Starved Beast

"The oil grew hot and mixed with my fluids and it evaporated, leaving a pleasing aroma to the room. You can imagine the rest, monsieur, how I felt. The humiliation and the pain, and yet, the overriding excitement of being looked at and admired. My father sat on his chair and he watched me and he listened to my screams, my writhing - my arousal - and the maid crouched in front of him and satisfied his member. She milked his juice with her mouth, but it was me that he was admiring; me: sizzling and howling, getting hotter and begging that he release me and yet shuddering from a final involuntary climax. It took a long time for me to understand what he'd done and to get over the embarrassment of how he'd made me feel. He never fucked me. He never went further. I am still a virgin just as I told you earlier, but he cooked me. Even now, as I think of it, my skin becomes tender."

She slowly lifted the waist of her little chemise and parted her legs, deliberately showing me that her drawers