3 comments/ 44736 views/ 3 favorites A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 01 By: Cavort To Eve, With love and thanks for your inspiration. * I first met my betrothed the evening of my sixteenth birthday at a ball held in my honour. My father, Lord Randolf Montague Dashwood, presented me to him with his promise of my hand. Lord Carnborough, a rather rotund man lacking the height to correctly proportion his girth, was old and not particularly handsome, and I felt no great enthusiasm towards him. Becoming Lady Laura Jennifer Catherine Carnborough offered no special attraction to me. I smiled and curtseyed, and his eyes never left mine as he bowed to kiss my gloved hand. Immediately I had the measure of his worth. Perhaps he thought me inadequately versed in the desires and intents of men, for he did nothing to hide the salacious gleam in his eyes as he drew them down and up again. "A fine young lady," he loudly announced to my father, without taking his eyes from mine. "One who will without doubt grow to be a most beautiful woman." Letting go of my hand he straightened and turned once more to father and made mention of his plans to complete me in every way. Were I not a Lady I would surely have run from the hall in tears. I knew Papa loved me with every beat of his heart, but this was not a marriage of love, this was one of politics and power, of industry and wealth, and I knew to still my tongue and hold my smile. Papa, in turn, knew he would hear of my displeasure at the first appropriate opportunity. All my impassioned protestations the following morning did me little good however, although it did please me that Papa did his best to placate me. He told me I would not be forced to love the man, and our marriage could be conducted with a purely public sincerity, should I so choose. There had been times such as these in my youth, although not quite of this nature, when I would sulk and pout were I not to get my own way. But I was becoming a woman, and I had learned quite early on in my life that the freedoms of the privileged were merely an illusion perpetuated in the minds of the less fortunate, and we in our turn were in fact no more free than they. We were just at greater liberty to indulge ourselves in other areas to compensate for it. I told my father I would honour his promise without fuss. I would marry this man, Lord James Carnborough, I would accompany him to important functions, and to society appear ever the loving wife, but he would know not of every deception I would engage in. For the next two years I studied in France, and learned much of the pleasures an adventurous young woman could be indulged in. I learned of the power of my beauty, how to entice a man with my eyes, my smile, the way I comported my curves. We taught one another, and used to great effect our skills to tease the gardeners who tended the grounds and boys we met during our outings into the town. I knew to what extent to engage them in the sport of flirting, even if some of the girls did not. Men fascinated me, and the desire to experience all the enjoyments they had to offer burned as wildly within me as it did within my fellow students. Yet unlike not too few of the girls I was perfectly able to kindle those first flickers of desire into fiercely raging passions and then take delight in leaving them in quickened states of arousal as I made my excuses and flittered away with promises of more. On my return to London I shared a joyous reunion with my father, which sadly was cut short after three days by the necessity of his occupation. My brother Matthew was at Oxford still, my cousins Elouise and Nathaniel were on a tour of the far east with my Aunt and Uncle, and I was, ostensibly, alone in the house. My mother had died when I was a small child, something which my father and uncle thought to one another should have affected me more than it did. I was tended by my handmaid, cook saw to my meals, other servants and scullions performed their tasks, and John looked after us all. John had been with Father since he was a lad. Once a stable boy at our country retreat, Papa had offered him a position of butlers assistant when he became eighteen, and when Simmons died John took over his duties. John had always held a fascination for me. I was sometimes fearful of him, not because I thought he would ever harm me, but because he had an air of mystery and danger to him. Papa was my ideal model of manhood, but John was the very next best thing. He was dark haired and handsome, tall, young and strong. No more than thirty years of age he was fit and in his peak, and I shall never forget the night I watched intently from my bedroom window, my heart fluttering wildly, as he rolled up his sleeves and fought off two would be burglars. My wedding was still yet a month and a half away, many of my friends and their families were busying themselves with clandestine plans they thought me blissfully nascent to, and I was restless and eager to play. I called John into the drawing room and watched from beside the fireplace as he entered from the south door. "I shall be going into town, John," I informed him and moved to sit on a lounge chair. His eyes watched my every step. I enjoyed the way he looked at me. "You shall have to help me with my little boots," I said and sat back. He seemed to start forward, but then hesitated. The blood rushed in my veins. I held back a chuckle that unchecked would have cascaded forth. John knew not what to do; he had never dressed a Lady before, although I suspected he was experienced enough in divesting many a girl of her clothing. "But Miss.. wouldn't your maid be a better one to be doing these things for you?" he asked. I sat upright, leaning forward slightly as though captivated by our conversation. There was an uneasiness in his voice; he no doubt sensed my mood and feared where it might lead. I adored his attitude, and did enough to assuage his fears. "Kitty isn't here. If she were she would be fitting them as we speak. Cook cannot be trusted with the delicacy of my predicament. And I fear I would become uncomfortably diffident were I to indenture an unfamiliar maid to the task. No, only you can do it, John. You I trust implicitly." I drew a deep breath. It made my firm breasts rise and expand, then dip again, a motion which was not lost on him. My dress hugged tightly to my figure, and as though without conscious thought I smoothed a hand over my hip and down my thigh, accentuating my charms. "Come, John," I said. My smile comforted him. He began forward. I knew his predicament; he feared any impropriety on his part would cost him his job should I wish to make fuss of it. But he was no fool when it came to the exchanges between a man and a woman, and he well knew of my Nature, for this was not the first time I had practised my sport on him. I watched intently as he picked my boots up from beside the fireplace, bowed and knelt in front of me. For a moment I imagined him asking for my hand, and me saying yes. I softly chuckled. Before his eyes joined mine again he was rested on one knee and my boots were placed one either side of my feet. My heart was already fluttering and my breaths were coming that little bit shallower and quicker. I wanted him to know it, so did nothing to disguise my condition. "I've never done this kind of thing before, Miss," he admitted. "..So I'm not really sure to what I should be doing." "Oh John, I'm quite sure you know exactly what to do," I said coyly. His cheeks flushed red and again I fought the urge to laugh. Slowly, I lifted a foot. My dress began to slide down from my knee, revealing my thigh to his wanton eyes. "Undo my straps," I said slowly, a slightly husky tone to my voice, "and take off my shoe." I lifted my foot high enough for him to take in his hands. Ever the gentleman and servant John was very careful with his actions as he slowly unwound the twin leather straps from around my calf, his eyes burning bright as he removed my shoe. Right at the last moment I twisted my foot and pulled it up to make my dress slip higher up my leg and reveal a glimpse of the frilly lace garter-strap around my left thigh. I pretended not to notice as I put on an air of girlishness and giggled, telling him he tickled me and giving me the opportunity to push my foot from his hand and onto his thigh. I had tucked my fingers under my thighs, my arms were straightened at my sides, and I leant forward giggling as I slid my foot up his leg. "Miss!" he exclaimed, bringing my laughter to an instant halt. I opened my eyes wide and looked down at him. The poor fellow looked most flustered. I pretended not to know why. "What is it, my dear John?" I asked innocently. "Your foot, Miss! ..it's..." he stuttered. "It's what?" I asked and slid it fully between his legs. Before he could utter anything more I gasped, parting my lips as I looked at him. He looked guiltily back up at me for a moment, before casting his eyes to the floor. "What ever can this be?" I said to myself as my toes squeezed the considerable swelling in his britches. "What is it, John?" I added quickly. He would have known my temperature to be rising as dramatically as his own. John remained still, even with the state I was getting him into. I wondered if his life long loyalty to our family might not have wavered beneath his desire to bend me over the lounger and show me exactly what the wonder presently beneath my toes was created for. John remained at least half composed, his fealty unwavering. It bolstered my fondness of him. However, he was to be my introduction, whether it caused him confliction or not. I saw him as my playtoy, to practise on, without the dangers of men unrestrained by wealth and standing. If I could control him at his most impassioned, then I could perhaps guide the lusts of powerful men to my liking. "Is it a trapped bird? It throbs so quickly beneath my foot! You must show him to me now." I pressed harder, squeezed and rubbed. The fellow surely did throb, and no doubt ached to be free of his confines. "But Miss. I might get into trouble if I do," John said with worry in his voice. I would have to sooth his fears. "It will be our little secret, you have my promise." I looked at him with sincerity, with yearning. I knew he would not resist. He looked round, as though afraid someone might come in. "We are quite alone," I assured him. "Stand up and let me see." I took my foot away and sat back a little as I brought my hands to my lap. It was enough to spur him to his feet, and he stood before me in his finest livery; midnight black inlaid with deep velvet greens and glittering golds that caught the sun in a thousand different places as he moved. He looked so handsome. "Let me do it," I urged as his hands began to move to his belt. He put them back to his sides. "Let me serve you," I added, knowing the effect such words from my lips would have on him. All my practices would now be tested, and I was eager to raise the stakes and take the game to loftier levels. I slowly unbuckled him and pushed open his trousers. They were tight around his hips and legs and I did after all need his help in freeing him. He sensed it and before I could look up at him his hands had pushed the waistband of his trousers past his hips and onto his thighs. His limb jutted forth from between the tails of his shirt, pushing them asunder as I imagined it should like also to do to the moistening lips of my pussy. My first sight of it drew a sharp gasp from my open lips. It was well as thick as my wrist and a length comparable to my forearm. Curving upwards from the root it offered its ruby head to the heavens, proud of its design and dimension. Beneath hung the sack of sweets I knew to contain life's seed and wondered if I too, like the girls in my classmate's stories, would be showered in their nectar. "Are you sure no one will catch us at it, Miss?" he asked. How was I know if anyone would, as he put it, catch us at it? But none the less I assured him of our security. I took a moment to savour the experience, and thought of the girls at the pensionnat. How proud they would be of me. How envious! Clearly in a state of agitation John glanced fervently about, but still displayed his desire to initiate me. It seemed to overwhelm any sense of fear of being found undressed with the master's daughter. Before me his powerful staff throbbed obscenely, the veins pulsing to the quickened rush of his heart. His balls hung below like weighty plums, ready to anoint yet one more curious girl. "How very proud he looks, John," I commented, leaning forward to study it closer. I pushed his shirt fully aside and noted the rough curls that narrowed upwards over his stomach. "He is a fine one at that, Miss. All the lassies have said as much," he replied, unable to disguise his hauteur. "I'm quite sure they have," I mused, and how right he was to be so pleased with himself. His scent was that of eroticism itself, desire incarnate, and every breath of his masculinity further aroused my pussy and sent a rush of tingles throughout my body. I raised a hand and drew my fingers along its side. John stifled a harsh intake of breath, as I in turn cautioned the giggles within me. I curled my delicate little fingers around his fearsome instrument and drew the skin back then forth. It rolled up to cover almost half of the bulging head, and unfurled again to the motion of my hand to reveal it once more in all its majesty. "Has Kitty told you how fine it is?" I asked as I looked up at him. John's face betrayed his guilt, but also revealed his frustration. I already knew every detail from my excited handmaid, but feigned ignorance as I sought to uncover his perspective of their recent little below stairs clinch. "She..she likes a kiss, Miss, likes that a lot. That and more," John divulged. He fidgeted a little on the spot as I sat before him, my dainty hand clasping his thick member as far around as possible. I continued to stroke. Lifting my other hand I caressed, squeezed and weighed and tested his balls. "Does she really? What else does she like?" I asked softly and used both hands upon his shaft. My face was close to his engorged crown. I had such a desire to kiss him. "She likes bein' kissed, Miss, rubbed and felt too. But she wont let me tip her. I took it out for her once, told her what to call it 'n what to do with it. But I think it frightened her, and she scarpered." I couldn't help giggling at his story. John was becoming increasingly breathless. I pouted my lips and pressed them sensuously to the head and kissed. Looking up at him again I kept my open lips to it for a moment more. "Tell me what to call it, John," I said quietly, breathing hotly upon it. "Tell me what to do with it. Tell me as you told Kitty." "Oh god, Miss! What if cook were to come?" he flustered. "Cook has her own duties, as you have yours. You mustn't worry." I kissed more, again and again, tilting my head this way and that as I first pressed my lips and then caressed the smooth hot skin with my tongue. It glistened in the sheen of my saliva. I looked up to his eyes again and when I caught them in mine I repeated myself. "Tell me what to call it, and what I should do." Even though I was yet to experience the act I knew full well what to do, as night after night at the girls' school had taught me. I just enjoyed playing the game with the servants. John would not mind, in fact after today he would be very glad of my perilous pursuits. "Oh Miss, what you're doin now is heaven. How you kiss my cock! You're so pretty! So beautiful!" John almost growled some of his words. His hands moved as though to take hold of my face, but then clenched and unclenched as they moved back to his sides. I revelled in my effect on him. Following his lead I kissed his 'cock' more. I knew the word, but my appearance was consequential and I had a duty to maintain my innocence. At least until it seemed I was in the process of being liberated. "Oh John! Your cock is indeed fine!" In the urgency of my words I contrived to let my lips slip around the head and kept them there a moment as I sucked and licked. "Mmm, Miss! Suck it too!" John panted. I held his staff in both hands and did as I was told. His status kept him from looking for too long a time into my eyes, but I so loved it when he did and looked up at him all the while I sucked and licked his handsome cock. "Tell me what you meant when you said Kitty wouldn't let you 'tip' her," I said between fervent wet sucks. As he spoke I took the opportunity of his momentary distraction to experiment a little. I licked down one side of his shaft and up the other, rubbing his cock over my face. I slid my tongue over his heavy balls, sucking each in turn between my rosy lips as I stroked his magnificent shaft. "I've had her up against the wall before, Miss. Was kissin' her and she was kissin' me back. She got more 'n more feisty, Miss. So I pulled up her skirt and got my hand between her legs." "Oh John! What a rogue you are! What did she do?" I interjected, dipping my head to hide my humour before taking him in my mouth once more. "She wriggled about, Miss. But I got my knee between hers and opened her legs. Panting her breath in my mouth she was when I got my fingers up her and gave her a proper fingering. Oh, Miss! Your wet little mouth is so nice on it! I kept at it 'til she got those feelings girls get." I did my best not to chuckle. John continued. "After that she was out of breath and her cheeks were a proper shade of red, Miss. She was wet all over." He himself, I noted with amusement, was currently in an equal state of arousal. "When I was doing it to her I took her hand 'n pressed it on my cock, made her rub it through my trousers. After a time I let go of her wrist and she kept rubbing, so when I took it out for her to have a go on I thought she'd be up for it. But she protested. Said it was too big and got all scared. Then she ran, Miss. Upstairs to you she went." John's words were punctuated by his heavy breathing and gasping, and the occasional groan. His cock had seemed to swell in my grip as my hands sped back and forth and I wondered if I was soon to receive recompense for my industriousness. "Kitty is very loyal, John. And you know she has long been my favourite, ever since we were little girls together. It pleases me that the two of you are becoming so close. Perhaps you'd like me to prepare her for you?" I offered, pausing a moment in my play. "Would you, Miss? Oh, I do like her so!" "I will talk to you about it very soon, John, and you will do exactly as I say to ensure your conquest of her. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss! I'll always do everything you say right to the letter." He was right on the edge of intensity. It was obvious even to the most recent of initiates. I sucked as much of his monstrous limb as my mouth would comfortably accept, while I clasped my hands together around his shaft and masturbated him. "Oh Miss! I'll come if you don't stop!" he warned urgently. I did not stop. I wanted to experience all. I wanted him just as he had wanted my handmaid, and I would have him such. But first I wanted to watch. I needed first to see for myself how this powerful instrument would affect the treasures that awaited it between the legs of women. Kitty was perfect for the task. She was my trusted handmaid and I was rather fond of her. She shared her name with one of my own, although the childish shortening of it harked back to when we were little girls together and she slept in a kitten costume while I slept as a bunny. I tended to indulge her, and allowed her greater liberty and familiarity than her position warranted. I knew of her soft spot for John, so I had no doubt she would welcome his advances. I would just need to pick my moment to sacrifice her to his lust. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 01 "Oh Miss! Yes! It's so good! I can't hold it! It'll go everywhere!" His body shuddered as he tried in vain to stem the flow of lust boiling in his balls. I chuckled quietly beneath his breathy panting. He knew he should most certainly not be coming into the mouth of a Lords' daughter, yet if I were to run and hide now it would still erupt before he had time to refasten his trousers. Perhaps he thought me unaware of the event to follow. I had never been so expectant. I sucked harder and masturbated his thick shaft with alacrity, making the littlest of 'mm' sounds I had at first not realized I was doing. Suddenly the head of his prick swelled in my mouth and from it issued forth a stream of molten hot liquid. It came out with such a force, pushing my tongue back and taking me by surprise. I swallowed as my eyes widened. "Oh!" I gasped, moving my head moved back. I wanted to see this liqueur as it jetted from Nature's sword. Again it spurted, and a thick creamy spray of it splashed across my lips and cheek. I gasped, open eyed. I released my hands from around it and again it adorned me with pearls, this time splashing up my neck. "Oh Miss! Your pretty face! Your little choker!" John gasped as his weapon fired its ammunition again and again. It looked so obscene! Yet so wonderful! I yelped as he sprayed me, and quickly sank my lips around it again. I looked up at him and caught his eye as he filled my mouth with his manly effusions, his face contorted with the throes of lust. In my own he read the clear signs of wanton desire, yet still I sensed an imminent wave of guilt about to ruin his own pleasure. I leaned back and swallowed, savouring the slightly salty flavour of his come. His mighty appendage bowed its head as though somehow ashamed. A white tear wept from the little slit in the end. Yet still it throbbed, still very potent, I sensed it could at a moments notice rear its great head once more to thrust and spit and exhaust me in ways which filled my nightly dreams. Quickly I stood with the intent of hushing his approaching pang of conscience. But at the last moment, as I went up on tiptoes with the intent to thank him for being so kind, I had a sudden urge to kiss him. Still with enough of his essence on my tongue to share I pressed my lips to his and opened them. Slipping my tongue into his mouth it found his own, and he held me as they entwined together in sensual circles lubricated with his sperm. I did thank John, even as I teased him for not fitting my little boots after all. I hushed his fears as I helped him tuck away his cock, and assured him he need not fear losing his position. I promised him equal and greater pleasures to follow, and I told him of my plan to soon have Kitty naked and eager beneath him with her legs spread wide to accept his cock. Having dismissed John I returned to my bedchamber to clean myself. Kitty had not yet returned from the errands I had sent her on, so I rang for a maid to put on my boots then left to take my stroll. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 02 I had instructed John to be gentle with my handmaid and cautioned him not to rush her. Kitty was, I informed him, a timid creature by nature whose passions would only reveal themselves slight by slight. Eventually John understood, and as I explained the role he would need to play in her seduction he seemed to be studying it with more care than I had seen him take to most other of his tasks. Not that he lacked attention in any of his duties, or was for that matter in any way incompetent, on the contrary in fact he was a most loyal and duteous servant. This task held for him a far greater reward than the approval of his masters and I knew he would perform it to my satisfaction and to Kitty's ecstasy. After dismissing him I watched him stride down the hallway and decided I would let them marry. Both would be perfectly happy with the other and would continue in service to Papa and myself with an invigorating air of love and loyalty, duty and desire. Whilst relaxing in the drawing room, thinking of Papa and how soon he might be coming home to me, John knocked and entered and announced the arrival of General Stanton, a friend of father's. After being informed Lord Dashwood was not present he had insisted on an audience with me instead. My heart jumped. General Stanton was a man of reputation, one I had heard of in fine detail many times recently. I would not show it, but I was secretly thrilled he had come knocking on my door. This was a wonderful opportunity for a little game playing. I motioned for John to close the door and come to me. Hushing my voice I told him not to stray too far until the General had left. I proceeded to explain that only once before had I met General Stanton and it was not an experience I had hoped would need repeating. As I clutched both hands to John's arm and pressed my body against him I disdainfully traduced General Stanton, explaining he was a large bellied man with an equally large propensity for indulgence. A renowned scoundrel he was not a man I wished to entertain longer than was politely necessary. John nodded knowingly and assured me of his chivalry; he would protect me. Already I saw the conflict on his face as I clutched him that little bit tighter and made him promise. He stood proud. I pressed my little belly to his hip and contrived to push my pussy to the back of his hand as though I hadn't realized what I had done. John reaffirmed his quixotic promise, his back straightening that little bit more, to be my saviour. I in turn promised to reward him in his favourite way once the horrid General was gone. I smiled to myself. John was a mere butler, he could no more order a General of the King's Army to leave than a street urchin could proclaim himself mayor. He knew such insolence would not be tolerated and if he were to insult the General in that manner he would be thrashed to within an inch of his life. Not by General Stanton of course, for should they engage in a fair fight John would most certainly emerge the victor, but powerful men have powerful allies, and the establishment never plays fair. "I will see him in the dining room," I quietly told John and took a half step back, portraying one unwilling to disguise their increasing contempt in any civil way. "But do stay within earshot of the door in case I should need you; General Stanton is a renowned rogue of the highest order and I would bite and scratch rather than fall prey to his wicked advances!" "Certainly, Miss," John said with a nod. "Don't you worry, General or not I won't be giving him any chance to harm you. Him or any man." His response was perfect and already I pictured him hopping from one foot to the other in the hallway as he battled over his conflicting sensibilities. "You are sweet, John," I said with a welcoming smile and a flirt of the eyes. "I do hope it won't come to that; the General knows not to cause a fuss here, although it wouldn't be the first time an intervention was necessary. He will not harm me in any way, though. Your presence should be all that's required, and I would just feel safer knowing you are close by. Have port and sherry brought to the table then show him through, and after we shall talk of your progress with little Kitty." As I turned to motion him to leave I brushed my forearm across the bulge in his plush britches. I said nothing, but John lingered that moment longer before backing away. I turned my back to hide my smile. "Darling Laura!" General Stanton bellowed as John showed me into the dining room. "Hello, dear General," I said courteously and smiled brightly. He began to march towards me with great strides. Quickly I turned my face. "That will be all, John," I said to the butler and watched as he pulled the door to within an inch of closing. He would be hovering about in the entrance hall, listening intently, ready as ever to spring to my aid. I raised my arms and offered my gloved hands to the General. The picture I had painted to John of General Stanton was not entirely untrue; he was indeed rather large bellied, as many of his advancing years were. But unlike Lord Carnborough the General was a tall and well built man, as great and fearsome in stature as he was in battle. I had not exaggerated his reputation either; he was indeed a terror to the ladies and daughters of high society and the girls in their charge, and it was by the sheer force of his personality that he avoided any sort of retribution for his escapades. That and the reluctance of the women involved to see any harm come to him. Whilst the men may bluster and boast of their own, or indeed their friends' conquests, arrogantly bragging of the ease in which the girls would lay down for them, it was in the accounts told to me by the Ladies I heard how many a maid was discovered in a state of fulfilment, panting each little breath and smiling with the dreamiest of eyes. Some even admitted to their own encounters with him; how he had charmed them with beautiful words and filled them with hardened flesh. Others still had recounted to me of the power of the Generals' lust, and how they had needed to summon a young servant girl, strip her and sacrifice her to quench his thirst as they hid their faces and watched through their fingers. The poor girls always wished to retain their modesty, yet bowed, curtseyed and offered to fall upon the devil's sword in place of their mistresses. And once firmly impaled upon that thrusting length of Nature their gasps and moans, their squeals and cries of 'Yes!' and 'More!' soon came thick and fast as they realized why God had designed their own bodies in such a way. Many a young virgin had screeched and sobbed before her mistress at its first onslaught into her quivering body only to spread her legs wider and buck her agile hips back up at her conqueror just moments later, eager to enjoy his gift for as long as he sought fit to share it with her. And what a gift it was! Perhaps one or two reports could be exaggerated, but in each and every retelling I listened in wonder at the attention to detail, both excited and afraid, as its every curve and vein and shape and size was relayed to me again and again. Their accounts were extremely evocative; they thrilled me, and in telling me I am sure the Ladies and daughters, the maids and servants saw in my eyes the spark of carnality, the glow of wanton desire, and perhaps it was no surprise that now I had come of age the General had come knocking at my door, sent here by women who know. As he approached me I tingled even more as I thought of those stories, envying the girls lucky enough to be featured in them. "Dear girl!" he continued to enthuse as he took my hands in his. I merely smiled. "Has it been a year already? Let me look at you!" He drew my arms wide and pressed his eyes upon every part of me. "How beautiful you are! And a Lady now. You're more beautiful than ever. What a lucky dog that Carnborough is! Why, I would marry you this very day were you to permit me!" With that he pulled me to him and took me in a very familiar way as I giggled at his declaration. Before he could get a full grasp of me however I twisted and slipped from his clutches. The General laughed, as much the game-player as myself I sensed him in his element with me. I made for the other side of the large oak dining table, well enough from the door to require John to keep his ear to it to hear my squeals. At first only his eyes followed me. I felt them upon my every curve. Then slowly, as a cat circles a mouse, he circled the table, moving around behind me. He eyed me from several paces back. I felt so deliciously trapped. "Did you not come here to see my father?" I asked, then turned and rested my bottom against the table and placed my hands on it on either side. I kept my back arched, pushing my firm young breasts out for his eyes to devour. I knew my dress had him captivated. Deep cinnabar vermilion, fashioned from the most exquisite silk that glittered in the afternoon sun. Gauzy and delicate it encouraged the passing of light through it and left little to the imagination. It was not too short, although longer on one side than the other from the diagonally cut style. The split in the raised side ended high upon my right thigh, revealing my whole leg to him when I walked. The dress tightly hugged my body. Laced at the back with dainty strings that fluttered from a pretty bow it cupped my breasts at the front and afforded the eye an entrancing portion of cleavage. I have always been very proud of them; full and firm they sit high and pert upon my chest. Even Papa's eyes enjoy playing all over them. "That I did, my sweet little treasure." he said loudly. "But alas, dear Monty is elsewhere engaged and I couldn't leave without seeing my most favourite little girl." I laughed again, an effect in me he seemed to revel in creating. His eyes fixed upon my dainty little choker-collar, then to the matching lace straps around my upper arms, before moving down my elbow gloves and to my upper thighs. I knew he was wondering to himself if I also had straps there, and how he might proceed in finding out. I leaned a little to one side as I chuckled at his silliness and moved my right knee forward. The split opened and my thigh was revealed to him, free of any garnishing. He looked not in the least disappointed, and when I casually moved my left hand and drew a finger across my left thigh his eyes immediately picked out the slight raised band of my garter-strap beneath my delicate thin dress. His eyes glowed like fire. I sensed him about to start forward. "Would you like a drink, General?" I asked and turned my back to him and leaned forward to reach the large silver drinks tray. With a growl in his throat he thanked me and said that he would. What a sight I must have presented him, bending over the table so, my posterior displayed lewdly to him in what he surely accepted was an unspoken invitation, for he moved to me with purpose in his strides. A moment later I was but a rabbit in his gunsights and his hand was perfectly placed to caress that which he had been offered. I let him enjoy for a moment or two as I pulled the drinks tray to the tables' edge then stood up, straightening my back. His hand caressed most gently. "Allow me to serve you," I said, noting twice now I had used almost identical phrases whilst in the company of impassioned men. As I poured port for my military man his hand slid down to my left thigh, just far enough to seek for himself what lay tightly strapped beneath. I smiled to myself as he growled breathily, running his fingers over my thigh-strap. I proceeded to pour myself a small sherry. Turning around in his grip, holding our glasses at shoulder height, I faced him with an expression of shock and innocence. His naughty hands stayed loosely upon my hips. "General! What ever would your wife say if she were to see you now with a girl in your arms so?" By holding a glass in each hand I appeared trapped by my own naivety; unable to fend off his wicked hands. I kept the drinks back enough to push my excited breasts out in a most enticing way. "Oh, she would have nothing to say at all, dear girl, for is it not just a hug between friends?" he rationalized as his hands worked symmetrical magic upon my torso, sliding up together to just teasingly brush my breasts before he gripped me tighter and turned me a little in his arms. My pert bottom, no longer safe against the table edge was once again cupped by his large hand. I wondered how many men had died by those powerful hands as they now held me with such gentle care. "I've never had a hug quite like this one, my General, and I fear she would have much to say about the placement of your hand upon my bottom." Even as I said the words I made it wriggle that much more beneath his hand and between his waist and my hip I felt the stirrings of something powerful pressing against me. "I would turn my back to the woman to hide our little game from her," he said and kept his hand firmly upon my bum as he took his drink from me with his other hand. I looked up into his eyes, sipping from my glass. He was looking down at my firm breasts, no doubt enjoying the swelling of my distended nipples. I have always had my clothes made for me, but recently I have been introduced to a wonderful little boutique in Knightsbridge where the skilled fingers of the Monsieur and Madame there craft my dresses with this very effect upon the opposite sex in mind. It was no wonder to me that the General found endless fascination in the enticing curves of my bosom and bottom. He threw his drink back in one and slid the glass a fair way into the middle of the table. "Perhaps I would turn again to show her where your fingers play," I told him, feeling a little breathless. His cock had hardened and he shamelessly pressed it against my side. It was indeed quite a size; the lucky girls who had suffered it hadn't embellished their stories of it at all. I stifled a gasp as his other hand first squeezed my breast then slid down my tummy to my thigh. "Then I would simply take you to a place of my choosing where we might be alone and you would be at your ease to gift me the pretty treasures you hide beneath your naughty little dress." His breath was hot, coming in shortened bursts. The rough fellow masterfully swished my dress aside and his hand was between my legs. I looked down. My skirt lay across his wrist, the split strained against my leg. His fingers tickled my inner thighs. He would find nothing but nakedness, save for my garter. Ever eager to experience her initiation my dampening pussy conveyed to my legs the need to spread themselves for him. As my legs opened, as his fingers slid in the wetness on my inner thighs and pressed sensuously onto my tingling pussy, I gasped a half-squeal and dropped my glass. His hand drew back, my dress dropped back into place. I pretended to stumble from the surprise and reached out with my hand, landing it squarely upon his bulging trousers. My fingers clasped and squeezed. He grinned lasciviously. I squeezed more. "General!" I gasped loudly, a girlish squeal in my voice. John would still be stalking the foyer and I hoped he would hear all. I had a sudden urge to have both men, to sample their vigour and compare their qualities. I shook the thought from my head as I snapped back my hand. "Dear girl! You incite me more than any before you has!" he said breathily. He made to grab me once more but I turned and slipped from his clutches. I smiled flirtatiously at him and slowly backed away with a provocative wriggle to my hips. "There is a time and a place for everything," I said, nearing the window. "And I do mean everything!" My emphasis enthralled him. Lust burned like wild fire in his eyes. "This, however, most certainly is not it." For a moment he looked endearingly confused. "You cannot win every battle in the very first sortie, my dear General. Sometimes you must wait for the moment your adversary has let their guard down to you." He was all magnificent smiles again. "My sweet, young Laura, do not tease a love-stricken old war horse! Name the day and the place and I shall await you without fail!" He remained near the table. I pouted my form for him, showing off my curves. "Oh really, General!" I said with the lightest of giggles, putting my hands on my hips. "Love stricken? I think the word you seek is lust. You should not confuse the two, and you certainly should not confuse me by mixing them up." I flashed my prettiest eyes at him. I had learned my lessons well, not just those from my teachers but also the secret lessons we girls taught each other and practised on the gardeners and town boys. Lessons on how to stand, how to walk, how to keep my back arched just enough to push my breasts and bottom out in the most provocative manner. How to tilt my head, to use my eyes, my lips, hands, hips, toes, tummy, every part of my body, a body designed for giving and receiving pleasure. A true child of Venus. And I had now the General well within my spell. "Darling Laura, I mean every word. Your beauty is a gift of the Divine, rare and singular, and I would do all to share in it. Do you not feel the same? Is there nothing I could do to prove my sincerity?" He straightened his back and puffed out his chest, no doubt attempting to look very important and desirable in his General's uniform. I found him rather funny and put a hand to my mouth as I giggled. For a moment he looked crestfallen, but as others have done in my presence he seemed to put my outburst down to my age and laughed himself, a hearty guffaw that shook his large belly and did nothing to quell my own hilarity. After a moment we regained our composure. I smiled. "I will give your offer much thought, my General," I said and put on a thoughtful look. "I fear I shall be particularly busy these next few weeks with the preparations for my marriage." I paused long enough for him to lose his wide eyed smile before continuing. "Lord Carnborough is arranging a quiet retreat for me in the country. Perhaps you might like to join me there once I'm settled?" I smiled knowingly, the offer was plain. His silly grin came instantly back. "I would hasten to your side at a moments notice, my dear girl!" he announced loudly. I giggled. "First, though," I began and held my arms out to him, "there is something I want very much to do for you to prove my own sincerity." He drew in his breath and rushed the few steps between us. He took me gently in his strong arms. I did so love him right at that moment. He smelled my perfume as I leant on his shoulders and moved my cheek to his. "When next we meet you shall have every possible pleasure you desire," I whispered into his ear. His hands gripped my hips a little tighter. "I will be your slave-girl in the bedroom and you may fuck me to our hearts content." With that I kissed his cheek and slipped down his body onto my knees. The swelling in his trousers was palpably rampant. I looked up at him as he looked down at me and batted my lashes for him as I knelt with hands behind my back as though tied there. The message was clear, and my military man was not slow to unbuckle and brandish that meaty sword which had pierced many a young lady. Twice now in as many days I found myself on my knees before a man in a heightened state of carnal agitation. My eyes immediately flicked ahead to his considerable endowment. I noted with some surprise the difference in shape to that of my butlers'. It was comparable in length and girth to John's, but unlike his the General's cock was perfectly straight. As I studied it I failed to caution my amusement and giggled at the sudden thought of my butler and my General, battling one another with their fearsome flesh swords. General Stanton laughed too, heartily, leaning back a little. His big hard cock bounced in his grip in rhythm with his shoulders. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 02 "Ah, my beautiful young temptation! What loveliness your lips are! Press them to my cock and kiss it as it likes to be kissed. I see in your eyes how it delights you!" "It does, my General. It delights me greatly," I freely admitted. Suiting action to my words I pouted my lips and kissed the dark, bulging head of his prick. He groaned with libidinous desire as another of high societies' young ladies worshipped at the alter of his lust. I too relinquished all pretence of modesty as I slipped my lips around it and sucked as much of him as possible. "That's it, my girl, use your tongue in the manner which God intended. Oh! You perfect little whore!" My cheeks flushed with heat and must have glowed an especially evocative shade of crimson, for he laughed loudly as he looked down upon me and praised me on my delightful beauty. I would normally have thought such names directed at me would have caused me acute offence, yet the sheer naughty rudeness of the term effected a sudden rush of tingling in my excited pussy. I looked up at him as I bobbed my head back and forth, encouraged by his direction. "Good girl," he praised as he held my cheek in his large hand. With his other the deliciously rude fellow masturbated his magnificent cock into my mouth. I indeed was his perfect little whore and murmured my submissive acquiescence with each suck of my mouth and bob of my head. "Such talent!" he roared. "Show me your tongue, child!" I stopped and with my lips open and my eyes upwards I slowly and enticingly licked the head of his cock as though it were heaven's lollipop. The scoundrel gripped his shaft hard and rubbed his bulging heat all over my face. From the end little pearls of the outpour to follow welled up from the slit at the end. I licked all. I licked just as the most perfect of pretty whores should. "You, my youthful slut, are more bewitching and ravishing than any other," he spoke quietly, his burning eyes captivating my own. "Put those pretty red lips around it.. Uh! Good girl.. Suck it, whore! ... Yes, good.. Now lick it.. What a lovely young bitch you are! .. Suck it deeply, little harlot." As I licked and sucked to order I saw him with the same eyes as those of the ladies and girls whose stories had so entranced me recently. Distinguished and powerful, a model of manhood of the highest echelons, yet filthy and obscene and so carnally hedonistic. He, I thought to myself, could have anything he desired of me. "Should I sing your praises to your father," he asked, "as I have to so many of the court's proud progenitors?" His question caught me off guard, and though my pause was but an indivisible fraction of a second, the renewed vigour in which I sucked his sturdy charmer and the increased heat and colour of my cheeks coupled together to speak volumes to him. He laughed loudly. "General!" I said, panting each breath. I had to look away. I dropped my eyes and focussed them along the length of his considerable advantage. I blushed. Oh, did I blush! I could not wait further instruction, and immediately sank my lips around his monstrous cock, sucking that awful thing as deep as I could. What fun, I thought, the men must have. I knew of my own feminine power over them, but as rulers and governors, decision makers and commanders, what gratification they derive from our natural submissiveness! The General continued to laugh. "Sweet child, I'll say nothing you wouldn't council me to. You need not fear." His hand stroked most gently my cheek, even as his hips began to move in a coital rhythm. I thanked him with my eyes, but still I slipped my mouth from his delicious appendage. "I'm still so inexperienced, my General, despite your pleasure at my efforts. You must promise me not to guide Papa to my bed by your loose talk. You must promise me." I expectantly awaited his reaction. He read between the lines as I knew he would, grinning down at me as he rubbed his slick wet cock over my shining red lips and soft rosy cheeks. "Fear not, little girl," he chortled, "I shall leave your seductions to yourself." "Thank you," I said with smiling eyes. "Now, perhaps you might reward me for all my efforts? If you think me worthy." I opened my mouth to him once more. The General laughed louder. "I've a gallon of spunk for you to fill your belly and wash your lips with, my worthy young strumpet!" His cock thrust roughly into my mouth, not too deep so as to be uncomfortable, on the contrary it was deliciously wonderful, but the speed of its insertions threw me off guard. I raised my hands and clutched at his thighs, my little squeals muffled by his monstrous thing. My hair was gripped atop my head in his large hand and the brute did forcefully fuck my poor little mouth! I had never felt so used, in such complete submission to another, ever in all my life. I revelled in it! My pussy salivated, wildly palpitating at the sensations of being in the sexual possession of another. My thighs wriggled and rubbed together. I was wet and slippery. His invading force thrust again and again as he pulled my ruffled black hair tightly. I dutifully sucked, tonguing him as much as I was able. He puffed and panted, growled and snarled. He called me such naughty names even as he praised my charming loveliness. The great thing swelled in my mouth. Hard and rigid as steel, yet soft and smooth as velvet. I endured all. I loved him there and then. Suddenly a great roar erupted above me as he threw back his head. His body tensed and shuddered, seeming to ripple through him and into the root of his cock, then with lightning speed it rushed along his shaft and vented from the tip. A great gush of hot, salty sperm burst forth into my mouth. Immediately I swallowed but he continued to flood my mouth. It flowed from the corners of my lips as my throat flexed. Again I swallowed, eyes wide to him as he glared down at me with an intensity I had not before experienced. And still his weapon fired its streams of ammunition. His roar turned into a long, low growl as his mighty cock paused as though to breathe again. It seemed to move back and deflate a fraction, preparing its run up, then twitched forward again, swelling to its fullest stature as it released another surge of its life-giving nectar. I was this time ready, and played my tongue into the little slit in the end as my reward rushed out. It sluiced around my mouth in all directions. My eyes half closed and no doubt glazed over dreamily as my body buzzed with familiar feelings of my rapidly approaching ecstasy. I was called such divinely awful names! I swallowed for my Master. "God's balls! What a perfect little cock-bitch!" he snarled. His come dripped from the sides of my face onto my lap. "Wear my spunk like jewels, slut!" Even as he said it he was pulling his prick from the wet warmth of my mouth. My head was pulled back with one hand as he aimed his ferocious cannon with the other and sent hot, pearly spurts of his sperm up and down my neck in thick strands and globulous strings. I panted and panted on the precipice of my own ultimate moment. I could not keep my hands from pulling up my dress even had I wanted to. Spunk splashed across my heaving breasts. I called him names of my own as my fingers slipped and slid in and out and rubbed and pressed my wet, little button. My eyes had closed, I knew not what he was up to as I went into my own world. We girls know how to teach ourselves, and share with one another, the secrets and skills of masturbation, and whilst my introduction to men had been very recent I had long been a dab-hand, so to speak, at the art of coaxing from an excited pussy the sublime conclusion of their purpose. I quivered and wriggled before him, only semi-aware my hair had been released from his grip. I panted and purred, squealed and gasped. Something slapped and pressed against my lips. I licked and kissed by instinct alone. I heard gentle laughter. As the sensations gradually diminished I became aware of the acute blushing of my cheeks; they burned red with the knowledge of my naughtiness. Opening my eyes again I saw my General. His cock was only half as hard as it had been but moments before, but still it throbbed menacingly as though only snoozing, and I knew the merest of motions upon it would rouse it back to its rampant form. I took the chance and kissed the beautiful monster, then licked him like a little dog licks its master's hand. I wanted more, but I knew I would have to resist my urges if I was to regain a modicum of control over the General's desires. He would have me more, and at his full liberty, but it would be at my choosing. I would not be taken, I would give myself willingly. "Dear girl! What a talent you have! A natural upon the cock!" he praised. I kissed his divine sceptre once more as I smiled up at him. "I must have you now!" he added as I moved back. Quickly I got to my feet. "General, you are too naughty!" I laughed. "You've anointed me once, and you must wait for a second chance to fully enjoy me. Did I not promise it to you? Am I not good to you, my dear, sweet General?" "Oh, beautiful Laura, you are in all ways wonderful! More sweet and giving than any girl. Your promise means the world to me!" He opened his arms. I sensed him about to move to clutch me once more. His great prick twitched, full of life again. Making a show of looking myself up and down I stepped further back. "My promise will be fulfilled, dearest General, and when it is you'll find it all the more sweet. But for now you must put him away," I glanced at his newly-roused cock. "Look how he's adorned me with his treats!" My fingers swirled atop my breasts, sliding in the slippery sweets sprayed upon me. We shared lively little laughs together. "Let me fuck you but once, my dear," he implored, moving the few steps to me in a quickened rush. His hands grasped my hips, his spunk-wet cock pushed my dress between my legs. "You will enjoy, that is my promise." "No, my General!" I slapped his hands away. "And do not war with me! You shall have your conquest, and all the spoils that victory decrees. But you must bide your time and sheathe your sword!" With that I slapped his rampant limb from between my legs as hard as my little hand could muster. I kept a straight face as he winced and took a half step back. Part of me wanted him to shout Be damned! and rip my dress from my body and sheathe his sword deep inside me. My pussy yearned to play scabbard to his mighty weapon. Her excited dew drops tricked still down my thighs. But instead, after the briefest of moments when his expression conveyed his urge to fulfil my wish, he laughed haughtily. "Very well, my little fuck-tease," he chuckled as he rearranged and re-buckled his attire, "I shall retire to plan my battle strategy." I smiled courteously. "Thank you, General." I paused a moment. My eyes, lips, the curves of my body all had him utterly enraptured. I slowly slid my hands up my thighs onto my hips. His eyes were all over me as I stood before him, his sperm glistening on my skin. Taking a single pronounced step forward I slid my hands to my upper thighs. "Before you leave, General, I have a gift for you that I should like you to keep with you and return to its rightful place upon our next meeting." He looked at me expectantly, eyes widening, then narrowing as I slowly and deliberately lifted my tight dress. The split was at my hip, the diagonal cut of the dress barely concealing my naked pussy as my lacy garter came into view. I looked into his eyes as his darted from mine to my thighs, then I pulled back the dress and turned my hips as I lifted my left foot onto the side of a dining chair. My eyes never left his as I unhurriedly slid the garter down my long, firm leg and over my high heeled shoe. I stood again, letting my dress fall back into place. General Stanton was grinning widely. As I strode up to him I wiped the lace garter across the side of my neck and placed it into his hand. "For you, and only you," I said and walked with a strut in my step around the table. At the door I pulled it open sharply, to find John the shortest of distances from the frame. His face was a picture! He had heard much, and now saw the results of the General's wicked ways. For a moment the poor fellow seemed not to know quite what to do. He looked at me with protective eyes, much as a big brother would for his little sister. "General Stanton will be leaving now. Do make sure he has his hat and cane," I said and briskly walked past him. He nodded his usual 'Yes, Miss', and as his eyes fell subserviently to the marbled floor I smiled to myself, noting the tremendous bulge in his tight, black and yellow silk trousers. As soon as I was safely clear of the door I hurried into a run, taking quick little steps towards the hallway behind the left-hand staircase. John, I knew, would have his eyes upon me. I turned quickly, even as General Stanton was about to brashly breeze through the dining room door, and affected a childish welling of teary eyes and quickly mouthed 'I need you!' to John, then disappeared into the billiard room. I listened as General Stanton left, his bellowing voice full of laughs as he said 'thank you' and 'good man!' to John. I giggled with glee, still buzzing from my wonderful afternoon, while thinking of John silently cursing the knavish General. The front and lobby doors closed, and John hurried back to me. He discovered me hiding my teary eyes in my hands, sobbing quietly. "Miss, are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?" I felt his strong arm move lightly across my shoulders. "You heard all! You know what he did!" I sobbed and turned to him, pressing myself against his muscular body. "Oh, Miss! Your choker! Your dress! His spunk is everywhere!" His hands were on my shoulders, fighting the urge to push me back. He was no doubt more worried about his own clothing, it being his duty to keep it laundered and clean. "He was a brute!" I whined girlishly, pouting my bottom lip. I sobbed again and pressed fully to him. My breasts, awash with the slippery sperm of a General, squeezed between us. I felt his hardness against my belly. "I was made to serve him, just as I willingly serve you. Oh, John! If only he had not come!" As I said 'come' I withdrew my hands from my face and slipped my arms over his shoulders. Holding my hips he squirmed in an effort to save himself from the creaminess on my skin. "If only it had been just you and I. I would have sucked your handsome cock instead of his horrid one." The rampant thing throbbed against my soft tummy. I cared not that he would have heard my flirting, my desire to taste and experience, my orgasm as I sucked General Stanton's marvellous prick. It mattered not that he would know my deception. I was the Lady of the House, and he was a mere butler; it was not his place to comment. "Oh, John! He fucked my mouth! Can you imagine!" I said breathlessly as I nuzzled my nose into his neck. Dropping an arm from about his shoulder I moved my hand between his legs and rubbed his stiff cock as my hips swayed and rocked. My lips touched his neck. My breath panted hot upon his skin. "He called me a perfect little whore. You heard his awful words. His cock was so big! Nearly as big as yours! Oh, John, what am I to do?" I sobbed more. John stuttered; not knowing what even he should do. Certainly he had no hope of controlling a young girl, privileged in every way, blossoming into a sexual being, and revelling in her excesses. Suddenly I stopped, unwound my arm from around his neck and stepped back. John had love for me in his eyes, a familiar and appreciated sight. His fine livery glistened with transferred come. "I must freshen myself and change my clothes," I announced. I made to step past him, but paused for a moment and looked thoughtful. I looked squarely up at him. "Thank you, John. You are wonderful," I said and rushed away as though embarrassed by my behaviour. I skipped up the wide curve of the staircase and along to my chambers, only bursting into a fit of little giggles once I had secured the door and thrown myself to my luxuriant fur rug. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 03 In the weeks since my return from France I had noticed much excitement in my friends and their families. My visits elicited subtle questioning on the subject of my journey into womanhood, and cryptic asides concerning their own future involvement in it. I felt plans were being concocted around me. There were many smiles and giggles and equivocal remarks as sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers, spoke of their conquests and indirectly hinted at their wish to know of my own. I, of course, refused to play the game by their rules. I remained coy, declining either to confirm or deny their suspicions. I got the distinct impression from my closest friend Charlotte and her mother that General Stanton had since spent an intimate afternoon with the two ladies in which he was less reticent than myself. Tongues could wag as well as lick. Even the servants and maids had knowing looks for me when they passed within my eye line. It was all very conspiratorial, and I left feeling a mystery would soon reveal itself to me. I chose not to ask of it, instead deciding it more fun to wait until I was drawn into whatever game was being played in the society houses. A week had gone by and John had ensnared Kitty many times in his arms. He played his part perfectly, managing to coax ever more daring clinches from her. He had begun with words, and coached by me he had told her the things a girl enjoys hearing most. I in turn had prised their encounters from her as she bathed me, dressed me, or sat with me some evenings. John was the perfect gentleman. Gone was the worry of his crude advances and rough attempts to have her, replaced now by her excitement in his company. She told of sweet kisses from soft lips, of a man so evidently brought to a state of erect arousal by her who would rather talk of her loveliness than take her hand and press it between his thighs. He was such the gentleman that Kitty was beginning to become frustrated. She was longing for more. Normally shy she would not dream of running her hand down a man's chest to his hardened cock, yet this she did on ever more oft occasions. Poor John, I knew only too well how he desired her, how he fought with all his strength the urge to tear off her dress and thrust his weapon into her belly. And Kitty too, how she would love that now! She was perfectly ready to be 'tipped'. I however was having too much fun teasing the pair to let them fully find each other just yet. I continued to advise John not to give in to his urges, to keep bewitching her with the words I gave him. To kiss her softly then passionately, but to pull back when she raised to a particular heat. I crafted him into Prince Charming for my little Princess. To her I told the opposite. I told her what men want and how to perform for them, and that girls who do not submit to the desires of men end life without experience or happiness or companionship. I nurtured the concupiscent appetites she hid beneath her shyness and encouraged her to follow my lead and look to me as her guide on this new and exciting merry-go-round. I conditioned her also to believe fidelity was a mere invention of the church, and that she would have true spiritual and sexual fulfilment by serving many lovers. This would serve me in the coming future, for I had further plans for my handmaid that precluded her monogamy to John. From my frequent visits to my close friends, as well as to the homes of members of the court, Lords and politicians, and aristocratic ladies and gents, I had discovered alternative codes of dress for some of those who served them. It was not that I had as yet failed to notice this striking difference, but rather that a hidden facet of society life was being by degrees revealed to me. I felt I was being tested, had already been tested by General Stanton, and my reactions were being gauged. Increasingly a very different world was opening up to me. In some of the houses where the children were either grown up or permanently boarding, the serving girls wore outfits and uniforms which left little to the imagination. Just one or two at first, but the more I admired and the more I questioned where I might too obtain such provocative couture for my own staff, the freer they felt to unveil this daring and exciting side to life. Skimpy French maids outfits, silky black with frilly white trimmings short enough to show the girl's knickers at only a slight forward bend seemed to be the most preferred. Their long and shapely legs were often encased in stockings, sometimes black, sometimes white, sheered with the complete range of deniers. The girls were exceptionally desirable, their hips swayed suggestively as they walked, drawing the eye to the stimulating swishing of their indecently short skirt frills. I found myself increasingly attracted to many of them and had no doubt the men of the house enjoyed them at their leisure. I was told of several outlets in town to have them made, but I decided first to visit my friend Madame Belvaux, taking with me one of Kitty's fitted dresses. The Monsieur was excited and happy to see me as ever. He showed me many new things he had made specially for me. I bought them all and told him to continue his endeavours. I very much liked him, and his wife. They were very kind, and I did so enjoy their respectful but naughty flirting and let them feel and touch all they wanted as I was undressed, measured and fitted. I explained how I wished my maid to dress. Monsieur Belvaux, it seemed, secretly stocked a variety of merchandise perfect for girls in service. I ordered much, and left Kitty's dress with them to alter the items specifically for her. It, apparently, would not take long, but I chose not to stay. I arranged for them to be picked up later that afternoon. Before I left Madam Belvaux apprised me on the progress of my wedding dress and other trousseau. I was told it was all wonderfully sensational and perfectly on schedule. I merely nodded and thanked them. They did not need to assuage me, I trusted them implicitly. One other thing Monsieur Belvaux said to me had excited my curiosity; he had something special for me; a new outfit he had been working on in his spare time for the last few weeks. As he spoke of it, and of me, he flattered me as though I were a Princess. I soaked up his every word, kissed his cheek, and told him I would look forward to its completion with great anticipation. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "A package for you, Miss." I turned my head to see John holding in both arms the Belvaux Boutique parcel. John wouldn't know it's origin; it was outwardly plain, but I recognised its crafting. His eyes were roving up and down my legs as I lay outstretched on a chaise longue in the gazebo, enjoying the summer air and the flourishing garden. I turned back to my book, ignoring him for the moment and allowing him to look me over as I finished my paragraph. I wore one of the Boutiques naughty summer dresses; so short it barely hid what lay beneath, and had I not been wearing panties I would surely have revealed my most precious treasure. With one leg straight and the other knee raised my lascivious retainer had the perfect view of legs and inner thigh, although I had been at care enough when I'd lain down to conceal the evocative little triangle of lace that hugged my pussy beneath the delicate folds of my dress. It wrapped my torso and showed much cleavage and would thrill God himself should he choose to look down upon me. Turning to John again I noted his expression of desire. I instructed him to place the package beside my bed and return to me. Even before I could finish the page he was back and instantly caught again in my thrall. I put down my book and motioned him closer. "Thank you, John. Now, tell me of your attempts to woo Kitty. Has she yet reached sufficient heat to allow your darling cock inside her?" I spoke crudely; time was fast approaching when all subtleties and pretence would be abandoned. I made show of my glance at his tight trousers. "Yes, Miss. I'm sure she has. I can barely control her anymore!" The poor fellow looked at his wits end. I laughed cheerfully at him and drew one, then the other leg from the length of the chaise longue and sat facing him with my legs together as one might sit when riding side saddle. I noted with pleasure the desirous flames in his eyes as they gazed at my thighs and moved up my body to rove over my breasts. He looked down again at my thighs. My knees were together, but I cared not whether my panties were on show to him. I reached my hand and brushed my fingers over the expanding bulge in his tight, black and gold trimmed trousers. "I'm far from surprised; I can barely control myself either," I said with a giggle and a squeeze of his lovely prick. "Does she squeeze it as I do?" I asked, and popped open his top button. "She does, Miss. Proper grabs it she does! I'm having a trouble keeping her still now. But I do as you say to, Miss, always." I did just as he said Kitty had and grabbed it somewhat artlessly. A moment later, and with the aid of my other hand, I caressed its length in a subtler, more erotic way. Then another button fell to my attack. "When you kiss does she gasp and groan and rub her little belly against your hard cock?" I giggled more. "Oh god, yes! She does," he groaned. His own hips had begun to push ever so slightly against my hands. I opened the rest of his buttons and sharply tugged open his britches. His fearsome instrument fairly launched itself at me and bounced once, twice. I put my finger to the tip and slowly pushed it downwards. "If I'd let her I know she'd lift her dress and drop her knickers and have me fill her with it! Oh god, I want to, Miss!" His eyes looked down at me with fiery passion. I let my finger slip from the head of his cock. It raced back up and bounced obscenely hither and thither. I tickled his shaft with my dainty fingertips and lightly scraped it with my manicured fingernails. "Does she ask to see it again? Does she say this time she will make no fuss? She will obey your every command?" I asked. I did not look up at him, not wanting him to avert his eyes from wherever they chose to glance. Instead I gently palpated his prick, using both hands to slowly stroke it into a heightened state of agitation. "Yes, Miss! She almost begs for it. Says she'll let me. Says I can do anything I want. I want to, so much, but I do as you tell me, Miss." Twice now in as many minutes he had intimated I was all that was holding back a perfect new love. I sensed from his words a battle in him, one that needed to be rewarded with a victory now and again, and if I continued to deny him much longer he may ultimately disobey me with her. The poor fellow was overwrought, and there was only so far I could take it before he began to resent me, and that just would not do. He had two young girls constantly teasing him, one endlessly throwing herself at him and the other exercising her power to deny him either of them. Sucking his cock until his come flowed when the whim took me was no longer enough to cage his lust, and I had purposely not done even that for him in many days. When I glanced up I saw more than plain desire in his eyes; I saw a fight of Nature and carnality against loyalty and morality. He quickly closed his eyes, lifting his head up straight. I smiled to myself. The man in him was screaming from his every nerve to lift me, turn me, push me over the arm of the lounger, rip my panties off and fuck me. I'm sure he thought me sorely in need of a lesson he would gladly teach. But the butler and serf in him fought tooth and nail to hold back those instinctual screams. I chuckled to myself. He no doubt thought he would enjoy again his Mistress's mouth upon it, but instead he would endure the disappointment of denial, for I gradually lessened my grip, and elevated his frustration. I teased him with the gentlest of touches, tickling little caresses of my fingertips. His hips moved with a will of their own, attempting to force the great, rampant beast into my hands or even my mouth. "Tell me your true feelings for her?" I asked, and gently blew warm breath onto the shining head of his prick. "I love her, Miss!" he blurted out. "I love her same as I love you! "You want to care for her, as you do for me?" "Yes. I want to protect her too. Both of you, together like." "You would like to have us both?" "Yes, Miss! Oh, I would do whatever the both of you wanted, always!" I smiled. The fact that I had not touched his cock for several moments seemed to go unnoticed, for still he motioned his hips in that deliciously lewd manner, his eyes tightly closed, seeking release of his copious spurts. From the little slit in the end a dew drop of his nectar had welled up; a sticky treat for me to suckle. I put my fingertip to it and pressed down again, bending his great curve downwards. "Do not worry, John," I said softly. "you have been perfect." His eyes opened, and for a moment he seemed somewhat embarrassed. "I've heard many things from Kitty too, as I'm sure you know, and I am sure she too is now very much in love." His eyes widened. "Really, Miss? Oh, but that's wonderful! Truly!" His elation was conveyed to me and quickly I stood up to hug him, only releasing his cock at the very last moment. Even as I went up on my tiptoes, even as my arms went around his neck, as my lips pressed their little congratulatory kiss to his cheek, his powerful staff found its way between my thighs. It pressed up against my wet little pussy, conveying its carnal desires to me through my delicate panties. My thighs squeezed around it. We both felt it; that unstoppable force of Nature. I wiggled my hips ever so slightly, but when I realized John had frozen still I did the same too, and for a moment we both held there, as though caught in a situation both of us wanted but neither of us expected would ever happen. "Tonight, my dear John," I whispered into his ear. "You shall have that which you love." Another little kiss and I slid myself off his wonderful staff. It sprang upwards again once released from its flesh prison and I turned on the spot and bent over at the waist to pick up my book, orchestrating my body in such a way that as my short little dress skirt lifted to reveal my naked bottom it pressed slightly to the great arcing curve of the underside of his cock. I noted with delight that his hips pushed forward in equal measure. Quickly I stood up with a gasp and widened eyes, spinning to him once more as I clutched my book to my breasts. I giggled and looked down. "You shall have to save that for tonight," I said with a flirty smile, and as I started away I playfully slapped his cock, turning once to wink at him as I quickly tiptoed barefoot towards the house. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I found Kitty in my bedchamber, pressing and hanging clothes, and folding and storing the more delicate items. While she busied herself I rang for some iced tea and finished reading the chapter I was on. I had decided upon tonight for our deflowering, and that Kitty would herself ask me to join. "Miss Laura?" a voice chirped from inside the room. "Yes, Kitty?" I replied, turning away from my book to look out over the stone parapet at the tops of the trees in the lower part of the garden, languidly swaying to and fro in a gentle breeze as though engaged in separate dances of the same encompassing song. "You've a parcel here." She peered round the edge of the door, then stepped out onto the balcony and walked towards me. I left her standing in expectant silence a moment as I watched two large birds settle on the same branch. It dipped under their combined weight until the pair were forced to take to the air once more to seek independent roosts. I turned to Kitty and instantly as I did she turned her head to look through the open doors, as though I needed assistance in locating my bedside. I smiled. She turned back to me, a look of suspense glittering in her large, dark eyes. "The depth of your perception never ceases to amaze me, Kitty." She looked momentarily puzzled, then tilting her head slightly to one side looked thoughtfully up into the sky, as though providence might bestow understanding upon her, and with a lovely cheerful smile she looked back at me and said, "thank you, Miss!" I chuckled. Kitty laughed too. "You are a silly girl, Kitty," I playfully chided and swung my legs from the lounger. "But I shouldn't ever like to be without you." "Me neither, Miss. Without you I mean," Kitty said as she followed me back towards the doors to my chambers. At the door I stopped and turned to her. "The parcel is for you," I said candidly. Her large eyes widened even more, glittering with renewed sparkle. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as her hands lifted to them. I thought her perhaps lost for words; certainly an event of some rare and considerable note, but then she began to stutter and stumble over her words. "A..? For..? For me? A parcel? What is it? What is it?" I wondered if she might have decided to go for a little jog around the balcony, for her feet hopped beneath her, first one, then the other as she tottered from foot to foot. I smiled with a little shake of my head and turned into my bedchamber. Kitty followed closely behind. As I sat on the edge of my bed she stood on tenterhooks, looking back and forth from me to the package. "Well open it then, dear girl. It is for you, after all," I laughed. As she fairly dived upon it I leant back on to my elbows, lazily swishing my toes in the deep fur of my bedside rug. Kitty lifted the parcel and dumped it unceremoniously on to the bed without pausing to let it settle as she fought with the bindings. I laid back, my head resting on my folded arms and watched her. She was so awfully sweet. In the midst of the great flurry of activity she suddenly stopped, looking down into the torn and shredded packaging, her face caught in a frozen gasp of surprise and delight. Her hands delved inside and slowly from within she withdrew a light pink, almost white, garment, like an excited botanist removing the last living petal from some dying giant, paper flower. "My Lady!" she said slowly and breathlessly, holding aloft the hand-crafted French maid's outfit. Kitty almost never addressed me as 'my Lady', and I think should I require her to do so she would most likely find the transition difficult. It mattered not, because Kitty had found her way into my heart when we were little girls, and although she was wonderfully imperfect, she was also perfectly wonderful, and I afforded her many familiarities and freedoms. I leant back up onto my elbows. "It's beautiful!" she said slowly, holding it to her body. I watched her quickly flit to the mirrored room where my clothes were kept. She disappeared inside. I heard much squealing, giggling, gasping and purring. A moment later she was back. Still clutching the dress, as though afraid I might change my mind and take it from her, she delved her nose into the parcel again to rummage for treasure. "Kitty," I said calmly, "that one is for special occasions. The black ones are for every day." She poked her nose over the edge of the paper. "You mean, I can wear these? All the time? Instead of my normal ones?" My smile widened as I nodded to each of her questions. She jumped back and dived to her knees, holding my own as she laid her cheek to my leg. "Thank you, Miss Laura," she said softly. I stroked a hand through her dark curls. She kissed my thigh, then seeming to just realize what was in her hands she gasped, "Oh! My dress!" and jumped up again. Before setting it down beside the open package she twirled around, swishing lacy frills beneath satin silks. Again she investigated her parcel. Stockings of all grades of sheerness were placed on the bed, along with wrist-cuffs and neck-collars, thigh and arm garters, chokers, maids hats, high heeled shoes, and several pristine black and white French maids outfits. All were designed and made by the Belvaux's to the effect of raising the temperatures of the men, and some of the women, who saw the beautiful and alluring young girl wearing them. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 03 "What about the white one, Miss?" she asked, lifting it from the packaging. "Is this special too?" "That one is very special," I told her. "Now go quickly and hang it in the corner of my dressing room." I said no more on the matter, and Kitty seemed too distracted by her own excitement to question me. She couldn't wait to wear the dresses, but I told her she would have to. She pouted, but ever trusting of my motives and judgements she relented and brightened once more. I told her to put everything away in my dressing room and found her space enough in the same corner to hang and hide her pretty things. Understandably, she wanted to show herself off to John, reasoning he would surely put her on his feverish cock once he saw her dressed so provocatively. I agreed, ambiguously alluding to the speeding of events to their ultimate climax. Kitty was perfectly happy, as was I. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Evening was approaching. Behind the rowans and the large oaks and horse chestnuts at the western end of the garden the sun was gradually sinking. Its bright, warm light was diffusing into deep, luxurious orange-reds, colouring the undersides of sparse strands of thinning clouds that seemed drawn to their oblivion by the weight of the dying sun. "Kitty, be a dear and run a bath," I said and took to my book again. "Yes, Miss," Kitty purred and skipped off to my bathing room. Moments later I heard the flourish of water falling from the taps. I thought, too, I could hear singing. "Miss Laura?" I looked up. In the doorway to the bathroom stood Kitty, clouded in steam, holding a sponge in one hand and bottled soap in the other. Her delicate little chemise, wet in places and sticking to her skin, looked as though the steam had collected around her body to form pretty patterns. We exchanged knowing looks and giggled laughs. After disappearing briefly to put the soap and sponge down Kitty reappeared and padded across the thick carpet to me and unlaced the bow and the ties at my back. The short, slim summer dress slipped down my body and pooled at my feet. I stepped from it, turning to her. Kitty knelt, picked up my dress and momentarily draped it over her shoulder, then slid her hands up my thighs to my hips. Hooking her fingers into the elastic of my panties she slowly slid them down. I lifted each foot in turn as she freed me of the scanty white chiffon. She stood and brought up her hand, gently holding my panties between her teeth as she slid her hands onto my shoulders and around my neck. Our eyes held the others for the brief moment she unclasped my choker. Finally, I felt truly naked. I could wear nothing but a choker and feel at my ease, yet dressed in the most complicated of gowns with nothing strapped around my neck I would feel I was baring all. Kitty folded the dress. She looked down at herself, then at me, and for a moment I thought she was going hold her arm out, as though expecting me to hold my dress while she took off her chemise, but then she opened her mouth and caught the panties, then dashed quickly to the laundry room. "Come, Kitty," said I. "Yes, Miss," came her reply. I heard her fussing with hampers a moment more, then she reappeared, removing her own choker. Crossing her arms she held the wispy hem of her chemise and pulled it up and off over her head in one fluid motion. She looked this way and that, back into the hamper room, gave a little shrug and tossed the items a short way into the room, showing her clothes none of the respect with which she treated my own. Perhaps she failed to realize that all our garments had ultimately been purchased from the same purse. She shut the door with a smile then took my outstretched hand and together we walked to the bathing room. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I have always enjoyed the closeness of other girls. Men I find fascinating, thrilling, powerful, magnetic, they invoke within me the strongest of emotions, and even though they still frighten me somewhat, I am very eager to discover all I can about them, and all they can do for me. Girls are by nature a diametric opposite. They comfort me by their familiarity and I feel safe in their company. I would hope I do not yet know even half the delights we can share with one another, but already I know of many wonderful ways to thrill another young girl. Kitty was perfect fun for me. She loved me, not just by her sense of duty, but with her heart. I was the big sister she never had and she would always do all to serve and please me. Already she knew many of my secrets, things that could embarrass father. Certainly things she would have no independent proof of, but tales which none the less would cause a stir in Whitehall should she ever be persuaded to betray me. My trust in her never wavered, and it meant everything to her that I kept her so closely in my confidence. It is not the case that she lacks the where-with-all to play and win a game of blackmail for she is of adequate intelligence, but there are those who are born to lead and those born to serve, and Kitty is at one with the world when she knows what she must do and when it must be done to best please her mistress. For my own part I do gain a certain sense of serenity from the evident happiness of my handmaid, and she knows she always has a place at my heel. Once inside Kitty padded across the tiles to the edge of the bath. It was a large oval, half sunk into the floor, comprising a bath within a bath. The water swirled around the tub from grilled holes on the sides and continually overflowed into the thin gap between the inner and outer sections to be, I assumed, filtered and cycled round in some particularly ingenious way. I had never given it much thought, and currently I had a more sublime subject on my mind. Watching Kitty sat demurely upon the edge, swirling her fingers in the sudsy water, I considered how pretty she was, a delight to behold, it was no wonder she had often been the next target of their attentions once I had successfully denied gentleman callers access to my charms. Half a dozen times I stayed my laughter while John coughed loudly and reminded the Sirs of their awaiting carriages as they helped themselves to treats. I knew of John's prowess and had no doubt he would gladly step in and bash those gentlemen on the chin for pawing poor, startled Kitty in such roguish ways. There were occasions I would have quite liked to dismiss John and allow those so called Honourable Gentlemen to have their wicked way with her. But I could not do that to Kitty, I was too fond of her and I simply would not enjoy her tears. There are other serving girls and itinerant maids currently in our employ who I would gain far more enjoyment from seeing in similar situations. "It's lovely, Miss," Kitty purred. I smiled and sighed and as she busied herself fetching and carrying soaps and creams and lotions and razors and towelettes from mirrored cupboards I tiptoed to the bathtub. "It does indeed look lovely," I said as I leant on the outer wall and swished my fingertips through the scented water. "Enough fuss, Kitty. Come and join me." I stepped over the little wall and onto the side bench then down into the middle. Sitting fully in the tub, in the centre or at either end of the oval, the water was deep enough to cover my shoulders, but around the bowed sides the step seat brought the water level to just beneath my breasts. I sat in the middle and tilted my head back, fully wetting my long and luxuriant black hair. I emerged with my hands pressed to my forehead and drew them back through my thick locks as I watched Kitty hop in and splash somewhat gracelessly beneath the water. She too emerged with hands poised to squeeze the water from her hair, but instead screwed her nose up and spluttered and rubbed her eyes. I laughed and moved forward and straddled her thighs. "Silly Kitty," I laughed and took a hand towel from the edge wall to dab her eyes with. Her recovery was quick, and I sat upon the side seat, watching as she splished and splashed and twice checked the items she had placed out, moving this bottle here and that one over there. I laid my head back on a sponge and enjoyed the swirling of the water around me. "Shall I wash you, Miss?" she suddenly asked as her fastidious hands reached for a sponge. I merely smiled and nodded, denying my eyes the urge to roll. If ever there was a question too unnecessary to ask, a statement superfluous to any form of benefit it was Kitty's wont to ask or utter it. The trait did not exacerbate me in the slightest, actually I thought it one of her endearing qualities. Quickly, she stood, sudsy water cascaded down her body, dripping from a dozen places as she lathered soap into the sponge. I took her offered hand and stood too, and moved this way and that as required while she rubbed and smoothed the wonderfully slippery and soapy sponge everywhere over my firm, taut skin. "Miss Laura," she said softly, looking into my eyes. My body felt deliciously slippery from the covering of rich lather. "Yes, dear?" I said and took the sponge from her. "Thank you for my dresses." "You did thank me already, Kitty. But you're welcome all the same. They're a gift to you because I love you." "Oh Miss! I love you too!" Suddenly Kitty fairly pounced upon me. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as her wet cheek slid to and held against mine. Her big, firm breasts pressed to my smaller more pert ones. My hands went to her hips, then around to the small of her back and our legs began to entwine, thigh to thigh. "Oh!" she softly gasped at my ear and made to disentangle from me. For a moment I would not let her, instead sliding a hand down to her plump, round bottom then around to her side. We looked into each others eyes and kissed. The velvet press of her lips sent shivers through my body. I murmured a sigh of pleasure and opened her mouth with my own. Her curious tongue sought mine even before I had chance to go in search of hers. It licked with little swishes, accompanied by the slight swaying and undulating of her hips. We kissed for moments more, until I pulled back and playfully batted her nose with the sponge. I giggled. Kitty looked momentarily wide eyed and open mouthed, a little blob of creamy soap on the tip of her nose. She blinked. I laughed and she giggled as she rubbed it with her hand. Sparking rushes of excitement in my handmaid had long been a favoured sport of mine and, as I squeezed the sponge to drop big splodges and globules of soap onto first her shoulders and breasts and then my own, I listened to her talk in the short, garrulous bursts idiosyncratic to her relaxed yet excited mood. "They're so pretty!" she was enthusiastically effusing. "So.. oh, but so naughty! Not like the other girls at all, all conservative like. They're dresses like yours, Miss." Our hands slid over one another, the sponge floated, half sunk, in the water. "Oooh! Just think, won't John be surprised when he sees me!" I was about to answer what ought to have been a question, but she barely paused for breath. "Oh, but I don't think I should be able to fend them off like you can. The men I mean. Why! It's like I won't be wearing anything at all! Well, no I don't mean that. I mean the way they'll show my legs off and my body. They'll know every curve of me just by looking!" I smiled. Even as she spoke of her curves her hands were sensuously sliding over mine. At that moment I was particularly enjoying the feel of her ample breasts in my hands, slipping and sliding, her firm nipples aroused to their full extent. But she suddenly dropped to her knees as her hands circled my thighs and slid down and up. "And now my bust will be right open just like yours for them to gloat over, too," she continued. "It's no wonder you get Lord Dashwood's friends so hot 'n bothered every time they come round. Is that why that General got hold of you the other day, Miss?" "Kitty!" I exclaimed in mock surprise as I looked down at her. Instantly, she stopped moving. I chuckled inside at her sudden look of guilt and the immediate way she curtailed her tongue. "So, John has been telling tales of my unfortunate dealings with that loathsome cad, has he?" I kept a suitably ruffled look at the injustice perpetrated upon me by my own staff. In truth it amused me to be the subject of their lurid gossiping, and hoped John might even have used such stories as a spur to invoke the heat of my handmaid. It also entertained me at times to steer her so quickly from happiness into contrition by the pretence of my displeasure with her. "Oh! But, Miss, I..we," she stumbled over her words for a delicious moment as I looked down at her then she took a deep breath, cast her eyes down and apologised. "Dear Kitty," I sighed, "what ever am I to do with you?" It clearly was a rhetorical question, yet one she felt need to answer all the same, and with the most fatuous reply possible. "Don't know, Miss." "Well, perhaps I should overlook it for now?" I offered. Kitty looked up, all smiles once more. I expected another inane response, but in a rare show of tact and insight she remained silent and instead gifted me a smile which I felt sure she had used to disarm me on occasions when I truly had been annoyed with her. As she bounced up to her feet again in a great splash I made note to watch this little fox closer in future, for she had a sly side to her which belied her uncomplicated exterior. I laughed pleasantly and caressed her face. She immediately fell back into her ease. As though a sudden profound realization occurred to her she blurted out in a gasp, "what about Lord Dashwood?" and looked expectantly at me. "What about him?" "He already wants to tumble me! He kisses and feels me same as he does you, and it's only your words that have kept him from doing more." "Do you not want him to do more?" "Oh, yes, Miss! He's ever so handsome. But I wouldn't want to do anything that would upset you or cause trouble." "I know, Little Puss. But there'll be no trouble; father is single again and you are now of age." I slid my hand between her glistening breasts and down her sudsy belly. "We are all good subjects of Lord Dashwood. And we must all do our best to please him." My hand slid between her legs, fingers between her wet folds. Her eyes closed a little and she purred, "Yes, Miss." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Kitty, open a window," I said and stepped from the bath. The water was warm and the air of the room hot. I sought the coolness of the early evening air. As Kitty fiddled with latches I padded to the mirrored wall and pressed my back against it to cool off. They were too steamed over to properly appreciate myself, so instead I drew a little stick figure of Kitty with big breasts and an arrow through her head, her arms waving about hysterically. As I was busying myself by drawing hearts all around her Kitty tiptoed up, scratching her head in a manner not unlike someone who had just removed a stray arrow from it. "Is that me?" she gasped, all play-shocked. Cool air followed behind her, refreshing my skin. "Well, it must be you, look how big her tits are!" I laughed and squeezed her full breasts in both hands. Since receiving them from God I have often thought that were Kitty not so light in the head she would surely topple over from the weight of them. The good Lord had a pleasing way of evening things out. My own bust was smaller, a 36 C-cup fitting, but no less pretty. In fact, mine were a little rounder, higher and kept a pertness to them which was the envy of some and a catalyst to lust for others. I was perfectly delighted with the way the Gods had sculpted me, and eternally thankful to Aphrodite for whispering my curvatures into the clay moulders ear. Moving slowly I pressed my body to hers, our firm breasts squeezing deliciously together, nipple onto nipple, slipping and sliding in ways so sensuous delerium could not be far from our grasp. We shared our softnesses with one another and made no disguise of the sighs and murmurs our love urged us to affect. I kissed her pretty red lips then slid myself around her until my lower belly nestled against the top of her plump little bottom. We were a perfect fit for one another. Cupping her breasts sensually I told her to draw a pair of lips. "Now draw John's cock," I told her. Kitty purred a little as she giggled. "I only saw it the once, Miss," she said. "Yes, but I'm very sure you remember it by heart. Now, Kitten," I cooed into her ear, "draw it for me, in all its glory." Kitty put her finger to the glass and drew a not too dissimilar representation of his big curved weapon. I wondered if perhaps neither had been completely honest with me and John had again displayed his staff for her. "Is it as big as that?" I asked. "Oh no, Miss, not that big! But pretty big it is!" She quivered ever so slightly against me. "You know what it did to me when he showed it. When I was rubbing it in his trousers it felt just right. But when he got it out it was so big, and mean looking! I went ever so scared when I saw it! Thinking of what it would do to me!" Behind her I giggled into her ear. She chuckled too, perhaps at her own folly, perhaps at her obscene artwork. "Draw some more lips," I told her softly. "Draw your lips on it." I would not say where, I wanted to see where she would put them. With a smile I watched as her finger went to the tip of his cock and pictured her lips kissing it. "I feel left out now," I said in a pouty voice. "Draw my lips too." Again I left the placement to her, and again she made me smile as she put my lips half across her own, kissing both his cock and her lips. I feigned my surprise at her choice. "Oh my! It looks like both of us are kissing John's cock! I think he would like that very much; us two girls kissing him like that, do you not?" I had not the heart to tell her I had kissed and sucked it several times these last weeks. "Yes, Miss. I'm sure he would!" We giggled girlishly, taking fun at our naughtiness. I uncoupled my body from hers enough to slide around her and as I placed my back to the mirrored wall again I drew her to me, making sure not to obscure the provocative obscenities her imagination had conveyed to her finger. "Let us practise your techniques," I suggested. "You will be John and I shall be you. Kiss me like he kisses you, and I will kiss you as you should him." As the steam dried and softened our skin we held one another and kissed. Her hands held gently to my waist as mine lay upon her hips. Each with our weight on one straightened leg, the other bent a little and inner thigh rubbed inner thigh as stiffened nipples touched and pressed, gently smoothing together as soft, feminine purrs pervaded the room. It was most wonderful, and I had no inclination to desist from our enjoyment but as ever my little Kitty had once again become sidetracked. I endured her loveliness for many more extended moments before pulling back and looking into her dreamy eyes. She smiled. Not one of her clever smiles I feel sure she knows to use when I should be cross with her, but one of her darling smiles, pretty and natural. She was pure sweetness and light. "My dear Little Puss," I said with a smile of my own as I brushed the hair from her eyes, only for it to swish back into the exact same place. "I have not myself been kissed by my handsome butler but I'm as sure as it's possible to be that he does not kiss quite like that!" Kitty giggled, her hand to her mouth as her shoulders hunched up and back down. "Sorry, Miss," she chuckled. "It's just I do so love to kiss you. You're so beautiful and soft, and your skin is so nice next to mine. John's nice but his lips ain't so soft like yours and he ain't gentle like you are." A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 03 I sensed if left unchecked another needless ramble was unduly marching forth into the conversation so I hushed her lips with my own, pressing softly upon them. I had but a fraction of a second to anticipate her response, and as predicted she kissed me back with her usual sensuous fervour. I didn't let her kiss me for long but instead pulled back and waited for her to catch up. Her confusion was fleeting, and she blushed and laughed in equal measures. "He doesn't kiss the same now as he did then, Miss," she said, tilting her head to one side slightly. Righting it again she continued to explain. "It's better now; he kisses like he cares for me. Before he was rough and forceful, but now he's kind." "Show me," I said. "Kiss me first as he was, then kiss me as he is." Kitty hesitated a little. I knew her fear. "Don't worry my dear. Are you not my very own Kitten? Do I not share with you all my secrets?" My assurances brought little nods of her head. "If your fellow was rough with you, then to show me you must be rough also with me." Boundaries were a fundamental and essential part of the class system, and Kitty well knew her place. In formal circumstances she would not dream of showing the slightest disrespect to her betters and the thought of manhandling a Lady would be as abhorrent to her as the murder of a commoner. But Kitty had been my maid servant ever since both of us could remember. She was the daughter of another young maid, no longer in our employ, and although she would never broach the subject to me I often wondered if she, like myself, ever considered we may very likely share the same father. In many ways we were of exceptionally similar appearance and had she received an education comparable to my own she could no doubt be passed off as a Lady to each and every squire and suitor who sought to place a band of gold upon the finger of a beautiful and perfect young woman. However, it mattered not, for Kitty was my servant, and although I cared greatly for her she was by no means irreplaceable. I awaited her assault. I did not wait long. Before her hands took me she bowed slightly, curtseying with her legs, then a moment later I was pushed against the mirrored wall. Regardless how dim and scattered she usually appeared there was an underlying level of intellect within her, and Kitty was well attuned to my moods. She could often perceive within my eyes and voice and mannerisms when my words meant for games to be played, or when those same words meant for her to beware of traps, a trait I found both admirable and annoying in equal measure. I could not help but laugh as Kitty put on a gruff voice to imitate that of my butler. "Grrr Kitty!" she growled as her right hand slid around to squeeze my defenceless bottom while her left did the same to my breast. "You're so fucking beautiful!" she continued. I squealed and held my hands up to my sides, arching my back out from the mirrored wall. "You and the pretty Lady-Miss. Both gorgeous little girls. If I can't have her I'll just have you. Kiss me, wench!" With that her lips pressed fiercely to mine, forcing them open with her tongue. It swirled around mine with none of the finesse of her usual kisses as her hands squeezed at my breast and bottom. "Kitty, I want you so much! I wanna finger you 'n fuck you!" she growled. As she spoke words so uncommon to herself she lilted her head this way and that, in a manner which John never did, but I assumed Kitty had to accentuate in some generic way the male persona she was adopting. Suiting action to her words she slid her hand around and pushed it up between my legs. I wriggled and squealed as I imagined she had done, yet contrived to let my legs open enough for her fingers to indeed find their target. Her tongue insinuated itself once more between my lips. I kissed back as though I were she, murmuring "Oh John!" in a breathless pant. A moment later she grabbed my wrist with her other hand and pressed it between her own legs. "Feel my cock, girl. Feel how hard you make it. Open your legs 'n I'll put it right up you," she growled as she pressed my hand to her pussy. I wriggled my fingers and stroked as I am sure she had. It must have been very much like the scene which played out beneath the stairs for Kitty burst out laughing and hugged me as herself again. We were both heightened in our excitement and giggled for very long moments. I took her hands in mine, and we kissed softly, girls once more. "Oh my! What a fellow he is!" I gasped in pretend shock. "It is no wonder you ran from him that time, my sweet." "I know, Miss. And what with him getting his big cock out and everything! I did get scared looking at it." "But now he is... different?" I asked. "Yes, Miss. very much so. Now he's gentle and kind. And his kisses are loving and passionate." Her eyes went a little dreamy, very sweetly I thought. "What brought on such a change, I wonder?" Kitty laughed. I widened my eyes and looked ever the innocent. "You did, Miss!" she said with equally widening eyes and uncontrollable smiles. We laughed together. "You're perfect, Miss. Men love you and obey you. I know it's only you who could change a man like that, and I don't care how you did it, I just love that you did." She kissed me softly. I kissed her back. Our lips pressed and slid as our tongues sensuously enswirled together like erotic dancers in a sensual ballet. When she looked into my eyes again I softly asked her, "is that how he kisses now?" Kitty smiled. "Not quite like that, Miss. Not sure I could kiss just like he does. I think you'd have to kiss him yourself to know that." Her coquettish smile conveyed her natural sense of naughtiness. "I think I would rather like that," I admitted. "So would I, Miss." We kissed a little more, petting each other with soft caresses before returning to the bathing tub. We sat a while in the water. Kitty washed my hair, shaved my legs and trimmed and shaved my pussy into the evocative little tuft I like to keep on top. She tended likewise to herself then knelt and asked if I would shave her pussy. I, as always, assented; it was one of the few tasks I did not mind performing for her. She jumped up again and sat on the edge of the tub. After lathering her with cream and carefully shaving around the delicate outer lips of her slit I decided to try out on her a look I had recently considered for myself. Kitty watched open mouthed as I shaved her completely hairless. "Miss!" She gasped down at herself after I rinsed her off. "I look like a littlun again!" She hopped out of the bath and dashed to the mirrors. "Oh nonsense, Kitty. With tits like those?" I giggled and stepped out of the bath. Kitty turned back to me. "Well, I suppose so. I just.. do you think John will like it?" "Dear girl," I said, stepping to the shower, "all men will like it!" Then I glanced over my shoulder at her and added, "Well, apart from those whose cocks only attain their full state in the presence of boys," then turned back as I laughed. I turned the shower on and squealed as the cold water splashed from my hands to my breasts. My nipples instantly firmed themselves in defence against this unexpected attack. "Miss Laura!" Kitty gasped and rushed to me. "You shouldn't be testing the water yourself, you should send me in first!" I enjoyed her turn of phrase, thinking it particularly fitting as she put her hands on my shoulders and slipped around me, then hopped fully into the shower between the twin sprinkles of rain and proceeded to squeal louder and for longer than I had. I laughed as I watched her hop from foot to foot, giggling and squealing. It looked more fun than it probably was, but all the same I had an overwhelming urge to experience the same torture as she, so hopped in beside her and shivered and shook, squealed and danced in the same manner. Thankfully, though, I did not endure as much as her, for the water soon began to run warm and then hot, so hot in fact I had need for it to be evened out to a wonderfully refreshing lukewarm. Sometimes I find it tiresome being the daughter of a Parliamentary Lord, always expected to comport myself with a certain public dignity, and find myself in envy of those with a simpler path. Those times are, thankfully, very rare and in the privacy of my own home and the company of my own maid I am free to play as I please, and if I want to giggle and curse and splash and jump and be tickled as much as I tickle and flirt and frolic then I am at my liberty to do so. I had turned my bottom to Kitty but kept my eyes in hers from over my shoulder. She had posed herself likewise and we rubbed our slippery cheeks together as the shower rain cascaded over our lithe young bodies. Giggling each as much as the other we tried to push one another from the optimum spot beneath the two shower heads. Kitty won as oft as I, and it was only a mutual fit of giggles and the subsequent desire to kiss that brought our play to a pause. We embraced and kissed passionately. Her leg slipped between mine as mine did hers, our firmly aroused breasts squeezed together and each rubbed her excited pussy on the others thigh as tongues swirled and lips kissed. We talked of John and of sex, and made mention of the General. I may not have yet seen or experienced the congress of man and woman but I knew the mechanics of the act enough to beguile Kitty with accounts of its sublime pleasure. Sometimes I surprised even myself by my own inventiveness. I tickled Kitty's fresh, bare pussy. Between gasped accounts of what John would no doubt love to do to us both we swapped delicious kisses. Her hand slid from my breast to my pussy and we petted one another into a heightened state of bliss. "Wear your little pink maid's dress tonight, dear Kitten," I breathed against her lips as I slid my finger slowly up inside her. "Oh Miss! his cock will be so hard!" Her finger slid from my clit, replaced by her thumb, down through the curve of my salacious wet slit and up inside me. Her tongue licked across my lips. "It will lead him, as a strong and ferocious hound leads its master. It will chase your pussy and take no denials this time!" I slid index and second fingers inside her, pressing my hand to her clit. She went on tiptoes as she gasped into my mouth. Her eyes closed once more. "I won't deny him! Ever!" Her two fingers slipped in and out again and again. The water rained down on our faces and bodies. We slipped and slid together, tingling and panting, rushing towards our shared zenith. She, as I, was but seconds from orgasm. I chose my moment to perfection. "Oh Kitty! You must tell me all that happens!" I gasped with a hint of sadness in my tone. Her eyes opened sharply. "Miss, please be there! Oh please! Oh, I'm going to come! Oh!" "Me too, Kitten!" Our fingers worked intensely. Our lips touched and brushed as we panted our pleasure into each others mouth. "Please Miss! I know you like him, I know you do! Oh! I'm coming!" "Oh Kitty! Do you want me to love him with you?" "Yes, Miss! Yes! Yes! Oh! Yesssss!" "Ah! Then tonight, oh! Tonight we shall..Yes! Ohhhhhhh!" We shuddered powerfully together, pressing tightly. Fingers slipped from the pulsing squeeze between each others legs to grip and hold one another. Delicious sensations rushed from me to her and back again as we shared in each others orgasm. Our legs felt weak. We hugged and kissed, panting our breath back. Soon our gasps turned to giggles, and we wriggled and laughed as we stroked each others hair and skin. It was more than a little wonderful, more than we had yet done and, although it went unsaid, it left us both wanting more. We washed again, and kissed some more, but our skin was beginning to prune and reluctantly I decided it was time to dry and dress. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 04 After she helped me on with my short white bathrobe I left Kitty to clean the bathing room and returned to my bedchamber. I rang to the kitchens for a scullery maid and ordered a light dinner for eight o'clock. Papa was at an overseas political function and would not be back for several days; he seems to be particularly busy of late, I thought, and I don't see nearly enough of him. At least the knowledge of his absence would keep John at his ease. I strolled out onto the balcony to take in the evening air. Untying my bathrobe I shrugged it from my shoulders and let it slip to the floor. It was the height of summer yet the evening air was refreshingly cool and upon my powdered and pampered skin felt most invigorating. I stretched then leant on the parapet, looking out into the garden. Below, the scurrying of gardeners' apprentices caught my eye. One shirtless young in particular man held my gaze as I watched him sweeping the wooden oval of the musicians' platform. "Mistress!" A sharp whispered gasp sounded behind me. I ignored it. The click-clack of quick little steps sounded; heels on stone. "You couldn't wait then?" I casually asked, eyeing a particularly strong looking lad as he carried a large, cut log on each shoulder. The click-clacks momentarily paused, before a quickened clattering announced the arrival of my handmaid. "Wait for what, Miss?" she asked, dropping down behind me. "Do not fuss, Kitty!" I said as I felt my robe upon my shoulders. "But Miss," she whined as I turned to her. "What if the gardeners were to see you?" I felt like casting the robe over the parapet and awaiting their upward eyes with hands lifted into my hair. Instead I merely smiled. "Then I think they would have much to look at, and to later discuss," I said with a wink. Kitty blushed. I looked her up and down, my robe in one hand and nail basket in the other. "To wear your new special pink dress," I said and took the bathrobe from her. She stood, looking blankly. "You don't usually perform these rituals in your uniform," I clarified. "Oh, I know, Miss, yes, but, I just couldn't wait to wear it. It's so pretty! I'm just so excited about tonight." She rocked her hips this way and that, half-twirling like a child. "Indeed." I sat on a chaise longue, safely hidden once more in my fluffy white bathrobe. Kitty was correct; the dress was pretty, and in it she looked especially sweet and desirable. Its outer layer was very light pink; almost white, and beneath that white lace frills spilled out from every hem. An erotic version of her usual French maids uniform, much smaller and shorter, the skirt more flared and so high upon her thighs it would take only the merest lean forward to display her skimpy knickers to all who watched her. All manner of ribbons, bows and frills added to its effect, and unlike the usual representations its laces were only for show as it had a secret row of little quick-release buttons ensconced beneath the fold on one side. Pink high heels and hold-up stockings with pretty ribbon bows at the back matched the outfit, as well as frilly cuffs on her wrists and garter straps around her upper arms, and just below the dark band of her stocking top she wore a frilly pink and white garter around her left thigh. A special pink choker had been made resembling a cats collar, and along with the frilly maids hat I had also purchased an adorable little pair of fluffy pointed cats ears in matching pink. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders and part way down her back. She looked both daringly erotic and delightfully cute at once, and I knew John would have trouble controlling his cock later that night. Kitty manicured and painted my nails, and pedicured and painted my toes. I had cautioned her not to leave my chambers tonight so as not to spoil John's surprise. She was beside herself with excitement. I had a scullion bring dinner to my rooms and ate on the balcony, allowing Kitty to join me. We ate and drank and together spoke of the fun we were to have that night. Despite all her light-headed clumsiness Kitty could be at times very shrewd, especially when it came to reading my moods and desires, and I could not successfully deny to her my wish to become a woman by the cock of a man I trusted so implicitly as John. She had, apparently, sensed the need in me, and thought it particularly prudent to choose one over whom I exerted such control. Talk of General Stanton's visit had, I assumed, suffered some exaggeration in its retelling, and perhaps had I not let the dastardly rogue wash me with his sperm I might not have escaped with my virginity intact. It bothered me not, for I had long since learned to ignore the incessant gossiping of the lower orders. Kitty, though, not only thought it a perfect solution, but thought it also a plan entirely of her own devising that she and I together sacrifice our girlhood to my dashing butler. I nodded, and congratulated her on her insight whilst retaining an air of reticence. She cheerfully assured me everything would be perfect, and sat smiling like the Cheshire Cat, swinging her feet beneath her chair as she munched a slice of buttered bread. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The evening drew in, lamps and candles were lit and dozens of white and pink roses clustered in vases around my main bedchamber. Petals were scattered upon the bed and rug, and their wonderful summer fragrance pervaded the room. Kitty applied moisturisers and creams, perfected my flowing black hair, powdered and scented us both, then helped me dress. I wore exactly the same as she, only my dress and all of my little ribbons and bows, my diamond jewelled choker and my frills, garters, heels and straps were of pure white. We offered quite a treat for each of the senses. I sent for a servant and minutes later Kitty opened the door after came the little knock. "Come in then," she said with amusement as the little page boy stood transfixed by the sight of her. He stepped inside, only able to draw his gaze from her shining smooth legs and mouth-watering curves when his eye caught movement across the room. "Boy," I said. He stood agog, eyes wide and jaw slack, staring somewhat impertinently at me as I dropped a rose stem into a vase. "Instruct the butler to bring absinth and wine for three. Speak of nothing else. And be quick about it." He remained rooted to the spot, his eyes traversing my every curve and fluttery ribbon and frill. I turned from him to bend and breathe the petal scent of each rose. "You heard the mistress, quickly, quickly! Chop chop!" Kitty shooed him with swishes of her arms. Reluctantly he backed away, turned and scampered off down the hallway to the stairs, his shoes softly thudding in rapid succession on the thick moquette carpeting. I smiled. there would no doubt be much gossiping below stairs tonight, and potent jealousy rife from the lower echelons of servants towards those few above them. "Everything is ready, Miss," Kitty tentatively announced. Her apprehension was as evident as her eagerness. I smiled knowingly and nodded to the balcony, and she flitted across the large circular fur rug in quick little tiptoed steps that turned to rapid click-clacks on the flagstones outside. Leaning on the parapet she looked down and signalled to the quartet. A moment later soft string music filtered up into the room. Kitty returned to my side. All was set. "My Lady?" John spoke from behind the ornate oak door and knocked twice. "Enter," said I. Kitty squeezed my hand. The door slowly opened and a moment later, after picking his tray up from the hall table outside, John walked in. His face was a picture! And it was all I could do not to burst out laughing. A range of expressions alighted upon his features. One first of surprise as his eyes beheld me in wondrous astonishment. Open-mouthed his gaze flicked to Kitty, and up and down his fervid pupils roved as he took in the sights before him. "Do put the tray down, John," I said with a chuckle. "I should not want you to drop it and spoil my beautiful rug." He stood a moment as though no longer able to command his feet, not unlike the page boy I thought, and it was only when the glasses and bottles began to clink together from the shaking of his hands that the spell was broken. He flushed and flustered and looked first one way then the other, until noticing the low table near the open balcony doors. I thought for a moment he might trip over himself before he safely reached it, but with some relief he lowered the tray to it without incident. He stood and bowed and eyed us both once more with astounded looks that barely concealed the desirous lust welling up within his eyes. "My dear John, Kitty and I have talked much of you recently, and as you know you and I have had our own conclaves to discuss her. All has been leading to this night, and let us not pretend each are shy to experience what the other has to offer. But first I think a drink is in order. Prepare the absinth and pour the wine John, while Kitty and I get comfortable." Her hand was a little hot, as I assumed mine must also have felt to her. I squeezed it to assure her all was as it should be. She squeezed tightly back, conveying her excitement to me. We sat side by side on the bed and watched him work. I let her hold my hand in her lap with both of hers. Her legs kicked a little. First he placed a little white cube onto a draining spoon which he proceeded to set light to. It fizzled and dripped into the glass of liquid below. I am loathe to admit I never have had need to learn of the process from which the drink is fashioned and instead turned my attentions to Kitty. She turned to me. Moving close I brushed my cheek to hers and whispered what fun it might be to strip him of his garments. Kitty giggled and nodded her head. As we looked back John was pouring wine into tall stemmed glasses. He rose to bring them to us on the bed, but instead I held up my hand to stop him. We stood together and moved to each side of him, taking a glass each and sipping from them. "You must have a drink also, John," I told him. He hastily filled another glass and gulped heartily from it. "Miss Laura," Kitty purred. "Do you think he'd look better without his uniform on tonight?" "I do, Kitten. I think in his finery he looks most handsome, but I think tonight the uniform Nature afforded him would look all the more evocative. Let us help you, John." We put down our glasses. John noticeably gulped. I began with his neck tie as Kitty, ever the impatient little strumpet, went straight for his belt buckle. "Girls, are you sure...?" he stuttered, clutching his hands to Kitty's. "John, I wish it," I said. His hands dropped to his sides as his back straightened and his chest puffed out. "Yes, Miss," he said, failing to disguise the delight and pride in his voice. Perhaps he sensed I was to be finally conquered, our weeks of game-playing now to be settled. Both girls to throw ourselves at the mercy of his lust. He would be my champion and Kitty's hero. He was right of course, but it was in his sudden realization which I now took pleasure. Kitty was oblivious to the subtleties around her; already she had unbuttoned him and was now upon her knees untying and removing his shoes. I myself had his shirt open. His jacket lay in a heap behind him. "Oh girls!" he gasped. I smiled, running a hand over his chest. It was a long time since I had seen it, and it was every bit as divine as I remembered! I flicked open his cuffs and pushed off his shirt. Ever accommodating, John lifted each foot as Kitty divested him of shoes and socks. I swirled my fingertips over the pronunciations of his muscles. Whilst not bulging in that way that fellows from the fields often are, John had perfectly wonderful musculature. Well defined and toned, his bumps and dips offered promises of endless hours of exploration and pleasure. His back flexed beneath the sweep of my hand and his gorgeous arse tensed to the squeeze of my palm. I looked down to see Kitty kneeling before him removing his britches. John was naked. Kitty and I stood back together, holding hands once more. We girls were unable to take our eyes from the monstrous weapon he threatened us with. Like a great curved scimitar of flesh it held our fascination and moistened our pussies. He stood proudly, aware of both our desires for it and, smiling now, knew he would pierce at least one excited slit with it this night. Kitty and I stepped to him, both eager to touch every part of him. John was in his prime; a man of some thirty years, beautiful to behold, and as close to perfect as a girl could hope for. We tickled and caressed, swished and swept our hands over him. He took kisses from each, and was not shy to slip his arms round us and feel beneath our dresses. His thighs and arms were powerful, his stomach rippled, his chest taut, shoulders broad and bottom round. And then there was that most masterful object; that which quivered our pussies and firmed our breasts and nipples. The thing that had Lady and servant alike well within his spell. Standing each side of him we both set a hand upon it, stroking gently at first its length. Our little fingers would fit but half way round. The great head bobbed as we worked. We both soon began to pant a little. Had I not drawn her away Kitty would, I am quite sure, have masturbated the poor fellow to complete surrender then and there. I was forced to wrap my arms around her middle and draw her back, giggling and laughing and telling her to slow down. John seemed somewhat relieved; from experience I knew he would rather cum in the girl's mouth than onto my rug. I bounced Kitty onto the bed and ordered absinth for all. We sat together, sipping the bright green drink and giggling much. John sat between us, laying back on his elbows with his legs spread rudely apart and his mighty appendage standing proudly as though he were the Lord and I and Kitty were his maids. We shared many kisses, in as many combinations as there were, the most delicious being those where none was left out; where three tongues worked together in licking flicking swirls as three sets of lips pressed and kissed. We took turns kissing and licking his darling cock, and while the pink maid enjoyed his lips upon hers the white one delighted his hot hard prick. Recreating the erotic scene she had drawn on my bathroom mirror Kitty and I sucked him together, kissing each other as we licked all over his glistening crown. His gentle hands held our cheeks and guided us up and down his shaft, sucking on one side each and licking our tongues together at the top. The absinth made us giddy, and we giggled and squirmed much. Kitty was, I could tell, especially eager to have him finally inside her. I finished my drink and tossed the glass over my shoulder and eyed Kitty as it met the floor with a dull thud. "Let's strip for him," I suggested. "Then he may choose who first to touch with his tongue." My head was dipped as I crawled on all fours, my straight black hair spilling over my shoulders. Kitty fell back and kicked her legs in the air as she giggled. John laughed and began to tickle us both, making us squirm and squeal until we surrendered. His magnificent cock all the while kept she and I in heightened states of dizzy arousal. I crawled to the edge of the bed and stood, and had to kick off my high heels for fear of toppling over. Holding my hands out to Kitty I helped her to her feet and caught her as she stumbled sideways. We laughed together and kissed passionately, sometimes pressed tightly to one another and sometimes showing him the tongues which worked fervently within and between each others mouth. We would keep on our stockings, our chokers and all our pretty thigh and arm straps, leaving just our skimpy little erotically fashioned panties for John to himself remove. Each dress dropped to the floor in a white and pink tangle like a fallen vase of mixed roses. We stepped sensuously back to the bed, placing a knee each upon the spread as we held hands, backs arched with arms just slightly behind us so as better to display our firm young figures for him. "Come, John," I purred softly, "choose a girl to taste and tongue and strip her of her knickers." I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled out the little maids hat and dropped it to the floor. John growled and knelt up. "Mistress, may I taste you?" he said, his hands already upon my hips. I smiled down at him. "You may," I said with half closed eyes. His big fingers gripped the little strings of my panties and as he pulled each bow loose I added, "And then dear Kitty will suffer the full force of your cock." She shuddered beside me and jumped on the bed, pulling at the cover spread to free the pillows. My panties seemed to melt from my hips as soon as the bows were untied, floating down to the floor to reveal my little tufted mound to my butler. His eyes glowed furiously. He licked his lips. I almost feared what might happen next. I placed my hands to his face, gently holding his jaw line in my fingers. He looked so handsome, kneeling upon my bed, his thighs wide and his big curved limb arcing up towards me. I smiled and bent to kiss him quickly upon the mouth and as I drew slowly back he leant towards me, trying to keep possession of my lips. "It's now my turn," I whispered and kept his momentum with the slightest pull of my hands. I straightened fully just as I drew him to my centre, his body dipped and I softly purred as his lips placed a sensuous offering upon the altar of Aphrodite. My back arched as his wonderful tongue slid the up the curve of my slit. I steadied myself with a hand on my thigh as I pushed my knee a little further onto the bed. My other moved up his neck and my fingers smoothed into his ruffled hair. I breathed his name as I held him to me, closing my eyes as his clever tongue licked and lapped between my thighs. My hips began to swirl in slow, undulating circles as John sucked and kissed my tingling clit. I held his hair tight and murmured little gasps and sighs. Opening my eyes again I looked to see Kitty, laying along side watching intently and giggling now and again, her eyes sparkling in the subdued light of the lamps and flickering candles. "Miss Laura, you look so beautiful," she said. I smiled at her and lifted my hand. She looked at it, then quickly bounced up onto her knees. A moment later she was on her feet at my side, her body pressing to mine as we held and hugged and kissed. As I petted her plump little bottom she caressed and squeezed my breasts as her own pressed hotly against me. "Oh John!" I gasped between soft, swirling tongue kisses. He groaned and muttered and licked and sucked and kept me in an increasing state of joy. I tightly gripped his thick brown hair, pulling him to me as his tongue explored within. His tongue was indeed magical, but to reach a loftier plateau I instructed John to turn onto his back. His head lay off the edge of the bed. Demurely I raised to my tiptoes and moved on to it. Had the hand of fate been at play in the designing of he, I and the bed I had owned since childhood? For all was proportioned perfectly to enhance my pleasure. I bent forward and leant on his shoulders as his tongue once more discovered my honeyed slit. My eyes fixed on his erect staff, as did Kitty's. She stood behind me and stroked and squeezed my firm breasts, and when I bent forward a little more I felt moments later her quick little tongue licking between the rosy cheeks of my perky bottom. "Oh John! Kitty! You do all to please me! Oh, how wonderful!" I was transported like never before. Their twin tongues worked furiously upon my most sensitive places. Softly and slowly they worked, long and full swishing strokes quickly changing into harder, rapid little flicks. Their lips sucked and kissed, their tongues delved inside my openings. I dropped forward, panting and quivering, onto his chest. The darkly bulging head of his manhood pressed to my cheek. I gripped his muscled thighs. His stomach tensed and rippled beneath my ripened breasts. Each made moans and murmurs and gasps and mutterings as their duteous tongues worked to thrill me most utterly. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 04 How long I lay imprisoned upon their talented tongues I cannot say, for time seemed to blur as much as my senses, and it was only after shuddering and gasping and spilling my honey did they release me from their heavenly torment. My head was more than a little dizzy as I felt myself laid down upon my bed, and I lay between them for long, languorous moments, held and cuddled, kissed and soothed by both as I drifted back from the swirling clouds of rapture. My eyes flickered open. I heard little giggles one side and chuckling the other. I turned to each in turn. "Sweet Kitty," I softly said, my cheeks flushed and crimson. She kissed my lips and giggled exuberantly. "Miss! I've never seen you come like that before!" she excitedly said. I smiled and kissed her soft lips, perhaps equally to quieten her as to enjoy their touch. "My handsome John," I smiled to my butler, speaking in hushed tones, and kissed him too. I sighed deeply, looking up at the canopied roof of my large bed, studying the tapestry with newly opened eyes. "I love you both," I said quietly, examining the familiar Arcadian scene above me. I stretched, straightening my arms and legs in either direction, then relaxed again, leaving my arms draped over the pillows my head laid upon. Kitty nuzzled me, and I felt her lips press little fluttering kisses from underarm to breast. John, now raised up onto his elbow, watched her, his raging cock still eager for satisfaction. I would not make him wait too much longer. 'Mmm,' I sighed as he too began to kiss my nipple. I squirmed a little, this way and that, as my two pets licked and sucked my lust-swollen nipples. One hand dropped between Kitty's soft thighs, while the other teased John's extended length. I tickled and played, smearing the pearls that oozed from his cock all over its ruby head as I patted my fingers upon the wetness of her knickers. She was becoming evidently more sexually aroused; her hips thrust in little pushes against mine, swirling every so often, and her purrs and murmurs increasingly became whines and whimpers. "Miss Laura?" she quietly wailed, drawing my name out as she spoke it. They flirted their eyes at one another as they each caressed and licked my tingling nipples. "Yes, little Kitten?" She merely whimpered a tiny moan and pressed her tummy and hips to my side. I listened to the sounds of their tongues and their breaths above the ascending garden music. All was perfect, and I could have lain entangled in my bliss for eternity. Kitty mewed with all urgency. I sighed happily. Then she changed tack. "Have I been good, Miss?" "Yes, Kitty, very good. Both of you have." "Thank you, Miss," John said in his deep, velvety voice. He sounded eminently happy. She and he kissed as they pushed my firmly aroused breasts together. Their wondrous tongues slid upon each extended nipple. I breathed deeply, arching my back as I clutched to their different fruits. The music of their murmurs blended in my mind with the strings that filtered up from the garden to form a sensuous serenade. "..Ummm," she murmured expectantly. I giggled, my eyes fixing upon a farm boy depicted in mid chase with a young milk maid, clutching her skirts as she dashed from his nefarious clutches, yet looking back at him with lowered face and raised eyes and a come hither smile. At times Kitty could be unnecessarily shy, but if she wanted treats she would have to ask for them directly. Instead she snuggled her nose to my ear and whispered so quietly I only caught half of what she said. "Kitty, there's no need to be bashful. If you desire a thing," I said, giving John's lovely prick a twisting squeeze, "you must ask for permission." We both looked intently at her, her pretty cheeks fairly glowed a delightful shade of crimson. "Miss, can I.. May I. I mean, can John.. Can he have me? Oh, I've waited so long. Miss, please? Will you let him?" She had leant up, her face a picture of earnestness. I glanced at John; he too had eyes filled with want and yearning. I looked at him expectantly. "Miss, please? I want her so. Ever since you brought her back with you this summer. Miss, I've known you all your life and loved you just as long, but you're a Lady and I know my place. But this little one is like a Miss Laura I can truly have, and I love her too." "Do you, John?" His plea was perfectly sincere, and although he had just intimated her to be the girl he would settle for, in many ways Kitty was lucky for he would love her and care for her as he did me: she would be the Lady of his house. "I do, Miss." He turned his eyes to hers. "Kitty, I love you. Before I met you I'd tumble any lass I could get my hands on, but now I wouldn't. I can't stop being in love with the mistress, but I can love you just as much as well." "Oh John!" she gasped, eyes glittering with little glass beads. "I love you too!" she gushed. I chuckled, looking from one to the other as they held one another's eyes across my gently rising and dipping breasts. "Well kiss her then, John," I said with a equal amounts of exasperation and amusement. They kissed. His lips met hers and guided them open, and slowly, then quickly, their tongues swished and swirled in sensuous circles. John brought his hand to Kitty's cheek and guided her head down until they could share their kiss with me, and our three tongues played together as we kissed and licked and fell further in love. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I had recovered from what was to date the most powerful orgasm Nature had bestowed upon me, and although I was still a little giddy and giggly I was eager to explore further, so I instructed Kitty to lay in the centre of my large bed and suffer all that her intended would thrill her with. John slowly tugged at the bows on her hips to divest her of her final modesty. The strings fell loose and he drew away his hand, taking with him her delicate, scented panties. Before he cast them aside his eyes widened and luridly glowed as he feasted his gaze upon her little shaven mount and fresh young form. Kitty lewdly pouted her lithe curves for him most enticingly; she too had been a quick study in the games of feminine flirting and I was proud of her performance. John's hardened appendage raged between his thighs as he knelt over her shins. I lay beside, keen to view both its insertion and her reaction, and ordered Kitty to stretch her arms above her head and keep them always there. "She is perfectly prepared for you now, John," I purred, fulfilling my promise to him. "Lift her legs and spread them. I shall guide you in." I wanted to steer him, to work his great thing into her myself to better gauge its effect upon her. John grasped her ankles and lifted and pushed, spreading them as he positioned her. I lay to her right, on my left side, leaning up on my elbow. He moved between her thighs, she was perfectly trussed for the sacrifice. Kitty knew to behave, and when he let go of her ankles and dropped forward onto his hands, keeping his arms straightened, she kept her knees lifted just so and held her breath in anticipation of his assault. My little belly pressed to her hip. She took occasional short, quick breaths. Bristling with excitement she also quivered now and again, clearly a little fearful of how his awesome object might pain her. I closed my hand around it and felt it throb wildly in my grip, conveying its hunger through my fingers and into my every nerve. I gave a little tug and he obliged his hips, moving forward enough to allow me to rub the impressive crown up and down the moist curve of her salacious young slit. Kitty mewed her pleasure and wriggled her hip against me. I pressed the shining head against her excited little clit and rubbed it in their shared wetness. She sighed and purred and blushed pretty shades of red. "Is that nice, Kitty?" I asked with an amused smile. "Oh Miss! So nice!" she gasped. I giggled at her delightful state of flustered anticipation. "As nice as slender fingers?" I asked, and rubbed her little button in swirling circles. "Nicer! Nicer even!" she exclaimed with a deep puff of breath. John stayed his poise, reminding me of a proud and powerful mount, keeping form and breathing hard as his stable girl used his mighty appendage to pleasure her inquisitive friends. He had a lovely expression of pleasure and patience. I almost decided to dismiss him and deny him that which he surely knew he would enjoy just to see him plunge into disappointment. Instead I slid his sturdy protrusion down her curve, between her slippery wet folds, and nudged it at her little opening. Kitty drew in her breath. Behind her head her fingers clutched at the pillow's edge. She flicked her eyes from him to me a few times. John grinned, his eyes half closed. I gave the slightest of tugs to his shaft and he motioned forth his hips to the same degree. The ruby plum opened her a little more. "Oooh!" she purred, eyes glazing over. I kept him from moving back as I slid him up between her lips to her little pleasure-bump once more, rubbing him all over her. Kitty quivered and mewed, sighing softly as her breathing shallowed and quickened. Her hips squirmed as she fought their urge to push up, and she wanted to draw her arms from the pillows and grasp him in her hands to pull him into her, but knew not to disobey. I smiled, enjoying her exquisite torture. I played my game with increasing speed, rubbing his slickened prick up and down, round and round. Kitty began to pant, her little gasps and sighs increasing. Her cheeks glowed, her eyes glittered. Her large, firm breasts rose and dipped as each breath raced from her lips and her belly undulated and tipped this way and that. As she first drifted, then soared, towards the peak of her pleasure I drew him ever further inside her. His hips rocked slightly back and forth to my ministrations. Little puckered dots formed around her stiffened nipples. Her full d-cup breasts seemed to have swelled a half-cup more. John eyed them with impious intent. "Oh Miss, please! Let him have me, make him fill me!" she gasped, begging again and again to be given that which so temptingly teased the orbit of her entrance. Her glistening honeydew slickened her skin all about and gave extra shine to his mouth-watering prick. "Miss, I'm going to cum! Oh, Miss! Oh!" Her back arched and her hips now pushed up again and again in their attempts to capture the invading force inside her. But John knew my game, and would not let the little minx score a single point. He and I shared secret looks with each other, and though no words were spoken a clear and unambiguous message was conveyed; John would thrust into her at the apex of her sensations. As she began to squeal and shudder I edged his sceptre inside and nodded to John. He pushed forth his hips. I still held the root of his organ, but plenty more of it arced upwards from my fingers. Instantly Kitty's eyes widened to giant saucers as her squeal heightened in pitch and volume. Her arms rushed down, against her own wishes, and her hands pushed at his chest. "Aow! Aaaow! No, it hurts! It hurts!" she wailed. I confess my own senses pricked too and I looked on in complete absorption. This, I thought, must be the feared and fabled pain my classmates had spoken of in whisper and rumour. John held ground, with half his intrusive instrument embedded inside her. "Kitty, what is it?" I asked, disguising my elation and feigning my concern. "Aow, Miss it hurts! It's hurting!" "But, how can it be hurting?" "Aow-ow-ow!" she sobbed. "Something broke. It ripped, he's hurting me!" I kept my grip on him, not letting him pull back. He remained undaunted. "John?" "Her hymen, Miss. All young girls got them." I smiled at him as I wondered just how many young girls had suffered upon his experienced staff as this one now did. I drew my fingers along his curved length and felt around it as I investigated her plundered treasure. "Aow, please!" "Hush, Kitty! Do not fuss so; John and I are here." She remained silent. A little tear trickled down from the corner of her eye and she held her breath, just taking the shortest of gasps now and again. The poor thing looked most upset. I giggled as I watched. "He's inside you, Kitty. Is it not wonderful?" I asked, my face close to hers. She looked at me with cutely piteous eyes. "Perhaps I should have him desist?" "No!" she said suddenly, drawing in a deep breath. "It hurt just then, but.. It doesn't now.. Not really." She began to calm as the splitting pain diminished. Before many seconds all that would be left would be pleasure. I smiled devilishly. Slapping my hand to his tight arse cheek I pushed down. "Do not delay, John, spear her before she further resists!" My obedient butler thrust his hips forth, twisting them up a little at the end of the motion, I assume to better guide his great curve up her. Kitty squealed anew. I tittered by her side, my hand covering my mouth. "Aaowwch!" she screamed, panting as though at the end of a cross country run. I fell back onto the bed laughing. "Oh, Kitty. What a treasure you are!" I watched John; he had her held firm, fully impaled upon his loaded musket. Kitty was as a little gazelle, caught beneath the paws and jaws of a large lion. She thrashed but a moment or two more until he calmed her with his charmer. It stayed embedded, tightly ensconced within. "Kitten, did you not know you must first suffer pain before you can be given pleasure? John, show me your sword, is it coloured with her innocence?" Kitty pouted as John withdrew. I sat up again and examined closely his shaft; it did indeed betray evidence of her former purity. I placed a finger on top and drew it along the inches he had exposed. I smiled at him. "You may put it back where it belongs now," I told him as I lay back. His thrust this time was slow and gentle, as perhaps I should have let it be to begin with. It would doubtless have been less fun, so I thought no more of it. Instead I wiped my finger across her lips and kissed her. Kitty had not a vengeful bone in her body; her moods and huffs lasted mere moments, and this one died just seconds after it had flared. Likely due to Nature's pleaser that moved ever so slowly within her. "Miss, that hurt me so much," she pouted, pushing her bottom lip out in the childish manner we girls are prone to, then once again laid her arms back above her head and began to move her curves in slow, sinuous movements as strings were plucked and bowed beneath the balcony. "But it hurts no longer?" "Oh no, Miss; now it feels really nice!" John chuckled from above, sluicing his demonic limb slowly back and forth. "Don't you worry, Miss; she likes it, look how she smiles on it." John laughed louder, causing us girls to giggle beneath him. John was right of course, and Kitty did not mind admitting so. "Oooh, it does feel lovely. But Miss, oh! So big it is!" He knew special, and perhaps secret, ways to woo a woman with his instrument. Kitty was both dreamily relaxed and excitedly exuberant beneath him as he gave her his full length, drawing it back until just the tip of his prick was held by the kiss of her pink-red lips, then driving up inside her again till he filled her little belly to the hilt. "It is indeed a big one," I chuckled. "But Kitty, now you have me worried." "Ah! Miss?" "Well, all your squealing and sobbing is now over, you have just the fun to enjoy from here." I laughed as I spoke, and as she began to say something I slid my middle two fingers into her mouth, muffling whatever profound gem of esoteric philosophy she was about to astound me with. Even as I withdrew my hand I hushed her lips with my own and as John, my obedient dark stallion, picked up his pace from a walk to a canter and then to a gallop, I tickled and pressed and rubbed and delighted her pretty pink clit and together we navigated the charming young filly back to the cloudscape plateau where her orgasms awaited her. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I cautioned John not to loose his seed within my handmaid, for I was not inclined to lose her skills to maternity just yet. Kitty was perfectly trained, and I had no inclination to teach another young whelp the intricacies of my routines during the few months Kitty would effectively be rendered useless to me. She would be bred when the timing was right. She and John were fine serving stock, and from them equally valued servants would be procured. I lay watching on as John once again moved very slowly and deliberately inside her, while Kitty showered him with her prettiest kisses, leaning up and holding his face in her hands as she purred and mmm'd and held back none of her love. She dropped back again, arms flopping back above her head. Her full, firm breasts were his to devour; his lips and tongue tasted their every curved inch as she pushed them out invitingly for him. He bestowed upon her many minutes of joy, and Kitty in turn gifted him bliss by the barrel full. Their whole display was intensely erotic, and as I watched I let my fingers play where they pleased. I was about to order their decoupling, so I might too be ridden as she had been, but in another of her rare insights into my wants and needs Kitty suddenly suggested John should stop and let both herself and I play together with his wonderful pleaser for a while. He agreed, and slowly withdrew that jutting protuberance from inside her. The beast bounced and wobbled as he knelt back then stood, staying as angry looking as ever, yet now it glistened in the light with a sheen of a conquered virgin's sex oil. Kitty lay a moment, basking in the glow of sensation. She assured me she felt wonderful, and that although it may currently look stretched, she felt her opening beginning to close and tighten once more. John too reassured everything was normal, and that Kitty would be as snug as ever in no time. I gave her pussy a little kiss, to show her I loved her as much as ever. Kitty and I knelt up and crawled on all fours over to John. He stood, legs spread wide apart, on my bed. His chest and shoulders broad, upper arms and thighs well muscled, stomach rippled with little symmetrical bumps, his skin shining in the sweat of his exertions, a perfect specimen of manhood. And in front, his heart-quickening protrusion, terror of the ladies, envy of lesser men. Kitty and I offered it our lips as sacrifice, to appease this god of carnal pleasure. It would pierce us, split us, exhaust us and spit on us, yet always would we kneel before it and duteously lick its length and girth. We played little games with our tongues, licking each others as we simultaneously licked his prick. Then, keeping each to our side, sucked our lips to his shaft, moving down and back up his great curve in unison or opposition as the desire took. We each enjoyed our turn to have it selfishly, sucking the bulging head and as many inches of the shaft as possible while the other licked and sucked his heavy balls. I admit, Kitty won every time we had his shaft to ourselves, for she was willing to suck her mouth down upon it until it made her cough and splutter in a most unladylike manner. He often enjoyed grasping his appendage and slapping poor Kitty's face with it, though knew better to try such a thing with me. But I was perfectly happy for him to squeeze my breasts around it and slide it both slowly and vigorously up and down as though fucking my chest, while I occasionally licked or sucked the head of it. I arched my back, arms behind me, and pouted my tits for his use, and oh! did I quiver and tingle throughout. He used Kitty the same, and it was while we girls were busy rubbing our breasts into one another's, while we trapped his wonderful cock between them and took turns to dip our heads and lick and suck on it that he became ever more urgent and soon warned us of his approaching orgasm. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 04 This was territory I was familiar with, and an event I knew Kitty would find exceedingly enjoyable. I pouted and played, flirted and teased. Kitty and I kissed and licked and begged for his come. His grabbed his prick and furiously fisted it before us. We purred and mewed, and urged him to shower us both as we tongued the head separately and as one. The obscene instrument erupted right when Kitty and I both played our tongues together into the little slit in the end, jostling each other for possession of it. A great spurt of sticky sperm flew out in many directions as the tip of her tongue angled down into it. She half jumped back, looking wide eyed. I urged him to claim her by marking her with his seed. Kitty writhed and giggled, squeezing her big breasts as he pumped great jets of spunk from his cock. Each splashed against her skin, bringing growls from him and sending little blobs and globs in all directions. I giggled and kissed her, our breasts slipping and sliding in his come as he forced one more spray of it onto our cheeks. Instantly we half opened our mouths, just enough to invite the end of his cock between our lips. We licked and sucked as good girls should while John shuddered and laughed in the lessening of his orgasm. He stumbled back and Kitty and I fell to the covers in a tangle of limbs and curves, slipping and sliding in his sticky effusions as we licked and kissed one another all over, cleaning each other of his manly effusions and un-sticking rose petals from each others skin. Slowly, we calmed. John had dropped back onto his heels, but now we parted and held our arms our for him to join us. He smiled and slipped in between us, kissing first me then Kitty. His large muscular arms held us so protectively. We drew a leg each onto his thighs and pressed to him, purring soft little murmurs as we told him we loved him, how handsome he was, how wonderful, how delicious his seed tasted, how strong was he, how powerful and pleasurable his cock. It all had the desired effect, and soon we each had a hand around his enlivened member, stroking it up and down together as we pressed and rubbed our pussies against his thighs. The minutes passed, and although the blood rushed ever on through John's engorged phallus the three of us gradually quietened our words and movements. Our breaths began to synchronize as we listened to one another and the string quartet playing their soft music below. Kitty's hand fell from its station and I carefully placed it on her hip and alone resumed the task of tending and placating his enraged piston. I was restless, and John was evidently up for another bout. Kitty looked as though she might drift into a contented snooze. I lifted and turned onto hands and knees, looking down into his eyes. They sparkled like dark gems as they eyed my rolling curves. Lifting a knee I quickly straddled him, and Kitty grumbled a tiny murmur as her hips edged themselves back enough for my leg. My hands rested on his broad shoulders, his awful instrument throbbed hotly between my legs, pressed down by my moistened pussy. With the slowest of motions I slid along his rampant length and it soon became slick with nectar. His face betrayed his intense passion, both love and lust unambiguously displayed. He made to speak, but I quickly tempered his words with my own. "How long has this moment featured in your day and night dreams, John?" I quietly asked him as I moved my hips leisurely back and forth. "Many a year, Miss," he said, and licked his lips. Beside, Kitty lay with closed eyes and a half smile, her body now still save for the rhythm of her breathing. "And in many different ways." "Have you pictured me so? Upon you like this, naked but for my stockings and chokers?" "Oh yes, Miss. Most certain I have. Lots of times." "How naughty you are to picture me in such ways," I giggled. He chuckled too; unconcerned a deception might be afoot. I leant and kissed him to prove my love. "And was I moving my hips in this very manner, sliding upon your hard and lustful cock?" "You were, Miss, that and more." He grinned, as a hawk might to a rabbit. "Oh?" I cocked my head to the side slightly, then made a show of looking down his beautiful chest to the joining of our features. "And what more, prey tell, were we up to in those frequent imaginings?" I asked, looking back to his eyes. "When I've thought of us like this, Miss, I've often thought of your lovely firm tits. One in each hand. Oh, they're so pretty!" His eyes fervently flicked across my chest, side to side, devouring my breasts. I sat upright, though keeping enough of my weight on my knees to allow him to flex and tense the muscles in his shaft should he so wish. "Well then," I said as I arched my back and brought my hands up into my straight black hair, shuffling it a few times at the back of my head to add to its body. Like its owner my hair was inventively deceptive. Although perfectly kempt and tidy it seemed ever on the verge of untameable rebellion. It flowed longer at the back than the front, grouping into full-bodied locks. When spilled over my shoulders it flowed far enough to play on to my breasts, but not quite reach my nipples, yet cascaded down into the middle of my back. I tousled my hair in a manner perfect to let several jagged strands drape over my left shoulder before looking back down at him. "What better time to fulfil the thoughts that saturate your head," I said and motioned for his hands. Kitty seemed to have drifted into the night time realm, purring her little breaths as she lay most placidly at our side, but murmured a little grump as John carefully withdrew his arm from beneath her and replaced it with a small cushion. She seemed agreeable with the switch, and after a little snuffle she was once again quiet. I took John's hands and brought them to my chest. He lovingly cupped and caressed my pert breasts, moving his fingers sensuously over the taut skin as he teased and thrilled my excited nipples. I dropped forward onto my hands. My bottom raised into the air. Dark locks tumbled over my shoulder and teased around his forearm. He looked at me with unabashed desire. I felt as though we were at that very moment in one of his dreams. I rocked forward. His lips kissed first one then the other nipple, teasing my body and raising my arousal. His tongue flicked so divinely. I murmured, head tilted back, as he quickly licked and softly sucked. Looking down again I watched his tongue flickering as my breasts glistened in the soft light. Rocking back again and lifting up a little I looked into his eyes. He kept possession of my breasts. I minded not; they were tonight his to do with as he chose. "Thank you, John," I whispered. His hands stopped and he looked at me curiously. "For what, Miss?" he asked. "For everything. You have served my father, and now me, since you were a child." "But-" he began, no doubt to affirm his loyalty to our estate, and show his gratitude for the opportunity granted him to rise to the position he now held. I wanted to hear none of it. Instead I silenced him with a kiss. "What matters is that I show you my gratitude for all you do for us." I kissed him again. His lips were soft, though not as succulent as Kitty's, and his kiss gentle. I adored him. "I know you wish to fuck me, John." I said. His cheeks reddened the slightest of fractions. "I see it in the way you look at me. You desire to protect me more than anything, but also you want to fuck me." I once more lowered my hips, my lips kissed his shaft. "Miss, what about your marriage to Lord Carnborough? You're a virgin, and well, if he finds out you're not, then..." "He'll not know. I have no hymen; it was broken in my early teens while out horse riding. Nothing was said of course, but the doctors saw and touched and discovered for themselves. You have nothing to fear, and nothing shall become of this. It is my gift to give. All you have to do is ask, and it's yours to enjoy now and remember for ever." "Miss, you're so beautiful. I've wanted to make love to you for so long. And when you started sucking my cock, oh! it was heaven to me! I was scared we'd be found out, but it was so good I couldn't resist you. Miss, let me make love to you now? Let me fuck your sweet and lovely pussy and I promise it'll be remembered for ever by both of us!" His words made me squirm. I took his hands in mine, leaning down on them as I moved up his body until I was straddling his chest. "Kiss her first, before she sucks your darling prick." His head leaned up as I moved my hips forward, and once more I felt the thrilling caress of his tongue lapping between my legs. He had me heated as never before. I was eager to be upon his solid protrusion. Quickly I bounced backwards again, a hand between my thighs to guide him in. I rubbed and played his perfect prick up and down my slippery folds and nestled it at my tight little opening. "Just let me explore. Remain still until he is well within, and then you may tumble me as you like," I said in breathless gasps. John nodded. His big hands moved up my sides and onto my breasts, and with each little push down of my hips he gave a slight squeeze. Our eyes held one another's, his shone with an inner sparkle I knew to be desire. Mine no doubt mirrored a similar lustre. My cheeks were hot with blushes. My lips stayed parted as my little breaths panted from them. With the slightest of pushes I began to ease myself upon him. A great bulge began to open my nether lips. I spoke his name as it eased inside. With the head tightly gripped within I remained still for a time as my body became used to the fleshy invader. The naughty fellow tensed his cock once, making it momentarily swell that little bit more. I giggled down at him. He asked if I liked it. I told him it hurt a little as I had never before been stretched so. He grinned and assured me the discomfort would be fleeting. As with many matters pertaining to my well being he was indeed correct, and in her eagerness to swallow him fully my trembling pussy conveyed her orders to my hips. It was moments later, as my head un-muddied that I realized I was riding him in a slow and slight canter. His prick was hot inside me, my soft tightness squeezed around his smooth hardness, and each rise and dip was made more wondrous by the slipperiness of my excited outpourings. I was teased and thrilled in equal measure, filled and fulfilled the same. Each lift of my hips aroused, each drop sated. I bucked my bottom up and down as I cantered and galloped, my lively cheeks bounced upon him. "Fuck me, John!" I urged him. "Fuck me hard!" His big hands gripped my rounded bottom and held me firmly in place. I gripped his shoulders, watching him as he began to buck his hips beneath me and fill me with his hardened loin. I squealed and panted, wiggled and bounced. His eyes devoured me as his cock conquered me. My pretty breasts jiggled and jounced. I was transported! My senses buzzed, my skin tingled. All through my body little rushes of wondrousness raced in all directions. I sang my squeals as I ascended beyond the firmament and felt the kiss of Aphrodite. She, sitting upon her golden throne as I knelt before her, held my face and blessed my baptism, and in those moments where no clock hand moved we were as one; Goddess and apprentice, and I knew my true calling; I was to take her place and continue her vocation. I slumped down onto John's chest, breathing quickly. My head, and each of my senses was fuddled and dizzied, and although I was aware he was speaking, I had not the inclination nor the wherewithal to listen. I purred a long, soft murmured sigh as I lay upon him, being gently stroked by caring hands. His magnificent pleaser was still tightly and deeply ensconced. Part of me wanted to sleep, but more excited and lively nerve endings were firmly in control. I opened my eyes. They flickered, then blinked, before focussing fully. A little giggle tittered as I looked at Kitty. "Miss Laura!" she gasped in feigned shock. I smiled at her and touched my finger to the end of her little upturned nose. "Awake again I see?" "Yes, Miss." "Did you sleep well?" "Definitely, Miss." We shared knowing looks for a moment as Kitty blushed prettily. "He certainly is a fine example, isn't he?" "Certainly is, Miss." Kitty giggled. I smiled indulgently. John petted my rounded bottom and began slowly to move his hips. "It seems like our fellow is yet to be satisfied," I said. Kitty nodded as her eyes flickered over the scene before her. You're so beautiful, Miss," she cooed as I slowly rode my thoroughbred. I smiled at her as my hips raised and dipped. She sat up and looked to the carnal union beneath my enticingly curved bottom. I heard a pretty gasp, followed by an enchanting giggle, then her eyes were within mine once more. "He's fucking you! He's really up you!" she gasped, her eyes like dark saucers. "Charmingly put, Kitty," I giggled. "Did it hurt? I missed it." "Perhaps a little. But is not the endurance of a moment of pain a small price to pay for a lifetime of pleasure?" I sighed. Kitty agreed with several nods of her head. I enjoyed for moments more, and held myself firm as my stallion bucked beneath me. His powerful engine pistoned up and down, forcing flesh up inside me again and again. I kissed him as I called him dastardly, and licked his lips and tongue as I praised his prowess. John pumped his magnificent pleaser into me with ever increasing speed. He grunted his breaths and growled his lust. I was named in murmured moans and breathless whispers as a beautiful and lovely young woman, and as he fucked his prick up and down inside me he made no secret of his love for my body and soul. Even as I submitted to his strength and stamina I felt new hands upon my bottom, and as I was drawn up once more into the ephemeral clouds at the peak of sensation I felt the flickering of Kitty's tongue between my bottom. I panted every breath and shuddered with the approach of orgasm, and in those luscious, luxuriant seconds she pushed her tongue inside as I was tightly held by both. I dropped forward onto his chest, panting with fatigue. Within, the monster still lay, a large tensed muscle, pushing at all sides. With some effort I pushed myself up and exhaled a deep sigh. First I kissed my athletic retainer and thanked him for being especially wonderful. My blushing exhaustion was evident to all, and it was something I wanted my lovers to fully share in. I removed the pillows his head rested on and cast them aside behind Kitty. Both watched, no doubt wondering where my next whim would take them. I lifted slowly up, rocking forward so my perky bottom raised into the air and his mighty curved cylinder slid from the soft wet tightness it had enjoyed between my thighs. I crawled on hands and knees forward, turned and straddled his head, and as he insinuated his talented tongue between my excited lips I offered Kitty another pleasure on his cock. The Sapphic treasure bounced to hands and knees with a tiny squeal and raised her knee to sit astride his loins. I dropped forward to my elbows to watch once more that formidable arc of flesh disappear up inside her. Tipping back her head and anointing the air with a gasp of pure pleasure she sank down half his considerable length and gripped his sides to steady her decent. I lifted up again and my hips gestured lewdly as his tongue flicked erotically. Kitty and I held hands as he bounced her upon him. He had precise control of his every muscle and pleasured us both with equal vigour and result. We panted and purred and squealed his praises as we kissed and loved one another. Kitty laid down on his chest and licked with him my exhilarated pussy. We swapped, and I laid upon him and licked both his thrusting shaft and her pretty love-button. We played and explored, discovered and enjoyed many ways to unite our differences and similarities, although I myself declined to accept that monstrous battering ram within my bottom, and even though he was very cautious and gentle with her it looked to me like Kitty found it somewhat uncomfortable. Perhaps had he not been so big it would have been a pleasurable experience. I allowed him to send his spunk as deeply as he liked into her when he took her by that route, but the other times his ejaculate was imminent we girls gathered to share our tongues about it and wash our skin in his copious effusions, which we then delighted in cleaning from one another with our mouths. The night pressed on, and I had Kitty dress then dismiss the string quartet. She and I were getting a little sore, and John had emptied his balls so often there was nothing left to give, and not enough time to manufacture more. I dismissed him, which I think upset Kitty a little, but she was all girlish smiles again when I said I would allow her to sleep with me that night. She knelt and removed my stockings and chokers before following suit, and we shared a quick shower before bed. As we lay in one another's arms beneath a single satin sheet, hearing the coo of wood pigeons drifting in through the open balcony doors from the far end of the garden, I told Kitty she must not wear the pink uniform without my express permission; it was for occasions I deemed special, of which I promised there would be many to come. When she went out on her errands she would wear her usual outfits, but in the house she was to dress in the new erotic maids uniforms, and she must allow John to tumble her as and when he desired, as long as it did not conflict with her duties of housekeeping and Nature. Kitty purred and murmured as she excitedly wriggled beside me. I kissed her and petted her and gradually shushed her to serenity as we spoke in hushed whispers of our evening and all the wonders and pleasures it had brought, until we both began to drift into the ethereal realm of sleep. "Good night, Kitten," I breathed. "Night, Bunny," she sighed and kissed my cheek. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 05 Following my enlightenment I woke the next morning to birdsong and breakfast. I had slept in later than usual and even before I opened my eyes I sensed the sun already flooding into my room. Sitting at the end of my bed in a short chemise and choker I watched Kitty a moment as she held a crumpet in one hand and a buttery knife in the other. She made a little sucking sound with her lips as one might do when tasting something, while light wisps of steam drifted from the crumpet in languid swirls which lived and died within a few inches of air. Her pretty eyes flicked this way and that as she peered down at the little pots of jams and preserves on the large tray in front of her. She selected one and dipped the end of her knife into it, then brought it to her lips and sucked the little blob of dark red jam from the end. "Hum," she softly murmured, then dunked the knife into another silver pot. "Morning, Kitty," I said and stretched. She looked up from the complexities of choosing a conserve and smiled brightly. "Good morning, Miss," she said with a little bounce that conveyed her convivial cheer to me through the mattress. "Would you like a crumpet?" "A cup of tea, I think, first," I decided, and stretched again and sat up, then ruffled my hair with my hands as Kitty put the crumpet in her mouth. There was an empty side plate on the tray next to the pile of hot crumpets, but it seemed Kitty thought the best place for hers was between her teeth. I silently agreed as I turned to the balcony doors and looked out at the sky. "What a beautiful day," I said and slipped from beneath the sheet to put on a chemise and light robe. Kitty mumbled through her crumpet as she looked up at me, but her fingers looked a little sticky with butter so I hushed her and found my own way into the delicate garments. "Oh, Kitty, what a mucky pup you are!" I playfully chided as little drips of melted butter fell from her crumpet to colour her chemise. She looked down, spilling my tea in the process as she puffed out her chest and dabbed her fingers to her breasts. I took the saucer from her before the cup toppled from it. "Sorry, Miss," she said with all sweetness. "Don't worry, no harm has been done," I told her and was gifted the prettiest of smiles. After cautioning her not to put trays on the bed unless asked to, I had Kitty bring it to the table, where we sat and drank tea and ate crumpets. I had honey upon my first and a spread of strawberry jam on the second. Kitty munched hers with marmalade. We were each itching to talk of the previous evening, but I thought decorum must be maintained and breakfast should be eaten properly. Whilst the breakfast table, even one secure from the possibility of interruption, is not the place to talk of lust and carnality, the bathing room most joyously is. Leaving our under things in a crumpled pile in a corner Kitty and I enjoyed the splash of the water upon our skin. We spoke of the previous night, and of our shared desire to repeat it. As our lathered hands and soapy bodies slid sensuously over one another we talked in giggles of John, punctuating our reminiscences with soft and sweet kisses. Kitty was as fond of him as I, perhaps more so due to the constrictions of her responsibilities. Beneath the lukewarm rain of the shower I assured her we would soon enjoy again that delicious curve of reinforced flesh we each had accommodated within us, and pressed together with equal fervour as our tongues twisted and twirled in quick little circles. I leant my back to the wall between the twin shower heads. The water glittered onto my breasts like tiny shooting stars of liquid silver. Kitty pressed them together as she licked and sucked my stiffened nipples. Her thick black locks matted to the sides of her pretty face and neck. I ran my hand into her curls and gently pushed. With murmurs upon her lips and my tummy to her tongue Kitty slowly sank to her knees. I pushed each shower head away from my body as her treasured tongue lapped at my sugary slit. Her face tilted up as my back arched, and I heaved a sensual sigh to the stars that shone behind my eyelids as her darling tongue licked and lapped my tingling clit. The sucking of her lips conveyed their message to my hips and I let them swirl in which ever manner they pleased. I felt her hands upon my inner thighs and needed little encouragement to open my legs a slight bit more. With a pitched sigh and a deep murmur of pleasure I quivered as her quick little tongue writhed and wriggled between my aroused lips and kept slipping inside me in quickened stabs and flicks. I held her hair, griped in my hand as I pulled her to me, panting ever quicker as she licked and sucked with lustful keenness. My hips rolled, my breasts heaved. I murmured and whimpered and felt the breath of the angels upon my skin as I soared to the cloud covered peaks where they hid from the world and awaited the journeys of initiates. A hand took my own and held it tightly. I knew it to be Aphrodite, leading me to her carnal kingdom. I cried out as every nerve thrummed with the buzzing of pleasure perfected. My head must have dizzied somewhat, for I left behind completely the shower, the bathroom, even Kitty, and was, for the briefest of moments, elsewhere. Opening my eyes again I looked down. My pretty Kitten was holding my hand as she pressed soft little kisses to my pussy. I sighed a tiny chuckle. She giggled, her big umber eyes looking up at me. I stroked her hair and praised her loveliness. She in turn told me how beautiful I was, and how that un-quantifiable beauty became that much more so during those moments of extreme rapture, although her expressions were less refined and more crude than my own, and I giggled at her words and phrases. The slightest of tugs to hand and hair had her up on her feet once more, and I was as eager to taste my nectar as she was to share it. As our tongues moved in sliding, gliding swirls of sensuality I was reminded of honeyed crumpets, and enjoyed the piquant sweetness of my flavour. We caressed and slid in the water, kissing still. I could tell Kitty was in a very heightened state of arousal, and even after I returned from the dreamy bliss which follows such a thrill, I continued to relish denying her the same pleasure. The occasional little whimper escaped her lips between softly panted breaths, and depending on where my hands slid and my fingers tickled I could coax whines and moans from her as her hips pushed and her breasts heaved. Although I desired greatly to return her the pleasure she had so willingly afforded me, I decided it of almost equal fun to deny her. Instead we kissed, and I caressed and petted her, keeping her in a state of sexual intoxication. With her eyes closed and her back arched out from the wall I softly tickled her pussy with touches that started lightly and quickly lessened in frequency and intensity. Her hips pushed out against my fingers as I moved them away, and as she whined I pushed her to the wall with my belly and kissed her deeply. As I continued I noticed several times her hands moving to grab my wrist, no doubt to push my fingers between her legs, but at the last moment she would stop herself, sometimes with a tiny stamp of her foot or an outburst of little sobs through her panted breathing. I continued to tease her, willing her to become forceful and incur what ever punishment that might entail, and as I held my lips to hers, tickling her clit with the lightest of touches and talking of John and his handsome cock, she did indeed put her hand to my wrist, but drew it away again almost as quickly. I smiled to myself and revelled in her torment. Even these light and teasing touches upon breast and pussy and inner thigh, and the passion of our kisses was proving to be a powerful stimulant, and I gauged she would very likely soon attain that aspirational state of jubilation. "Time to dry and dress, I think," said I as I withdrew my hands and body and stepped from the shower. Kitty's face was a picture! Her eyes were wide and her brows raised in the middle and sloping at the sides in the manner of one pained of emotional upheaval. Her mouth hung open in sheer disbelief. I let her squirm for a moment, but as her hand moved between her thighs I held out my hand and said, "Kitty, a towel?" "Oh! ...Yes Miss," she grumbled and turned off the shower. I let her pat my skin dry and told her to follow as I strolled off to be dressed. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I cautioned Kitty to do nothing naughty to herself while I took a stroll in the garden, and warned her I would be very cross if she were to disobey me. Before I left I soothed her with promises that John would appreciate her heat all the more if she did nothing now to douse the fire which raged within her. Kitty seemed happy to accept this without question, indeed it only served to heighten those flames which glittered in her eyes and danced in her curves. I kissed her and left her to her chamber tasks. Downstairs, as I ordered a scullery boy to retrieve my breakfast tray, I decided the kitchens would need a fresh coat of paint. Cook asked what I would like for lunch and dinner. I thought a moment, than smiled and said, "Surprise me," and turned and left. John appeared from the servant's staircase as I exited the kitchens. I stopped and looked him up and down, attempting to find some stark and noticeable difference about him. "Good morning, Miss," he said with a bow. We were not alone as one or two scullions scuttled hither and thither, pausing only to bow at me over their preciously carried pots even though I bade them not a single glance. I turned my back to John and strode smartly towards the main drawing room, hoping my indifference had in some way confused him. "Good morning, John," I said as I passed through the doorway. I knew his eyes would be upon me, and once out of sight of the staff I stopped and looked back at him over my shoulder. There was puckish mischief in my eyes as I flirted calves and curves for him a moment, then patted my left hand twice to my thigh in a manner one might employ to summon a dog to one's side. I turned from him and continued on as I heard my faithful pet hasten to my heel. In the drawing room I turned to him. His eyes followed the shape of my legs, wrapped in a knee length, black silk dress, and gradually raised over my belly to my firmly cupped breasts and the hint of cleavage afforded to a man of his height. I ran a hand into my flowing black hair and drew it forth to let it swish over my shoulder and cascade down onto the curves that so enticed him. It broke his bewitchment, and the slightest of crimson hues appeared on his cheeks. I smiled. He looked to feet and floor. "Did you enjoy your evening, John?" I casually asked, as though he had played bridge and drank beer with friends. "Oh, Miss Laura, yes! It was the most wonderful night of my life. I can't thank you enough," he said enthusiastically. I giggled and stepped to him. "I too must thank you, John," I said and put my hands to his shoulders and lifted to peck a little kiss to his lips. I affected an air of sweetness and embarrassment as I stood with hands behind my back and eyes to the floor. "I am not so proud that I am unable to speak of my gratitude, but such words must be said only in secret." I heard his intake of breath. From the edge of my vision I could discern the stirring of his extension as it filled his plush britches. I wondered if his eyes were upon my charms as I displayed them by the arching of my back. "You're only a butler, and as such beneath my favour." With thoughts of concern for my dear Papa and brother Matthew I brought the welling of tears to my eyes. "But convention be damned!" I said indignantly as I stamped my foot. I cast my eyes up to him. He was viewing me intently, a look of worry upon his face. "I love you, John!" I said as a little tear spilled from each eye to settle upon my cheeks. "Miss Laura!" he gasped, and quickly fussed about in his waistcoat for a kerchief. With hands that could cradle an injured mouse and show it no additional pain he gently dabbed the glass from my eyes. I felt their reddening and let more tears fall. "I know you love me," I said softly and held his hands in mine, "and for that I will be ever comforted. But I fear after last night, after you showed me the completeness of love, the perfect blending of emotional and physical love..." I paused for a little sniff. "I fear I shall never again be as happy." "My Lady," he began in his dark and velvet voice, "you'll always have me as a faithful servant. Even if a king was to drop his crown and I was right there to pick it up I'd always serve you. No matter what. You're my first thought in the morning and my last one at night. Please don't cry, Miss?" "Oh, John! That just makes it worse!" I said and sniffed again. As I studied him I noticed his own tears beginning to form as he beheld my apparent torment. I chuckled inside as I watched him thinking of words to placate me. "I love you as you love me, yet we can never truly be together. I am to be stolen by a stranger, a man without looks to attract me, in whose arms I shall be entirely miserable." I threw myself against his chest and pretended to sob as his big, strong arms gently held me. With my hands to his chest and my arms folded up between us I could not press my belly to his staff without appearing artless and inelegant. Instead I bowed my head down and let my hands drop down his chest and stomach. "Kitty loves you as I do," I whispered. "You and she will have one another always and forever, and I will live alone in castles and mansions as you both share in one others' fruits." I knew my sentiments would break his heart. I smiled as I looked down. I slid my hands to his prick and caressed it with all my fingers. It had paused in its growth as he considered my words, but now my fingers were upon it with rousing intent, another instinct took over and it responded quickly to my nurturing. "If only we three could be away together. Leave this land and all its duties and limitations." I unbuckled him. His fearsome curve sprang forth from his opened britches. I curled my fingers about it and began to stroke him. He drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The thing was rampant in my hands, clearly eager again for the pleasures I had previously bestowed. "We would be happy together, wouldn't we?" I said, looking up into his eyes. "Nothing would make me happier, Miss Laura," he said with tears in his eyes. "I would serve you both, from sunrise to sunset." I wondered if he had been reading some rather cheap pamphlet poetry recently, and made sure I didn't give myself away by laughing. "Let me serve you now," I said, noting the sudden gleam in his eyes as he no doubt thought now of the first time I had said that to him, and all that had transpired since those small but potent words. Slowly I sank to my knees. John glanced behind to the doors and seemed relieved they were closed. His eyes came back to me as I contrived a tiny and feeble smile. He was a confliction of wanton desire and brotherly love. He would have me as often as he would protect me. I put my lips to his heated protrusion. The great bulbous head slipped into my mouth to be met by my inquisitive tongue. I licked as I sucked, and as I loved him with my mouth he caressed my cheek and loved me with heart and loin alike. Between my thighs my excitable pussy moistened as upon my chest my pert round breasts swelled and nipples stiffened. I tingled everywhere, and all waves of rushes within me seemed to head for the same single point. I had such a desire to feel Kitty's tongue there again. I sucked a little harder and I bobbed my head a bit faster. I had as much of him in my mouth as I was comfortable with and held tightly to the root as I sucked and licked his raging prick. John's breathing was ragged. His murmurs became moans and his hips began to motion as he started to fuck my mouth. I put my hands to his thighs and let him do as he pleased. My tongue worked quickly, sliding and gliding over his great head as I sucked him both harshly and softly. I had brought John to the brink of crisis and then tumbled him into rhapsody several times, and I knew well his stages of arrival. I gleaned subtle clues of his impending climax from the sound and rhythm of his breathing, from the growls in his throat and the groans on his lips, the motioning of loins and hips and the tensing of his hands and thighs, and most prevalently from the rushing of the blood in his engorged phallus, the pearls of treacle that came ever faster from the tip, and its menacing swelling. All these indicators were powerfully apparent, and I knew it would be just moments away. Quickly I stood and stepped back. "Oh, I shouldn't!" I gasped. "I want to more than anything, but I shouldn't!" I covered my eyes and fluttered my hand to gesture his pleaser. "You must put him away before I lose the struggle with my resolve," I said with confusion in my voice. His face was a mix of pleasure and pain and yearning and desire, I could see in his features the notions in his mind. He thought me unfair, that I was both wonderful to perform such a pleasure on him and sinfully iniquitous to cease before he had attained its conclusion. He saw me as lovely and sweet, pretty and desirable, but also teasing and selfish. As I wondered just how deeply he saw through my deceptions I affected tears again and through my fingers watched him tuck to bed his fallen champion. "I cannot, John. Not now. Oh, I'm so confused! Is it wrong to want you so, when my wedding is but weeks away? Am I wicked for giving you pleasures I fear to share with my betrothed? Oh, what is to happen?" I turned from him and cast myself upon a settee and hid my face as I pretended to sob. John was on one knee at my side a moment later. "My Lady, I never thought it was wrong. Not really. Not between us. I worry someone will see and make something bad out of it. But when I'm with you, like we've been, they're the most beautiful times of my life, and I'll always keep them in my mind. I sat up and took his kerchief. "You're right, of course," I said with a little sniffle. "May I keep this?" I said and twirled his kerchief between us a moment. "Of course!" he said, his tone to remind me it was mine to begin with. "Thank you, again. You've always been so good to me," I said and swept my hand along his jaw. "Will you forgive me for being so silly?" "Miss, you're not silly," he said urgently. "I am, John. I'm young and silly and have much to learn. What I hope is that you will always be my teacher." I leaned and kissed his lips. "Go now," I said. "Let me reflect. I have much to think about, and you have to organise the redecorating of the kitchens." He nodded and rose to leave. "Kitty asks after you," I said after he had retreated several steps, he smiled most handsomely. "I promised her we would again indulge as we did last night. Save yourself for when we three are one, and I shall send for you when the time is right." His smile widened a moment before he composed himself as a butler should. He bowed and backed away, before turning and leaving. I stood, dabbed my eyes and left his kerchief on the couch as I walked off into the garden to enjoy the summer breeze. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I had experienced an awakening and was eager for more. As if in response to the heating of my passions the summer sun had warmed the air by several degrees. I felt a new affinity with the flora and fauna that blossomed and scampered about my world. As I strolled barefoot through the garden it seemed all flowers turned their heads to smile in my direction. Young squirrels paused in their pursuit of play to watch me pass as their mothers' patiently endeavoured to teach them their skills. Papa's pristine white doves sat atop their cote and nodded down at me as they cooed their hellos. I stopped and bowed to the pretty creatures and bade them good day and blew her a kiss as I wished bon chance to mother squirrel. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 05 The breeze was a divinity, warm and pleasant upon my skin, a deep and sensuous sigh from a God bewitched by the beauty of the paradise he'd created, and at times it angled in such a way that I felt one of the naughtier deities was attempting to lift my delicate summer dress and chuckle at my blushes. I thwarted most of his attempts by the quickness of my hands, but feel sure he peeked as the fluttering material swished now and then to display all that hid beneath. Usually I remain close to the house, straying not far from the patio, but that morning I strolled beyond the gazebo and the lily pond, past the dove cote and the rowans, and continued on into the lower end of the garden. It seemed rather unkempt compared to the immaculate area immediate to the house, and behind the cover of the oaks and horse chestnuts the grass was long and the weeds high. The lush green fronds tickled my legs as I strolled through, holding out my hands to swish their hung heads and wake them from their napping. I hadn't been to the limits of the garden for several seasons and decided now to visit the oldest of the oaks, the mighty tree which had stood sentinel at the foot of our ancestral estate for hundreds of years, treading a careful zigzag course around fallen branches and rotted boughs to reach it. As I neared I heard tuneful whistling and found myself drawn to the sound without regard of who I might find making it. Beyond the gnarled and twisted trunk of the great Goliath I caught glimpse of a young man, no doubt one of the apprentice gardeners. Stealthily, I tiptoed closer and peered around the bark at him. Raising an axe above his head he brought the darkened metal down upon a defenceless section of log, positioned perfectly upon an age old stump. The wood split asunder and each half raced off in either direction as the young fellow exhaled a deep grunt of exertion. I hid myself behind the trunk and a moment later heard him whistling again as he moved here and there to collect the pieces. Seconds later 'clink clunk' went the halves as he threw them to the wood pile. I peered round again. He stood as before, poised to shatter another section of limb from one of Nature's giants. He was only steps from my tree, and as his arms lifted and his back flexed I noted every muscle and ripple in his torso. I judged him a year or two older than myself, and admired him in secret as the sweat glistened upon his back. Here in the depths of the garden the sunlight worked with equal strength to penetrate the slowly shifting cover of leaves, and in the bright shafts of gold sieved through the foliage tiny insects could be seen dancing in the air. The gardener's boy was bronzed across back and side as one who enjoys the constant pressing of the sun upon their skin. I watched him with surreptitious glances. He raised his axe again and held my eyes to his muscular arms, they glistened in the filtered light as though dusted with silver. He wore just shorts and boots without shirt or socks, and each preparatory stance tensed the muscles of his thighs into rigidity. I noted with some amusement the tunes he was whistling were sweet nursery rhymes, and he emphasized his actions with the occasional word or two from the songs. I put my hand to my mouth as I watched for fear of giggling and alerting him to my clandestine vigil. His axe came down once more and I moved a fraction to the side. "Oh bother!" I exclaimed as a twig cracked beneath my foot. As I lifted it to my hands and began to teeter over I saw my woodsman look over in alarm, his eyes widening as he saw me. I hopped sideways in an effort to retain my balance and felt rather foolish for not leaning into the tree. I was sure to fall over and embarrass myself before the youth, but with laudable speed and admirable dexterity he stepped once and pounced forth and I found myself a moment later caught in his arms. Still holding my foot I looked from his hand grasped firmly to my upper thigh to his face. Oh my! What flutterings my heart felt as I looked up into his bright blue eyes. He was handsome as he was strong. "Are you alright, missy?" he asked, releasing my thigh from his grasp. "Thank you, yes," I said, and tenderly placed my foot to the ground again, only to lift to my toes again as I feigned injurious pain to my sole. "Though I fear without you I would have taken quite a tumble," I said, looking up into his eyes again. He smiled down at me without a hint of bashfulness at holding a young girl in his arms. His hand still held to the small of my back, it felt comforting through the thin material of my dress. Though I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes they seemed intent on inspecting every little part of me as they drew down and up my form, betraying more than a passing admiration for my curvatures. Seemingly happy with all he beheld he looked once more into my eyes. I felt my heart quicken anew as he smiled. He tilted his head to the side as he put his bottom lip out to one corner and blew his breath up over his face. The thick golden-brown curls that hung half wetted with sweat and half dried with the heat swished a little and dropped back into the exact same place. "Hmph," he murmured. I giggled at him a moment before wincing as I attempted to once more lower my foot. "Looks like you've hurt yourself," he said with astonishing perception, and before I could utter a word I gasped as I felt myself lifted from the ground. His motions were too quick to caution him to desist as he leaned and slipped his arm behind my knees, and a moment later I was scooped up in his strong, muscular arms and carried to his wood pile. "Where are you taking me?" I demanded, but receiving no answer I was Instead offered the loveliest smile and felt certain his aim was to care for rather than to assault me. "Can you just hop here a moment?" he asked as he set me down beside the cut and split logs. "I think so, yes," I said and leant on the tallest part of the pile, wondering what he would do next. "Good. Won't be a moment, missy," he said and proceeded to arrange the logs into a familiar configuration. "Let's get you somewhere to sit." I laughed as I watched him. "You're building me a chair?" I asked. "Well, not quite a chair," he said. "But the finest seat I can sort right now for the finest girl I've ever seen." His words made me blush, but I thought him especially lovely as he toiled to show me comfort. "Oh come, the finest girl? Surely you've seen finer?" I coyly asked. "Never before in my life, missy. P'raps my sister was as beautiful as you. How about you and her are the finest?" he said with a grin and held out an arm to draw my eyes back to the seat within the log pile. "Agreed," I said with a chuckle. He stepped to me and, without so much as a nod for permission, scooped me again in his arms. I lay cradled against his broad chest. My eyes flicked to his skin, it mirrored the golden-brown of his long, curly hair. He had a smell of exertion, but not of corruption, it was earthy and manly and I found myself comparing him to John. "Here we go," he said and placed me upon my seat. "Pardon my familiar-ness, missy," he added as I settled and crossed one leg over the other. As he winked, grinning most attractively, I laughed at his funny attempt at propriety. "Consider yourself pardoned," I said, feeling rather like Titania as she flirted with her common labourer while Oberon caused mayhem elsewhere in the forest. His eyes danced about my form and he seemed most entranced by the fullness of my breast and smoothness of my legs. When he looked up into my eyes again I glanced at his axe, dropped to the floor when he rushed so chivalrously to my aid. I looked back to him expectantly and as he began to move I reached out and took his hand in mine. He offered no resistance as I gave a little tug and drew him back again. I wonder if he knew my game, for he stumbled back towards me and had to put a hand to the logs to prevent himself falling. His balance was surely as attuned as his muscles were toned, and in letting a slight young girl pull him so he ended the perfect distance from me to be kissed. I tilted back my head as I leaned forward and pecked a little kiss to his full lips then sat quickly back, with lowered face and raised eyes I gifted him a coquettish smile and lightly fluttering lashes. His returning smile was his most handsome yet and his eyes burned within mine as he remained in place, perhaps wondering if I might kiss him again. It was he in fact who kissed me. I knew I was to be kissed, for his actions were neither quick nor furtive as those of a thief might be. Instead he slowly lifted a hand to my cheek, holding gently to my soft skin while holding my gaze in his beautiful azure eyes. I had time to deny him, to slap away his hand and protest impropriety, but in the subtleties of my acquiescence he sensed equal desire to be lip to lip with him in a more than brief way. He slowly leaned close and I let the merest of sighs escape my lips just as he brought his to mine. He kissed with sensuality and with feeling, with care and attentiveness. His concern was as much for my pleasure as for his own, and as our tongues curled and rolled in a seductive ballet I felt as though we had practised each a thousand times to reach this perfection. I expected his hand upon my thigh or breast, and was prepared to uncross my legs or arch my back for him in which ever manner he chose to enjoy me. But instead he broke his lips from mine, kissed them once more and stood. I sat near breathless on my throne of wood as my bronzed saviour smiled down with eyes of brightest blue. "You have a very lovely kiss," he said as he stepped back and took up his axe once more. "Thank you, so do you," I said, feeling heat within my cheeks. He seemed not to know who I was, and I wondered if he might ask. As he worked he glanced often at me, his smile always handsome as he observed each part of me in differing quantities. I crossed my right leg over my left, drawing his gaze down my shin to my toes, and laid my hands out to each side. The seat, I noted, was big enough for two, and I wondered if his plan was to seat himself beside me. "Is your foot alright, missy?" he asked, eyeing it as I held it out and wriggled my toes. "No," I replied. "I fear I may not make it to the house on my own, and even should I survive that far there is still the quackery of carpenter-doctors to avoid." I hadn't meant for my reply to amuse him, it was rather an attempt to spur him into offering to carry me home, but instead he chuckled, though warmly and not at me. "Why don't you take a break?" I suggested. "Can't, missy. Mulligan says this has to be done by mid-after, and by my reckoning that gives me just enough time to finish." He swung his axe and split asunder another log. I glanced about me. "Is it really necessary to chop so much wood? The fires need not be lit, and the boilers and ovens surely require far less than you have already prepared." I could in fact have watched him chop logs for the entire afternoon as I sat upon my pauper's throne. His bronzed torso held my eyes with an intensity not lost upon him. He knew my looks and glances, and made all effort to proudly display himself to my scrutinies. "It's not really about the logs, missy," he explained, pausing to lean on his axe after letting the head drop to the trodden down grass. " Although the garden needs to be kept tidy. It's about Mulligan being a.." he stopped, his eyes raised up as though searching for an acceptable term. I slowly nodded, implying I knew his thoughts. He shrugged and swung his axe again. "I only just started here, don't really know my way around yet and I get all the tough jobs." "I am sorry to hear that," I said without a trace of regret. His bronzed torso shone with each catching of the sun shards that broke through the leaves. Much excitement stirred within me. The abruptness with which I had cancelled John's enjoyment may have left me giggling at his torment, but flames, whether they be of ported ships or carnal lust, travelled quickly from one vessel to another and I had fires of passion raging within me. I decided now to deceive and delight my delicious woodsman. "Perhaps I might have a word with the butler, have him persuade this Mulligan to go a little easier on you," I offered as I languidly swayed my foot. He stopped his labours, looking along my leg and up to my eyes. "How are you going to do that?" he asked with a slight frown, then set a chunk of wood upon the ancient stump and picked up his axe. "I doubt he'd listen to you, missy." He chuckled and brought the weapon squarely down upon the wood. "Thanks all the same though," he added. "He will listen to me, I assure you. He is extremely fond of me," I said with a smile. The wood chopper straightened and looked at me quizzically. "Who are you then?" he finally asked. "It's customary for a gentleman to introduce himself before asking a lady her name," I said, considering this to be the longest conversation I'd had with someone whose name I did not yet know. "A gentleman, huh?" he grinned. "Well, I'm not a gentleman, missy, I'm just a lad. But pleased to make your acquaintance all the same. I'm Brendan." He smiled most handsomely and drew his arm across his forehead, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Hello, Brendan," said I with a smile of my own. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance also. My name is Kitty, and I must offer you my sincerest gratitude for saving me just now from a fate worse than death. I may very well have fallen had you not dashed to save me." I swished my toes in the air, drawing his glance. "My kiss was a thank you," I added with a coy smile. "Think nothing of it, missy. It was my pleasure." His smile turned to a grin as he said, "Mine was a you're welcome." He and I shared a laugh together. I found him perfectly refreshing company. He was so different from John and Kitty and the other workers, he acted more like a friend and equal. My presence didn't seem to faze him at all as it did the others. Perhaps because even now he appeared not to know my identity or place within the household. I wondered what he thought of me, of who or what he thought I was. "Kitty, huh?" he said as he tossed the split wood to the pile. I watched the pieces land several feet away then returned my eyes to his. "That's a very sweet and lovely name, I think it suits you just right." "What a charmer you are, Brendan!" I giggled. "I bet you say such things to every girl you rescue." "Only the pretty ones," he chuckled, and again brandished his chopper, smashing it down upon a helpless section of wood. Naughty thoughts pervaded my mind. Each ripple and flex of his well toned musculature held my gaze entranced. The sheen of his labours glistened in the dappled light of the lazy afternoon. And within his shorts I saw the outline of a tool equal in fortitude and power to that of his axe. I watched him a moment, noting the way his eyes beheld me, and imagined his exertions a result of pleasures I would gladly surrender to him. He let down his axe again. For sitting so close and in so secluded a place with a man brandishing a weapon of such terrifying consequence should it be used for ill, I felt surprisingly secure with him. He viewed me curiously as I casually toyed with the hem of my dress. "What is it you do around here, Kitty?" he asked. "I expect that to be a question with as many answers as people positioned adequately close for it to be put," I said with a smile. His confusion was adorable. Remaining silent he raised a hand to his hair and drew it through his thick, curly locks. They ruffled and bounced back into place. I could not quite tell if he was considering my response or merely admiring my form, for his sky-blue eyes drifted hither and thither about my person. Whilst not as short of some of my more daring dresses the one I wore was certainly as slender and silky. As I fingered the hem I drew the wispy material up my thigh and made to stand. His eyes began to glow with a familiar fire as they sighted upon the action of my hand. My answer, and subsequent showing of leg had distracted him from his question, and now I began to my feet it was abandoned all together. "Brendan, I insist you put down your axe and sit with me," I said. He looked torn. Clearly he wanted nothing more than to seat himself beside me, but alas too much significance is placed upon task and chore by those who lack the privilege to disregard life's trivialities, and Brendan would court consequence should he ignore the job entrusted to him. These lower orders did like to build their own miniature kingdoms, rife with hierarchy and governance, and the head gardener Mulligan ruled his little empire with a whip in his hand. I had a mind to not just elevate Brendan, but to topple the paper crown from atop Mulligan's head. Besides, I rather think Brendan was enjoying showing himself off to me. He was wise to the way my eyes followed each and every tensing of his perfectly sculpted muscles as he proudly displayed them for me. I, of course, indulged my new peacock, and constantly flattered him not just with flirtatious smiles and prettied eyes but also with the occasional flicker of tongue across my bottom lip as I studied his masculine form. Impatient to again test the firmness of his taut skin I stood and as I put my foot to the grass I feigned a magnitude of injury great enough to render me incapable of walking. With a gasp I let myself stumble forward, knowing my chivalrous woodsman would again leap to my rescue. He did not disappoint, and once more I found myself held by arms capable of both tremendous might and exceptional tenderness. In the motion of collapse and salvation I contrived to slip my arms about his shoulders and as I pressed to his chest he held me to him. I swirled my fingers into his hair as I felt the fullness of his breaths and bulges. I sighed my saviours name and wrapped my arms ever tighter around him. His hands lay first upon my hips, then spurred by the sensuality of my embrace and the scant-ness of my dress they slid first to the small of my back before one ventured to explore more southerly regions. I sighed against his chest as his hand petted the lightest of squeezes to my soft, round bottom. His scent filled my senses, his smooth chest was both soft and hardened simultaneously, and against my fluttering belly I felt the slowly extending bulge of his tool pressing against me. I leaned back my head and looked up into his eyes and saw passion and desire, lust and carnality. Yet too I saw deference, and felt even now he would make no move to take that which was not offered without equivocation. "Would you like to kiss me again?" I softly purred. His hand moved down over my bottom onto my thigh, and as it drew back up again my dress slid silkily with it. "More than I'd like to chop wood, missy," he said with a devilish grin and pulled me tighter to his body. I was up on my tiptoes as his lips dipped to meet mine. His kiss was like half-tamed lightning, and my tongue flicked across his lips and invited his into my mouth. I moved a hand to his chest and ran my fingertips over his breast muscles, and as his tongue swirled around mine my index finger traced similar patterns around his nipple. His hand slid to my bottom, fingers pressing into the crease where thigh meets cheek. He would find nothing but nakedness. I drew my injured foot up his calf and slid my inner thigh up his leg. As it moved higher his other hand dropped to assist, and held my leg against his own while our lips pressed and kisses and tongues licked and lapped. With my dress to my waist his fingers slipped first between my cheeks then moved round to glide teasingly for a moment between my legs and up over the curve of my moistening pussy. I whimpered against his lips as his fingers tickled over my erotically imbued clit. He ignored my sighed entreaties and continued his hand upwards, pushing up my dress until he had possession of my breasts. I was at his mercy and, whether I was myself or my handmaid, he could have all he wanted. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 05 Letting go of my thigh he pushed with both hands my dress until it bunched above my breasts. I curled my leg about his hip and let him lean me back. He held my hands as I performed an arabesque display of eroticism for his impassioned eyes to devour. "You're beautiful," he softly said. "More beautiful than your sister?" I asked with a flutter of my lashes. His head nodded with languid vigour. "Yes," he said, nodding still as his eyes beheld me. "Yes, more beautiful than she." His brilliant blue eyes, resplendent with a dazzling lustre gazed down at the prettiness I kept snugly tucked between my thighs. I took one hand from his, leaving him free to play his fingers upon my person wherever he should choose. As I put my fingertip to his chest and began to slowly slide it down over his stomach he slid his arm around me and drew me closer. Holding me so, his fingers tickled between my legs, fetching little gasps and purrs from my lips even as he pressed his own to them. His hands were large, his fingers beginning to roughen from the endless days he applied his al fresco trade, but as they wriggled upon my dampened flower and opened the petals of my pussy they felt as soft to me as feathers. I had need to draw in a gasp and hold my breath as he began to slide a thick and tensed finger up inside me. I clutched him tightly, gripping the biceps that had so enticed me. My pretty panting and the clutching of my hands seemed to draw him into ever deeper oceans of desire. My dress had dropped, caught now on his wrist as his finger worked like magic within me and, as Nature weaved its potent spell upon us both, I began to feel delirious as my head dizzied with sensation. "You like that, don't you, missy?" he said, his teeth perfect within his smile. The appellation amused me, and I felt for a moment so utterly common. Like perhaps a country girl, leading the simplest of lives in the fields away from the duties and hypocrisies of class. I nodded as a little whimper escaped my open lips. "You'll like this too," he assured, and lowered himself to his knees. I knew what he was about, but still gasped, "Oh!" as one new to the experience might. He pushed up my hem with his other hand and, without conscious instruction, I took it in both of mine and lifted my dress for him. His finger still played in and out as his tongue joined with my clit and began to lick. I lifted my poor injured foot and draped my leg over his shoulder. His other arm held around me, his hand clasped to the cheek of my bottom and at least two of his fingers slid fully in between. "Oh, Brendan!" I gasped as he licked and sucked, fingered and caressed. I was transported. Heaven's clouds wisped about my ankles as cherubs plucked their harps in the air and birds sang their poems in the trees. As my heel beat a trembling tattoo upon his back I felt a quivering in my other leg that I feared would lead me to fall and had to abandon my hold on my lifted hem in favour of clutching to his hair and shoulder. As he held me he pulled tight my dress and his tongue continued to flicked about between my thighs. Whilst not as tender and graceful at the act as Kitty I found him equally proficient, and as I panted ever quicker the rapture of paradise overcame all other senses. I felt like Eve beneath the apple tree, ignoring the hiss of a snake in favour of the fruits of Adam. I wanted to be so immodest, so wanton and wild, and as the nectar of my excitement spilled upon the axe-man's tongue I felt the kiss of celestial seraphs upon my lips. There were moments just then, the merest fractions of an eternal second, when my head became dizzy to the point of delirium and whether my eyes were open or closed it mattered not for all I saw were stars. I felt myself lifted, by angel or axe man I knew not until the moment had passed and I was sat on my throne of wood again, my inner thighs wet with wonderful sin and my legs lewdly spread as my hero leant between them. He was resting on his hands, his face inches from mine and his lush red lips arced in a smile. "Oh, Brendan!" I sighed breathily. "That was magical!" I brought my hands to his beautiful chiselled face and swept my toes up his thigh as I kissed him. His succulent lips were coated with my perfume and his tongue awash with my liqueur as we kissed with modesty cast aside. "Kitty, you're so lovely. You taste so sweet. You're the prettiest girl I've ever known. I love you! I want you!" he enthused, punctuating his phrases with delicious kisses. "Do you really love me?" I asked, between the pressing of his lips. "Yes! More than I ever thought possible," he said. His eyes were so beautiful, shining an inner light to rival that of the summer sun. I wondered if his words were just bluster, to woo me into surrendering to the might of his cock. Clearly he was taken by me, and obviously he liked me very much, but if he truly loved me already I knew not, nor did I much care. "No-one's ever made me feel like that before," I told him, disguising my fib with a breathless tone of inexorable desire. "I love you too. I want you. Do you want me? Take me if you want me. Right here and now!" I slid my hands down his handsome chest and over his rippled stomach as he kicked off his boots. Surrendering myself to the will of the opera, I played the role for which women receive such ebullient accolades from their male counterparts. With quick hands and deft fingers I loosed his buckle and pushed his shorts from his hips. Springing from within came his mighty axe. Its magnificence had heart and thighs fluttering alike and in the seconds he took divesting himself of his shorts I sat back open mouthed as I viewed it. "Do you like it, missy?" he asked, knowing the answer within my features and making the question entirely superfluous. It held my gaze with hypnotic intensity, big and powerful, dark and potent. Its thickness brought awe, its length induced trembles. The shaft was straight, like the General's, and the head large and plum-purple like both before it. As I clasped both hands around it I looked up into his eyes. "Yes," I whispered, and nodded ever so slightly. His beautiful blue eyes took on a dreamy glaze as my fingers toyed and touched. I looked down again at the impressive implement, enjoying its heat and hardness in my dainty hands. Without words he leant on one hand alone as he brought his other hand to my middle and lifted the little hem of my dress. I was again naked to his impassioned eyes. I felt the crimson flush in my cheeks and affected shyness as I refused to look up at him and asked, "Will you put it in me?" "God yes!" he said with a growl and snatched the awful object from my grip. His hips moved forth and he rubbed the great head up and down the curve of my pussy, spreading my lips around it. I shuddered upon my throne and purred a long and sensual murmur of pleasure as he thrilled me with it. I knew I was not his first, for he had technique and experience and needed no guidance finding his way around. My wetness was like a spring, making slippery all that it splashed upon, and the crown of his prick shone with my honey. I so enjoyed the patting and rubbing of his manhood upon my sensitive clit. Dreams could be dreamt all afternoon as my handsome blonde axe man excited me so. But even though fun he found it I knew his thrust would not wait for ever. It happened moments later, as he toyed the large blunt end of his prick into my tight wet opening. I yielded with a pleasured gasp as he slowly slid his wondrous weapon up me. My arms went about his neck and my nails dug into his shoulders. He began slowly, drawing it out to the tip then pushing it back within until he had its entirety tightly gripped inside, but soon he cast aside his sensual temperance and I was fucked with increasing fervour. The wondrous thing stretched and filled me and knew every part of me. Even as he took me he told me he loved me. I replied in kind as I planned my next move. "Am I your sweetheart?" I panted. "Yes. For ever, Kitty!" he replied, equally without breath. I was lifted from the logs and held to him. I gripped tightly with arms and legs as he bounced me upon his thrusting prick. "I don't want you suffering here with awful tasks. I'll talk to the Lady of the house and have her promote you," I said, panting to his ear. "You can do that?" he asked. He turned and stepped to the tree from behind which I had first seen him. "Yes!" I gasped, more from the pleasure I was receiving upon his charmer than in answer to his question. He put his straightened arms to the trunk and stilled his hips, allowing me to bounce my lively bottom up and down as I rested heavily on his shoulders. It was a thrill I found immensely enjoyable, and his nakedness through my delicate thin dress seemed then to boost my excitement. I was turned again and removed from his great tool before being spun around and bent over the wood pile. I pushed my bottom up for him in a way I knew he would find irresistible, and cried out with pleasure as he again filled my pussy with his rampant prick. My arms were pulled back as he used my own limbs for leverage, and even after he released them again he next pulled back my hair. I found both to be exciting beyond measure, and urged him on with cries and gasps and calls for more. When he warned of his impending eruption I feared he may complete within me, but instead he withdrew and pulled me with it and I found myself spun around and pushed to my knees before him as he wildly fisted his solid protrusion. I quickly lifted my dress up again until it bunched atop my thrust out breasts and urged him to anoint me with his seed. He was magnificent, glistening with sweat, beautiful and handsome with bright blue eyes and long golden curls. Adam was naked within his garden, and Eve had now her dress lifted and resting atop her aroused breasts. The uncontrollable beast lurched and spat its sticky sweets at me. With widened eyes and opened mouth I watched him shower my chest with copious spurts of hot syrup. He groaned and growled all the while. I gasped and giggled, pushing my arms to the sides of my breasts to squeeze them further together. He stood breathing hard, legs wide and knees bent, his fallen conqueror bowing its head as though shamed by its assault upon me. I showed him I loved all his gifts as I dipped my head and sucked the end into my mouth. After a moment I stood and pulled down my dress. It stuck to my chest and became transparent with wetness. "Oh my! Look at me!" I gasped. "I must go, Brendan." I quickly leant on his shoulders and kissed his lips, but was not quick enough to avoid the slide of his arm around me. "Please let me go?" I asked, and was pleasantly surprised as he dutifully relented. "Finish your chopping," said I, "then wait until tomorrow morning until I have had chance to speak on your behalf. Tell no-one else of our pleasure today, but when you see the butler tomorrow tell him of our meeting and remind him to speak with Mulligan. I promise all will be well, my love!" I kissed him again and turned and skipped away. "Your foot?" he called after me. "Oh, it seems to be better now!" I called back and ran with quickened steps back to the house. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I sneaked in through the west drawing room and up to my chambers, avoiding John and any other servants and burst into my room in a state of some breathlessness to find a startled Kitty look up from making my bed. "Oh, Miss," she said breezily, then looked at me curiously. "What happened to you?" she asked with alarm. "Oh, Kitty!" I gasped and pressed into her arms. I took off my dress and pulled her onto the bed with me, clutching her face to my breasts as I proceeded to tell her in inventive detail of how John had flirted with me and I had succumbed to the power of his lust. I made her promise not to speak of it to him as I stroked her hair and breathed in the scent of sex upon my body. Kitty was a treasure. She kissed and licked all that she thought John had bestowed upon me and assured me my secrets were hers. I had her shower and dress me again, and left her to wash my dress in the bathroom as I went in search of John. I asked him if he knew where Kitty had been earlier and told him she had disappeared for a time. We talked in the conservatory, and as Brendan walked with shirt in hand across the lawn I pointed him out to John. "That boy there, do you know him?" I asked. "Not really, Miss," he said. "He hasn't worked here long and I haven't had chance to talk with him yet." "Speak with him tomorrow morning," I said. "I think he could be the fellow Kitty made mention of when I found her again. Blonde and handsome, yes that must be him. She seemed to think Mulligan ought to be a little easier on him, though I'm unsure as to how she would know that, and when I asked her she became somewhat invasive." I paused to look thoughtful. "I will, Miss," John assured. "Thank you, John," I said with a smile. "Do not question him about it directly, but if you could find out for me how he and Kitty are acquainted I would be most grateful." "Certainly, Miss. I'll see what I can find out." "Good, but speak of none of it to Kitty, I would rather she tell me herself without feeling pressured or worried. I'm sure she will in due course," I said then turned and left, hiding my smile from his eyes as he no doubt cast his glare upon Brendan. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 06 Keeping John sufficiently engaged with the direction of several time consuming tasks of little import, I went in search of the head gardener. Mulligan was ensconced within his tin fortress set at the ever shaded side of the house. He was most surprised to see me open the door to his ramshackle shed and peer inside. "Mister Mulligan?" I spoke to the dusty darkness. "Lady Dashwood!" he said with notable astonishment, and immediately rose to his feet and began towards me. Had he remained silent I think I may very well have missed his presence entirely, for he was quite hidden amongst the rustic clutter of his rusting realm. "How nice of you to stop by," he said with a grin lacking in a full set of teeth. I remained in the doorway, feeling a sudden discomfort I had not expected as awful visions of ill intent alarmed my mind. He stood before me with hand outstretched as though he expected me to place there my own and allow it to be kissed. I looked from his thick and grubby fingers up to his dark and craggy eyes and raised my brows until the rough fellow withdrew his arm again. "I was saying to your father just the other week how little we see of you in here," he said, widening his castellated smile as his eyes looked not at mine but rather pressed their salacious gaze about my form in a most impertinent manner. "Do not be facetious with me, Mister Mulligan," I cautioned him, and wished now I had dressed rather more conservatively as his age-lined eyes roved shamelessly about my bust and cleavage. He looked to my eyes again as the smell of gin became ever more pungent. "Begging your pardon, Lady," he said with hints of both bow and sarcasm. Try as I may I could not keep my mind from picturing how easy it would be for this tall and strongly built fellow to pull me into his den and have his way with me over one of his mowers. He had none of the obsequious deference the house staff showed me. He was un-courteous and uncouth, and whilst he had the greatest respect for my Father I feel his long standing resentment towards me stemmed from the unchangeable fact that I was a girl. Had I been born a boy I am sure from a very young age he would have regaled me with tales of drunken fights and conquests of loose women. "Come in," he said, sweeping his arm to gesture his squalid province as he turned sideways. "I'm sure I can find somewhere pleasurable to put you." "I did not come here to be put or pleasured," I said with what I hoped was a sufficiently indignant glare. I rather think it failed because the gardener tipped back his head and laughed uproariously. "No, I'm sure you didn't, little Lady," he said, still chuckling. "Will there be music again tonight, Lady Dashwood?" he added with a knowing smile. I had a frown for him I hoped would tighten his tongue, but instead he winked and made a little click sound with his mouth. "How I choose to adopt my time is of no consequence to you, Mister Mulligan. Your business is gardening and I suggest you direct your focus exclusively to that task from now on." I considered walking away, as I knew Mulligan was a breed so stuck in his ways no manner of verbal chastisement would deter him from his insolence, but I would by no means shy from his classless intimidations. Still he pressed his gaze about my body, enjoying curves and undulations he would have to take by force should his lust ever overcome his logic. I had never felt especially comfortable around him, yet here in the doorway to his dark and dingy domain I felt a chill that the golden bright of summer had no hope of warming. His laboured breath, weighted with cheap gin, sounded deep and heavy in the silence of the shack and I desired to stay no longer than was entirely necessary. "What have you come here for then?" he said, and pulled a grotty kerchief from inside his tattered tweed waistcoat, then proceeded to rudely snort into the shabby cloth before opening it before him as though expecting diamonds and pearls to have fallen from his nose. He grinned down at me as he shoved the filthy square of material back into his pocket. "I understand you have a new employee," I said, ignoring his attempts to revolt me. "The blue eyed Wellsleigh boy?" he interrupted. "Wellsleigh?" I said, my surprise unchecked. Mulligan laughed, and I felt sure he thought himself particularly significant just then as he revelled in his esoteric position of knowledge. "You didn't know?" he said, barely concealing the laugh in his voice and the glee in his eyes. "Clearly I did not," I told him with increasing irritation. I waited a moment for him to explain, but it soon became apparent that he preferred to savour what he no doubt considered to be some form of victory. "Perhaps you might avail yourself of my appreciation by explaining the circumstances of his appointment?" I said in a calm attempt to draw him down from his lofty perch. "And just how 'appreciative' are you going to be, Lady?" he said with the rudest of grins. "Either you tell me or I'll have your awful little hovel burnt to the ground while you find yourself cast into the gutter," I said with a frown. "Steady on, little Lady," he said with lifted hands and the sort of laugh one might employ to placate an obstreperous child. I looked from his thick and oil smudged fingers to his spirited eyes, narrowing my own as I fixed them upon him. "No need to get upset," he chuckled. I was on the verge of storming off after a final threat and putting into practise all I deemed him to deserve, but perhaps he sensed the limits of my toleration for he dropped his joviality and began to explain. "The pretty blonde angel, Brendan, isn't it?" he said questioningly. I folded my arms across my breasts and tipped my weight onto one leg. "He used to work for Lord Wellsleigh. He's here now on Lord Dashwood's say so." He paused to await my reaction. I didn't give him the satisfaction and instead stood passively. "Have to treat him like he's made of china, too," he added derisively. I had many questions about this development but, even though he would have assumptions and hypotheses to impart, Mulligan would be ignorant of the facts. "From what I hear you've treated him with far less care than one should exercise when handling bone china." "Oh? And where'd you hear that?" "That's none of your concern. Just be sure to remember when handing out the gardeners' tasks that Brendan has not only my fondness by also the consideration of two Lords." I turned to leave, but paused and looked back at him as I half turned. His eyes were upon my bottom, and only slowly raised up my side as I addressed him again. "The gazebo needs treating. Have him stain the wood tomorrow, late morning. I expect I can trust you to manage that simple task to my liking?" "Little Lady," he said with a sly grin and a slight bow, "I would do everything to your liking." "I doubt that very much," I said and looked up at the ivy that clung to the stones of the northeast wall as I left. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * By evening Kitty had returned from her errands and I allowed her to dine with me at the table. John served us as though she were every bit the Lady I was, and I could sense in his demeanour an itching desire to ask a flood of questions. I denied him the opportunity, dismissing him with flirtatious smiles once trays were placed and glasses filled. Kitty viewed him with widened eyes and restless hips, squirming under his gaze as he served her, and no doubt had statements and questions of her own. Each time I saw her about to speak I commented on aspects of dinner and the day. My pets fought their urges to talk of things other than the subjects their Mistress deemed suitable, and I in turn fought my own urge to giggle at them. As I replenished my strength with a light meal Kitty prodded her fork at the foie gras and wrinkled her nose at the quail's eggs, nudging them about her plate and attempting to hide them beneath salad leaves as she tilted her head this way or that. I said she ought to at least try everything and, with her eyes so tightly closed it made her little upturned nose wrinkle, she popped a quail egg into her mouth and quickly chewed, opening her eyes again a moment later to announce, "It tastes a lot like a normal egg!" "Try the pâté too," I suggested, and she lifted a forkful to her mouth and slipped it inside, only to poke out her tongue and screw up her face as she swallowed. Although unable to describe quite how it tasted, other than it being horrible, I suspect her pallet found it too rich. I chuckled as she squirmed, and giggled as she drank her Château d'Arche as quickly as if it were fruit juice then proceeded to cough and splutter and almost drop her glass. "Kitty, you're so sweet!" I laughed. "But do remind me not to take you to the opening of the Savoy in August." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It was several days before I was due to visit my dear friend Charlotte Wellsleigh and questions would have to wait, besides, Papa would be returning the next evening and I would have my answers from him. I had initially felt indignation upon discovering myself to be a pawn in their games, however as I gave it further thought I became endeared to their choice of gift. Charlotte had such vivid and bright blue eyes, the most radiant of sapphires that no kingdom's crown could justly match. Her hair flowed like soft spun gold and shimmered like a field of corn in sun and breeze. She displayed skin of blemishless porcelain, and her beauty stole the breath of onlookers as their fervid eyes followed the curves and contours of her perfection. She was my closest and dearest friend and I had loved her like a sister all my life. How sweet of her to send me a handsome boy with pretty blue eyes and hair almost as golden as her own. As I rested my bottom upon the parapet of my balcony and looked out across the garden I wondered if she herself had tamed him from youthful male clumsiness and trained him into the attentive and talented lover he had been for me that morning. I remembered his kiss, as I compared it to Charlotte's I recognised her technique and desired to discover if she too had taught him the skills he demonstrated with his tongue. I remembered also the holding of my neck within his teeth and would gauge by her blushes whether he had practised that prowess upon her. Eager though I was to see her, and indeed her siblings and parents, I knew preparations were being made within the Wellsleigh household that precluded me until complete, and I had a depth of patience unshared by she who looked to me now from the door to my chambers. "Miss Laura?" she said with a voice as soft as the evening breeze. I turned to her and smiled. "Yes, Kitty?" "Are you going to let John come in tonight?" "No," I said and stood. Kitty looked crestfallen, which was not my intent just then. I walked to her and took her hands in mine. "Not tonight. Very soon, but not tonight," I assured her. She looked up from her feet with eyes less sad and a smile more bright. "Instead I'm going to teach you how to talk and how to dress," I said and let her lift my hands as she raised her own to her mouth. We kissed one another's fingers and our eyes glittered with the glints of stars. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kitty had always admired all aspects of my deportment and seemed as bewitched herself as the men who eyed my natural elegance and provocative poise. She had often stated, by direct pouting or less than subtle asides, her desire to dress and speak as I did, and I had on occasion wondered whether during my time in France she had indeed worn any of my dresses. I found her to be a surprisingly adept study and by the turning of the eleventh hour I had instilled within her some of the elementary standards of class. Kitty was a delight, all to her was a game to be enjoyed and giggled at and she had not a care in the world. "Kitty, you're awfully excitable tonight," I chuckled as she skipped along the little corridor that led from my bathing room. Her plump little bottom jiggled most alluringly with her quickened steps. "Is it awful?" she asked, stopping only once she had reached the bed. The lightness of my laugh infected her with giggles of her own as she again lifted the delicate, white silk gown I had gifted her and held it to her curves. "No, dear, it's lovely. Only lovely," I said, and sat for my hair to be brushed. Kitty bounced on to my bed and crawled behind me, brush in hand. She sang a sweet lullaby as she carefully stroked and brushed my long black locks with hand and brush. I closed my eyes and listened with delight to her sweet songs as the warmth of her soft skin comforted my own. A sigh escaped my lips as I felt the press of her lips to the back of my neck, and remembered again the king of beasts who had held me with his teeth that very morning. "Bite my neck," I whispered. "Miss?" "Only with softness," said I. Kitty clutched my shoulders, holding aside my hair as she put her teeth to my skin. "Turn your head," I instructed, and purred in all deliciousness as Kitty did exactly as Brendan had. The action invoked memories in not just mind but in body too as the sanctum of my sex remembered the sliding of his prick, opening and stretching me around its majesty. "Oh, again!" I sighed and laid back onto her as I thought of my lion. Kitty must have assumed I meant her because she tried once more to bite the back my neck, and unable to reach she instead bit to the side. I brought up my arm and ran my fingers into her hair. "Miss, may I sleep with you tonight?" she whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes as I smiled. How perspicacious she was to choose such a perfect moment when all barriers were down and defences successfully rendered ineffective. "Yes," I said and glanced at the clock above the piano as Kitty draped her form upon the bed and softly stroked my thigh. "The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers to bed, 'tis almost fairy time," I said to the clock hands, then looked over my shoulder at her. My smile was received by a frown which lived only in the fleeting second it took the timepiece to herald the ending of one day and the beginning of the next. Kitty pounced to hands and knees, all smiles again as she crawled to the pillows and drew back the white satin sheet. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * As day follows night, the morning followed the evening, and all its play and pleasures were repeated upon the rising of the sun. As pretty birds sang pleasing songs and new air carried scents of flowers to my senses I awoke from sensual dreams to the carnal caress of reality. A stroking hand about my hip, the light press of soft lips upon my belly, and the slow slide of a warm and wet tongue across my skin. I awoke with a purr, and opened my eyes with a sigh, as the tickle of her hair danced over my skin like the tingles one gets whilst lightning strikes the ground close by. I lowered my arm from the pillow and breathed her name as I drew my fingers through her beautiful midnight-black hair. I was wished good morning, and so far I deemed it to be as perfect as the mornings God had envisioned when he created the world. "Kiss me," I whispered. "Where?" she asked. "Here," said I, tapping a finger to the alter of Aphrodite. Her lips became a pout as she pressed a peach-soft kiss with passion fruit sensuality. She held to me. I felt the slightest of pressure as she sucked her lips to my silken skin. Life had treasures and pleasures, and to awake beneath her lips was a joy without rival. Her kiss slowed and her lips lessened their touch. I felt them as acutely as if they had been my own. The warmth of her breath heated me. The sound was as Divine as any chorus of angels. "Kiss me more," I whispered and began to draw up my knees. She lifted her supple form from my leg and settled once more between my slowly spreading thighs. Her hands touched to my knees and slid upwards as I arched my back. My skin began to tingle in the moments of waiting, as though a thousand tiny feathers swirled over my body. Her soft lips, wetted by the lick of her tongue, played upon my pussy. I shivered as I gripped the satin of my bed sheet. She peppered little kisses between my legs, her hands to my inner thighs. I sighed as she teased. My breasts swelled upon my chest. My strawberry nipples firmed as they extended. "More," I sighed. Her tongue slid up the curve of my sex, opening my lips. I moistened with arousal as she licked the wetness of her tongue up and down my fizzy slit. It swirled against my tingling button. Her lips kissed and sucked. I sighed my shortening breaths to the canopy of my bed as farm-boy and milkmaid paused in their eternal chase to tilt their eyes down at me. The tip of her quickly flickering tongue rendered me insensible as it danced about my clit. I arched my back and brought my hands to my breasts, squeezing as I trapped my aroused nipples between my fingers. "Yes," I breathed as she darted her tongue inside me, sucking my heated pussy with her widely opened mouth. The sensual sounds of her murmurs magnified my excitement as they were heard in the air and felt through the skin. Her agitation increased, boosted perhaps by my own. She pushed her hands on the backs of my thighs to further spread my legs, forcing my knees higher and my legs wider as she twisted her head this way and that and sucked with lips as she licked with tongue my trembling, honeyed sex. "Oh, Kitty!" I gasped. "Kitty, make me come!" Her wondrous tongue loved with licks my clit and opening and the sensitive curvature between. I squeezed with all tightness my breasts, and punished with twisting pinches my ever tingling nipples as I arched my back and sang her praises to the heavens. Delirium came as I did, breaking upon my body like the fiercest of winter waves crashes upon a windswept beach. Beneath the forceful press of her hands my legs twitched as prickles of pleasure lost their way to my pussy and instead danced within my muscles. I panted breathlessly. My inner temple rippled with squeezes and gushed nectarine treacle upon her tongue as she sucked and slurped and rubbed her little nose as hard as she could against my starburst clit. Quivers and tremors rendered me insensible. My thighs squeezed together, commanded by an influence other than my own conscious thought, and I had to push poor Kitty away with both hands and squeeze them between my legs as I rolled over. "Gosh, Kitty!" I gasped, rolling over again with a redness of cheek I knew enhanced the giggles she already had for me. "Gosh!" I repeated, somewhat lost for words. She knelt, sleek and feline, on all paws, smiling like the Cheshire Cat as her face glistened with the syrup of sex, then padded to me on hands and knees as I held out my arms. There was such wetness! Thighs and bottom, and even my tummy, were both slippery and sticky and the scent which pervaded the air was the perfume of sin. Kitty brought me her lips as the satin soaked up the spill. Upon them I tasted the sweetness she had drank, the reward of her licentious labours that flowed so freely from the altar at which she worshipped with her tongue. I held her pretty face and kissed her with softness. I breathed her and drew my tongue across her lips. "That was lovely, Kitty," I purred, kissing her as I licked my flavour from her cheeks and chin. She blushed as I did, and in the mirror of her features, as her jet black hair cascaded over her shoulder and tickled my own I thought of how I might look, my dark eyes glittering so as my reddened cheeks glistened with feminine pleasure. Kitty was all giggles and sighs. I loved her so. As if in response to the unuttered thoughts which swirled in my dizzied mind she looked down at me with such warmth as she softly said, "I love you, Miss Laura." A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 06 "And I you, Kitty," I cooed up at her as the twitching of my tightly clasped thighs began to subside. "Lay down," I said. She lowered until, breast to breast and wrapped in a soft entanglement of limbs, we rolled upon our sides and hugged one another, breathing ever slower in synchronous union. The blending of body and breath transferred within, and Lust held Love's hand as her soul joined with mine. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Kitty, be a dear and fetch me a white rose. A little one, with lots of scent." "Yes, Miss," she said and scurried away to fetch a small pair of clippers. "Oh!" she gasped, stopping suddenly at the doors to the glass room. "Is that John, there?" she asked, facing the gazebo and tilting her head to one side as though a slanted view of the world might improve the clarity of sight. From the distance of the sunroom the figures of John and Brendan, conversing beside the gazebo, were to me unmistakable. John's midnight-black with glittering, grass-green trim livery was strikingly distinctive, and set against the contrast of the golden-brown curls and bronzed musculature of Brendan's shirtless form I let dream my mind of joys and pleasures each would impart should I lay between them. "Yes, it is," I confirmed as I followed her into the large, glass annex. "Who's that with him?" Kitty asked as we knelt upon a long couch and rested forward to watch. "Pretty, isn't he?" said I. "Oh, yes Miss! Very!" she enthused. "He's a new boy. His name is Brendan. Do you think he might be every bit the lover John is?" "Gosh, I don't know," she said, squirming her bottom as she watched the two men. There was silence a moment as we eyed them. "But Miss, he's so handsome!" I giggled and hushed my voice to a naughty whisper. "I'm sure John won't be too upset if we find out." "Miss!" she gasped, yet a second later giggled too. "Would you like to, Kitty?" I asked, and noticed her head nodding slightly as her eyes watched from afar. "Look at his chest, Miss.. And his arms. Oh, how well built he is!" "I rather think after his days work he shall need a good scrub and a soak in the bath," I said in a soft whisper. Beside me Kitty sighed as her sinuous young body quivered at the thought. "John wouldn't have to find out though...would he, Miss?" she said after a moment. I smiled as I watched her from the corner of my eye. "Of course not. I have my secrets, and soon you shall have secrets of your own." My words brought redness to her cheeks and shortness to her breath. "Kitty, fetch me my rose, but do not approach them. All you may do is wave from the rosebushes. I will chose the perfect moment to have him secretly wetted by the water of my bath." I think Kitty felt just then especially naughty, for she giggled and very nearly squealed as she jumped up from the couch and flitted away with quick little steps. "Miss, is it alright to be wearing your dress outside?" she said, peering round the doorway at me. "Just this once, Kitty," I said with a nod. "What harm can it do?" It was all the acceptance she needed, for her eyes glittered and her lips smiled and she was away again. I turned back to watch my two handsome suitors as they spoke, one a gallant and loyal protector, the other a rough and half-tamed stallion, and both with a strength and stamina and beauty any man would be proud to command. My carefully polished gem, and my uncut diamond. John would no doubt be hearing of the gardener's little tryst with the girl he knew as Kitty, being asked even to thank the pretty and lovely girl for so generously speaking on Brendan's behalf to secure him a task less insignificant. From my secret vantage point I saw Kitty round the corner of the house with a spring in her step. The knee length, white lace and cotton dress lifted in a breeze as she stepped off the path towards the flower beds. I giggled as my two champions watched her quickly stop and press her hands to the material, smoothing it back down against her thighs as she faced them. Whilst crafted to fit perfectly my contours it looked equally as pretty on Kitty, there being very little difference in our sizes other than the ampleness of her bosom. My white roses grew closest to the east entrance of the south-facing side of the house, some distance from the gazebo and, as she put into practise all my recent teachings and bent with as much grace as she could muster to cup and smell the roses, I knew both men would see in the same body a different girl. John seemed to become a little agitated, and Brendan had a widening smile as he eyed the flower-girl. With what must be noted as a hitherto unexpected sense of timing Kitty straightened and turned to her admirers and waved. She was no doubt waving to her sweetheart more than to the boy she fancied and, whilst John stood motionless and stoic, Brendan made a show of nodding and waving back at her. He would even now be explaining to the butler that she was the girl he had met the day before, and John would be remembering again my concerns yesterday about Kitty's sudden absence. She chose her flower and quickly cut the stem, then held the petals to her nose and breathed in its scent as she waved again to John. Turning on her heel she hastened back around the corner, her dress lifting in the breeze to offer a glimpse of upper thigh and naked posterior to the eyes of her watchers. Kitty did nothing to hide her prettiness from them except perhaps quicken her step. John looked somewhat angered, whilst Brendan seemed calm, collected, and perhaps enriched by what he assumed was once more the favour of his sweetheart. Within my body every nerve danced. My skin tingled and the back of my neck prickled. I giggled with excitement as I watched them, my feet kicking quickly up and down off the edge of the couch as I gripped tightly to its back and hid all but my eyes. A moment later Kitty was back at my side. "Your rose, Miss," she said, holding it out to me. "What a pretty one!" said I and brought the fragrant head to my nose. As I breathed in its delightful scent I slid my hand under Kitty's arm and ushered her back into the main drawing room, thanking her for her choice of flower. The tap of heels on marble became silenced as we ascended the carpeted curve of the great staircase. "Papa returns tonight," I reminded Kitty. "I think he will be as pleased to see you as he will me." She held a hand to her mouth as she giggled, and as we walked along the hallway I slid the rose into her hair. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 07 With the fall of evening I was treated to a joyous reunion with my Father. We ate a light supper in the Gallery, amidst portraits of our ancestors, depicted with regal poise as their children frolicked in games and play. My favoured painting was of myself, holding the reins as I sat upon my childhood stallion whilst from between his front legs Kitty peered out at the viewer. Other than a large portrait of my grandfather, Papa's favourite piece in the Gallery was not a painting at all, but in fact a great stone foot, set into the wall at the far end of the room. He had brought it back from Egypt as a young man and upon its pedestal had had carved in hieroglyphics the epithet of Ozymandias, king of kings. The foot was a folly Papa delighted in telling visitors was the inspiration for the great poet's elegy, and that upon rediscovering it half buried in the desert he had risked all to release it from the withering decay of wind and sand and bring it to the heart of the Empire. Depending on the gullibility of his listeners Papa had been known to add that when he found the foot it had Shelley's signature on the big toe in black ink, but that during the return journey the rains and waves had been so turbulent that it had faded into illegibility, and weeks later had been removed completely when a fastidious maid had assumed it a smudge of sorts and scrubbed it from existence. With the servants dismissed, John retired to his room and Kitty tucked away in her annexe bedroom practising her lessons of etiquette, my Father and I retired to the music room. "What's he like, Papa?" I asked while playing a piece from Schumann's Fantasiestücke. "What's who like?" he replied, sipping from his brandy glass as I entertained him. I couldn't decide whether he was teasing me or not, for surely there would be but one man I wished to know more of in this so close a moment to my marriage. Instead of words I answered with the song of the piano as I began to play the Wedding March from Mendelssohn's A Midsummer Night's Dream. After a second or two Papa laughed and looked over. I chuckled back and felt stars returning to my eyes as I looked to him. "He's a shrewd businessman, and a cunning politician," he said. "And above all he's a good man, one of the few I'd trust the security and happiness of my daughter to. Your union will be beneficial to you both, Laura, I promise." "But, Papa, he's over twice my age," I said as I began to play from the Great Eighteen Chorale Preludes by Bach. Papa laughed. "Worry not, my darling. The man has gardeners aplenty, and you'll always have John and Kitty." My fingers faltered at his words, and for a moment I was unable to play altogether. Papa looked at me from over his glass as he sipped his brandy. Pretences, it seemed, would need abandoning. I rose and moved to him, sitting by his side on the large brocaded couch. "It seems you've heard much about my exploits," I said, looking not at him but at the swirling of my fingertip on the raised weave of the fabric. "And I shan't deny I have indulged, to you nor to him. I rather think that was your intent though, by placing such temptations so close, was it not, Father?" I looked to him now, scanning his eyes as he turned them to me. He smiled in that infuriating way he sometimes does when he wants me to believe only what I choose to believe. I decided to change tack. "What benefits will be mine once I become his?" I asked. "Discovery is a wonderful thing, Laura," he said. "Oh, you!" I playfully grumbled and jumped onto him, straddling his lap. I looked at him with excitement, and my own no doubt maddening way of appearing ready either to kiss or to bite. "You'll have more fun if I don't tell you," he laughed. I took his glass and threw it forth into the fireplace, and as it smashed against the bricks and logs I leant and kissed his lips then bit his neck. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Although all too brief, Papa's return had been wonderfully enriching, and with the little free time afforded him we spent lunchtimes and evenings together. He spoke of several new ladies he was pursuing, but was not so in love that he was unable to hold me and kiss me and enjoy the scent upon my skin. We talked of Matthew and of Nathaniel and Elouise, and spoke more of my impending wedding, when he again hinted of gifts I would receive and treasures I would impart. I chided him for not explaining further, and all he would say was that all would be revealed. One final clue he gave on the matter was to visit my friend Charlotte and speak with her mother. I asked no further questions about it and merely savoured his knowing smile and twinkling eyes. Far too soon for both our likings he was called away once more. The days following Papa's departure were spent quietly, marred by that quarterly recurrence Nature had deemed the fair to suffer. Kitty too was in an equal condition, which suited me as she seemed to calm during such times and attain a better clarity of her position and duties in the household. I left her to her tasks. With the passage of days I was feeling myself again, if fact better than my usual self, for since my awakening I was eager to experience all that I could. Kitty's normal garrulous, energetic demeanour returned once more, and as she flitted hither and thither while dressing and prettying me I studied her with a mild annoyance. Clearly excited about recent events, and eager to experience them again, she chattered incessantly of this pleasure or that she wished to indulge John in, or when I might invite Brendan into my chambers. I looked away, letting my mind drift out through the doors and over the balcony, past the trees and the houses beyond, onwards and over the fields and pastures, to the beach and across the ocean to distant lands, where heroes still fought for love and champions risked all for the hand of a girl. "Miss... Miss Laura?" "A soft voice wraps its harp-plucked chords around my wrist," I whispered to the sky. "Miss?" "And tugged and pulled 'til plucked am I from abandonment's embrace. No longer held within the hallowed halls of love's new tryst. My tearstained eyes open once more to your familiar face." I looked at Kitty. Her big dark eyes blinked as they uncomprehendingly beheld me. "You have a question, Kitty?" I said after a moments silence. "Um, no Miss," she said, then added, "What was that? Was that poetry?" I merely told her it was, after considering a moment about explaining the verse. As Kitty proceeded to ramble about the prettiness of words and her wish to understand them better I decided some nights I would further my attempts to teach her poetry and prose. I was dressed in a simple, white silk gown, long but tight and revealing in the bust, and matching high heels. Diamonds adorned my bracelet, anklet and choker and the thick, black ribbon tied loosely near the bottom of my hair on my left side caused it to spill over that shoulder but leave the rest to swish and sway as it normally would. I was scented and powdered, my eyes outlined, my lips reddened and my cheeks blushed, though only subtly. Kitty effused words of praise for my look of grace and elegance, but often I caught her eyeing herself in my mirrors, twisting this way and that and bending slightly as she cooed little murmurs at herself in her French maids' uniforms. So what did she know about grace and elegance? I summoned my butler to the entrance hall and left her scurrying about my chambers with a feather duster. John awaited me at the foot of the staircases. I sauntered down one side with one hand on the balustrade and the other lifting my dress enough to allow my feet to safely find each step, watching him as I arced down towards him. "Fetch me a carriage, John; I shall be going out for the day." He nodded and bowed and hastened to the door. I studied for a moment the quality of the housekeeping and found one or two motes of dust upon the nymph statues that adorn the ends of the balustrades. He quickly returned and stood in that half-bowing way with an arm half-outstretched as though I needed assistance in locating my own front door. As I approached he reached out and opened the inner door. I stood between him and it. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, then dropped again. "You will find Kitty upstairs," I told him. "She has been somewhat remiss in her duties these last days and I will not abide her inattentiveness." "Miss?" "I have not the time to correct her. You must do it in my stead." "Yes, Miss." "Go to her now but do not show her your usual kindness. You must take her into one of the guest rooms and pull her across your lap, where you will pull down her knickers and spank her until she reddens." He began to grin as he nodded. "This is not a game, John!" I snapped. "You must chastise her properly, but not too severely, I should not want to find her in tears upon my return. Spank her several times before you allow her to escape, and you must do so without mention of our conversation. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss. Perfectly," he said, looking somewhat pained and a little confused. Inside, I smiled. "Good. Thank you, John. Perhaps then things will be as they should around here." As I strode quickly forward John rushed to open the front door ahead of me. I stepped outside, then paused and turned back to him. "After you've disciplined her leave her to reflect for one hour, then find her and return her to the same room and pleasure her with your prick." I glanced down at his bulge, then smiled curtly at him, gathered my skirt and dashed down the steps and into the carriage. The journey to Charlotte's house was particularly invigorating. The trees that lines the avenues seemed brighter and more vibrant than usual as I thought of Kitty, smiling at John's arrival and almost pouncing into his arms, only to be dragged to an unused bedroom and thrust over his knee. She would be confused and begging he tell her why he was angered with her. And he would wrench down her skimpy little panties and spank her poor bottom red. I chucked to myself, thinking of her squeals and stinging posterior, and of John punishing her for my affair with the gardener. It was days such as these I thanked the stars that shone upon my birth. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Lady Laura Dashwood, ma'am," a footman announced as he showed me in. The three ladies present looked up from their card game. "Laura!" Charlotte cried and jumped up. "Charlotte," I smiled and took her in my arms as she flung herself between them. I was twirled halfway round before she leant her head back to look at me and twirled me back round and sunk her nose into my neck again as I looked to her mother. "Good evening, Laura, are you well?" "Very well, thank you, Lady Wellsleigh. As are you, I trust?" Charlotte felt soft and warm against me, her breasts pressing sensuously into mine. She wore a dress of equal, if not more, elegance; black silk, tight around her slim curves, it was cut to reveal the sides and tops of her full, firm breasts and most of her back, and I thought the little string which tied behind her neck and kept it to her body was so slight that perhaps all it would take to break it would be the fiery look of a man impassioned by her ripe young form. She looked more beautiful than ever. She let go, just keeping my hands in hers as she looked me up and down with sparkling eyes until I turned to her mother and sister, whereupon she released one hand and kept hold still of the other. "Thank you, dear, very well," Lady Wellsleigh affirmed and turned her eyes to her other daughter, sitting by her side. Constance winked at me. "Duchess Moorcroft," I said with a theatrical curtsey. "How splendid it is to be reacquainted after such a protracted absence. I offer my heartfelt congratulations on your recent marriage." "Oh, hush, you terrible scamp!" she laughed. "And don't you dare call me Duchess, you know I can't abide all that pomp and ceremony. Call me Constance as ever. Or better yet; Connie." She smiled, and I realized just how much I had missed her during my time in France. Constance was twenty three, five years older than her sister, and more beautiful than before. The three women looked very similar, only shorter, smaller and younger versions of the same design. Their eyes were the brightest blue, their hair flowing and golden. They carried themselves with enviable poise and elegance, and had skin of unblemished porcelain and lips that looked ever moist and succulent. Lady Wellsleigh put her hand on Constance's arm. "Now, my dear, you know you mustn't be so informal, even with your oldest and dearest friends. Appearances must be upheld." "Mother, stop. I married the Duke because I love him, and because... Well, because we're in love. Not because he has a fancy title. Sometimes I think you forget that. Laura, come and sit down and tell us of your dear father and brother." Charlotte and I joined them at the table, where I proceeded to ask as many questions as I answered, and we spent the next couple of hours in animated conversation about a variety of subjects. Not least their obvious plotting where my forthcoming wedding was concerned. I received little new news, but it was explained to me that after tonight things would be as clear to me as crystal. I became increasingly excited. "Ma'am, your guests have arrived," Jenkins, the Wellsleigh's principal butler, announced. He was a tall, thin man of advancing maturity. I noted the disdain in his emphasis and thought him a little above his station. Lady Wellsleigh thanked him and dismissed him for the remainder of the evening and he left grumbling under his breath, reinforcing my dislike of the man. "Charlotte, if you would be so kind as to entertain young Laura while Constance and I arrange the proceedings?" "Certainly, Mother." "Proceedings?" I inquired. The Lady smiled and caressed my cheek as she stood. "Perhaps you might explain to her, dear?" she said with a cheeky smile. Charlotte giggled and nodded. I looked to Constance who raised her brows and smiled most devilishly. The women left, whispering secretively to one another and glancing back at me when they reached the archway. I stood and prepared to follow but Charlotte held my hand and told me not to be so naughty. I would, apparently, ruin my surprise. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "A hen party?" "Yes!" she said, eyes glittering like polished sapphires. "But no ordinary affair; this will be one to remember!" "Charlotte, my memory is just fine. I can recall to you all of the parties and functions I have attended. Is there an event you'd like to reminisce over?" "You know what I mean, and don't be obtuse!" "Oh, very well, do tell me then what will make this night so much more vivid than any other." "No, you'll just have to wait and see." She dissimulated a little pout, as though her feelings had been injured, but then with twinkling eyes asked again of John and Kitty and the night we had shared. We had already engaged in intimate discussions on the subject before now, but I was happy to again tell her of my fun, however I chose not to impart my earlier instruction to John to spank my vibrant chambermaid as even I knew it had been unwarranted. I just found it fun to tease my pets. "You should visit me very soon, Charlotte, and we three will exhaust him with all our imaginations can conjure," I suggested. Her eyes widened as her smile broadened and she nodded vigorously and agreed what a wonderful idea it was. "Is there something else you'd like to tell me about?" she asked with an abundance of stars in her eyes. "Such as?" I countered. "Oh, I don't know," she said with a coy smile, twirling in her fingers a golden lock of her long, half-curled hair. "Any other joys you've participated in past fortnight?" I kept my silence for moments enough to elevate her excitement to levels a chair alone could not contain. She stood, sliding her seat back on the intricately designed marble flooring. "Laura!" she said, drawing out my name, as she leant on the table and brought her face as close as the furniture would permit. "I'm sure I can't think what you mean, Lottie," said I. "Oh, don't be impossible!" she said in exasperation. I sat back and chuckled as Charlotte straightened again and rolled her eyes as she folded her arms. "Very well," she said, perching her plump little bottom on the table, "I'll concede. But remember; a point does not a trophy make." "Indeed," I said with a knowing smile. Charlotte and I laughed. As lifelong friends we knew each others trickeries well, and in the language of my body alone she had deciphered the success of her scheme, but to hear of it she would have to wait until I chose to impart the details of my afternoon with Brendan to her. It was a small victory compared to that of her own, but one I would seize regardless. A curious feature of Lord Wellsleigh's London house was that it possessed very few downstairs internal doors, save for those of closets, ante rooms, annexes, grottos and also the chambers and rooms where the conversations within required greater security. He had a preference for a more open-plan design, and it was from the large arch that connected the Ladies Tea Room to the Great Hall that I saw Constance peer around at us and say, "We're ready for you now, Laura." Chamber music began to play; strings and flutes. Most likely from the Tsar Balcony in the Great Hall. The sound was superb; cerebral and sensuous. Charlotte secured a silk sash over my eyes then took my hand and led me like, I thought, a lamb to the slaughter. Before many steps my remaining senses determined what must be myriad forms of carnality all around me, for girls tittered and sighed in breathy tones from every side. The unmistakable sounds of hands slapped upon skin preceded giggled and whimpered squeals and men uttered grunts and moans. Beneath my dress I felt the swelling of my chest as my pussy awoke between my legs and began to tingle in anticipation of what I was to find. My blindfold was whipped off. I blinked and looked about. A great cheer of "Congratulations!" went up all around me and as I raised my hands raised to my mouth I chuckled and laughed as my friends clapped and giggled. I must have blushed most brightly for I felt a heat in my cheeks greater than ever before. Other than Charlotte and Constance there were five of my closest friends; Penelope, Estelle, Amelia, Alice and Melissa, and I could not contain my astonishment as they each came to kiss and congratulate me. Their mothers were present too, except Estelle's who was currently overseas. Alice and Amelia were sisters (and Estelle their cousin), and their mother Angelique was a French noble who had married Baron Charles Ashford, a very handsome and dashing man indeed. Melissa Fenton was the daughter of a knighted diplomat and a Chinese seamstress, and was blessed with the most beautiful mixing of both bloodlines. Penelope, the daughter of Lord Harold Worthington, one of my fathers' closest friends and colleagues, was my second dearest friend. Her mother, like mine, had died many years ago and her father, also like mine, had collected many temporary replacements along the way. The girls all wore short dresses, and as I glanced about I didn't doubt that soon my friends would be as naked as the men and women I was amongst. I was both elated and a little overwhelmed as I took in all to see around me, but I did have enough presence of mind to note there were no men at the party other than servants and 'performers'. I was thankful when offered a drink, and rather roused to see it delivered to me by a tall and well toned man dressed only in a neck collar and loin cloth. His skin had been oiled and, from what I could see, had either been shaved of all his body hair, or else he did not possess the ability to cultivate any. I took the drink with a smile and eyed him again as he turned and left. A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 07 "Laura, I do believe we have finally rendered you speechless," Lady Wellsleigh said, "and all it took was all of this." She swept her hand sideways to gesture the entertainment on display. "Quite," I said, genuinely at a loss for words for once, but smiling all the same. I drank my wine as quickly as was acceptable and motioned to a nearby servant who strode over and lowered his tray for me to swap the empty glass for a full one. "It is understandable, no?" Angelique said. "She has never been to such a do before." "Perhaps you girls should show her round and get her acquainted with the activities," Constance suggested. "Take your time and explore, and the performance will begin upon your return." "Performance?" "One of your favourites," Charlotte said, taking in hers my hand. "But with a little twist I'm sure will endear the story to you all the more." I had ideas of what that might be, but decided it more fun to abandon conjecture and leave to discovery what treats they had in store for me. Sipping the sweet wine I was taken by my hand and led from room to room, taking in the scenes and shows around me. Most prevalent were the men, and those who were not serving drinks and snacks on trays were entirely naked but for the collars around their necks. All very statuesque, however John could out-measure many of them, although perhaps by only an inch or two, and to my constant delight many sported fully extended erections. Their bodies were toned and muscular, though not overly so, and all very strong and vigorous and aged in the mid to late twenties. Some had been oiled, and their skin glistened in the light, smooth and slippery with an enticing sheen. There were perhaps thirty in total, outnumbering the serving girls by two to one. The girls were all aged from late teens to mid twenties. Some were entirely naked, many adorned in an array of differing styles of stockings, and others in just wrist and ankle cuffs with big pretty bows of thick ribbons. Each bodice and basque was individually styled, with no two alike and cut to exhibit the wearers' curves in the most enticing manner possible. Others wore diaphanous negligees, short as well as flowing, or full body garments made of what seemed like lace strings woven into large diamond shapes and resembling the sort of nets fishermen might use to catch very large fish in and let littler ones escape through. Chokers, collars, frilly and lacy garters, and all manner of body straps that wrapped round and round in criss-crossed diagonals and looked both delightfully cute and seductively provocative. In contrast they made Kitty's dresses look quite respectable and I decided to determine from where such garments of the singular purpose of sexual arousal were obtained. Most of the girls had long flowing hair of every natural colour, some styles sported ribbons and bows, flowers, jewels or fluffy animal ears, and some had had theirs cropped short, a look I found unusual but very beautiful on them. All were eye-catching and erotic, and all had their charms on display and seemed to be ever available to the men. There was much to take in and my senses were abuzz with sensation as I viewed scenes of sensuality and carnality. Occasionally girls were accosted by such handsome, well built men and pushed up against walls or onto their knees, turned and bent over sofas or just trapped between two lusty fellows. Through coquettish giggles and fluttering lashes they protested their modesty, but all attempts at propriety were performed in ways designed to make throb those hard and vital cocks they found themselves trapped between or knelt before, and with dancing eyes and lively bodies they revelled in their pursuit of indecency. Others were chased, giggling and glancing over their shoulders, until allowing their growling pursuers to catch them in strong, toned arms, where they endured such beautiful looking kisses while hands caressed and fingers played. I watched a beautiful blonde girl between two tall, dark haired men take a kiss from one, then the other, and after comparing first their techniques and then their cocks, she decided upon the more generously endowed of them and lead him by his extended appendage to a nearby couch. She whispered to him then knelt upon it and leant forward into the bay window to watch the world go by as her chosen dropped to his knees and began to delight her with his tongue. The rejected suitor watched a moment before accepting an invite from a fair-haired chap with perfect musculature to share the treat he had upon his cock. The girl kissed her conqueror and leaned back to enjoy within her mouth a stout new shaft. In another room two girls fed one other strawberries dipped in cream as they lay bent over a circular table, and behind each a vigorous young buck made perfect use of his prick. I was offered strawberries and smiles by the girls as their men continued the thrusted sliding of their pleasers. I looked at Charlotte with a gasp and as she tittered I declined the offer but urged them to continue their pursuit of pleasure. My friends giggled. Before we left Melissa padded to the table and as she took a strawberry from one girl she kissed the other and told them to order fresh fruits as she would soon be back to join them. By her glances I felt sure by fresh fruits she meant the men as well as the strawberries. I blushed as I turned and left. It was all so overwhelming, yet the more I saw the more irresistible it all became. I wondered who these men were and my questioning revealed most to be British, some from Europe, and others still from distant corners of the Empire. They were primarily servants, and it was from the sisters Alice and Amelia I learned of the trading of staff that goes on between the Sirs, Lords, Barons, Viscounts, Earls, Marquises, Dukes and Royalty of the Kingdom. I listened intrigued as the girls imparted snippets of information about the selecting of the men, and the consequent trading between the Families. I had many more questions but the tour it seemed was on hold as the performance was due to begin. In the Grand Drawing Room, which opened out onto the patio, we were reunited with Constance and the three ladies, seated upon large armchairs and couches around a low, semi-circular stage. Melissa sat with her mother and Penelope sat with Melissa. Estelle did something I found both eye-opening and amusing; she snapped her fingers at a man standing near the wide archway that joined the Grand Drawing Room with one of the antechambers. He stepped to her as quickly as he could without actually running. "Get on all fours," she said, not harshly, but certainly not with any real care for the man. He dropped with all immediacy onto his hands and knees and Estelle raised her brows at me and promptly sat side-saddle upon his perfectly sculpted back. He, it seemed, was to be her seating for the show. How wonderfully decadent, I thought, as I finished my drink. I snapped my fingers for a wine server and when he approached I told him, "Kneel," as I pointed my finger down. He knelt, and I put my empty glass down and picked up a fresh one. The girls grinned at me. With a dismissive wave I said, "Now leave," and he got up and backed away from me. I received smiles and laughs as I sipped Sauternes and thought of treating John so dismissively. The floor show consisted of five girls dressed in the complicated formal gowns preferred by ladies seeking to reveal nothing between the neck and ankles. Behind them stood three rather handsome gentlemen dressed, it seemed, for dinner. Alice had vanished somewhere, but Amelia took my hand and sat me with her upon a short couch whilst Charlotte seated herself with Susie. After curtseys and bows the performance began. To match the beauty with which they soothed my eyes the girls sang excerpts from La Traviata with voices pitched so similar that upon closing my eyes the only difference I was able to discern was from the direction of the song. I was unused to hearing a single aria sung by five women before, but as each sang their line I thought the combination worked well, and the orchestral music from the Great Hall filtered in as though performed from all directions. The girls each sang the part of Violetta, and were well rehearsed at which line to sing, which man to sing it to, and when it should be sung. The men played different parts, those of Alfredo, Gastone and Baron Douphol, and it became apparent from very early on that the opera had been rewritten. At the beginning the alterations were subtle, but I could discern the inference of the characters. Clearly the courtesan represented myself, and it seemed as though Duophol was Lord Carnborough, John was symbolized as Gastone, and Brendan as Alfredo. It did fit, but there were moments of the performance where the rewrite seemed to be alluding to three men as yet unknown to me. It was an aspect which heightened the prickling sensations the piece evoked. Feeling her eyes upon me I glanced over to Lady Wellsleigh, returning her knowing smile with one of my own as I said, "Thank you," to her. As Act One progressed the Drinking Song had become the Lust Song, and as the girls began to dance between and around the three men kisses were exchanged and caresses were enjoyed. As the troupe performed the dancing became more erotic and the men began to strip the girls of their flowing dresses. When the main part of their gowns came away it became apparent that they were comprised of several sections, for the young ladies were left with very short skirts and bodices, that displayed flesh above stocking tops and belly buttons along with lifted cleavage in half-cup basque tops. As sleeves were then slid from arms they revealed beneath elbow gloves of fine lace and pretty bows adorned frilly arm and thigh garters. The performance began to quicken. As they danced to the music, moving their slim, curvaceous bodies in time to the rhythm, sinuously twisting and cavorting together, the five ladies divested the three men of all clothing. Naked and magnificent they sang tenor and baritone with powerful voices that seemed to intensify as the girls hardened their cocks with hands and lips in between their softly sung soprano. Even as they sang their shared lines the girls titillated and agitated their naked male counterparts. Bottoms were rubbed to their masculine appendages, cocks were slid between thighs as kisses shared over shoulders, and as three girls enjoyed such stimulating iniquity the remaining two knelt in front and sucked all that poked out from between the others' legs. Bit by bit each talented young lady was stripped of knickers and basque, and still the opera continued as the men put the girls upon their pricks and fucked them. I had never before seen anything so wondrously debauched and indulgently hedonistic. Never longer than a minute or two did each girl thrill to the thrusts of the three. They swapped as quickly as they sang, gasping now their lines as they panted their breath ever quicker. Some thrusts brought little squeals, others sighed gasps, and their perfect voices quivered during their transport to the stars. The original story, ultimately sad as it was, had long been abandoned for a perfectly happy one. Violetta would live forever, in the arms of which ever suitor she desired. Her men would do all to please her as these three did now to thrill their five frisky females. I sat forward, my body brimming with the energy of desire, my pussy tingling with yearning and my head swirling with the intensity of the show. Our Act Three was to end in a perfectly timed conclusion. The girls knelt together, hands in each others laps as their three fellows stood close, enjoying the flicking of many tongues and sucking of mouths upon their glorious cocks. Panting reached fever pitch, performers and audience alike were in states of extreme arousal. We urged them on. We implored they bring forth the shower. We fidgeted and squirmed, with gasps and pleads as we watched. And with the ultimate in control the three men announced their simultaneous arrival. It was a sight I had not expected, one which thrilled and delighted, and I clutched Amelia's hand as I pressed forth my body to watch. The three players growled each a roar as their sturdy cocks spat forth a torrent of whitish-clear syrup. The girls squealed, their fingers busying between one another's thighs as their pretty faces and bodies were washed with sperm. They wriggled the tips of their tongues into the slits at the stubby ends of those thick and powerful pricks, fighting one another for possession as the men loosed their seed in great long sprays. The spurts arced out in a multitude of directions, splashing down upon the girls in thick and sticky globs and spots as the pretty creatures licked and squealed and begged for more. As the men half-stepped and half-stumbled back to lean on the wall cheers and applauds went up all around me. Laughing I stood, knocking over my glass in the process, and praised the performers with a standing ovation. The girls, awash with male lust, stood and curtseyed, blushing and giggling and clearly enthralled at their performance. They shared excited kisses and let the men share in our accolades. Breathless and bristling with exhilaration they each received the heart felt acclamation of Lady Wellsleigh as she stood before the stage and thanked each in turn. I too stood and approached and gave them my thanks, for which they seemed equally as pleased as from those of the Lady of the House. I bent to kiss one as she knelt before me and tasted upon her lips the sticky saltiness of sin. Her tongue caressed mine for the briefest of moments before our lips pouted once more. I thanked lady Wellsleigh too, and as she kissed me I wondered if she could taste upon my lips that which I had tasted upon those of the performer. I think she had, for she looked into my eyes with a beautiful smile and a gleam of recognition in her own. The efficacious performance had left us all desiring release and as I sat between them and shared my kisses I received such wondrous ticklings from Penelope and Estelle. I abandoned myself to their talents, and with a lifted dress and opened thighs I panted as their fingers played. Teased and toyed with I became dizzy with delight as one finger petted and another slid in and out while two tongues worked their wonders upon my own. My breasts were squeezed through my dress, I panted against their lips as my hands rubbed between their thighs, and before many moments were through we each attained states less liberated ladies reach only in secret. Fingers slipped away. Lace soaked the spill, and I lay with eyes to Heaven as God sculpted Eve on the ceiling painting above me. With all else blocked from my vision I licked my fingers and heaved my sighs, then sensed an abundance of eyes upon me and felt the welling of blushes as I sat up and pulled down my dress hem. Laughs and giggles accompanied chatter of all things lust driven, and glancing this way and that I noticed I was not the only one to be the subject of immorality. Before me the five girls, their skin glistening with sperm sat with Constance in their midst, watching intently as they talked in whispers and giggles amongst themselves. Across the room Lady Wellsleigh, Angelique and Su Yun seemed to be comparing two of the performers cocks, brought once more to full mast by the slender fingers of the ladies as on her knees between them Melissa sucked that of the third. From her perch on the arm of a sofa Charlotte had watched my shameless abandon, and after blowing me a little kiss she turned to watch now the display of her mother and friends. Alice and Amelia had disappeared off somewhere, and for a time I was content to be hugged by Penelope as Estelle gently and carefully brushed my hair with her fingers. There was to be another show a little later, and I would have gladly stayed to watch but Amelia suddenly reappeared and leaned over the back of the couch and whispered into my ear that there was something she and Alice wanted to show me. I stood and after giving her my hand was pulled quickly along, but just had time to call to Charlotte. "Lottie," I said. She looked round. I nodded for her to join and she hopped off the arm of a sofa and followed. As we left I heard Melissa's mother Su Yun, who we all called Susie, call out, "Enjoy!" in her wonderful half-way accent. "We will!" I called back and stopped to take a glass of Bordeaux from a stationary servant. We were joined in the Great Hall by Alice, who had apparently seen the show before and had instead been sunbathing in the garden. There was much excitement in our chatting as we busied through the rooms, and it seemed well-nigh everywhere I looked there were beautiful young girls being chased and caught by strong amorous men, giggling and squealing as they were wrapped in large, well toned arms. The nymphs teased and played and seemed almost exclusively concerned with keeping the men in perpetual states of arousal. With envy I saw many young things being made to come by tongues and fingers and cocks, but other than the stage performers I was yet to see any of the magnificent males release their pent up passion in or over the pretty teases that flitted between them. A handful of them had thin leather bands strapped tightly around the root of their shafts. "Why does he wear that?" I asked and nodded to one such man. "Is it a choker?" I added and set my drink down on an occasional table. Dancing against him as he stood against a wall mirror was the most beautiful servant girl. Although I could be certain I had never before met her she had a comfortingly familiar look to her and I was rather struck with her glowing beauty. "Of sorts," Amelia said with a grin. "It's not for prettiness," Alice said, "although I do sometimes find the look to have its appeal." "It's to keep him from coming," Charlotte said matter-of-factly. The naked sylph turned and pressed her back to his front as she nuzzled her plump and lively bottom against him, making his considerable column slot perfectly between her rosy cheeks. She slowly slid them down and up and arched her back as she pulled his hands to her jutting breasts. "Some of these males are still being trained," Amelia added. "Trained?" I said. The curvaceous sprite turned again and pushed the man's cock down until it slid between her thighs, and even though she wore heels he still had to bend his legs to accomplish the act. "Yes, we like them to come on command," Charlotte explained, "and it just wouldn't do to let them complete when they desire." It made perfect sense to me. He looked to his side and when he noticed us watching he nodded subserviently. The young sweetheart glanced over her shoulder and quickly slid from his rod and turned to us. She made the slightest of curtseys as she blushed and smiled then the naughty fellow dipped at the knees and slid his rampant prick between her thighs once more. It poked out in front of her, large and obscene and looked as though it had sprouted from the apex of her thighs. I strolled over to them. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Seffie, ma'am," she replied. Her cheeks flushed red. "Sweetness and light," I mused as I reached up and caressed her face. "Are you from Wales?" "Yes, ma'am, but I haven't been there since I was very small." "Yes, I thought I recognised a hint of the accent." I smiled at her, she was delightfully pretty. "And who is your companion?" I asked and gestured at the man behind her with my eyes. She looked confused a moment. "I don't know, ma'am," she said. I tilted my head to the side a fraction and was about to speak when she added, "He doesn't have a name, he's a slave." She paused, then spoke quickly as she added, "I'm not a slave!" A Lady of Leisure & Pleasure Ch. 07 "Oh really?" I said and slid my hands down her slender arms. I held her hands in mine. "Then what are you?" I asked. "A proper maid, ma'am.. at least!" she said with pride. I chuckled and looked round. Charlotte and Amelia were stood watching, their arms around each other. A short way off Alice was sipping from a glass and looking down at a servant as he knelt before her holding a drinks tray. She had lifted her short little dress up at the front to tease the horny fellow with intimate views of her perfectly preened pussy and I noted with merriment the extension lifting his loin cloth as he eyed her. Amelia and Charlotte smiled at me and whispered to one another. "You're at least a proper maid, are you?" I said with amusement, turning back to Seffie. She nodded, then her cheeks flushed a lovely pinkish-red as I closed our hands together around the cock that poked out from between her thighs. Her hips began to tip this way and that as she see-sawed slightly on his impressive shaft. "I'm sure you're much more than that. Do you like working here, Seffie?" I asked her as we teased and tickled his stout protrusion. The veins along its length bulged fatter than those of my previous three had. "Oh yes, ma'am! Very much," she enthused. Her plump little bottom wiggled and she changed her side to side motion to a back and forth shifting. "The Ladies are all very kind to me and the Master is.." she kept her eyes in mine. It was refreshing to be looked upon for so long a time by one whose position deems them worthy only of viewing ones ankles. I read in those sparkling sapphires the same concupiscent urges that danced within Kitty's. "Is what, dear?" asked I. She sighed as she smiled. "He's very kind, ma'am," she said and dipped her head, smiling as she watched our fingers play together around the end portion of her captive's length. I smiled and looked up at the tall and muscular man behind her. His large hands rested upon her small shoulders, and he seemed to be deeply concentrating on something, perhaps striving greatly to remain in control of the surge that welled within him. The wonderful scent of her soft fresh skin colluded with my own to no doubt dizzy the poor man's senses and quicken his heart beat, and Seffie continued to mark his shaft with the glistening of her dew-drop beads as she slid herself back and forth upon him. "Do you allow the Lord to enjoy all the pretty charms you have for him?" I asked. "Allow him, ma'am?" she said, confused, lifting just her eyes to me. I was studied through the sandy-gold tangles of her hair. I laughed. "Sweet girl. Perhaps I ought to have phrased that slightly differently." "If you mean does he have me when he desires to, ma'am, then yes he does. And he's ever so good at it!" The rouge hue of her cheeks deepened as she smiled. I rather liked her. "I'm quite sure he is," I said and patted her little nub with my fingertips. She smiled most charmingly and blushed so endearingly. For a moment we were silent. With a slowly sweeping glance I examined her intently. Her height matched my own, as no doubt did her age. Her scented skin was soft and pure, cloud-white and blemishless. Perky round breasts with strawberry nipples sat proudly upon her slim chest, and her curvature arced out most enticingly at her hips, drawing the eye in to the soft tuft of blond fur displayed above the thrusted member of her mate. Her belly button shifted with the occasional undulations of her flat tummy and her firm chest drew in and puffed out with each breath. Comely and charming was her pretty face, and the tiny peppering of freckles across her little upturned nose endeared her to me all the more. "You must do something very special for me when next you see him. Something I shall know about if not done correctly." "Yes, ma'am, anything." She seemed suddenly excited beyond that which the situation generated. Her eyes glittered like cobalt jewels set in gold. They blinked and fixed me once more. "The very next time Lord Wellsleigh has for you a stout prick to enjoy, you must turn and present your pretty bottom to him, and as he begins to slide it up into your belly you must give him my fondest regards from over your shoulder. But only then and at no other time. Do you understand?" I emphasised my request by pulling her prisoner's prick upwards between her thighs. She gasped cutely. "Yes, ma'am! I'll do it just as you asked." She was again charming me with her flushed cheeks, and her little smile betrayed her eager anticipation of another bout with the good Lord. "Thank you, Seffie," I purred, then put a finger under her chin and lifted her face fully to mine. I kissed her succulent red lips and her hands rested upon my hips as we opened our mouths to one another and let our tongues entwine and explore. A thought occurred to me. "You do know who I am, don't you sweetheart?" I asked. She giggled. "Of course, ma'am," she said, all smiles, then looked thoughtful a moment. "I know exactly who you are." "Oh?" "You're the Lady Laura Dashwood, ma'am," she said, dipping her hips in what was no doubt meant to be as much of a curtsey as her currently trapped position would allow. "How can you be so certain?" I asked with raised brows. She was spending less time looking down at the protrusion between her thighs now and instead gazing directly into my eyes. I did rather like that about her. "Firstly, ma'am, you're the guest of honour, and it must be you because I know the other Ladies present." "Perhaps I'm a friend of Lady Dashwood's and she is yet to arrive," I ventured. "I don't believe so, ma'am, because secondly I've heard a lot about you already, mostly from Lady Charlotte." Her eyes left mine to study me as I had her. She took in my every curve and dimension with quickly flickering gazes before fixing them on my face again. "You're even more beautiful than they described you," she said in a small voice, "and your hair is the most Divine I've ever seen." She lifted a hand and ran her fingers down through my hair as though testing for herself its soft voluptuousness. I found myself beginning to blush! "Thank you, Seffie," I said as her hand rested once more on my hip, "and yes, I am Laura Dashwood, your perceptions are exceptionally acute. Tell me though, who else has spoken to you of me?" "Your father, Lord Dashwood, ma'am," she said. "He's so kind and nice, I do like him so. I think it's from him you get your colouring," she said, glancing at my hair again. "Did he tickle your fancy, Seffie?" "Yes, ma'am," she said with a fresh flush to her rosy cheeks. "Tickled and kissed. He said I served him superbly." "I'm sure you did, my honey." "May I serve you too, ma'am?" she asked. "I would very much like to." "I'd like that too, Seffie. What say you and I un-strap this handsome slave of yours and wash our tongues in the sticky bounty he conceals in his balls?" "Ma'am! You shouldn't ask me that. I want to, but I can't." She became a little flustered, looking this way and that and breathing rather more quickly. I chuckled at her. "Why can't you?" "Because the Mistress ordered it. The slaves aren't allowed to come, not until.." she trailed off, then added, "only the girls are." I wondered what she was going to say, but instead decided to confuse her a little. "Are you saying you'll disobey a direct instruction from me?" "Oh, no, ma'am. Certainly not. I'm a good girl, just ask Miss Charlotte." I held her hands again; they trembled in mine. "And yet you would refuse to indulge me with this slave?" "No. I.." Her eyes looked left then right, no doubt seeking aid from her mistress. She spotted Charlotte, entangling her limbs with Amelia upon a large corner settee as the girls shared kisses, and stared a moment, willing Charlotte to look up and notice her. "I think she's a little busy right now," I said. Seffie looked into my eyes. "Ma'am?" she said softly. "Yes, sweetheart?" "Are you teasing me?" she asked. I leaned back a little as I raised my brows, then laughed and put her hands back on my hips. "Yes, Seffie, I am," I chuckled and kissed her again. She breathed out deeply and giggled too. "You're very sweet and I wanted to play with you just a little. But don't fret, there is nothing to worry of." She smiled and further warmed my heart to her. I would perhaps ask Lord Wellsleigh if I might secure her contract from him. "Well then," I said and took her hands from my hips, "I shall leave you to your fun." I placed her hands around his cock once more. "And no doubt discover for myself why your handsome slave isn't yet allowed to release his brew." I kissed her once more, swept my fingertips along his jaw-line and turned and left. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The girls needed rousing from their love-play. I sat beside them placed a hand upon the thigh of each. The pair turned to me and made me the subject of their kisses. They kissed me together first, then took separate turns. Both Charlotte and Amelia's dresses were ruffled around their hips, and the girls were entirely naked beneath, displaying their beauty without reserve. As we kissed I was soon rendered equally indecorous. "Are you quite finished with your stud and his little blue-blood driver?" Amelia asked as we stood to leave. I glanced over at the scant young sylph. She had an arm up around the fellow's neck, swirling her fingers in his hair as his cock disappeared up inside her. She looked even more lovely now she was properly upon it. She smiled at me and lifted her other arm, and as I smiled back her fingers wiggled in a tiny wave. "Not yet," I said as I watched Seffie. I stopped and took Charlotte's arm. "And why didn't you tell me they were all slaves?" I asked. Charlotte glanced over at Seffie. "That was to be a surprise, Laura," she said, "and let that be an end to the questioning." We walked on. "As you wish, Lottie, but do not go chastising that pretty creature. It was I who teased it from her." "Oh, no need to worry, Seffie is quite safe. Delectable, isn't she?" Charlotte grinned at me. I playfully slapped her arm. "Yes, she is," I said and gestured a nearby servant with a drinks tray. "If ever you become tired of her you must let me take her off your hands." The servant bowed. I took a filled glass from the tray and as he poured fresh drinks for Charlotte and Amelia I glanced back into the wide space of the Great Hall and saw Seffie flit with quick steps across the marbled floor to the settee we three had sat upon. "Perhaps as a brief exchange," Charlotte said with a smile. Seffie reached down and picked up something that seemed like a little scrunched up piece of black lace, and clutching it to her breast she flittered back across the floor again. "But Father will certainly keep her in service." Charlotte giggled at her own words. As we passed through the grand East Arch of the hall and turned into the East Corridor I suddenly paused and ran my hand over my hip, realizing I had left my little black panties on the corner settee. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the rear of the house we entered a large drawing room with three quarters of the far wall entirely comprised of tall, glass door panels that had been opened on to the gardens. Outside we found Alice on the patio, laying in the sun on a wide lounger, naked but for her diamond jewellery and pressed between two tall, well built men with jet black skin. They held her in their arms as she chose who would kiss her next. All was soft and gently shared; their kisses like silken caresses. She purred here and sighed there and allowed them to tickle and tease all over her porcelain-white body. The contrast was striking; her slim, nubile curves, fresh and youthful and pure English-white between their beautiful, ebony black, well toned bodies. Alice was slight anyway, but between the tall and powerful men she looked daintier than ever. "Hello all," she said, looking up. "I was beginning to wonder where you'd got to." Each side of her neck and under her arms were simultaneously pampered with kisses as she stretched her arms above her head and left them to drape lazily over the pillows. Her companions voyaged their lips on to her breasts, taking a nipple each to love and excite. "Laura found a new play-mate," Amelia grinned. "So we stayed to watch." She moved in front of me and drew her finger under my chin. "I think she's quite taken with her." "With who?" Alice asked and brought her arms down again. The men moved for her, then pressed close, awaiting her instruction. Her slender fingers traced along the ebony lengths jutting obscenely up to each side of her. "Seffie," Amelia said and tipped the delicate string straps from her shoulders. Her silken dress slid down her lithe sinuous body, and as Alice lay giggling on the lounger her sister stepped from the pool of silk at her feet. "Mmm, there certainly is something special about that one. You have excellent taste, as always, dear Laura. I'll be sure to mention that to your Papa next time I see him." "You are a devil, Alice," I chuckled. "It seems I've missed out on much during my time in France." "Don't worry, Laura," Amelia said, stepping to the lounger bed, "now you're back we can find many ways to fill you in." She joined her younger sister as Alice and Charlotte giggled. To Alice's right the fellow made room for the girl to lay down, and after the sisters kissed they turned and lay bottom to bottom as they endured the most sensuous looking embraces from their dark-skinned lovers. Charlotte slipped her arm beneath mine and escorted me to parasol shaded chairs out on the grass. We each still held a glass and sipped from them as we laid back on the lounge chairs. The sun was bright and heated my skin, but a slight breeze helped keep the heat down to a warmth. The sounds of birds and the scents of flowers drifted to me in the gentle eddies of the shifting summer air, and the occasional honeybee buzzed nearby, taking several turns to safely land upon their chosen flowers before soon taking off again in ungainly fashions. From a short way off the fluttering gasps and murmured sighs of the amorous sisters drifted across the grass as the girls wriggled and cavorted between their strong but gentle lovers. The men displayed their myriad talents as Alice and Amelia were teased and thrilled to perfection by tongues, fingers, lips, hands mouths and cocks. I enjoyed their enjoyment, and they seemed both perfectly at ease with and ideally suited to the pursuit of pleasure. The sisters were a little older than myself, and I wondered if in five years I would still be having the sort of fun I was having now. "What do you think?" Charlotte asked. "I think the languid opulence of the house adds to the lavish decadence of its inhabitants, and to have one without the other would be to deny each its full potential. But all seem content in their position, and I dare say their secret lives would be the envy of many in less free and liberated households." "I dare say. And I doubt any here would exchange those lives for ones lived within more palatial and less sybaritic estates." "Quite. But is it not dangerous to be so open with these pursuits?" "Far more restraint is exercised in the choosing of our playmates than in the play we indulge in with them. Even you, Laura, my dearest friend, were drawn slowly into the circle." "And you knew nothing of your Mother and Father's, even your sister's, proclivities before this summer?" "Perhaps not nothing; the occasional clinch was overheard now and again. But it had been hidden most effectively until recently. This summer has been quite inspirational!" "Indeed." "I have missed you so, Laura," she said softly. I moved my arm between us and she took my hand in hers. "And I you, Lottie." I replied and squeezed her hand. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Charlotte and I lay shaded beneath our parasols watching the carnal scene unfolding before us. I had begun to feel a little tipsy from the wine and chose to drink no more of it until later on. I summoned a servant and instructed him to prepare fresh fruit juices for Charlotte and I. He strode confidently away, securing my eyes to his firm buttocks as he walked. A short way off Alice and Amelia turned to one another as they lay on a wide sun lounger. Their magnificent males coupled themselves to the girls backs as the sisters entwined their limbs and kissed. The girls' alabaster skin gleamed in the bright sunshine and seemed all the more white in the contrast of the dark black, muscular contours of the men they lay between. The sun-saturated sylphs shifted and squirmed as their tongues cavorted within each other's mouths, and their fine slaves slid their phallic totems through the girls' thighs while they licked and kissed the backs of their necks. Alice and Amelia pressed their bellies together as their full and firm breasts pushed and rubbed conjointly. Alice brought her hand from her sisters hip and moved it between them. She curled her dainty fingers around the dark heads of the captured cocks and rubbed them playfully together as she sighed and murmured into her big sister's mouth. The men too were not shy to show their pleasure, and had groans and growls for the girls as their hands delighted their pretty curves without reserve. "Charming, aren't they?" said Charlotte wistfully. "Increasingly so," I returned. Charlotte paused before asking her next question, seeming to wait until the servant was by my side pouring us each a tall glass of fruit juice and crushed ice. "Tell me of your General?" she asked. I looked to her; she was smiling wickedly. "I knew that rampant knave would not be able to keep my confidence," I said with a smile. The servant left the pitcher and once more his full strides caught and held my gaze. "No, he's never been one to uphold a Lady's honour. He did, however, say of your brief tryst something quite remarkable." "Oh?" "He intimated you and he hadn't performed the full deed, though he was reticent to explain his failing. He was in your house after all, was he not? And had you in a state of readiness?" "All true, Lottie," I said, and watched as the quartet rearranged themselves. Amelia had sat up, there was much giggling. The beautiful stallions were ready to conjure magic precise to the girls' whims. She turned and laid back down the opposite way up, whereupon she proceeded to insinuate her tongue between the thighs of her younger sister. Alice's sighed giggling stopped only when she too began to taste and tongue her sibling. "I gather he spoke of wooing me onto my knees before him, where I was perfectly unable to resist sucking his fully extended cock until he showered me with my reward?" "Indeed. But after that he became uncharacteristically reserved when further details were requested." I laughed at the news. "How wonderful!" I said. Charlotte looked only at me. I, on the other hand, could not draw my eyes from the scene before me. The sisters were now licking not just each other, but the rude protrusions which had been slotted between their legs. "Laura!" she urged. I glanced to her. "It happened as he said. I knelt, I sucked, I was drenched in his come. He no doubt watched as I rendered myself incapable of anything but pleasure, then pressed his half-sleeping member to my lips again. So I sucked him to full mast, whereupon he fairly demanded to take me." "And how did you prevent that?" she asked, leaning towards me now. The men were sliding their great pricks in the wetness between the girls' legs. Both Alice and Amelia had shuddered and panted to heaven and back and were now showing one another their most tender love. "Has he fucked you, Lottie?" I asked as I turned to face her. Charlotte blushed crimson. It was all the answer I needed. She paused before speaking.