by MIMI WILDE
“You sure you never sucked a cock before?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“You’re a natural, Lady Samuels.”
“Better than those French girls?”
He laughed as he searched in the back of the tent and came up with another bottles of that awful beer. As he settled down on the blankets, he offered her another bottle. With a shrug of her shoulders, she took it. She sat cross legged on the blankets and sipped the beer. It tasted almost better this time.
…..
Lady Josephine Samuels finished her beer and then slept for a while snuggled up against John Gilbert’s muscular body. The rain was still coming down hard outside and it grew cooler. When she awoke, John was sitting up and he was no longer drinking beer. He had brought out a bottle of expensive red wine and he was sipping it from a crystal glass.
“This is not exactly how I pictured roughing it to be,” she said.
She sat up and he poured her a glass. She snuggled back against his chest and his hand went around her waist. In a few moments his hand moved up to cup one of her breasts. Back in England her friends would be shocked and disgusted at her actions. There would be a terrible scandal.
And what would her husband say if he knew? She could only hope he never found out. At the moment she wasn’t worrying or caring who found out because the rough hand squeezing her breast was making her shiver.
“Tell me about the French whores?” she asked. “Did you pay them?”
He laughed. “I never pay anyone, dear. But there were a lot of soldiers who did. They were desperate young men and willing to pay anything because they feared they would soon die. And of course the girls taught them things they never dreamed. Of course, when they tried to get their wives to do those wonderful delightful things, the wives were shocked.”
“I can imagine so,” she whispered.
He squeezed her breast hard and she trembled.
“But you weren’t shocked, were you, Lady Samuels? You enjoyed sucking my cock?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“I never would have expected it from you, but I’m glad,” he said.
He turned her in his arms and his lips went to one of her nipples again. She felt as if she was floated. The heat in her belly wasn’t as intense as earlier, but she could feel it growing as he sucked gently on her nipple. His lips sucked more of her flesh into his mouth and he bi down on it gently.
She shivered. He bit down a little more and she jumped. She put her hand behind his head. And pulled him closer. His mouth opened wider and he sucked harder.
“Oh yes, that feels good,” she said
He released her breast and kissed her mouth, stabbing his tongue into her mouth. He rolled her over on her back and her legs spread willingly. This time she was going to get what she so desperately wanted. His cock was stiff. She felt his swollen cockhead rubbing against the inside of her thigh as he pressed her breasts under his massive chest.
She was already wet again. She spread her legs wider and moved her hips and somehow caught his cockhead in her slit. She moved again, savagely pushing her hips up off the blanket to pull his cock deeper inside her. He filled her as she had never been filled. Her pussy stretched to admit his prick and it slipped into her all the way to his balls. He didn’t move right away. His big cock throbbed within her, making her shudder. He finally pulled back and his cock nearly pulled out of her, but then he really rammed deep inside her. She gasped as it seemed as if his cock penetrated into her belly.
This time he showed no mercy. His muscles tensed all over as he started to thrust his rigid cock in and out of her wet pussy. His balls slapped her hard. Each time he thrust, she felt as if he was stretching her even wider. This was not gentle lovemaking. This was animal sex, vulgar, and nasty, and she loved it. It was what she had been missing all her life.
Her hips bucked up to meet his savage thrusting, and without even thinking about what she was doing, she lifted her legs and locked them around his back. Her action seemed to surprise him and it encouraged him to thrust even harder.
He was in so deep, and he felt so hard. He felt as if he was ripping her apart with his rock-hard cock.
A shiver went through her. Then another. A wild, fierce heat grew in her belly, and a longing to have him inside her forever.
“Fuck me,” she cried out. “Fuck me hard. Make me your woman. Fuck me.”
At the end she screamed as the violent spasms went through her body, unlike anything she had ever known before. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she almost passed out. He kept thrusting into her.
“Keep moving your ladyship ass,” he growled. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Her ladyship ass. She didn’t feel much like a lady. She somehow found the energy to keep moving, lifting and pushing her hips as he thrust. The last thing she expected was to come again, but it happened, a quick, sudden, surprising orgasm that made her shudder all over. He laughed loudly as he thrust even faster, and it was the laugh of a man who was enjoying his savage conquering of her.
For she knew she had been conquered, ravished in a way she could not believe possible. Her spirt was broken. No matter what happened after this night, a part of her would always belong to John Gilbert.
“Oh fucking hell,” John Gilbert said. “Hell, this is nice.”
He had been resting slightly on his elbows but now he let his body weight rest completely on her, almost crushing her, and making her gasp for breath. He rapidly thrust two or three more times and then she felt his cock jump within her, and then his cream was filling her.
He had come in her mouth earlier, but he still had a lot. It seemed like he kept coming until his cum was thick inside her pussy and then running out over her thighs and the blankets beneath. She kept moving her bottom to make sure she drained every drop him, and he got every bit of enjoyment from it. Finally, he stopped moving, and rolled over onto his side, letting her breath again.
He went to sleep immediately, but she lay awake a while listening to the rain on the tent and thinking how much she had changed in such a short while. She had never dreamed she would give herself so completely to man, but she had never known a man like John Gilbert.
He finally snuggled up against his body and let herself drift off to sleep.
.….
He told her to make breakfast. She told him she had never even boiled water in her life. He could not believe it. Her traveling outfit was ruined, the buttons and part of the fabric ripped in his enthusiasm the night before. He gave her one of his heavy shirts to wear.
He showed her how to prepare the breakfast, a kind of meal made from corn and strips of dried meat and water from the pond. She thought it looked unappetizing but oddly enough, she was famished and she sat on the ground beside him and cleaned out her bowl.
“We have to go back this morning, Lady Samuels,” John Gilbert said. “Your husband will start to miss you.”
“I suppose so,” she said unhappily.
“But first things first,” he said. “Take off the shirt.”
It was broad daylight and there was no excuse of having a lot of wine and bad beer. The morning was fresh and cool and very clear. He had seen her naked by the lantern in the tent, but this was different. But she stood in obedience and unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders.
He was fully dressed and he sat watching her, ogling her, and grinning. She turned around when he told her too. What she never would have done for any other man, she did for John Gilbert.
“Get in the tent on the blankets,” he said. “On your hands and knees.”
“On my hands and knees?” she questioned.
“It’s time you learned how animals really do it,” he said. “You will never the lady of the manor after this, Lady Samuels.”
With a shudder, she went into the tent. Of course she knew how animals did it. Even a sheltered young lady learned some of the facts of life, even if it was by accident. But it had always seemed like such a vulgar thi
ng, even to talk about it. As a girl, she remembered giggling about some of the facts of life with her sister, and even an argument about people doing it the same way as animals.
Lady Josephine had insisted that not even the most vulgar human would stoop to behaving like a barn yard animal.
Now she knew she was very wrong because she was about to act that way herself, without argument or protest. In the comfortable warm bed of her father’s manor, life seemed simple. It even seemed simple when she was giving instructions to the servants as Lady Samuels, but on her hands and knees in a tent about to be ravished by a savage lover, nothing seemed simple anymore.
He followed her into the tent. She looked back over her shoulder, trembling. He had not undressed, only unbuttoned his pants and his huge, fat prick hung out freely, already an angry red color but not quite completely hard. It was still formidable looking even in the bright daylight. She wondered how she had managed to get it all inside her the night before, or how she had managed to get it so deep in her throat.
He walked around and rubbed the fat tip against her soft cheek, leaving a trail of his wet cream.
“Suck it hard, Lady,” he said. “Show me what you’re good for.”
She turned her head and took his prick into her mouth. Moving her head forward, she felt his rubbery tauntness slide over her tongue and into her mouth. She held him there, feeling him throb and grow. When he grew complexly stiff, she choked a little and he pulled back. Very carefully and lovingly she covered him with her spit. She licked up and down his staff and even pushed her tongue into the tiny hole at the top. He finally pulled her head away.
He gripped her by her hair and pulled her head back so that he was looking her in the eyes.
“I want you to know that I’m going to fuck you hard and rough, and it’s going to be for me. I don’t care if you get off or not. I don’t care if you even enjoy it. This is for me, because I’m the man, and you’re only good for pleasuring me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said.
“So what is it that you’re good for, Lady Samuels?” he asked.
“For pleasing you,” she said.
He smiled and walked around behind her.
“Push up a little,” he commanded. “Lift up your pretty ass.”
She leaned forward and braced herself on the blankets and lifted her bottom for him. He rubbed his cock on her bottom for a few moments, and then let his cock slip down between the crack of her ass. For a moment she was afraid he had found the wrong hole, but he adjusted himself and his fat prick head found her plump pussy lips.
He gave her little time to get used to him. With a powerful push of his hips, he thrust inside her. Her eyes popped open and she squealed like a wounded animal. She had thought he was deep the night before. Now, he was incredibly deep. His cockhead felt as if he was going to come out her mouth.
He pulled back and thrust again. He rocked her body. With one hand, he casually reached around and found one of her hanging breasts. He squeezed her breast and flicked his thumb across her already swollen nipple. She gasped.
He started to thrust in and out. He moved slowly, without the rapid intensity of the fucking he had given her the night before. And his thrusting motion entered her differently and rubbed his swollen cock against her tiny, sensitive bud. Each thrust sent another shudder through her.
Also the rough hand gripping her breast and flicking her sensitive nipple sent more shivers through her.
She found herself pushing her hips back against him, following his lead as he thrust. His pace grew faster and his hard cock seemed to be bruising her insides with his club-like cock. As she gave in more and more to her growing heat, she realized how wrong she had been. Being fucked like this was incredible, much better than anything she had dreamed.
“I think you like doing it like animals, Lady Samuels,” John Gilbert said.
“Oh yes, it’s glorious,” she moaned. “Glorious.”
For the first time he started moving faster and she gave completely into the feelings in her body. With a cry, she arched her back and felt her juices flooding his fat cock. He thrust faster and even as she was coming down off her orgasm high, she felt his cock growing inside her, and the first of his cum spurting into her pussy.
“Fucking glorious,” he shouted, and he grabbed both of her breasts and thrust into her one last, deep time just as she shuddered in the midst of a second orgasm. In her entire life nothing had ever happened to her like this, and she completely, totally, forever knew she was joined to John in a way she could never be joined to anyone else.
…..
It was lunch time before they arrived back at the plantation house. She wore John Gilbert’s clothing, but she wore it proudly. Gone was any trace of the haughty Lady Samuels. In fact, she almost felt shame at the way she fawned over him, but she couldn’t help herself. She felt desperate to keep him happy, to please him. It wasn’t just sexual anymore. She just wanted him to be happy in every way.
As soon as they reached the plantation house, he became the host John Gilbert again. She actually tried to follow him to his room, but he commanded her to go to her own. The slim and pretty little servant girl made a bath for her and dried her, and then helped her dress in her finest chemise and a dress. She actually picked out three dresses. She wanted to find one that would please John.
But when she got downstairs for supper, John wasn’t there. She felt a surge of panic.
“He has gone to pick up your husband, Lady Samuels,” the servant girl said
She ate her evening meal alone, or more accurately, she didn’t eat. Instead, she picked at her food and drank a lot of Gilbert’s expensive wine. Just before dark John Gilbert returned with her husband. She watched Lord Samuels climb gingerly out of the jeep. A short, portly man, she tried to remember what she had found so attractive about him. She knew she wasn’t being fair. Lord Samuels was wealthy, polished, and a man of some respect in England.
But here he was soft and in their entire married life, he had never made her feel what John Gilbert had made her feel in one night.
“Wretched, wretched country,” Lord Samuels said, as he hobbled up onto the porch. “The sooner I am free of this place, the better.”
“Are you all right, dear?” she asked.
“Perfectly fine, Lady Samuels, except for this aching ankle. But the doctor says one more day of resting it and we can pack up and go home.”
One more day. She glanced at John Gilbert and he looked amused, as if he understood the panic she was feeling. Together, and with the aid of the servant girl, they helped her husband upstairs to his room, adjoined to hers. They undressed him and put him to bed with a large glass of brandy. She knew from experience the brandy would make her husband sleep deeply.
She waited until she was sure he was asleep, and then she peeled off her clothes and put on her robe, and tiptoed down the stairs to John Gilbert’s study. She found him there behind his desk. His feet were propped up on the desk, and he also was sipping brandy.
“Hello Lady Samuels,” He said.
“My name is Josephine,” she said.
“Josephine,” he said. “It’s a good name. But I like Lady Samuels.”
“I no longer feel like a lady where you are concerned,” she said.
“Pity that,” he said smugly. “There’s nothing I like better than fucking the gentry.”
“You can fuck me anytime,” she said.
“I wish that were only true,” he said, with a sigh. “But tomorrow you return to England.”
She undid her robe and dropped it on the floor.
“Why, Lady Samuels,” he said mockingly. “Your husband is right upstairs.”
“Let me stay here,” she pleaded. “Please don’t make me go.”
“That would be impossible,” he said.
Again, a sense of panic filled her. She simply could not go back to England again, to live a life full of rules and strict schedules and to never again feel as John Gilbert had
made her feel. She dropped down on her knees and crawled on the floor around his desk. He took his feet off the desk and pushed his chair back and she moved up between his legs.
“I’ll do anything,” she promised. “Anything. I mean it. But please don’t send me away. I’ve never felt more alive than I feel here. I’ll wither up and die if I go back.”
For the first time she saw something else in his face besides his mocking arrogance, something almost gentle. It was quickly gone as he ran his hand through her short black hair and then gripped her head.
“I could use a little something before you go,” he said.
Knowing what was coming, she didn’t pull away as he unbuttoned his pants.
“It’s what you’re good for, you remember,” he said.
He pulled his cock out. He had bathed that evening but his cock still had a strong masculine smell as she held it to her lips. She suddenly knew she had one chance of changing his mind, of being able to stay. She would be better than those French girls, better than anyone else. But she would also do it with a touch of class and sophistication, if such a thing were possible. Lady Samuels would suck his cock with style.
She held his prick in her fingers and she looked up at him.
“It’s so big, master,” she whispered. “So big. A lady could hardly get her lips around a thing like that.”
Her words made him smile. She kissed his swollen tip and he stopped smiling She licked at the tiny hole and then encircled the crown with her lips. She pulled back, letting her teeth scrape the sensitive crown.
“I doubt many English ladies would be able to handle so powerful looking cock as yours, sir,” she said. “But I will try.”
She spoke properly, with just the right touch of respect and haughtiness in her tone. He loved it. He put his hand on her cheek and then patted her head.
“And will Lady Samuels swallow?” he asked