by Alexis Shore
It was the first miserable day of the summer, and as always, it coincided with a trip to London. It was a little chilly in her figure hugging blue dress, and she regretted not bringing a cardigan.
The nerves were rising a little, so she fretted about in her purse, pushing the little device Tom had given her to one side and making sure she’d remembered something.
She had.
She’d remembered it the other three times she’d checked too. This was just busy time. With a sniff, she clipped her purse closed, and settled back in the chair.
It was raining harder.
She saw her own distorted reflection in the glass, and pondered it for a moment. For some reason, she liked the way her eyes blinked. It was a nice slow stroke that made it look like she was getting aroused. That’s not surprising; she was constantly aroused these days.
She’d even awoken before dawn today, nice and wet down there.
It took her a moment to remember the dream she’d been having. It involved Tom, annoyingly. He was a constant presence in her life now. Not that she minded, but it would be nice to have some respite from him and his camera; he didn’t need to be in her unconscious mind too.
Only he didn’t have his camera.
Or did he? The memory was vague, as was so often the case with her dreams. Oh, that’s right. She’d dreamt her chest had grown and that Tom was bugging her to let him have a play with her new assets. She finally relented, and he revelled in the treat. She’d awoken just as his cock pushed inside her.
She started to shake the memory away, realising too late that it would be replaced by Daddy’s shenanigans.
Damn.
From one cock to another. She snorted a brief laugh, then shook her head in annoyance. A little revenge; but only after a little lunch.
Leah strode through the room, turning heads as she passed. It wasn’t the clattering of her heels that did it either. Her pastel yellow dress flowed around her olive skin, as her breasts bounced with a suppleness that betrayed her age.
She was in her forties, the daughter of an Egyptian oligarch, and she still held herself like the model she’d been in her twenties. Her long straight black hair flowed behind her as she swept through, and when she smiled at Katherine, she revealed the sexiest of dimples.
They embraced one another’s cheek, and Katherine made sure to press herself gently into Leah’s voluptuous bosom. It gave against her weight slightly.
Leah wasn’t her real name, but she liked her alter-ego; in spite of revealing an awful lot of her personal information to Katherine.
Meeting a total stranger was a delicious treat – even if she had already been incredibly intimate with her online. Being together in the flesh was a different matter entirely. And what flesh.
The woman was a Goddess.
They talked (and flirted) freely, each ordering and ignoring a light salad. Every now and then, Leah would slip her foot from the shoe, and stroke it up Katherine’s leg with a dreamy slowness that almost made her swoon. Each time it went a little higher, until finally, the tip of her toe gently tickled into her cooch.
“Gosh daring,” Leah said in her sexy accent, “You are wet.”
“Aren’t you?”
“I only wish we had time to find out,” she purred, before reaching for her bag.
She was already late for her meeting and would be on a flight within a few hours. “And I want to spend a whole day fucking you,” she admitted.
And with that, she was gone, leaving Katherine with a sodden pussy that needed a lot of attention suddenly.
She grabbed her phone and immediately fired off a text to her departing friend, “Bitch.”
Within moments the reply made her phone vibrate.
“Very. Very. Wet.”
*
Daddy’s club was tucked away in a quiet corner of St. James’s. It was for gentlemen only of course, but a quirk of its by-laws meant that a member’s heir could gain entrance. That happened to be Lady Katherine, and she sometimes took the chance to pop in and lounge in the opulent surroundings. Especially if it was raining.
The moment she stepped in to the lobby, she was greeted by name and offered a drink. She asked for a martini to be sent to her favourite reading room (there was no need for her to mention which that was), then slowly made her way up the marble staircase.
This was the nicest room in the building simply because it was the most intimate. It was lined with bookcases and contained just two chairs, very comfortable for reading in, facing one another across a very low table. The domed skylight above always made it feel sunny, even if the weather was dreary.
Her martini arrived just as she tossed her purse into one of the seats. When she was alone again, she delved into it and pulled out the little device. Tom had been terribly adamant about the correct placement of it, and she tried to do him proud, perching it on a shelf and framing both chairs.
She flicked on the remote web cam and took a seat.
Tom was across the street in a popular coffee shop with a laptop and a wi-fi receiver. Her phone soon buzzed, and she was disappointed to see the text was from Tom not Leah. “Perfect.”
An ageing gent hovered in the doorway, and when he saw Katherine he grunted and walked away. Daft old codger couldn’t be doing with women in his club, it seemed.
A few minutes drifted by, before another elderly gent stepped in. This time, his eyes widened when he saw Katherine’s legs and he made for the spare seat with as much gusto as he could manage. She explained sweetly that it was taken, being sure to give him a thank you view of her cleavage, and he departed with a rosy smile on his whiskered face.
It seemed like an age until anything else happened. Katherine shifted from buttock to buttock, flicking her eyes to the clock, making faces at the tiny camera and generally larking about on her own.
Finally some one else arrived; this time a lot younger, but probably still near to fifty. He was actually somewhat of a dish, and Katherine thanked her luck as he settled down with The Times.
She realised she had no reading material, but he was too into his paper to have noticed.
His coffee arrived. He did not acknowledge its delivery. A little rude perhaps, but no matter.
Katherine unclipped her purse, making sure it was loud enough to catch his attention. His eyes flicked her way, slightly annoyed, but then they spent a moment tracing the length of her legs. When they reached her foot, she gave it a coy bob, and he looked away, knowing he’d been caught.
She fished inside and retrieved the square of plastic, and with a flick of her long hair, she leant forward and slipped it on to the saucer.
His brow furrowed as he watched her do this, and then he looked perplexed as he saw what it was. He looked at the condom for a moment, then returned to his paper.
Katherine watched him intently, and within seconds, his gaze drifted back to the condom, then over to her legs, though he stoically avoided looking her in the eye.
Nothing was said, but she could sense his discomfort. He shifted in his seat and tried to look apathetic as he turned the page. He nearly succeeded, but Katherine saw his eyes dart to her chest. As they lingered there, she placed her flat palm just above the valley of her cleavage and took a drawn-out breath.
He swallowed.
That was all she needed. She stood up and moved to the door, closing it slowly, knowing his eyes would be caressing her bum as the blue dress clung to it. With a slow turn, she slipped out of her shoes, and stepped between him and the table, lowering herself onto it slowly, feeling his eyes dance on her body.
She smiled coyly and he folded up his paper with a questioning raise of the eyebrow.
The best answer she could compose was to slide her palms up his thighs, until they nearly reached the top, before squeezing them slightly, and letting her thumbs push nearer his groin.
He said nothing, but watched them glide their way up, and both their eyes rested on the expanding bulge moving beneath his cotton slacks. It looked mar
vellous as it grew longer, got thicker and became so stiff it sprang up against its material confinement.
There was no hiding it now; so she reached up and unbuckled his belt, moistening her lips as she looked into his dilated eyes. He couldn’t quite believe what was happening. It would be shame to pixelate his face; he was so ruggedly handsome.
It shocked her to find he was wearing no underwear, but it meant for quicker access, and she had to admit that she was becoming increasingly eager as her horniness rose.
She plunged her hand inside and immediately gripped it; feeling the heat and tumescence in her fingers as she fished it free, admiring it while her hand began to pump the shaft.
The memory of being unable to suck down on Neil’s flitted through her mind, and she was pleased to find this a much more manageable size. He opened his legs to allow her to kneel between them, and she gripped the base of it tight in one hand, cupping and massaging at his huge swollen balls with the other.
The Lady Katherine slipped her mouth over the solid cock.
It was such a delicious feeling that she could slide down it with such silky ease, she couldn’t help moaning with her mouth full. She felt his hands in her hair, gently urging her further on to it, and she didn’t resist.
Her tongue pressed into the thick vein along its underside, and began to suck back on it, lifting her head up the length before swirling her tongue hungrily around the bulging helmet. She worked her tongue into a tight point and teased it into the little eye, making him wince and shift with pleasure.
With her mouth sucking hard onto the tip, she began to pump the shaft vigorously, feeling his balls bounce below her hand. The plan was to suck him off, but her pussy now had other ideas. It called for some attention, and she let out another moan as she found herself even more wet than expected.
And for once, her fingers were not enough.
So Lady Katherine stood up, releasing him from her grip and mouth, much to his chagrin, but he soon stopped pouting when she tugged her dress up over her hips and straddled her thighs around him on the chair. As she sank down, his warm hands cupped her buttocks and gave them a gentle squeeze. After tearing the packet open she rolled the sheath down his length. Her hand snaked between her legs and opened herself up, then she pushed herself down on to the tip, gasping as it spread her out.
His face lurched into her cleavage and he began to kiss and lick, as she slowly sank down his shaft, feeling her pussy expand around it eagerly. A hand came away and gave her an encouraging slap on the butt, so she began to fuck him, feeling her tits bounce inside her dress.
Her hair flicked as she tossed her head back, letting out a little moan each time she pushed herself back down on to him. Planting one hand on the back of the chair, she began to ride harder now, reaching down with the other to finger and probe her swollen clit.
It felt good being fucked by someone who didn’t explode upon entry.
She wondered if Tom would last this long.
The thought surprised her, and she looked directly at the camera, before refocusing on the sensations between her legs. His mouth was sucking and nipping at her neck, and she could feel his fingers curling tighter into the flesh of her rump.
She could hear how wet she was and her musky sex began to fill the air with a waft of latex. Her breath was coming harder now, and a few words were gasping from her mouth.
His hands lifted her hips, and she gasped as his cock fell free. It was clear he wanted her to turn round, and she thought that a top notch idea. With a deft move, she faced the other way and planted her feet firmly on the floor between his, before curving her ass down and letting him guide her down on to it once more.
The Lady Katherine pushed back on to his cock and let it stretch her wide.
His hands stroked at her ass cheeks covetously, before gripping her hips and helping her resume her thrusting. The growth of his prick inside her announced its imminent spill, and Katherine needed to come too.
Her finger frigged hard at her clit, knowing she was on the brink, but she waited for him to catch up. He didn’t make her wait. He tensed up behind her, and she felt him pull out, tugging at the condom, before feeling his sticky hot seed gushing over her buttocks. Her own orgasm came a second later, and she swore so loudly it echoed around the tiny room.
She sat on his lap catching her breath for a moment as he massaged his spunk into her skin, before standing up and pulling her dress down. She wiped her mouth and returned to her seat.
He slowly tidied himself up, and pulled his trouser shut, before leaving without a word.
Katherine swallowed back her Martini in one mouthful.
Chapter Eight
Lady Katherine wants to be left alone.
The library was a regency addition to the cottage. A two-story rotunda with a stained-glass domed roof, and it was spectacular.
Katherine came in here whenever she could. It was her womb of books and afternoon sunshine, and she would wander round it, naked, reading as she went, feeling her long brown hair tickling at the top of her buttocks.
It had been too long since she escaped in to the library, and she was revelling in it.
Her feet pushed into the plush carpeting as they led her in no particular direction, the book cupped in her hands, relishing the feeling of her breasts being tickled by the moving air.
A gentle knock on the door drifted to her, and she marked her finger on the page. This was the only room to which the staff must knock before entry.
“Come,” she spoke, hearing her voice echo slightly in the dome above.
The door opened, and Sally bought in a tray of finger food. She lay it on the table and made her way back to the exit. The staff were under instruction not to speak in here.
“Sally,” Katherine cooed, and the maid stopped, turning to face her as she sauntered closer. Their faces hovered together, “Why don’t you come to me tonight?” Katherine whispered.
“I thought maybe you’d grown bored of me ma’am.”
“Not at all.”
Sally licked her lips, and did some calculation in her head. “It would have to be after midnight.”
“Lovely,” Katherine said, and planted a soft, lingering, extemely moist kiss on her lips. Sally licked at them, then left without another word.
She had missed her in her bed, but the reason she wanted her tonight was because she’d discovered a shelf full of Victorian erotica, and she was slowly working her way through it. Delicious prose, more vivid and beautiful than anything one might find on the internet.
Katherine plucked up a delicate sandwich and began to slowly wander as she read, nibbling at the bread.
The door clattered open, and she turned to see Tom stumbling in with his laptop.
“No, no, no,” she chastised, “Leave me alone.”
“This is important.”
“It’s not.”
At least he didn’t have his camera, but he ignored her as he fell into the couch inelegantly and plonked his computer on the low coffee table.
“Neil figured out who he is,” Tom said fussing with the mousepad.
“I don’t care.”