"Please, my lord—drench my face with your holy water."

  The Marquis felt the urge too, so I caught his stream right on my face. It washed away a good bit of the dried cum that had been clinging there. After rinsing my face clean, I asked that from now on, we aim for facials instead of creampies as the default.

  We moved over to the restraint table and dipped our toes into some light BDSM—nothing intense, just pyful bondage and teasing. No real pain involved; it was all for fun, like kids pying house. The whip-like thing made a sharp crack but barely stung. No wooden horses or anything like that here—those were hard no's on my list anyway. Still, the bondage that locked me in an M-spread position? That hit the spot for both of us.

  "You're tied up with your pussy on full dispy. How's that making you feel?"

  "I love showing off, so it's turning me on like crazy! And look at you—your cock's rock hard! Knowing my body's got you this excited? It makes me so happy?"

  My comeback was packed with filthy talk, turning his verbal teasing into just another game. Then came the blowjob with my hands bound behind my back. Even without meaning to hide anything, my breasts were impossible to cover now as I devoured his cock. I thrived on being watched; he couldn't stop praising my chest—we were both in heaven. We tried vibes and rotors for the first time, but we both preferred each other's bodies over toys.

  Back in the bedroom, we circled back to the cssics: forepy, blowjobs, missionary, and cowgirl sex. Unlike before, where we'd focused on thrusting and making my breasts bounce, now we mixed in groping and nipple-sucking too. With his cock buried inside me, missionary let him feast his eyes on my face and chest while easily reaching those full, soft breasts. It was the ultimate position—simple yet profound. We knocked out some "firsts" like spooning and standing carries along the way. When I offered to masturbate for him...

  "No way—I hate the idea of your fingers blocking the view of your pussy. If it's just watching and listening, I'd much rather see everything on dispy while you beg me filthy."

  His tastes were so refreshingly straightforward—I loved it.

  My footjob practice paid off: I pinched his cock between my big toe and the next, while wiggling the other foot's toes individually to stroke him. When I cmped both feet around it, I worked all ten toes separately, earning a "That's incredible" from him.

  "I'm thrilled my practice is showing results. How's it feel? Think you could cum from this?"

  "It's all thanks to your hard work—go ahead and show off. We've got time. And seeing a princess like you spread wide, funting that gorgeous face, those breasts, and your folds... all while grinning through a cum mask and sweating over something this lewd? It's a one-of-a-kind thrill."

  At his "I'm cumming," he erupted, and I scooped the sptter from my feet to lick it clean.

  "I'll step up my flexibility training too—want to be able to lick my own toes, cum and all?"

  "You really are something else..."

  Turns out the Marquis wasn't big on titjobs either—same as me. I didn't know that yet, so I tried it as a "first" out of a sense of duty, but it fell ft for both of us. We couldn't hold out and ended up with me sucking the tip while it was sandwiched there.

  "Sorry, but titjobs just aren't my thing. Breasts are meant for hands, mouths, cheeks... and cocks feel way better in a mouth or pussy. Even blowing you during one feels half-assed since I can only reach the head... Does the combo of breasts and mouth turn guys on, though?"

  "I'm with you—breasts for hands, mouths, cheeks; cock for mouth or pussy. Spot on! Just give me a regur blowjob."

  We shifted to that, and I grabbed his hand, pressing it to my chest.

  "Yes! Mouth on cock, hands on breasts. Splitting up that awkward mash-up and pairing them right—pure bliss!"

  The surge of pleasure led to a generous facial for me.

  After three facials yered on, the sticky mess barely bothered me anymore. The scent of dried cum? I'd gotten used to it. Swallowing didn't hit as bitter, smelly, or gross as the first time either. For the second, I gargled the load before downing it—way easier than round one.

  The long, steamy night finally wound down. We washed up and sank back into the tub side by side, reflecting on the day.

  "My lord, I know I've said it before, but let me thank you again. I was putting on a brave, kinky front, but deep down, I was terrified. You gave me the most amazing first experience. Landing you as my bidder and partner? I got incredibly lucky."

  "It was the same for me. That insane price I paid? Worth every bit, in my book—screw what outsiders think. Your body, your kinks, your whole vibe... it'll all get out there soon enough. But being your 'first' for so much? That means everything. I'm proud I could ease your fears and cheer on those wild sides of you."

  I mulled it over, then gathered my courage and asked. "My lord, please—stay my 'special someone' from here on out. If possible, could we meet regurly, maybe once a year? With sex, of course, but also just time to talk—updates, advice on stuff I can't share with family."

  "You're bound to blow up as a star courtesan... packed schedule, nonstop sex. Hell, you might end up busier than a marquis like me."

  "I'll make the time, no matter what. Please, say yes."

  "Alright. Being special to you? That'd make me happy too."

  He promised to swap direct contacts—something few people had access to. To lighten the heavy mood...

  "And if you like, afterward, I could take on a gangbang with any of your household staff who want in. A reward for their loyalty?"

  "So... in a year, you'll have racked up experiences like that, huh? As a former princess..."

  ...Whoops, misfire! Time to py up the slutty angle!

  I stood up, hooked one leg over the tub's edge, and fshed my spread pussy.

  "One st 69 until the arm? Feast on this pussy—look, touch, lick, pamper it. And I want to suck your cock right up to the wire!"

  He nodded, and we dove straight into it on the bathroom tiles, no time to waste. I pulled out all my blowjob tricks and earned one more swallow.

  I threw on a braless, pantyless camisole and sandals—quick and easy. But the Marquis ended up rushing out half-dressed.

  Sure, his ride was waiting right outside, but even that short walk... a noble like him shouldn't show any cracks. I felt bad for putting him in that spot. Still, his warm smile at parting said it all—we both cherished our "promise" for next year...