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After your encounter with Dutch in his tent, he sent you off to your own tent where you slept for the night. The next day, he was as polite as ever, but acted as though nothing had happened. Over the next week, you thought often about going back to his tent. You remembered his words, ‘Next time you feel in need, you will come to me, understood?’ But how were you supposed to do that when you felt in need practically every time you looked at him? More importantly, what were you supposed to do, just walk up to him and tell him you needed him right now? You could picture Karen being so bold, but not yourself. So you kept waiting, hoping he would give some subtle sign when he wanted more time alone with you.
Meanwhile, Dutch knew that you were too timid to approach him directly. He kept an eye on you around camp, teasing himself by watching you. He loved the way you moved, the way you stood with a laundry basket on your hip, the way you bent over to add logs to the fire, without the slightest clue in your innocent head that the men around the campfire were imagining you naked and bent over like that for them. He revelled in the fact that now, none of those other men would get to have you. He just had to fully claim you as his own.
After a week, Dutch had had enough of the anticipation and decided to take you somewhere more private. You were hanging laundry when he left his tent, striding toward his horse. “Miss,” he said, getting your attention. “Come with me.” You put down the pants you were holding and followed him, nervous about what the rest of camp would think. Everyone was busy working and pretended they weren’t paying attention, but you knew as soon as you left the speculation would begin. When you reached him, Dutch lifted you onto The Count’s back before mounting, and you held onto his hips as you rode away.
“Where are we going?” you asked over Dutch’s shoulder.
“To finish your fantasy,” he said, his voice showing just a hint of amusement. “You didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you?”
“I wasn’t sure,” you said, your hands nervously clutching the fabric of his shirt.
“You can always be sure of what I tell you, darling,” Dutch said, squeezing his horse into a faster gait.
When you reached Valentine, Dutch hitched his horse outside the hotel. He helped you down and you followed him inside, where he rented a room on the ground floor across from the baths. He led you there, and as you sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, he took off his jacket and vest.
“I’m going to take a bath, darling. You get comfortable and I’ll be right back,” he said, before giving your fingers a peck and leaving the room.
A few minutes later, as Dutch was sitting in the bathtub relaxing, there was a soft knock on the door.
“Would you like some help?” you asked, not waiting for an answer before opening the door. You stepped in and closed the door, locking it behind you. Your nerves were spiking now that you were actually seeing him sitting in the tub, his bare, hairy chest visible. You stood nervously at the door with your hands still on the lock behind you.
“Well aren’t we bold,” Dutch said, a smile curling his lips. “What exactly do you think you’re doing here, Miss?”
“Well, you told me to come find you when I felt… in need,” you said, the flirtatious tone in his voice giving you more confidence. You stood a little straighter and started unbuttoning your blouse. “Thinking about you in here naked got me… feeling very needy.”
“Is that so,” Dutch said, resting his arms on either edge of the tub and settling back against the backrest.
“It is,” you said, dropping your blouse. You untied the strings holding your skirt together and let it fall to the floor so you were standing in a white camisole and short, frilly drawers.
“And what is it you need, my dear?” Dutch asked, tilting his head.
“Right now I need to kiss you,” you said without a second thought.
The corner of Dutch’s mouth twitched and he raised a hand to beckon you over with two fingers. You moved quickly to kneel next to the tub.
“Well?” he asked, looking you over. “Take what you need, sweetheart.”
You tentatively leaned in and put your fingers on his jaw to coax him forward as you moved in for a kiss. When your lips met, you were hungrier, needier than you realized. At first it was a nervous kiss; soon you were pressing the tip of your tongue against his lips requesting entry, then sucking his bottom lip between yours. Dutch held your head still with his thumb on your jaw, his fingers pressed to the back of your head and neck. He kissed you deeply, letting your tongues meet.
“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” he asked, pulling back from the kiss without letting go of your head.
“No,” you whispered, your breath taken away by the kiss, lips feeling wet and swollen.
He kissed you again and then pulled back to say, “We might need to practice your patience.”
You weren’t sure what that meant but the mischievous look in his eye told you it was something you would like.
“Okay,” you said with a nervous little smile.
“Get in here and sit with your back to me,” he said, putting his arms back up on the sides of the tub and settling back.
You stood up and took off your camisole and drawers and dropped them on the floor off to the side.
Dutch looked you up and down approvingly as you hesitated to step into the tub. “Don’t be shy,” he said. You stepped into the tub, placing your feet in between his legs. He took in the view of your ass as you lowered it down onto his lap. You gasped lightly as you felt his cock press against your ass cheek and tried to get into a position where you wouldn’t hurt him. Dutch chuckled under his breath and held you by the hips to put you where he wanted you, off to one side so he could look over your shoulder at your face.
You weren’t sure if he wanted you to touch him yet or not, but you were drawn to what he had down there, wanting to feel it in more detail. “Did I feel your —” you asked hesitantly.
“My cock? Yes, sweetheart,” he said with a hint of a smile.
“Can I —”
“Not yet,” he said, softly teasing you. “Right now you’re learning some patience.” He took some of the warm, soapy water in his hand and spread it over your breast, then did the same with the other. You relaxed back against his chest while he washed and caressed them, before moving his hands down your stomach under the water and feeling your hips. Then his strong hands gripped your thighs and spread them open.
You started whimpering, dying for him to touch your clit but he kept touching and squeezing your open thighs instead.
“Patience,” Dutch reminded you as his fingers brushed lightly over your cunt, not hitting anywhere close to your clit. You kept yourself as quiet as you could, and he started softly stroking up and down between your legs. “I’m going to touch you like I did last time,” he said quietly next to your ear. The thought of another strong orgasm like the one he’d given you in his tent made your cunt throb. “But this time, when you get close, you’re gonna hold it,” he said, making his hand still over top of you, cupping your sex. “You’re only gonna come when I tell you to, alright?”
“Okay,” you said cautiously. “I’m not sure if I know how…”
“Just give it a try, doll,” Dutch said, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. “You’ll learn.”
Dutch’s left arm wrapped around you to fondle your breasts, while his right hand was between your legs under the water. He stroked up and down with his fingertips, teasing you before putting his index finger on your clit. He touched it so lightly, just barely moving it. You were so turned on by now you wanted to rut against his hand, but you held back and waited for more. Soon he started to apply more pressure and slowly rub your clit in circles. He built up a little speed, and his other hand held onto your breast and caressed the nipple with his thumb.
“Oh, Dutch,” you sighed as you laid your head back against his shoulder. He responded by kissing your neck, making you softly gasp. When he kissed you passionately it felt like electricity flowed in your veins. Your sighs and breaths spurred him on and he put more pressure on your clit, adding his middle finger while his lips kept spreading kisses over your neck, your jaw, your ear. Finally you turned your face to let him catch your lips and devour you, his tongue exploring your mouth. You started breathing harder as he rubbed faster.
“How d’you feel, my sweet girl?” he asked, trying to look innocent as he looked at your face, even as his hand was rapidly bringing you closer to orgasm.
“Uh — so good, nnn— ” you bit your lip, trying not to let out a deep moan.
“Just relax and wait,” he said, not slowing down in the slightest.
You gripped his right forearm, needing something to hold onto. The stimulation of your clit was building a hot ball of pressure in your pelvis and you could feel your cunt throbbing, wanting more. You wished he would put his fingers inside but he didn’t. Your hips started to rock slowly as you felt your orgasm getting close.
Dutch kissed your shoulder and made low rumbling sounds of pleasure in his throat that made you want to hear more, made you want to hear what it sounded like when he moaned. His fingers never stilled, only getting faster.
Your voice became whiny and breathy as you struggled to hold back, your hips starting to speed up. “Dutch, I can’t— ” you whined.
“Can’t what,” he asked in a pitying, patronizing tone.
“Can— I’m gunna co— come,” you whined, losing control of your lower half as your cunt contracted and released, tingling pleasure erupting in your body. One of your legs kicked out, making water splash out of the tub.
Dutch stopped touching your clit and held your still spasming cunt in his hand, his strong arms keeping your body close to his. He shushed you softly as you tried to catch your breath.
“I — ah, uhm — I’m sorry,” you panted, looking away from Dutch.
He turned your chin toward him. “You did real good, sweetheart,” he said, smiling gently. “You’ll do even better next time.”
You were surprised, thinking he’d be disappointed. “I did?” you asked.
“Of course,” Dutch said, before leaning in to kiss your lips, tickling you with his moustache. “I think that deserves a reward. I bet I know that you’d like,” he said, his voice turning darker.
You weren’t sure yourself what you’d like as a reward, other than you just wanted him, all of him, for him to do whatever he wanted with you. Dutch took your hand and placed it on his cock, slowly stroking up and down, his hand over yours. When he took his hand away, you kept stroking.
“What do you want me to do with it,” you asked shyly, feeling your face start to get hot. It felt big and hard in your hand, and you were conscious of your cunt fluttering as if it was asking you to put it in.
“In your sweet little fantasy, you sucked on it, didn’t you?” he asked coyly.
You were getting flustered and hot, and just nodded while you kept stroking.
“I told you I would make your fantasy happen, didn’t I?” Dutch asked, soaking in your arousal as you nodded at him. He loved that he could get you going again so quickly. “Stand up.”
You got up and stepped out of the tub, and Dutch followed. He grabbed a towel hanging on the wall and wrapped it around his waist, then grabbed another to put around your shoulders, rubbing you down to dry you off. He dropped the towel and you stepped forward and tentatively put your hands on him, and he let you dry him off. As you got to his hips, you felt the towel meeting more friction, and glanced up at him. Dutch exhaled with amusement as he pulled a chair forward from the wall and sat down, the towel resting over his lap.
Dutch’s legs were spread apart invitingly, and you put your hands on his knees as you knelt in front of him. He took the towel off and dropped it on the floor, revealing his thick, heavy cock. Just looking at it made you squeeze your thighs together a little, and your eyes flicked up and down between Dutch’s eyes and his cock as you moved closer to him on your knees. When you put your hand around it, you could feel that it was hard, but it was too heavy to stand up straight like the ones you had seen before. You put your hand around it and started stroking, feeling aroused by how hard he was. Your other hand went to his balls, hanging beneath his cock covered in black curls.
Looking up at him, at his hairy chest and the trail of black hair pointing to where you were between his legs, you felt pulses of arousal between your own. He was so muscular and hairy and masculine. Only having a little experience with young men your age, you hadn’t realized just how attractive that could be. This powerful, dangerous man, twice your age sitting above you, looking down waiting for you to pleasure him. As you stroked his cock, Dutch put a hand on the back of your head to gently urge you forward. You followed where he led and opened your mouth to take in the head of his cock. He made a low, rumbling sound of satisfaction as you slowly bobbed up and down, trying to get as much of your spit on him as you could. It was hard to use your hand on his shaft and suck him at the same time, but his hand stroking the back of your head encouraged you.
“Do this,” he said, putting his hand over top of yours and making a twisting motion as he stroked down. You copied his movement a few times after he let go. “Now follow it with your mouth,” he said, putting his hand back on your head. “Ohhh,” his voice rumbled and he tilted his head back as you slid your mouth down his shaft after your fist. You did it again and watched his hairy chest rise and fall with his breath. “Yes, my sweet girl,” he said, the corner of his mouth raising and a slight chuckle in his voice as he looked back down at you, watching you do it again and again.
Dutch put one hand on your head and guided you up and down to make your pace faster. “Mmm, you like that, don’t you,” he said, stroking your hair as you looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Yeah, you just love to please, huh, doll,” he said, before easing your head down further, making you take him until you gagged. He held you there for just a moment before letting go.
You gasped as you pulled away from him, leaving thick saliva from your throat covering his cock. Your hand automatically used it to stroke him.
“You want more?” he asked, and you nodded. He pulled your head back down onto him until he felt the back of your throat and held you there. “Oh, good girl,” he moaned, his breath becoming more labored. Watching him in so much pleasure made you moan around his cock. “Good fucking girl,” he said, holding you there for one more moment before letting go of your head. You moved back to take a breath before taking it again, twisting your hand and sucking as your lips moved up and down his shaft.
“Put that hand between your legs,” Dutch said.
“Mmm?” you hummed curiously, looking up at him with your mouth full.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
You quickly buried your hand between your thighs and your fingers found your clit and rubbed it up and down, your thick slick making a sound that brought a smile to Dutch’s face.
“Don’t stop, doll,” he said, guiding your head up and down again. The tingling pleasure of your fingers on your clit made you arch your back, and Dutch groaned under his breath as he admired your ass sticking out behind you. He struggled to hold himself back from shoving his cock down your throat, to move your head down shallowly enough that he wouldn’t choke you. He was growing tense as the pressure mounted and he grew close, but you couldn’t see the intense look on his face as yours bobbed up and down faster in his lap. “Gonna come for me again, girl?” he asked.
You moved your fingers faster, bringing yourself quickly to the edge. “Mmm — nnn!” you moaned around him, trying to look up at him as he kept fucking your mouth.
“Come, make that little cunt come,” he commanded with labored breath.
It only took a few more seconds of rapid rubbing before your cunt spasmed and your hips shook, your eyes closed, head going still in his lap.
“Yes, yes, that’s it,” Dutch said, his voice rich and deep with pleasure as he watched your body shake with orgasm with your mouth still full of his cock. He held your head still and his own tilted back in pleasure. He said “Fuck,” under his breath as he came into your mouth. You felt his cock throb and move as it came, and gagged as his rope of spent hit your throat. Some of it dripped out the sides of your mouth as you pulled back from him, and you swallowed the rest.
Dutch relaxed in the chair for a moment, his body overcome with the pleasure of a deep release. When he looked down at you, you were still kneeling between his legs, drops of his spend still around your mouth. “Here, sweetheart,” he said, picking up a towel from the floor and using the corner to wipe the spots of white off your face. Then he took your arm and guided you up closer to him. You sat in his lap facing him, and draped your arms around his neck. He kissed your lips, then your neck, and you relaxed into him, resting your head on his shoulder with a happy sigh.
“You learn ever so well,” Dutch said softly as he ran his hands up and down your back, soothing you after the effort you just put in.
“Thank you,” you whispered with a little giggle in his ear. You pulled back from his shoulder to look at him. “But there’s still more,” you said with a little teasing smile.
“Oh, there’s much more, dear,” he said, the mischievous twinkle returning to his eye as his hands travelled down to your ass. “You’ve never gone this far before, have you,” he said, not quite asking.
“No,” you said, one hand starting to play with one of his curls to distract from your embarrassment.
“But you want to,” he said, trying to bring your eyes back to his. You nodded. “Tell me what you want,” he said, a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
You shrugged and twirled his hair around your finger. “You know… my fantasy.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to take my virginity,” you said, almost whispering as your eyes scanned nervously over his face.
Dutch felt his blood pump in his veins. “I will, honey” he said, his voice low as his fingers dipped between your legs from behind to touch your still wet sex. “I’ll make this sweet little cunt all mine.”