3 comments/ 5330 views/ 2 favorites The Boiler Room Ch. 01 By: Lionel_Johnson Lady Ritzdale sits on the observation deck, she takes a sip of her tea. Its assam today, it is fashionable to drink earl grey like the king but like everything in life, she prefers something a little bolder, more intense. The voyage has taken four weeks so far, not long now. She is a long way from her little Welsh mining village near Milford Haven now. Geoffrey, her sweet heart is probably in the study reading a little Jane Sharpe or persuading the washer woman to give him fellatio. She is bored of playing chess with Mr Charlsworth, she stares at him almost with contempt while he obtusely ponders and re-ponders his next move, all the while twisting his long thin white moustache as though he is winding up a clockwork mouse. She puts the tea cup back on the saucer and takes a look into the tea leaves, they have formed into a row of thin black strips all in the same direction. She squints at them, they almost look like black rose petals. He finally makes his move, the king and the rook swap places and the trap is sprung. "Checkmate I believe Mr Charlswroth." Just then Mr Wilson approaches with a small piece of blotting paper in his hand. He whispers into Mr Charsworth's ear and then looks up at her while Charsworth slips him a five pound note. "Terribly sorry." "Miss Ritzdale." She rolls her eyes. "Lady Ritzdale, Mr Wilson." Mr Wilson rests his hand on the brass butt of his plasma pistol. "Yes of course... would you like to explain to me why one of the crew has found a loaded elephant gun in your room madam." "Is it illegal to own a gun now Mr Wilson?" "No but I am in charge of security and it is against regulation to have weapons on board the ship unless they are securely stored in the hold." She grins as she strokes the pocket pistol strapped to her thigh while she caresses her chest with her other. Mr Wilson's eyes are immediately drawn to her ample chest. Charsworth knows better than that and keeps an eye on her other hand. "Oh Mr Wilson.... I'm terribly sorry, I was just cleaning it, I'll have James put it in my hold trunk at once." Mr Charlesworth gives her a dirty look knowing full well that she is just playing innocent. "I have had it sent to the vault for safe keeping. here is your combination madam." He hands her the piece of blotting paper with a six digit number printed on it. "Thank you." She says begrudgingly. Charlsworth takes her gloved hand. "Lets take a walk my dear." He grabs his walking cane and stands up, raising his hand, gesturing for her to stand up, she moves with him making it look as though he is lifting her up effortlessly as they look into each others eyes. They start walking and make one lap of the deck without making a sound as she follows his lead. He leads her into his cabin, he gently pushes her inside as he looks to the left and the right making sure the coast is clear. He quickly slams the door behind them and looks her in the eye, his face full of anger. "What the hell were you thinking child!" She defiantly looks him back in the eye. "I'm twenty four now uncle Charlie" "Yes and still acting like a fourteen year old girl!" He grabs her by her narrow waist and spins her around gently as though they were doing a ballet dance together, he can feel the whale bones inside her corset through her jacket. She ends up facing the bed, and he firmly applies pressure to the small of her back. He cannot help but admire her perfect hour glass figure as he bends her over the bed. The foot board digging into her abdomen as she lays there bent over the bed. He takes his walking cane and bends it in his hands, she can hear it creak as he flexes. Then he lets go with one hand and takes control of the cane, waving it around as if it were a fencing sword. He raises the hem of her dress with the brass tip of his cane, resting it on the small of her back to expose her perfectly formed derrière, then with a swoosh he swings, her firm buttocks rippling for a fraction of a second in an almost hypnotic fashion as it strikes her. She lets out a quiet yelp of a squeal as the sting of the cane bites through her buttocks. "One." Again her strikes her his cane again, this time even harder, she bites her lip, clenching the bed sheets as a tear comes to her eye. "...Two." She can feel her buttocks burning with pain as they start to glow a rosy red colour. Then he swings more slowly, stopping just before her bottom and the cane connects, he is teasing her, testing his swing like a golfer or crochet player. She knows its going to be a big one, she tries to reach for a pillow but cannot reach, she tries to grab a fold of the duvet before the next stroke, she is too slow and the shaft of the cane hits her at break neck speed with a loud crack that echoes around the room. "Three." She quickly grabs a roll of the duvet and bites down hard just as the next stroke smacks into her bringing a single tear to her eye. "Four." The caning turns into a frenzy, and he continues in quick succession. "Five, Six, Seven." Each number instantly followed by a large crack as he canes his beautiful nice her dress drooping over her perfectly formed body to reveal her firm bulbous bottom tapering from her narrow waist. As he gazes at her sweet buttocks mesmerised he begins to feel a stir in his trousers, he becomes semi aroused, a small drop of sticky pre emission forming within his breeches. She bites down even harder as he continues, a sweat forming on his brow as he becomes slightly breathless from the exhortation. "Eight- nine!...TEN!" The tenth and final stroke is the hardest making her scream as she bites down on the duvet. He puts the cane down on the dresser and takes a deep breath. "This is a very important mission Sarah, what would your father say?" She gets up and looks at him, her bottom now throbbing and burning with a powerful stinging sensation that burns deep into her buttocks. His mast has risen to something a liking to a tent pole within his pants. She stands up and turns as her dress drops over her hips and covers her legs, concealing her bright red stinging buttocks which bloom from her finely embroidered French knickers. As she turns she notices his large semi erect package She cannot help but notice it. He gasps as she gently paces her petite silk gloved hand on his manhood. "Yes uncle Charlie what would my father say!!" Just then someone knocks at the door. "Are you aright in there sir?" She opens the door and tidies her now slightly ruffled hair, her cheeks are red and she looks flushed from all of the excitement. "Yes my uncle is fine." She makes for her room and steps into the en suite bathroom. She raises her hem and her petticoat, and sits down on the porcelain throne. She removes her elbow length gloves with her teeth and places them on the counter next to her. The cold ceramic soothes her bright red throbbing buttocks as she sits. She stands up slightly and lightly touches her bottom, it feels warm from all the hot blood that rushed to the area and there is a slightly sticky area where a small drop of blood has been absorbed by her knickers. She sits back down removes a small journal and pencil from her right jacket pocket and begins to write. 'As planned I have managed to gain a combination for one of the safes without being seen in the vault. It is now a simple case of swapping the card with my code written on it for the one with our mutual friends combination written on it. Uncle Charlie gave me another thrashing just now. I looked at my bottom in the dresser mirror the other day and it had a hand print on it! I will be having trouble sitting down for the next few days. Camilla was right though, it is all just in the mind. I'm actually starting to quite like it.' She strokes her pin stripe stockings with her bare hands working her way up past her pocket pistol and between her legs running one of her middle fingers over her love bud, rubbing it through her French knickers as she strokes the lips of her quim with her other hand. There is a silky feeling as she gently massages her love garden, she looks down at her glistening black panties, her knickers are soaking wet. The Boiler Room Ch. 02 She closes her eyes and starts to think of Geoffrey, she shouldn't, he's a married man but she had to have him and now they are lovers, it has been that way for years. He is a notorious polygamist, his wife is not! To his wife's embarrassment she often hears rumours of his latest fling. Stories have reached her from as far a field as Turkey where he was on "expedition". Rumour has it that he is also bisexual which is probably why he felt so at home in Turkey. Lady Ritzdale hopes that he is not punching above his weight again, frolicking with Hannah the German washer woman rather than some Dukes daughter or anyone else who he could get into serious trouble with. Hannah is the best looking servant by far and Lady Ritzdale wouldn't mind playing with Hannah herself. She imagines Hannah seducing Geoffrey instead of the other way around, playing with her hair and giving him a provocative look, bending over to dust and stoking the fireplace. Knowingly placing her huge but firm round bottom in full view. He thinks he is clever by persuading her give him fellatio in the study, not realising that she is the one manipulating him, making sure he chooses her as his favourite servant and trusted sex slave. She plays hard to get, pretending to be reluctant while secretly she wants to be treated even more like a filthy whore. Lady Ritzdale can see through it, any woman can, especially Geoffrey's wife but its a ploy that most men seem completely blind to, ignorance is bliss. She imagines Hannah giving his member the perfect kiss, lightly pressing her moist lips to his head as it starts to glisten with pre-emissions a tiny string attaching itself to her sweet cheery red lips like a spiders web as she touches it with the tip of her tongue making him squirm with delight in his rocking chair as he feels her hot moist breath wash over him. Lady Ritzdale wonders if he gives Hannah the same look of glee he gives her as she takes the entire length of his hard throbbing tool deep into her hot wet mouth. Hannah's oral skills are legendary, not only can she speak four languages fluently, she can also fit an entire courgette inside her mouth! She also seems to have an endless supply of warm slippery saliva, perfect for a wet one. Hannah has a way of massaging a man's helmet with her tongue that makes them squirm and squeal uncontrollably. Lady Ritzdale has first hand experience of this as she once had the pleasure of observing it from afar. When lady Ritzdale returns home she hopes to catch them both in the act. Then she can black mail the maid- she'll keep quiet so long as the maid gives her cunnilingus on demand. Then perhaps she might finally get to taste her sweet German muffin too. She wants her to watch as she mounts him while he is still sat down on his rocking chair, rocking back and fourth with his yardstick deep inside her moist love tunnel making her beautiful voice sing as she grinds against him and he throbs inside her and the maid watches. Not forgetting that it gets quite hot in a kitchen in a maids dress so she rarely wears underwear. Lady Ritzdale thinks to herself...She should remove Hannah's bonnet while making love, liberate her beautiful hair. Hannah has a slight gap in her top teeth just enough to give her a girl next door charm without looking goofy, much harder to fake than a beauty spot and you know what they say about girls with a gap in their teeth! Lady Ritzdale hopes Hannah will be tempted enough to start rubbing her gem as she watches them rock back and fourth. She Gently rubs her own well polished jewel as she plans a good evenings entertainment. Then he'd probably send her away to bring them both a snack with his seed still dripping down her leg, he always gets a little peckish after coitus. For now these are only fantasies but it will be short work for a woman of such guile as Lady Ritzdale to make it happen. It was Lady Ritzdale who hired Hannah in the first place, George's wife Mrs Lyndon had heard a rumour that the previous kitchen hand had been conquered by George already so she had to sack her or suffer another humiliating scandal. It wasn't that she slept with her husband, she had already come to terms with his promiscuity. It was that she was indiscreet about it, boasting to the other servants who are all notorious gossips making her a laughing stock in the circles of high society. Scandals are the stuff of politicians and clergy men the more civil members of society have the decency to be discrete. In a sense she is the perfect wife for him, she allows him to frolic and she has the comfort and security of knowing that she is married to a man who genuinely cares for her. Geoffrey married her because her family was going bankrupt, her fathers gambling debts were mounting up, she was about to get pulled out of private school and people were starting to gossip. He affectively won the beautiful seventeen year old virgin in a game of cards. At the age of eighteen be bested lord Uxbridge at a game of cards. Unable to pay Geoffrey saw his daughter start to cry so he offered to pay off her fathers debts and her extortionate school fees in return for a title which was given to him in the guise of a marriage to the girl he could no longer afford to take care of anyway. Upon his death his only child, will inherit the title ego she and her husband will become lord and lady Lyndon-Uxbridge. Mrs Lyndon is quite the trophy wife, young, intelligent, incredibly attractive and a true virgin. She has the most ample and perfect breasts, perky yet evidently large enough to show the slight sagging only large natural breasts can display as opposed to the new fangled saline implants. She is naturally of a coy disposition, retiring inside when the groundskeepers remove their shirts in the heat of the summer. She also has a keen aversion to body hair and Geof as been chastised many a time for watching her as she tends to her other well kept lawn. She has her shaving equipment and hot water already laid out on the bed almost as if she wants to give him prior warning! She starts by climbing out of a hot bath after reading a hot steamy romance novel. Next she dabs off her body with a towel, before taking Geoffrey's shaving mirror and laying on the bed on top of the wet towel. Then she spreads he legs revealing her perfectly kept love garden and places the mirror between her legs. Completely nuked she takes a glance around to make sure "no one is watching", she then spreads her legs in front of the mirror and with the shaving brush carefully covers her entire quim with shaving foam. Finally with the utmost delicacy and dexterity, she glides her mahogany and gold handled cut throat razor over her pubis and then very carefully over her vulva. Slowly dipping the blade into shaving bowl after every stroke then returning it to her body until there is no cream left and she is completely hairless. The entire process takes well over an hour and she seems to get caught every day that she shaves yet she always seems only ever to catch him just as she is finishing up, gently stroking her entire pubic region to ensure that not one single hair is left behind on her perfectly smooth front bottom, the inside of her lips glistening with something other than shaving cream as she "innocently" parts her lips in full view, her face failing to blush as she so easily blushes any other time. Sometimes she even has the audacity to sample a small taste of a stray drop of her own juices with the tip of her finger. Lady Ritzdale suspects that it is a vain attempt on Mrs Lyndon's part to seduce Geoffrey. The voyeuristic nature rather than the actual past time causing the arousal. Regardless he is oblivious to the opportunity to get his end away and has no interest in tainting such a pure and innocent beauty. Lady Ritzdale has not the heart to tell him either as she knows it will make him feel guilty. The tragedy of the story is that Geoffrey feels that Mrs Lyndon is too pure, too perfect for him to defile, like a rare porcelain doll, far too fragile and beautiful to actually play with and Mrs Lyndon remains a virgin still, other women are good for that. Other women like Hannah. Lady Ritzdale chose Hannah for a good reason. Hannah used to work for a coal Barron who was also the leading British arms manufacturer who went by the name of Richard Sussex. Sussex had plans for a new steam powered weapon called a teser, much like a blunderbuss fitted with four bayonets in appearance it is tethered to a backpack and fires bolts electricity instead of shot like a real blunderbuss. It was approved for a contract by the Royal navy because it allows the user to hit a target at ninety yards regardless of his marksmanship skills. The bayonet structure also doubles up as a close combat weapon. However rumour has it that due to an unsatisfactory price on the contract, he also intends to sell the plans as well as plans for a larger version to all of Britain's competitors. One which could melt through the hull of a British dreadnought. Hannah worked for Sussex who Lady Ritzdale was assigned to spy on. Foiled by security she simply turned Hannah and got her to do the spying for her. Richard Sussex the arms manufacturer was working on a top secret weapon being built in a laboratory beneath the kitchen of his Sussex estate to hide the heat emission. Hannah simply seduced him and left the door unlocked while they fraternised. One night whilst giving him oral pleasure she blindfolded him with her pinny and made a print of the key to the laboratory in a bar of soap whilst she pleasured him. She managed to keep him busy long enough for all of the plans to be acquired and had the perfect alibi to avoid too deep an investigation. There was no way Lady Ritzdale could turn down a woman of such beauty, initiative and with such a skilled mouth. She often wonders if Hannah's cunnilingus skills are as good as her fellatio and of course cooking skills! At the end of the assignment she took a photograph of the illicit couple in an incredibly compromising position and offered Hannah a job at Geoffrey's house. Not that she had a choice snce she had a picture of Hannah with a married man. It was ideal since Geoffrey took an immediate shining to her and with such oral skills Lady Ritzdale quite fancied keeping Hannah around for herself. With her eyes still closed Lady Ritzdale starts stroking her love bud through her sodden panties imagining that its Hannah doing the rubbing for her. The warm pleasant feeling soon builds up and before long she is even wetter than before, her saturated knickers soaking her fingers in a layer of slick sticky juices. She decides to go all of the way and stands up, unhooking her dress and letting it fall to the floor, the cool air caressing her body as she slowly walks over to the bed. She can feel her wet lingerie tacking to her smooth shaven vulva as the air cools her knickers. She runs her hand up her slick panties and then smears it all over her velvet corset where it barley cover her breasts. She pops a finger inside the top of her corset, flicking her nipple out into the open. Then she begins to squeeze it, the hot sensation neither pain nor pleasure but a delightful mixture somewhere between the two. She turns around and faces a huge round dresser mirror. Her sore bruised buttocks feel tender as she sits down. She unties her high heal boots and kicks them off to the corner of the room. She quickly slips her petticoat off and is left wearing nothing but a pair of stockings and suspenders with a pistol strapped over the top, a corset and of course her soaking wet knickers. She pulls them to one side and slips a finger inside, It makes a slight squelching noise as she slides it between her engorged slippery lips and inside her warm passage. She removes her finger and tastes her juices as she lays down on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs as far as they will go in front of the dresser mirror as if she is miss Lyndon having a shave, knees bent before she grabs a pillow and puts it beneath her head. She likes to watch herself as she masturbates, it appeals to her voyeuristic side, even if the only spectator is herself. She starts to rub herself up and down through her knickers, the damp frilly texture of her lacy underwear rough yet very slippery. Then she starts paying more specific attention to her nub, only occasionally stroking her lips, now just about visible through her tight wet panties. After a while she removes her soaking wet knickers licking and sucking all the juices off, savouring the smell of her sweet quim. Lady Ritzdale adores the smell of a beautiful woman though she prefers tasting and smelling women other than herself, her own taste will suffice however. She puts it down to a healthy diet consisting strictly of no meat or strong flavours, lots of fruit and the occasional dessert. What ever it is men cannot get enough of it and neither can she. She imagines how it would feel to have Hannah buried between her legs, holding her by her hair as she flicks her jewel with that talented tongue of hers while she gently tickles her own slippery gash. Before long she is so aroused that she starts to drip. Her heart has progressed form a light flutter to a heavy pounding she can feel and almost hear as she becomes more and more flustered and her cheeks begin to blush. She bites her lip trying not to moan as she polishes her gem, getting faster and faster, harder and faster a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. The caning must have had a profound affect on her as this is the most pleasure she has ever had whilst on her own. Her usual efforts barely enough to sate her deepest needs and desires. Close to satisfaction, furiously rubbing herself, her glistening lips reflecting in the sun light as she watches her bodies reaction to the onslaught in the mirror. She takes her other hand and plunges a finger in and out of her tight little hole with a groan. She fantasises about having a ménage a trios with Hannah licking her wet parting while Geoffrey impales her behind with his vieny, throbbing rod. Unable to contain herself, she lets out a muffled moan as she slips another finger inside. She starts to feel a little adventurous. Removing her fingers from her passage, she sucks them clean again, preparing herself for something a little more exotic. She gently strokes between her rose petal curtains up and down, lathering her fingers up in her sticky juices. She strokes her lips, up then down then up then down...down...down, her dripping juices lubricating her middle finger as it slips lower and lower until it finally reaches its destination. Her long slender finger teases her other hole for the first time. Curiously it feels good, arousing even yet different from her other erogenous zones. Then she applies light pressure to her rear entrance, with her own slippery juices as lubricant the tip of her finger slips in easily with only gentle persuasion making her gasp with a combination of shock, surprise and pleasure. She can see why Geoff is so keen and why "medical" enemas and anal dilators are so common. Still thrashing her nub with her other hand as droplets slowly start to drip over her finger, moistening it further still, She starts to gently ease her finger inside her anus, deeper and deeper, the thrill making her wetter still, she keeps going until her longest finger is all the way inside for the first time, it is as deep as it will go, the thrill and the sensation taking her breath away. She tries to start working her ring finger all the way in next to it but climaxes with a gush as soon as the tip of it starts to stretch her most holy of sanctums. As she lays there on the edge of the bed she sees her juices flow all over her hands and on to the wooden floor, the edge of the bed sheets also spattered in liquid pleasure. A tiny puddle forms on the wooden floor as she spasms and her sphincter contracts hard over her finger in unison with her pelvic floor muscles. In those precious few seconds, the collimation of her efforts she manages to create an even bigger wet patch on the floor, testament to her satisfaction. She stops watching herself in the mirror, gazing at the ornate plastering on the ceiling as she catches her breath, her heart now pounding so hard she can feel it, even hear it over the sound of the engine room below, her ample breasts rise and fall barely contained within her exquisite whale bone corset. She says to herself. "That was almost as good as the real thing." then in the heat of the moment, as if tasting a delicious dessert for the first time, she sucks her middle finger. The Boiler Room Ch. 03 Emily Booth is the the most famous burlesque dancer on the planet, her name is synonymous with provocative yet tasteful dancing, dancing that can only be truly appreciated by a man of restraint. She steps out of a giant bird cage wearing a finely fitting over bust corset extenuating her perfect elegant figure, On her fine long legs and shapely calves she has black pin-stripe stockings with frilly French suspenders and a ribbon over each thigh beneath which she has matching French lace underwear. A black lace ribbon tied neatly in a bow offset to one side sits rests around her beautiful swan like neck. Her sweet facial features are subtly exaggerated with a little blush powder applied to her cheeks and she has a beauty spot painted with a china graph pencil just below the dimple on her left cheek drawing the eye to her bright vivid smile. a moderately applied layer of charcoal mascara around her long natural, curled eyelashes. Her mascara is complemented by a modest coating of gun smoke grey eye shadow. She has bright silver eyes that sparkle in the light. She climbs off her swing and steps out of her giant bird cage, heading strait towards Fred as she gazes at him with a provocative smile. She stops only a foot away from him then leans forward towards him. Her chin up forming a flat line from the tip of her chin down her neck and chest to perfect bust, fully exposed to a view from the above angle. The spectacle beguiling on the hundredth occasion as it was in the very first experience. Her sweet full lips with their smooth sharp contrast against her complexion now only a few inches from his own as she slowly closes her eyes for what seems like an eternity compared to a normal blink. She puckers her lips going in for the kiss, instead she kisses the air, teasing him before standing upright again and turning to her right slightly incline. Her smooth sleek lines curved like a magnificent sculpture, as she stands there, both her firm buttocks and pert breasts visible from this perspective. She winks at him placing one hand on her right buttock as she blows him a kiss with her left followed by a short coy giggle and a wink. She stands there swaying her hips slowly, tantalisingly close, only and arms length away. Bringing both hands up to her front she caresses herself, the fingertips of both hands gliding all the way up from her belly button up to the top of her corset where they stop, hovering just above the top clasp as she gives him a mischievous grin. She starts to slowly unbuckle the top clasp with a pop, then the next one, all the way down in succession, pop- pop- pop- pop. With the unclasping of th final clasp she parts her arms like an eagle spreading its wings and lest the corset fall to the floor. Beneath it she is wearing a fish net body stocking that perfectly hugs her shapely figure and a a pair of black feather nipple tassels. Fred starts to slouch in her fine red leather arm chair he stole or rather acquired from the officers mess. Just then a small droplet hits him on his fore head and he looks up just as another drip falls hitting him in the eye and flowing down the side of his nose. He wipes his face and curiously takes a sniff. Strangely it does not smell of water, it has a more appealing, musky scent to it. Reaches over to a vintage black and white wireless set in a fine mahogany cabinet. Both doors already open he presses the pause button. The perfect image could easily be mistaken for a real women wearing black lipstick as she stands there now frozen, her chest fully exposed as she stands there spread eagle. He restored the wireless set himself. Its an old model, no one uses black and white any more but it is more reliable and the picture quality is far better than the grainy image of a modern colour design. He has only just bought the Emily Booth boxed set vinyls when they were at port in Liverpool and this is the first disk in the collection. He hasn't seen any of them yet and he seems annoyed at this sudden interruption to his viewing pleasure. He looks very at home on his comfortable red chair , feet up on an empty crate. To look at him you wouldn't know that he was in a large but cluttered and noisy engine room, you would think that he was in a lounge. He pulls open a draw in a cabinet next to his wireless and picks up a small tobacco chest and a pipe, he flips the lid up and breathes in deeply through his nose. inside is a partition, one side is full to the brim with vanilla tobacco, the other with herb. He fills the pipe up with tobacco and then crumbles a generous helping of herb on top. He strikes a match and inhales, taking a deep drag of herb. Aziz the apprentice is the only other person in the room, he is polishing a brass regulator when he catches a whiff of herb. "Fred that's your third one this week!" Fred stares at him with a blasé look on his face. "So!" "It's Monday!" "...Open the extractor will you." The engine room has an extraction system to remove any nauseous gases from the engine and remove the smell of chemicals from the passengers quarters, it is also very affective at removing the smell of herb and tobacco too- very convenient in a ship where smoking is banned below deck. Aziz steps up onto a work bench in front of the window and pulls the leaver to start the extraction fan then gets back to polishing the regulator. Fred takes another drag on the pipe and slouches into his chair with a sigh. He stares at the projection, mesmerised by the exotic beauty before he has another whiff of his fingers, "Hmm...It looks like water but it has a very slightly greasy consistency like thin oil or melted butter.... Coolant perhaps?' He murmurs to himself unable to distinguish the smell for sure over the smell of grease and engine oil permeating his hands. "What?" shouts Aziz. "Oh nothing...I think there might be a coolant leak in the first class deck" Or at least he thinks it might be coolant. He considers tasting it but decides not to in case it is coolant and wipes it on his coveralls instead. Another drop lands right in his pipe and puts out his prize winning herb. Herb, like opium, Tobacco and absinthe are very expensive and listed under controlled substances, hard to get hold of and highly taxed when bought legitimately. Just an ounce of his gourmet substance is worth a weeks wages and he may have just lost an eighth of that, he is not happy, then again he can always grow more. Fred is the ships engineer, he lives in the engine room of the cruiser, he has been working as the ships chief engineer since the day it was commissioned and served along side the ships captain when they were both in the Royal Navy. The captain, while strict has complete faith in Fre'd's competence as an engineer and has given Fred and his team a lot more leeway than the rest of the crew. There are sketches and designs for various contraptions and improvements to the ship as well as the odd print of a pin up girl here and there showing a little shoulder of thigh with a cute smile or cheeky grin. Scattered everywhere throughout the engine room is a whole host of tools and machines. Piles of dust, filings and swath make the room appear more like an old workshop than the engine room of s white star liner flag ship. Fred and his small staff of two technicians and an apprentice have become a little crew in their own right often taking charge of the ship while in port, supervising the restocking and fitting while in dry dock the rest of the crew are on leave. While not a real gentleman he is next in line for first officer of the ship however he loves his job and probably wont accept it. Sometimes however he gets bored and when everything is running smoothly it can actually be a most monotonous lifestyle. He passes the time by restoring old technology he buys cheap at auctions such as his black and white wireless and by proposing and installing modifications to the ship. The captain usually approves if only to give his staff something to do again. He has already increased the ships speed by ten percent and he and his apprentice have given up their quarters in favour of permanent residency in the engine room, their quarters becoming little more than a store cupboard, the booming engine no louder than background radiation on a crystal radio to him now. When all else fails he has a vast collection of erotic vinyl and a secret lover to keep him busy. The ceiling drips one last time. "Drat!" did you see that boy?" Aziz looks up oblivious. "See what?" Fred points up to the ceiling. "The ceiling is leaking." "I thought you said the guys checked the pipes last week? " Aziz says as he carries on polishing. "Well it doesn't look like it does it?" Fred stands up reluctantly and walks over to a telephone mounted on the wall next to the door. He winds up the crank and picks up the receiver then dials the other two members of his staff in the main workshop. "Workshop." "Can you men check the pipes for me please?" There is laughing at the other end of the telephone. "I didn't know you were into that sort of tripe sir!" He can almost see them grinning. "Shut up you dirty dog, did you check the ruddy pipes last week?" "Steady on...Yes we did it last week Fred." "Well its leaking again." "It can't be, we checked it...must be a washer." "Well go and fix it." "We can't we have to get the main theatre holovision working by tonight." "Fine!" He hangs up the voice piece and picks up a tool box on a bench under the telephone. "Do I have to do everything myself! Come on boy." Aziz's face lights up at the prospect of doing something other than cleaning and he runs over to Fred. Fred looks at a chart on the wall to see which room is directly above. A deck, first class, room number 47. He makes his way through the door towards the stairs and Aziz follows. He knocks on the door, there is no answer so he waits a few seconds and knocks again. Still no answer, he walks over to a telephone alcove in the wall and calls the porter. "Porter." "Yes." "There anyone staying in room 47?" He thinks to himself, 'please say no please say no.' "Yes, shall I connect you?" "No thank you, its aright I'm right outside they might not be in." He walks back over to the door and knocks even harder, still no answer. "Hello...is there anyone there? It's engineering, we need to take a look at the plumbing in your room." Lady Ritzdale sits up suddenly still short of breath. She clumsily tries to pick her damp panties up off the floor and puts them on quickly. She can feel a cold wet patch over her vulva as she walks over to the door. She takes a look through the peep hole as Fred rolls up on his heels waiting his hands in his pockets waiting for an answer. He must have heard her shuffling. He thinks he can hear something but he doesn't like the idea of going into an occupied room without permission and prefers to assume that there is no one there. He wants to walk away but he really needs to get it fixed. He takes out a skeleton key and opens the door. His eyes almost explode as he is greeted by a scantily clad Lady Ritzdale wearing nothing but stockings French knickers and a corset, she has a small pistol strapped to her thigh and room a somewhat familiar musky scent to it. He manages to compose himself despite the incredible sight of such an incredibly beautiful and provocatively dressed woman. Aziz's jaw drops as he sees this beautiful woman in her underwear. "Sorry, there was no answer...believe there may be a leaking pipe somewhere here..." He looks over at the small wet patch on the floor and nods at it. She blushes and looks nervously away, bashfully looking at the floor, then she pulls a perplexed face. "Oh no, I'm sorry I...spilled something on the floor that's all." She catches a whiff of herb. "Have you been smoking herb?" Fred panics. He points at the pistol and says. "I wont tell if you don't!" She smiles at Aziz who is still gazing at her hypnotised. "It's a deal." Fred can't help but join Aziz in the staring as he notices the glistening, silky wet patch on her knickers, he stands there for an awkward and undue amount of time, lady Ritzdale wonders if he has anything else to say whist stood there with a sense of ambiguity. Most men seem to think that women can't see where they are looking yet it was quite apparent where there eyes where. It was quite unnerving and embarrassing standing there with a wet patch on her knickers yet at the same time it was also incredibly flattering to see them so easily aroused by the sight of her wet quim, tantalisingly visible through her French lace. ­Fred snaps out of it and looks over at Aziz drooling over the incredible sight whilst simultaneous realising that it was quite apparent what they were up to. "Well be best be off then." Fully recovered from his dream state he proceeds to literally slaps Aziz out it. "You too you little pervert." Fred takes one last glimpse at her V before he looking her in her in the eye as if it never happened, smiling like a Cheshire cat. She smiles back as if giving condolences and he becomes affixed to her perfect crystalline eyes. He stare too long again and ends up admiring her beautiful lips instead. He knows he should be gone by now but he can't help looking at her, she reminds him of his secret lover. He thinks to himself. 'This is getting award time to go!' and he finally breaks her spell. Grabbing Aziz by the shirt he drags him back a step so that they are clear of the doorway "...Good day." She closes the door and Aziz and Fred look at each other with a huge grin. As if to say. 'Did you see that!' Fred takes out his pocket watch and looks at the time, it is five minutes past the hour of four. He hands Aziz the tool box. "On you go boy, I'll check on you later make sure you're OK." Aziz runs off down the corridor and Fred walks off in the opposite direction. He keeps going until he reaches a stairwell near the stern of the ship and then goes down a spiral stair case. There is a plain door with the number 228 written on it. He knocks three times. A member of staff opens the door, a young good looking American ship maid. She looks a little surprised but very pleased to see him. "You're two hours early!" She smiles and they both look to the left and the right, making sure the coast is clear and then he hugs her like a child with a rag doll before they embrace and kiss romantically. "I know but I have a couple of hours free and I'm really in the mood!" He picks her up and carries her inside, slamming the door behind them. She laughs out loud, kicking her legs back like a hoarse. "I've just finished work. I want to get ready and look nice for you." He carries her strait over to her bed and lays down on top of her. "But you always look nice and Martha is not back until eight!" She looks him in the eye with a mischievous look. "Yes we have four hours all to ourselves!" He kisses her, biting her bottom lip as he pulls away whilst he peers into her mischievous eyes. She giggles and wraps her arms around him as they kiss again, deeply, more passionately this time. His hands creep down the sides of her narrow waist and stop at her hips, gently creeping around to her front. He tickles her and she laughs then gazes at him again. She takes one hand off him and places it between his legs, grasping onto his increasing package through his boiler suit. Both still fully dressed, she takes her hands off him and starts to slowly unbutton his boiler suit. He unties her apron and pulls up her maids dress and petticoat, exposing her abdomen. He blows a raspberry on her belly and then glimpses down towards her tight young passageway. "You're not wearing any underwear!" She grins. "Well I knew you would be...coming!" He strokes his hand over her thigh and grabs a small hip flask, bound to her thigh with a frilly elasticated band. I certainly hope so, I do enjoy coming with you! He opens it and takes a swig before passing it to her"You come very prepared!" She giggles and takes a swig then closes the lid and tosses it to one side. He kisses her belly and starts kissing her lower and lower , she puts her head up, taking a quick look at the top of his balding head before she pulls her dress and petticoat up over her head, leaving them in a pile above her head so that she if left wearing nothing but her shoes, stockings and a frilly black bra. Her body fully liberated she pushes him down with both hands, forcing him to bury his head even further between her legs and smothering him. "Kiss me." He presses up against the bed, forcing his head up for air. "I was kissing you." "Kiss me passionately." She says with a sweet undeniable innocent smile. She does not even know the proper term for cunnilingus yet or any other of it's crude euphemisms. Her body is so young and elegant. It is the envy of a lot of women and the desire of many men. It makes the older but non the less still beautiful women remember when they were the object of desire. Such women would often stop and complement her. Secretly she wished that she had the courage and the confidence to approach a man and maybe one day have a sweet heart Her eighteenth birthday was not three weeks ago, she was still an innocent prude virgin then. It was Fred who deflowered her though had no malicious intent to corrupt her. They met through a friend who bought a gallon of Freddy's ship made moonshine (tax free of course) for her birthday party and invited him along. He mocks her light heartedly "You are so sweet and innocent" She just pulls a mischievous face and forces him back down below. He purposely caresses her with his stubbly chin making her giggle. The laughter soon subsides and turns into a groan as he starts to kiss her other lips and dips his tongue inside. He starts to nibble on her lips and then wriggle his tongue as deep inside her as he can. Alternating between the two he continues for a few more seconds, delving his tongue inside her sweet honey pot before focusing on her nub. The feeling of his hot breath and the sharp swarthy rubbing of his stubble makes her hmm in approval. "Mmmm...don't tease me." Not wanting to pause for thought (or breath for that matter) he continues. Lapping at her fountain like a lizard at a watering hole, tasting the cool water with the tip of it's tongue. Then he begins to pleasure her proper and she applies more force to his head to ensure he doesn't stop. He carries on for a while then stops abruptly. "Right, lets get your engine running, see if there are any emissions!". He pulls his goggles down and takes a deep breath as if drowning. and buries his head between her legs. She bursts out in a fit of laughter. "you are such a big kid!" Busy enjoying his meal he hums in response "Mmm Hmm." Next he licks her slit all the way up like a cat grooming itself or a child licking an ice cream. He envelops her gem in is mouth gently clamping it in his teeth as he lightly sucks on it. She groans even louder. "Mmmm I've been waiting all day for this." He starts to wriggle his head between her legs tickling her with his moustache and she clamps his head in place using her thighs like a vice her legs. He begins massaging her lump with his tongue and her hips rock slowly. After a while he moves his hands, underneath her firm buttocks, grasping them tightly as if to hold her down in order to prevent her from floating away. His tongue gets a little tired and he starts to move his entire head instead, his moustache tickling her inner thigh and vulva as he makes her squirm even more. His firm grasp of her buttocks anchoring her down as she squirms, rolling her hips and becoming more and more short of breath. Every now and then his goggles catch her abdomen and she feels the edge of the cold brass housing . He begins to suck on her gem even harder drawing his teeth along its hood as he tickles it with his tongue and occasionally kissing it covering his face in her juices. He can feel the moisture of her damp never region all over his face. He removes his hands from her bottom and uses them to part her vulva, exposing her engorged pearl even more before he takes it back into his mouth, lightly clamping it between his teeth, his mouth a pair of sugar tongues, her nub a rock of sugar. The Boiler Room Ch. 03 He keeps going licking more vigorously now, massaging her crown jewel with his entire tongue, his stubble rubbing her vulva. After a while she moans again louder stressing more this time as she grinds her hips against his face. He keeps at it, working his tongue more and more vigorously, biting and sucking on her pearl until finally she squirms in a fit of pleasure and groans one last time, her moan fainting into a soundless exhalation, her lungs breathless. His efforts are rewarded with a new slippery coating around his mouth about the same consistency as a thin garlic butter soup only more sticky like watered down maple syrup. To him she tastes just as sweet. He comes up for air once more and sees the lower edge of her ribcage rise and fall in a breathless frenzy, her spine bent over backwards. He starts to lick more furiously until his tongue starts to feel numb then he nibbles on her lips again and his tongue inside. His bristly moustache is getting soaked in her juices as it tickles her. Once he is recovered he put his wicked tongue back into action. He keeps going for several minutes, her body feels relaxed yet highly strung at the same time as he works his magic, her hips still rocking slowly with slightest of movement, almost in a rhythm with him. After a little while longer his neck becomes strained, then he notices that his face and chin are now coated in a thick slippery substance as though someone has spilled warm syrup down his face. Her bodies mark of approval is all he needs to spur him on and he works even harder, dipping his tongue inside her and wriggling it about every now and then instead of coming up for air. He dives in between her legs once more this time she gets carried away as she holds his head firmly in place he carries on unperturbed as her grip starts to weaken she starts to squirm and shiver sporadically. He licks his lips, savouring her them he wipes his face with the back of his hands then takes a deep breath before delving back down into the deeps. Her rolling rocking motion becoming greater less regular but more frequent and firmer than before. She starts to groan before finally she reaches the zenith of her pleasure. She raises her hips, pushing her love garden into his face with a groan and releases her nectar all over Fred's face, moustache and onto the bed sheets. She sinks into the bed breathless as he comes back up for air. He looks at her and raises his goggles back up onto his fore head with a huge smile on his face. He slips out of his jump suit as she lays there for a second catching her breath and he watches her chest rise and fall, her perky breasts mesmerising him as her ribcage moves up and down. She catches her breath and looks up at him. She smiles. "You look like the cat that got the cream". He looks at her with a cheeky grin. "I am the cat that got your cream!" She smiles and puts her head back down, a look of bliss on her face.. "Oh yes I forgot that you are a Cheshire man." "Where did you think I was from?" "Yorkshire?" "Yorkshire!" He looks disappointed. "Oh you southern fairies drive me mad some times." "I'm a Kentish maid actually!" She looks up sticks her tongue out at him. "Your no maid any more!!" "You're the one who corrupted me." She says with a grin. "I corrupted you?" He moves up, laying next to her on the bed, his head resting on her body as though she was a pillow "Yes I was a virgin til I met you!" "Oh I'm so sorry!... I was as honest as a saint until I met you, now look at me, sneaking around, having an illicit relations, what if we get caught? I remember you giving me the look and it was you who asked me to take you! Not the other way around." He kisses her on the lips then shakes his head, smothering her in her own juices. "Hey!" They both grin and she licks her lips and gives him a provocative smile. "Mmmm delicious." "But I think you are worth the risk...That's right that that look right there!" She gazes at him. "Well you have a way of smiling so I just can't stay mad at you." "Really?" He dips his finger inside her sopping wet hole and draws a moustache on her face with her own juices. "Stop it!" She giggles. "I'll stop doing it when you stop laughing." "There you go with that grin again." He runs his finger against her slit and she gives him a look as if to say 'I'm warning you' . He sucks her the juices off and smiles. "But it appears to make you really wet!" "Oh and you going down on me, making me all flustered has nothing to do with that?!.. I'm afraid there is only one cure for that." "For what?" "I'm afraid you have a severe case of hysteria." "Oh really?" She grabs his rod, it's rock hard and feels really warm, hot almost. "And what might that be doctor?" She asks in a very alluring voice. "I'm afraid it's a dangerous build up of sexual emissions which need be be relieved immediately!" She shuffles down a little and starts to kiss his throbbing head. "I best take my medicine then." She says with a huge grin. She starts to take his head in her mouth with a sigh. "Mmmm." Her humming creating a slight vibrating sensation. She says just before she begins to lick the length of his shaft. She opens her mouth wide this time taking his entire length. She starts to bob her head up and down tilting her head side to side. The inside of her cheeks feel like the next best thing to being inside her. She comes up for air again with a deep breath. "We'll..what's this cure of yours?" "Looks like you already know. You just have to swallow one full dose." "Your dose!" "NO!... My medicine." He says with a grin. "No I didn't know that, I just want to taste you." She gives him another sexy and mischievous grin. "A full dose? Can I save some for my other lips?" He sighs. "Oh I guess so." She says nothing and takes him in her mouth again, expertly sucking on him. "Ooooh!...How do you know all this!" You wouldn't think that only three weeks prior she had never even seen a gentleman's member. Her hot wet mouth feels perfect. She takes a firm grip of his shaft and rubs it leisurely. "I just do!" She returns her lips to his member, tenderly kissing it before devouring him like a lollipop. She lets her mouth fill with slippery saliva as she lightly sucks on his tool then drives her head down onto his shaft enveloping his hot throbbing member. She twizzles her tongue around him making him squirm as though she is holding him underneath a trickling cold shower on a cold morning. She pauses for breath gazing at him eagerly like a cook waiting to see if the lord of the manner approves of her new recipe. She uses her saliva as lubricant, vigorously massaging his member giving him sensations and such pleasure never given to him by hand before. He does not need to say anything to show his approval. His tense abdomen and look of glee say it all for him. He is quite good looking for his age. He is thirty eight years old and his moustache is starting to grey. However, lifting heavy equipment and components has strengthened and toned his body far better than any gymnasium ever could. She has a way with her hands and her oration is by far the best he has ever had. His previous encounters giving him little desire for more. Among other things is the thrill of know just ho much it arouses her herself. She soon catches her breath and returns to her plaything like a child sucking on a boiled treat. His abdomen muscles contract in a tense frenzy as she slowly sucks his breath away. Her lips feel incredibly soft and silky on his shaft and head, the sensation has an almost soothing quality. He feels his body relax and sink into the bed whilst at the same time an incredible tension is building up inside him. An overwhelming need to release his seed into her mouth. Her hand still wrapped around him stroking the base of his shaft with a twisting motion she take it deeper inside her, using her tongue to gently massage him. They way she moves makes him feel like she has covered him in oil and screwing a nut on and off his bolt with her tongue causing him to moan and gasp in ecstasy. She soon develops the optimum rhythm a sort of trotting pace that has him in hysterics, squirming like a little school girl playing tickle catch. He soon reaches the vinegar strokes and tries to beg her not to stop but she has taken his breath away. Unable to speak he simply moans as he tenses his jaw , trying not to scream and disturb the other passengers. She stops just as he is about to explode making him wonder weather she did it on purpose or not. He is filled with ambiguity, the anticlimax of being so close to absolution consolidated by the prospect of enjoying her sweet mouth for even longer. She rubs his shaft with her soft hands in a twisting motion, her saliva lubricating him and making her hands glide smoothly as she rolls her fingers over his head and making him groan. He can tell by her smile that when she uses her hands she is teasing him for sure. She waits until he squirms again abut to fire his entire wad all over her hands and face. "Ahhhh...remember...you...have....t-tooo...swallow-it ahh. His look of pleasure indistinguishable from a look of pain. She stops rubbing him more slowly making him jerk then kisses his tip before finally taking his entire length in her mouth. She puts in even more effort this time the prospect of making him blow his load too overwhelming for her to resist. She can feel herself dripping down her thigh in anticipation as she sucks hard on his shaft, her soft lips sliding up and down his member, lubricated by her hot wet mouth. She takes his entire length in her mouth creating a sensation that cannot even be replicated by her other lips. She bobs her head all the way up and all the way down on his shaft. He starts to groan as she aggressively sucks on his shaft. Slick sticky spit drips from the edge of her mouth and onto his pelvic region. The action very vigorous, aggressive even, she pushes herself like an athlete who really want a gold medal. She is moments form her reward. He feels really close now. He feels as is he is holding back an avalanche. He is beyond the point of no return. He can't hold back even if he wanted to. Gasps hard with a groan almost loud enough to wake up the entire ship were it not day time. He feels like he is about to blow her head off as he explodes in her mouth. As his cream floods into her mouth she simply hums in approval as is though she is tasting a delicious confectionery treat that meets all her cravings for the first time ever. His jysm doesn't even touch the sides as she swallows his entire load in one gulp and withdraws his slippery drool covered yardstick from her mouth and a little saliva drips onto his thigh. She looks at him with a satisfied yet wanton smile. "I want to taste you with my other lips now" He catches his breath before answering which takes him several seconds. His heart is pounding as he answers. "As you wish" climbs up on top of him and spreads her legs, revealing her glistening dripping wet parting. Her lips are red with a hot flush. They both pause for a second and look at each other as if to say 'I'm going to enjoy this.' placing a hand on the small of his back, holding him down with the other, she slips his member inside her in one long smooth motion. They both moan in unison. "Ohhhh." But Fred soon comes to his senses and his usual humour kicks in "Ahh rape!!" She giggles like a school girl. He draws back a little and thrusts himself in even deeper than before, a single droplet of her sweet juices drips down between his bum cheeks and onto the sheets below. They instinctively inter lock their fingers together their teeth sparkle like pearls beneath their huge grins as the gaze at each other in anticipation. Pressing against his entwined hands for leverage she grinds her hips forwards rubbing her gem against him. Then she presses against his hands, slowly and forcefully pushing backward smudging a slick gooey patch on his pubic region. She groans as she forces his rod even deeper inside her. Her breath becomes lighter and shallower, her heart beats in rapid staccato succession but lightly as her breathing becomes harder and harder to control. She repeats the motion over and over, every stroke takes her breath away. He feels his entire body sink into the bed in a seizure of pleasure as though someone has injected distilled joy directly into his veins. He raises his hips with her every back stroke so he can penetrate her even deeper, resting each time she slides forward in unison with her graceful rocking motion. They gradually get faster and faster with each stroke like a huge locomotive gradually accelerating. Until they reach a frenzy, sweat starts to cover their bodies as they perspire and the physical exertion becomes more and more noticeable. They unlock fingers and he wraps his hands around her waist assisting her as she rocks back and fourth, lifting her and pushing her down onto his shaft. She strokes his body with her soft hands before resting them on his chest with a gasp. She starts to gasp with a whimpering moan, digging her sharp fingernails into his pectorals like a kitten digging it's claws into a man's leg in order to purchase a grip. Her strong sharp fingernails almost draw blood as she slowly draws them across his chest and raw burning tracks. The pain is incredible but the adrenaline from the pleasure and the novelty of being inside such a beautiful woman numb the pain, instead filling him with a surge of pleasure, forcing him to take a large gulp of air before holding his breath desperately trying not to scream with with joy. She smiles and catches enough breath to say. "Ooooh...sorry-ohhh!...that's going to leave-a-hahh...mark!" He just sits up slightly and wraps his arm around her waist and lays the other one on her back, wrapping his fingers around her shoulder. He keeps pulling down on her shoulder, forcing her down onto his rod as she rolls her hips against his groin. She begins to moan with every stroke and stares at her sweet lips as he gasps. They look each other in the eye before they kiss, deeply and passionately. She can feel his hot breath on her neck between each kiss. Its not long before she starts to tremor, too breathless to kiss and he starts to feel a little light headed. A form of tension starts to bud up as he senses that he will soon blow his load inside her. He wants more, he wants it harder, rougher. His instincts take over. His arm still wrapped around her body he bends his knees slightly and rolls over. He lays her down on the bed and slides inside her making her moan again. He draws back ready to penetrate her even deeper as he wraps his other arm around her but he pulls out too far, his fallis slipping out with a pop. She looks disappointed for a split second. He simply grabs hold of her even more firmly and effortlessly slips back inside her tight wet hole in one deep smooth motion, reforming the seal making her moan so loud that anyone in the Ambassador suite directly above them probably heard it. The sensation of entering her fills his body with joy and he struggles to hold back any longer. The feeling is overwhelming as his primal urges take control of him. He looses all composure and starts to thrash her in a relentless frenzy. The sudden surge of energy is enough to bring her over the edge and her sweet slippery nectar begins to flow, dripping between her legs and between her bum cheeks as her heart flutters. She pulls the most beautiful face as a hot flush of euphoria flashes over her face. She begins to spasm around his member as if her love tunnel has a mind of its own, as though it wants to draw his seed from him by its own device. His breath starts to tremor like a rattling steam valve as his body takes over and he is no longer to contain himself. He feels the blood drain from his face as the muscles anchoring his mast tense and spasm on their own as if trying to tickle her on the inside. He exhales in one huge breath with a whimpering groan as he ejaculates his entire load inside her. His single moment of perfection seems to go on for an eternity of uplifting joy. He collapses on top of her completely breathless gasping for air like a live fish out of water desperately gasping for air. His heart is pounding so hard that he can hear it, she can feel it pounding against her like a gigantic pair of bellows pumping the life into a red hot furnace. They both close their eyes with a look of sheer bliss on their eyes as he lays on top of her and she finally catches enough breath to tell him with a sigh. "Ohh...That-was...amazing." After a while and still short of breath he begins to stir. "No please stay inside me." He waits a little longer almost purring like a cat as she strokes his back. Finally he hops over to his waist coat and takes a look at his pocket watch. They have been capitulating for almost three hours. Little does Fred know that the Capitan has been making arrangements in the hopes of an illicit encounter of his own later tonight. The final preparations taking place as Fred lays back down next to his sweet young lover.