by Powerone
Charlotte wasn't sure exactly what Henry was saying, but she didn't like the tone of it. “What does that all mean?” She was puzzled, expecting that Michael would just turn over Henry's interest to her and she would continue as if nothing had happened. Maybe she was too naïve.
"You should secure a barrister to represent you in the probate proceeding. There are a number of fine ones in town. I would do it quickly as he must prepare for the hearing. The Magistrate can be very demanding.” Michael tried to hide his smile, already knowing the likely outcome of the probate court.
Charlotte felt a chill rush over her, as if something bad was about to befall her. She knew little of the legal matters. Tomorrow she would secure the best barrister to represent her, knowing one that had done work for Henry previously. She would visit him in the morning, wanting to put all of the legal issues quickly behind her. “I appreciate all you have done for me Michael. I really do. And I understand the position I have put you in. I will take care of hiring a barrister in the morning. I'm sure that we will survive for a week.” Charlotte finished up the last sip of her brandy, setting the glass down on the table. “I hope you don't mind Michael, but it has been a trying day. I need to check on the girls.” Charlotte got up.
Michael stood up, put his cigar out quickly in the ashtray. He took a last sip of his brandy and moved close to Charlotte. “Of course, I'm sorry.” He didn't give her a chance, moving closer to her, his hand slid around her waist to draw her body up against his. He pressed his lips close to her cheek, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her body. He felt her breasts push up against him, kissing her gently on her cheek as his hand boldly pushed down lower, below her waist to touch the gentle swell of her bottom, his hand clenching on the firm flesh. He pulled away almost as fast as he moved in, leaving her standing there with a surprised look on her face.
She barely knew what had happened, finding her body pressed against Michael before she could protest. She felt his lips on her cheek, finding his kiss surprisingly soft and gentle, unlike the hand that snuck down to grip her bottom in an urgent embrace. She could feel the bulge of his manhood against her, his hips sliding back and forth before he ended the unexpected embrace. He pulled back, no expression on his face, almost as if it didn't happen.
"Of course Lady Charlotte,” saying it slowly as his lips fondled his words. He left her alone in the study, his rigid weapon, needing some relief soon. He would stop at Lady Betsy's, hoping to catch her still awake and available for some quick coupling. She was always ready for a good ride. He closed the door behind him without as much as a gaze back.
* * * *
Charlotte sat in the waiting room of Lord Bishop's office, his assistant looking at her with interest, the young man known to be a rogue with the young ladies in town. She had been waiting for about fifteen minutes, growing impatient, but she didn't have an appointment. Charlotte was lucky that he would see her in such a short notice. He was one of the finest Barristers in town, Henry hiring him on occasion to handle a transaction for him.
"You may go in now Lady Charlotte,” his eyes devouring the lovely lady. Though she was much older than he was, he was not immune to a lovely woman with experience. Especially one with two lovely daughters that he would enjoy. Enjoy taking their virtue, sure that Lord Henry had protected their precious virginity. With his death, maybe there would be a chance at the lovely flesh. He had heard that Jenna was quite forward, though still a tease. He opened the door for Lady Charlotte, his eyes feasting on her backside as she passed. He looked at Lord Bishop, sitting grandly behind the large mahogany desk that filled the room with its elegance. “I'm going for lunch Sir. I'll pick up the documents you requested at the Magistrates office after lunch so I won't be back for at least two hours.” He nodded knowingly at Lord Bishop.
"Thank you Joseph. Lock the front door behind you. I will be with Lady Charlotte and I don't want to be disturbed.” Lord Bishop stood up, his eyes scanning Lady Charlotte's body. She still cut a dashing figure in spite of her age and having two children. Lord Henry was lucky to have such a fine woman in his bed. With his passing, she would be available. And he intended to take full advantage of her, starting with today. “Sit down Lady Charlotte. Can I get you something to drink? Maybe some tea?"
"Thank you Lord Bishop, but no, I'm fine.” Charlotte sat down in front of his desk, her chair situated away from the desk, his eyes scanning her with interest. She never before noticed men looking at her the way they did since her husband's death. She wasn't sure if it was that she just never noticed, or that they took a new interest in her since she became a widow. A widow, she had never really used that term before to describe herself.
"What may I do for you Lady Charlotte?” Lord Bishop was in a hurry to get the business side of this bargain out of the way, wanting to leave himself enough time for the pleasures of the flesh before his assistant returned.
"My husband Lord Henry passed away a month ago. There is a probate hearing next Monday. Lord Michael Granville was his partner and has been taking care of us financially since Henry's death. But he said something about the court not allowing that any longer and needing to have the will probated. I would like you to represent me and take care of my interests.” Charlotte knew little of court proceedings, women just never did things like that.
Lord Bishop pondered her statement. He knew of the probate hearing, knowing exactly what the outcome would be. It was predestined. The hearing was just a formality, the legal system taking care of most of their business behind closed doors with the members of closely knit Barristers. Lord Granville was a very important and powerful member of the business community. He had arranged the outcome of the hearing with his own Bannister and with the consent of the Magistrate. Little could be done to change the outcome even if Lord Bishop wanted to try to fight it. And he didn't care to do that. No, he just wanted the pleasure of Lady Charlotte first. “Yes, I could take care of that for you. Lord Granville is a very important man. You need the best. But I am very expensive. My retainer is 1,000 pounds.” He paused, getting up from his chair to walk closer to Lady Charlotte. “And at least another 1,000 pounds will be required after that."
"Yes, that would be fine,” Charlotte's mind racing at such an extravagant sum. But even Michael had told her she needed a good Barrister and Lord Bishop was the best. But where would she get the 1,000 pound retainer. She had little money and Michael was not able to provide any more. “But—I don't have the retainer until I get the will resolved. All of my husband's assets are tied up in the partnership with Lord Granville.” She looked up at him, seeing Lord Bishop standing next to her chair. She smiled, hoping to charm him.
Lord Bishop moved behind Lady Charlotte's chair, her head turning as she tried to follow his movement. “I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible. We take a retainer to insure our payment.” He leaned down, his hands placed gently on her naked shoulders, his prick springing to life when his fingers touched her soft, silky skin. “But we might come to some agreement if you are amenable to some sort of trade,” his hands moved sensuously over her smooth skin. His eyes gazed at the broad cleavage, pulling her back so her breasts were thrust out provocatively. His prick jerked in his trousers. “I would hate to see you lose everything. The Magistrate is very intolerant.” He threatened her subtlety.
Charlotte looked up at him, the lust in his eyes apparent. His hands continued to caress her bare shoulders, his powerful hands pulling her back until she was sitting up straight in the chair, Charlotte looked down to see her breasts thrust up so brazenly. Lord Bishop was gazing at her flesh with lust. Could he be implying such a thing? Did he want her sexual favors in return for his representation? She tried to feign ignorance. “What is it you are implying Lord Bishop?"
"You are a very handsome woman Lady Charlotte. With a lovely body. A simple trade. You perform what you are good at and I will do the same.” He paused for a second, Lady Charlotte not racing for the door in disgust. He knew he had her. He only had to close the deal. “
You are good at it, are you not Lady Charlotte?"
Charlotte was taken back, not sure how to answer, not even sure if she should answer. He was asking if she was good in bed. An intimate question that only her husband could answer. Her late husband. Was she trapped? It seemed like all the men saw her as fair game now that she didn't have a husband. Would she have to oblige them all? She tried to regain her composure. “There must be some other way?"
"I am willing to listen to all offers Lady Charlotte, but I don't see any other alternatives. You need your inheritance that only I can get it for you. And you only have one considerable asset that I am interested in.” Lord Bishop's hands slid down until his fingers glazed over the front of her ample bosom, one finger playing along the deep cleavage. Lady Charlotte didn't move, her eyes following the movement of his finger. She had surrendered to the inevitable. His cock throbbed and jerked in his trousers. Soon she would release his weapon with her soft hands.
She couldn't help it, fighting the urge, but she could almost see her nipples bursting through the front of her dress. His fingers teased along her cleavage until Charlotte felt her tips stiffen in pleasure. Would her body betray her? She didn't answer him, easier just to acquiescent from his touch. His hand became bolder, his palm encircling the wide expanse of naked flesh the dress afforded, Charlotte almost ashamed at her choice of dress. She had always teased men with her body, knowing she was protected by her husband. Now men probably thought she was flaunting it.
Lord Bishop's hands moved down to slip inside the front of her dress, the material straining to contain his large hands, eagerly seeking out the firm flesh of her breasts. She arched her back, giving him easier access, his hands pawing her flesh like a schoolboy. His cock pushed against the back of her chair, wishing it was her hands that rubbed it, not the hard chair. He found what his hand was seeking, surprised to find such hard nubs tucked neatly in her dress. Could Lady Charlotte already be aroused by his touch? Maybe she's been too long without a man, an ailment that Lord Bishop would soon rectify. He pinched the stiff flesh, a soft moan escaped from Lady Charlotte, her head pressed backward, her eyes closed. He couldn't wait to get her naked and on his desk, his prick between her lovely thighs.
His fingers felt good, too good as they squeezed her nipples, Charlotte afraid the dress would tear. How would she get home with her dress in ribbons at her waist? Lord Bishop was beyond reason, his lust taking over. She hated saying it, but she had to do something. “Would you like me to take off my dress?” She blushed as soon as she said it. She was acting like a wanton whore.
Lord Bishop pulled his hands out of her dress, eager to get her naked, her voluntary agreement to take off her dress encouraging. “I would love to see that delicious body Lady Charlotte.” He moved back to his desk, sitting down on the chair, his hand going to his crotch to rub his manhood, making sure that Lady Charlotte saw his obvious arousal. “And then you can remedy this"
Her face was red in shame, but she stood in front of him, her hands reaching back to unloosen the ties that held her dress together. It posed her body provocatively, thrusting her ample bosom out. She fought with the ties, finally unloosening them, the front of her dress falling loose. One hand clutched the front of her dress as she stood in front of him, the first time she had ever undressed in front of man that was not her husband or Doctor. She saw him rubbing the front of his trousers, the obvious erection pushing up the tight pants.
"Don't tease me Lady Charlotte. Let me gaze on those beauties you hide so provocatively in that dress.” Lord Bishop wanted more, wanting her hand to replace his in exciting his organ.
She closed her eyes as the dress fell to her waist, leaving her clad only in her corset, the black satin garment clinging to her ample bosom. She opened her eyes, Lord Bishop staring lustily at her, his hand hammering away at his engorged organ. Her hands slid down to her waist, pushing the dress over her shapely hips and down her legs, bending over to pick it up, suddenly standing up after she realized how obscene it looked with her bosom hanging out. She put the dress on the chair, her hands at her sides as her body quaked nervously before him.
She was indeed a handsome woman, clad in only her corset, her breasts thrust up, a wide expanse of white, alabaster skin cut by the deep cleavage. He looked down, her full hips hugged by the bloomers, the white garment covering her from her waist to her knees. He looked at her legs, trim and firm, with delicate ankles, imagining them wrapped around his back as she writhed beneath him. “Turn, let me see that plump bottom,” Lord Bishop stroking his organ with renewed interest.
At least she didn't have to face him, turning her back to him, feeling his eyes burning a hole in her backside. She stood for long minutes, the only sound coming from Lord Bishop was his hand rubbing against the harsh fabric of his trousers in masturbation.
"A fine ass Lady Charlotte.” His gaze took in her wide and firm ass, her haunches jutting out sumptuously to entice him. Had she ever taken her husband in her ass? “Now the corset Lady Charlotte. Let me see those treasures."
She turned back, her hands struggling with the corset, her maid usually on hand to help her, not wanting to ask Lord Bishop to help strip her bare. She sucked in her gut, loosening the ties, finally able to fill her lungs as the garment grew loose around her. She fumbled nervously with the ties in the front, anything to prolong the inevitable. Lord Bishop had slowed down stroking his organ, Charlotte almost wishing he would cum. She couldn't delay any longer, the corset falling to the floor, Charlotte kicking it to the side, not wanting to let him see her with her bare breasts dangling down if she bent over. She looked down, her nipples stiffened to hard little buds, Charlotte turning red in shame at her own arousal.
Lord Bishop drank in the beauty of her. She had high perched breasts, rounded and heaving as she breathed heavily. Her areolas were a dark brown that highlighted her alabaster skin, peaked with ripe, soft, pink nipples that were hard and pointed. He licked his lips in anticipation of sucking the tips like a baby. Lady Charlotte skin was scarlet in shame, standing before him, baring half of her body, only her bloomers remaining. “For a woman with two children you have extraordinary breasts Lady Charlotte. Barely a sag in them.” His organ throbbed at the thought of nestling his weapon between her pillows of flesh.
"You may leave your bloomers on for a while. My organ needs attention. Come over here and kneel at my feet. It is time to worship my prick.” He withdrew his hand from his throbbing weapon, the bulge in his trousers obvious, his balls aching in lust. Lord Bishop hoped that Lady Charlotte's husband had taught her to take his prick in her mouth, though it would be just as enjoyable to teach her the finer points of oral gratification. He wouldn't mind reciprocating, eager to taste her quim.
Charlotte didn't know what was expected of her. She felt so self conscious as she walked, the gentle bouncing of her breasts feeling so exaggerated as Lord Bishop watched her so intently. Would he make her toss him off until he came? Or would she have to take him between her legs? She stood in front of him, slowly kneeling down until her face was only inches from the massive bulge in his trousers. Henry's prick was not very large, Lord Bishop did not seem to have the same problem, in fact Charlotte was scared that she would have to take such a formidable weapon inside her. She had no choice, her slim fingers opening up the buttons of his trousers, feeling the flesh beneath her fingers jerking in lust. She pulled open the trousers, the swollen organ pushing out his undergarment. She felt Lord Bishop lift his haunches up from the chair, Charlotte pulling the trousers down until they were below his knees. Her hands ran up his naked thighs, feeling the muscles tighten from her touch. She pulled her hand back from the first touch of his organ, the huge shaft jerking up and down as soon as she touched it.
His prick danced in her soft hands, Lord Bishop fighting the urge to come from her gentle touch. “Take it out, worship my prick Lady Charlotte.” He couldn't wait any longer.
Her dainty hands went into his underwear, her silky hands touching his hot, throbb
ing member, her fingers curling around the thick shaft. She tightened her grip when it jerked and throbbed. She pulled it out of his underwear, Lord Bishop rising up to help her, Charlotte's eyes glued to the thick shaft as it was freed from his shorts. She had stroked her husband's organ to get him aroused, but always stopped quickly, her husband unable to maintain an erection for very long. That is why Charlotte was always left unfulfilled after their lovemaking. It didn't seem to be a problem with Lord Bishop, the huge organ seemed to be growing larger, the head almost purple, a thick ring running around the helmet, the tiny hole already leaking its precious fluid. Charlotte took her two hands and wrapped them around his erection, her fingers tight on the thick shaft. She began to slide them up and down the skin, rubbing hard as her fingers rolled over the head, the prick jerking uncontrollably in her hands. It was huge, over eight inches of throbbing prick in her hand and still growing. She had never had anything that large between the petals of her sex, sure that it would tear her. Her only hope was to bring him off with her hands, her fingers energetically stroking the throbbing member. Her fingers barely curled around the shaft, her other hand reaching down to cup the wrinkled sack that hung low between his legs, her fingers finding the swollen balls nestled tight inside, a groan from Lord Bishop signaling his pleasure. His hips rose up as she got into a rhythm, her hand sliding up and down his slick, sticky shaft, her other hand clenching and unclenching on his balls.
Lord Bishop fought the urge to cum, not wanting to waste his spunk in her hand, wanting instead to dump his seed deep inside her cunt. But first he wanted her to fulfill his deepest desire, to see her sweet lips wrapped submissively around his prick. “Kiss my prick Lady Charlotte,” his cock jerking at the words.
She looked up at him in shocked disbelief. He couldn't expect her to take his filthy organ in her mouth? She didn't even do that for her husband when he was alive. “Please Sir,” she begged. “Don't make me do that!"