1 comments/ 27905 views/ 5 favorites Dirty Lady Katherine Ch. 01 By: AlexisShore Lady Katherine is feeling a little horny. The Enter key clicked as she tapped at it, and watched the screen refresh. It was true, and the simple fact of letting everyone know it made her even more so. Maybe she should have omitted 'a little'. She wasn't quite a Lady, just the daughter of a Lord. But her blog took the title, and so would she one day. That much at least he had no control over. Since her mother had passed away, he'd become increasingly distant. Now he had consigned her to the cottage on the estate and barely attempted to communicate with her. He was more interested in bedding his latest lover. She rose to her feet and wafted across to the antique wardrobe. It was called the cottage, but in actuality it was an eight-bedroom country manor house, complete with a pool and three members of staff. And the stately furniture that adorned each room was worth more than the 'cottage' itself. Still, it felt pokey in comparison to the giant hall up the hill. He could fill it with his lovers for all she cared. Her fingers danced across the material as the hangers swung gently beneath her touch. She picked the one she wanted and tossed it over to the bed, then stepped back to the laptop. It was sitting on her Georgian dresser and looked completely out of place. Her status update had already garnered a response. It was from Leah. She'd been visiting her site since she started it, and her reply simply said, "Me too." Katherine licked her lips. It was a nice thought. They'd exchanged a few emails, and had even had some very explicit typed chats on instant messenger. Her blog had begun with little purpose, but she quickly found it was delicious fun to describe her sexual yearnings after a particularly vivid post about an erotic dream she'd had. It bought more traffic, and the comments encouraged her to talk more and more freely about her desires and fantasies. And tonight, she was going to make them a little thank you gift. She reached around and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to her ankles before stepping out of it. She examined her slender frame in the mirror. A bit too thin perhaps, and her breasts were perky but small. Her nipples however were huge, they always were; a vibrant pink against the alabaster flesh of her boobs. The tuft of brown hair between her legs was neatly trimmed, and her legs descended forever. Long and slender, they often enraptured admiring eyes. She twisted round to check her bum. It was still there. She smiled at her reflection, and then tugged at her pony tail. She'd wear her long brown hair down tonight. That was rare. It had been tied back throughout her teens, and only since turning twenty had she started to let it loose. Her naked feet pushed into the deep carpet as she crossed to the bed. Her fingers squeezed into the black satin and rubbed it gently. It was frictionless and would feel delicious against her body. Just to make sure, she pulled it into her chest and caressed herself with it. Yes. Delicious. It danced down her torso as she let it drop over her head. The hem flicked at her bush and came to rest half way up her thighs. The satin clung to her rump gently, and she looked down to see her nipples teasing a shape through the material. With a flick of her hair to free it from the chemise, it was time. The Lady Katherine stepped to her dresser and perched gently on the Edwardian chair, bringing her hand to the mouse and clicking the button. A little red light told her the camera was recording. After a moment of stage fright, she finally managed to speak. Trying to purr softly, but scared she sounded a little silly, she said, "Hello. Here's a little gift for you all. I hope you enjoy it." Unsure if her voice sounded plummy, she settled back into the chair and framed herself properly. She rolled her shoulders and tried to get comfy. She was so self-conscious she knew that would never happen, so she just tried to seem relaxed. Her hand trembled as she bought it up and laid it flat against her chest. It rose and fell gently under her palm for a moment, and she licked her lips; more through nerves than arousal. But there was no doubt she was aroused. The nipples poking urgently through the satin were testament to that; unless the staff had turned the heating down again. She was a little too hot and bothered to properly gauge the temperature. Suddenly, it dawned on her that she was doing nothing, and time was ticking on. The counter running on the screen told her she'd been on camera for nearly a minute now. Her hand slipped down all by itself, and she felt her left nipple pressing into her hot palm. She massaged her little breast, teasing the flesh with the satin, and swallowed. Her eyelids batted over her large brown eyes, as she flicked her gaze in to the lens and let out a tiny sigh. The volume meter on the screen barely flickered. Seeking her nipple out, she pinched at it lightly, and when she rolled her tongue across her lower lip this time, there was no doubt in her mind why. Emboldened, she slipped her finger under the satin, and teased the material away from her shoulder. It dropped lightly, revealing her breast, the nipple even bigger than before. She moistened her finger tip and bought the saliva to the pink nub, massaging gently. She looked down at it glistening in the light, and rolled her eyes back up, staring through strands of hair at the camera. Her mouth opened. She didn't want this to become gratuitous, but she definitely needed to continue. So they would know what she was doing, she lifted her knee in to shot and rested her foot on the chair. Out of frame, her chemise rode up and exposed her slit. Still looking down the lens, she dropped her hand between her legs and felt the warmth wafting from her sex. The flesh gave way to her middle finger as she touched it into her folds, seeking out her pearl. When she found it, a little gasped 'ahhh' escaped her mouth, and she stared into the camera as she circled her bud slowly. She was far too self-conscious to go any further though. She dropped her foot to the floor and freed her finger, bringing it up in to frame with a little wave of goodbye. The tip was coated with a fine sheen of her silky wetness, and she sucked it softly into her mouth before stopping the recording. Immediately, the video began compiling and she ticked the little box that told it to upload to her site upon completion. Now she needed to tick her own little box. * Sounds drifted in, teasing their way into the half-formed images dancing in her mind. Slowly, the extremities of her body began to make themselves known, and sleep faded into a semi-conscious trance. Her thighs ached. The scratchiness in her mouth prompted her to smack her lips, and the light rushed in as her eyes pulled open slowly. They were so dry she could hear her lashes separating. A lock of hair was stuck to her lip, and she flicked it away in annoyance. She blinked, attempting to get her bearings. She was in her bed. Or more precisely, on her bed. The quilt beneath her was dishevelled and knotted, and a pile of black satin sat in a heap by her shoulder. The cool air danced over her skin, tickling at her buttocks as she realised she was naked. China tinkled behind her. She rolled onto her back and craned to see what had made the noise. A tray of morning tea had just been slipped on to her bedside table, and her eyes finally focussed on Sally, the maid, trying to avoid looking at her mistress' nude figure. "Morning Sally," she croaked. Sally said nothing. She sat up on the bed and clicked the sleep from her neck. But Katherine caught her looking at her nipples, and so was extra slow in slipping the chemise back on to her shoulders. "Anything else?" Sally finally asked politely. Katherine wiped her mouth and shook her head, then watched as she tootled away. This is why Paul had stopped serving her breakfast; she'd often fallen asleep in the afterglow of an orgasm, only to wake hours later fully on display. It was nice waking up to prying eyes, but she much preferred the gentle shock and slight arousal she saw in Sally than the half-lust, half-disgust that oozed from Paul like a cheap musk. Ah well, life below stairs was full of the gossip of mistress's sexual foibles, or master's unhealthy perversions. They were paid to be discrete, and Katherine knew they revelled in the pseudo-scandal of it all. Besides, she was relatively innocent compared to most. She took a sip of tea; too cold as usual. One day she would ask for it warmer, but it always slipped her mind by the time she emerged from the shower. The little green light flashing on her laptop caught her attention, and she smiled at the memory of what had caused her to lie back on the bed and tease herself for hours. It was fun recording it, but she knew she could never let go properly to an inhuman webcam lens. Ah well, maybe they had a little thrill seeing her start herself off. With a careless insouciance, she slipped from the bed and walked to the dresser. The screen awoke as slowly as she did after a gentle caress on the mouse pad, and she refreshed her web browser. Twenty comments had been posted already. She read through them. Some were coarse and filthy, which she didn't mind, and some were lengthy discourses and reviews of her performance, but all were equally flattering. Leah's was an especially good read. In fact, they had stirred her up again, and when she stepped into the shower, she spent a luxurious amount of time cleaning her clitoris. They all wanted more; and Katherine wanted to give them more. But she knew she couldn't, at least not with a cold laptop and a self-conscious streak. Dirty Lady Katherine Ch. 02 Lady Katherine is aching to touch herself. The sitting room was bathed in a glorious afternoon light. The sun beamed in through the lead-paned windows and danced across the opulent furniture, fingering it covetously. The silver tea set glinted brightly, and Katherine could see the incessant blinking of the red light on Tom's camera in the corner of her eye. She poured herself another cup. It looked too tepid to actually consume but she was trying to keep herself busy. This was another test session. Tom was insisting on them so she'd be more natural in front of the lens. She supposed he was right, and she knew she needed to forget it was pointing at her. Tom's easy manner helped a lot, and over the week as they went through this 'training' he'd chatted away and relaxed her greatly. By simply following her round the house with his expensive HDCam all day, she had become so accustomed to his presence, she did sometimes forget he was filming her. Tom was a filmmaker. At least, he wanted to be. He was actually struggling to make ends meet, but this project had interested him, and not even in a lascivious way. He'd gone up to St Andrew's with her when she was 18, one of the few lower middle-class chaps to have made it in. They had quickly become friends, purely platonic, but had drifted apart slowly after they both dropped out a year later. She'd immediately thought of him when she had the idea of having someone film to her. They were relaxed in one another's company, to the point they had often seen each other naked, but there was no attraction. It helped that he was a brilliant cameraman too of course, and when she told him what she planned, he jumped on her and made her really think about what it was she was doing. Not from a moral perspective, from an artistic one. He'd read her blog of course, even commented on it, and he argued that the most alluring part of her first video was its verite; it's truthfulness. She wasn't acting, playing up to the camera, or faking any of her arousal. If she was going to do this, she should do it honestly, and be completely genuine and natural -- hence this orientation. He'd just told her she was ready, and that they should make the first new video tonight. She was mulling it over. To be honest, she was fantasising about it; planning her outfit even down to the delicate ankle bracelet she wanted to wear. Tom had also insisted on some ground rules -- sensible ones at that, ones that had not occurred to Katherine. Although Tom would be a visible presence behind the camera, her confidant almost, he said he should never join in. When he said it, Katherine automatically agreed, but later she could foresee a few hiccups. She raised them with him. "What if," she said during a filming session in the garden, "I'm writhing around with a delicious little blond?" "Mm?" She knew his type, and continued with a grin, "And she sticks her bum into the air, right by your camera." She also knew how much he liked a pert little bottom. "Are you really telling me that you could resist giving it a little squeeze?" She watched him thinking about it. Finally, he took a breath and declared, "Okay, I'm allowed to touch the other people." That had made her laugh and she readily agreed. The other thing he'd insisted upon was Neil. A good-looking if incredibly geeky friend of his, who was to administer the website. Apparently video needed a lot of bandwidth and its own server to run properly, so she had written Neil a blank cheque and told him to buy what he needed. That's why there was now a server room in the wine cellar. They agreed their fee would simply be room and board at her little cottage. With the ground rules in place, Neil had gone to work revamping Lady-Katherine.com and Tom had gone to work making Lady Katherine feel comfortable in the presence of a glass eye. She sat back on the chaise-longue, and looked at him. "Okay, tonight it is." So used was she to seeing the camera hovering at his face, it was like a new appendage; he actually seemed odd without it. He shifted it from one hand to the other and re-framed her slightly. Yes, she thought, sinking back into the thickly woven upholstery, that thin silver streak dangling from her ankle would look splendid. She leant over and lifted the dainty bell, giving it a ring. The tea was cold and stewed; she saw no reason for it to still be here. After dropping the bell gently back on the table, she swung her long slender leg over her knee and stroked at the nylon coating. She felt rather than saw the camera drop slightly. She'd become used to it lingering on her flesh, and she knew he was tracing the lens up her thigh. She liked the feeling; as she liked the feeling of it being close to her face filming her lips, or hovering near her cleavage. It was starting to feel a little like a lover. Katherine's tongue emerged and moistened her lower lip, though she didn't know it. She fiddled with her hemline and made small talk with Tom as the camera explored her. Though he was concentrating on his shot, he could always converse naturally as he did so. The conversation tailed off as her mind drifted to thoughts of tonight. His question suddenly broke the silence, "Are those stockings?" "No," she shook her head, "Just tights." "Liar," he smiled, "I can see a little bit of the lace tops." Katherine blushed slightly, but only because she'd been caught in a lie. She never wore tights, always hold ups. They weren't exactly comfortable, but she loved the feeling of them. "Show me," Tom instructed matter-of-factly. With a little sniff, she shifted slightly and pecked at the black material of her dress, tugging it slightly higher and giving him a better view of the dark lace embroidery that clung tightly to her thigh. "Do they feel nice?" he asked, prompting her. "Very," she nodded, "I like to feel the cool air teasing the naked tops of my inner thighs." "Show me." She blinked, feeling her lashes fluttering, then uncrossed her legs and spread them a little. The lens expanded behind the glass as he zoomed in slightly, and she curled her fingers against the tops of her thighs and caressed the dress higher. A little flash of her pale skin emerged, framed by black lace and her dark hemline. "No underwear?" he asked. "You can't see that, surely?" "No, not really." Her knees separated a little more, and she felt the hem slipping higher. The lens winked in the sunlight, peeking at her there for a moment, before lifting to examine her face. Without thinking about it, she licked at her lower lip once more. This was further than they had been before and it was really starting to feel warm in here. "You look a little hot," he smirked. "A little," she was surprised she could only manage a coy whisper. The camera shifted down and took a look at her chest. She looked down herself and saw a tiny glimmer of sweat glistening against her smooth skin. "What could you do to cool off?" he raised his eyebrow. She said nothing, and just looked at him for a moment. With another little sniff, she lifted her hand across her chest and let it rest it on her shoulder. Her middle finger stroked along her skin and disappeared under the strap of her dress. The motion brushed it free, and she felt it drop down her arm. The camera saw a good proportion of her exposed breast, but the material had not revealed her nipple just yet. It looked back up at her, just as she found herself stroking a finger across her lower lip. "Did that help?" "No," she snorted a barely audible laugh and became very aware of her long lashes as she tilted her head forward slightly. She hooked her thumb into a fold of material and teased the front of her dress down further. Her nipple poked free, and immediately began to pucker and grow. Her areola was flushed and engorged, which made her breast seem even more swollen. As the camera framed on the nipple, he asked, "Are they normally that big?" "No," she breathed. "Why are they so big now?" "Who knows?" she managed to make a knowing smile for the briefest of moments, before her face relaxed into arousal once more. With a soft swallow, she bought a trembling hand to her naked boob and smothered it lightly. The heat of her palm felt yummy, and she let it tease the very end of her aching nipple. Rippling her fingers, she felt her supple flesh give slightly as she massaged it. A wave of self-consciousness washed over her, and the urge to cover herself up began to swell. She flicked her eyes to Tom for support, and caught a glimpse of the bulge trapped in his trousers. That put pay to any hint of doubt; if she could arouse even him doing this, there was no question she could arouse her subscribers. Her breathing had become a little heavier, and her mouth was open, the air dancing over her wet lips. The pleasure swelled up once more. The Lady Katherine pinched her nipple and rolled it in her fingers. She was so focussed on her breast now that she didn't look up when the door opened behind Tom. Ever the professional, he didn't react either, and the camera remained framed on her swollen nub. Without looking, she knew Sally had stepped in to collect the tea tray. She would be standing there silently, her hands clasped at her front, awaiting instruction, the way she was trained to do. But Katherine said nothing; pleased another set of eyes was watching. She bought two fingertips to her lips and moistened them with a delicate slurp. And as she massaged her saliva into the nipple, it rolled and glistened against the pale flesh of her breast. It occurred to her then, albeit fleetingly, that this had been Tom's plan all along. He hadn't wanted her pre-empting anything. Her eyes closed involuntarily as the sensations grew a little more intense, and a little gasp tickled the afternoon air. It had been over a week since she'd last played with herself, and to do so now was an exquisite treat. She opened her eyes and looked at the camera, then flicked them briefly to the door to make sure Sally was watching. She was. The Lady Katherine sank down in her seat and opened her legs wider. Her dress had hitched up to reveal her downy bush now, and she pressed her hot palm to her mons, caressing at her folds with her middle finger. Unable to tease herself with any restraint, it curled up immediately and found the little pearl beneath its sheath. She exhaled with a muted gasp, and mouthed a two-word prayer. Her finger flicked under the bud just the way she liked it, as she lifted her feet up onto the mahogany coffee table. The silk of her stockings slithered against the wood and teased her sensitive soles. The weight of her knees made her thighs spread wider, and she slipped a second hand down to join the first. She had no idea where the camera was, and she didn't care. With her free hand, she gently opened her lips, and was amazed to see a little trickle of her juice seep out, teasing its way down before gathering on the material of the chaise-longue and soaking in to it. She rarely found herself this wet. It made her press her finger into the top of her hood and expose the swollen clit beneath. She stroked another finger through her moistness and bought it up to meet her button, massaging it in with a luxuriant caress. She heard herself whisper a breathless "Fuck," and her eyes rolled as the pleasure swelled intensely. The urge to feel something inside overwhelmed her. The Lady Katherine slipped two fingers into herself. They slurped quietly against her silky wetness, and the walls of her purse stretched around them. Her face screwed up against the bliss and her whole body twitched once. Immaculate delight. Her cooch fluttered, pulling her fingers deeper inside with a succulent hunger. She began to pump at herself now, all the while massaging her clit. The urgency rose, and her two hands worked as one to conduct an orchestra of exquisite glee. The breaths were coming in sharp, soft gasps now, and her face balled into a wince of ecstasy. Her tongue curled inside her mouth, and she swore again, before biting her lower lip and thrusting her fingers right on to her g-spot. Her thighs tensed, and her toes curled against the table, as it erupted from her with a soft call to the heavens. Her pussy twitched and pulsed around her fingers and her little button fluttered and quivered. Mottles of dappled colour twinkled in her vision as she threw her head back and let it surge through her. Her chest heaved and her fingers were pushed free from their pocket. She swallowed hard and exhaled. Licking her lips, she felt her hand flop to her breastplate with a little slap, the wetness of her fingers palpable against her skin. Her eyelids fluttered as another sigh exhaled and she began to refocus on her surroundings. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she saw Tom's camera trained on her, then flicked her eyes to see Sally at the door, wide eyed and clearly stirred up. "Thank you Sally," she said through heavy breath, "You can take the tray." She swallowed again and felt her lotus pouting wide as Sally fussed at the table around her feet, her eyes constantly flicking to the pink swollen hole between Katherine's legs. When she fumbled the last cup onto the tray, she looked at Katherine properly and asked, "Anything else?" Katherine sniffed softly and licked her lips again, shaking her head. The red light on the camera flicked off. Dirty Lady Katherine Ch. 03 Lady Katherine has been moist all afternoon thinking about tonight. The visits to her website had trebled since the new video went up. They were sat in the sun-drenched rose garden, analysing the statistics over a light lunch. Their delicate pastries crumbled easily and the red blossoms danced gently in the breeze. The camera was now part of the landscape, and Katherine looked out through a gap in the bushes, surveying the large estate, her brown locks flicking in the air, as it watched her intently. Neil gushed as he pored over the traffic data, and Tom politely showed an interest. Katherine was pleased, and flattered. For a week, lascivious eyes had watched her toying with herself, sometimes over and over again. The idea now was to post something new every Sunday evening. Her flimsy floral dress clung to her as she tried her best to phase out the boring chatter. She had been filmed almost constantly for six days now, but nothing spontaneously sexual had occurred. For some reason she'd only felt comfortable teasing herself alone in bed, thinking of them all watching her on their monitors, either pumping or fingering. She'd been particularly aroused by the comment from one couple who thanked her for the show, and told her how it had made them so frisky they had to fuck one another as they watched it again. They used the word fuck. It made her feel so dirty. Yummy. She licked at her lower lip, remembering how she'd felt when she read the comment. It immediately made her close the laptop and lie back on the bed to re-enact her exhibition alone. Alone. That panged at her slightly. It seemed like an age since she'd shared the warm embrace of another. Recently, she'd found herself lingering too long as friends gave her hugs of greeting. Two days ago, she looked down after a gentle farewell peck on the cheek to find her nipples poking ferociously through her silk blouse. It made her wonder if they were making themselves known now. Sensing the camera framing the curve of her chest, she knew the answer was probably in the affirmative. They felt hard, and her dress was paper-thin, the odds were high that they were on display. Tom had an uncanny knack of aiming the camera at her while dividing his attention elsewhere. He was deep in conversation with Neil, but his hands seemed to automatically follow her every move. She was convinced he could zoom in on her lips just as she was about to moisten them with his eyes shut. She was actually bored now, and wanted some time to herself. Maybe she would go for a solitary walk around the lake, feel the cold surge through her toes as she dipped them in the silky water, and lean back against her favourite tree and daydream with her finger. Yes, that sounded like a top-notch idea. Her gaze drifted from the lake and up the hill beyond. The giant hall stood beautifully in its surroundings, commanding and proud. It seemed further away these days though, just out of reach; a fading memory. She tried to shake away the forlorn melancholy, and drifted back to the tree; a giant oak that towered over one corner of the lake, framed on either side with marble follies. Her lips twitched a momentary smile as she remembered pressing herself into that marble as a tumescent hot rod pushed into her from behind. The marble had felt more delicious than the actual sex, but it had been so long ago even the short-lived pounding she got that afternoon made her yearn for another. Then she remembered the poor boy had climaxed after about four strokes, and she smiled again; it was a little silly to be lusting after such twaddle. No, she needed a really good seeing to. Fantasising about how that might go, alone under her tree, as the breeze teased her thighs and the birdsong chirruped above her was too good an idea to ignore now. She decided to end lunch. The little bell was the best way to do it, and as she waited for someone to arrive, she explained to Tom she was going for a walk. He seemed pleased; he had other things to do. The wait was interminable, but Sally finally emerged through the gap in the rose bushes and began to clear things on to a tray. Her curled red locks were tied back in to a ponytail, but a strand had worked loose from her fringe and hung coyly across her face. Katherine noticed Tom exploring Sally's features with the camera, and saw her cheeks flush slightly at the attention. She was trying to ignore it, and kept flicking her eyes at Katherine. As Neil left to head back to his servers, Tom spoke to Sally, "Did you enjoy the show the other afternoon?" Sally upset a teacup with a clatter, and Tom smiled. This was a little unfair Katherine thought, but was surprised to hear Sally give a reply. "Yes," she said softly. Tom raised his eyebrows and made a little face, impressed she had spoken up. He continued, "Do you look at the site?" "Yes," she answered, not looking up from her chore. It was Katherine's turn to raise her eyebrows. "Have you watched the video we made?" Sally flicked her eyes to Katherine, seeking Mistress's permission to continue the conversation. Lady Katherine granted it with a little nod, intrigued to hear more. "Twice," Sally said. "But it was more fun seeing it in person." "Why?" Tom asked. "You can't smell ma'am's musky sex on the video." And with that she gathered up the tray and walked away. Tom's camera followed her, its iris moving as he obviously focussed in on her little bottom. Meanwhile, he looked at Katherine with an expression of admiration. But his head snapped away when Sally spoke from down the path. "Ma'am," she said it as in pram, "Perhaps you'd like me to come to you tonight?" It was such an arcane phrase, one that had fallen out of use, but the power of it was palpable as Katherine heard it. She stared wide-eyed at Sally, standing with her back to them, tray in hand, looking back over her shoulder so matter-of-factly she might as well have just asked if they wanted more tea. Katherine's eyes flicked down and traced over the curve of Sally's bum trapped within her skintight pencil skirt. "Yes Sally," she heard herself say, "That would be nice." Sally gave a little nod and carried on her way a few steps. Just as she disappeared round a tall rose bush, she said, "He can bring his camera." Silence hung in the air for several seconds. The Lady Katherine's cheeks were flushed. "I'm going for a walk." * It was dusk when Katherine finally stood up under the majestic oak and smoothed her dress around her hips, patting the creases flat on her buttocks. She'd spent hours luxuriating in the anticipation of tonight, bringing herself to the brink over and over again, but never once letting herself topple over it. The tip of her middle finger had shrivelled up having spent so much time swishing in her wetness. The cool evening air danced between her legs as she walked back to the cottage, tickling at the moistness, reminding her how damp she still was. Peeking from the trees, she saw the light in one of the holiday chalets was on. It had slipped her mind they had tourists visiting, and she checked the sight lines. She couldn't be sure she had been hidden from view. Ah well. No matter. The warmth of the sitting room greeted her; she hadn't been aware of how cool the air had become. She snuggled down with a trashy book and tried to ignore the dull insistence in her loins. It mixed with her nerves to create a flutter in her tummy. The Lady Katherine had never been with a woman. A little later, she perched on her dining chair, alone at one end of the long table as Paul laid a plate in front of her. Being served like this had never been enjoyable, but one must keep up appearances. The trembling in her belly meant she wouldn't eat much anyway. Sally hovered to one side, and Katherine had to concentrate hard not to flick a lascivious glance her way. Finally, she felt her beside her, and watched as the neck of the decanter tinkled against the lip of her glass. The wine gulped in gently, and she heard Sally ask, "About ten o'clock?" Katherine's button literally twitched at the sound of her voice. The tip of her tongue darted out and moistened her lips, and she stared stoically at the filling glass. "Yes," she whispered, looking to see if Paul was listening. He was not. As Sally stepped away, she lifted a finger to a lock of Katherine's hair and flicked it back over the shoulder. And then the staff was gone, and Katherine was left alone to her thoughts. When Paul returned he noted, "No appetite tonight ma'am?" "No, sorry," she said, shaking the erotic fug from her head. "Perhaps you can nibble on something at supper." The image of Sally flashed through her mind, and Katherine smiled softly at what she might be nibbling later. "Perhaps," she said softly. * "Is that what you're wearing?" The derision in Tom's question made Katherine pout, and she looked at herself in the mirror with a frown. The long brown hair hung down over her slender shoulders, where the delicate straps of her navy blue night shift hung. The sheer satin dangled around her flesh, touching her only at the breasts, while the hem teased at the front of her legs. It barely covered her plump mons. She thought its plain elegance looked good, and was about to protest when his laugh told her he'd been teasing. "No," he said pushing a tape into his camera, "You look fabulous." "What if she doesn't come?" "I'm sure she will," he said with a wink. She rolled her eyes, "I meant what if she doesn't show up?" "I'm sure you can find something to do instead," he said, looking down at some buttons on the machine, "Bet you've been fantasising all day." She didn't answer him, and instead went to the jewellery chest that sat atop her giant mahogany drawers. It took a moment, but she soon found her silver ankle bracelet, and as Tom polished his lens, she lifted her left foot onto a chair and clipped it on. It felt nice against her freshly bathed flesh. She fussed with her hair and tried to ignore the tightening sensation in her stomach. At the moment it was more nerves than arousal, and she wondered apprehensively if she could relax enough to enjoy this. "Can you turn on another light?" Tom's voice seemed so cool and distant. Perhaps he was trying to remain professional, but she hoped he was excited at the show he was about to document. If she wasn't overcome with stage fright of course. The single lamp bathed the room in a soft orange glow, and she liked the ambience of it. "I'd rather not," she admitted. Tom shrugged and adjusted some settings on the camera. "You wet?" he asked idly. "What do you think?" she admonished automatically. Another shrug. His apathy at the whole thing was certainly convincing, but it would be nice to see at least some hesitance and unease from him. "Are you hard?" she mimicked his indifferent tone, but was actually more than a little curious. "Was," he said, "But got Sally to give me a hand job earlier. Much better now." Katherine giggled, relaxing slightly. He obviously sensed her tension and was good enough to try and calm her. "No," he said through a smile, "Must admit, it's been aching all evening." Katherine said nothing and turned back to her chest. As she picked out a bracelet, she darted a surreptitious look his way and was pleased to see he wasn't lying. He was human after all. She chose a chunky open cuff of solid silver that was worth more than she paid Sally in a year. As she slipped it onto her slender wrist she took a longer look at his trapped erection. The shape of it was clearly visible through his trousers, and he caught her looking. Her eyes darted away and she blushed slightly. "She's late," she said by way of cover. He checked his watch and shook his head, before unfastening it and putting it on the dresser. "Don't want it clicking and clacking as I wank." She snorted a short laugh, but heard herself ask, "Will you?" "No," he replied, "All the jiggling ruins the shot. I've put two mics on the head board and tucked the mixer under the bed." She didn't care; the knots in her stomach were tightening. They both looked over as the heavy oak door clicked open and slowly swung on its hinges. She heard Tom lift his camera up and the familiar mechanical whir buzzed gently as the tape began to run. Katherine swallowed back the nerves. The aged grandfather clock began chiming out on the landing, and Sally stepped in. She looked stunning. Her curled red hair was hanging down, and her pale skin was almost alabaster white, save for a red flush at her cheeks. If she'd chosen her outfit to appeal, she'd certainly succeeded. It was a tan coloured crocheted woollen dress with such an open weave it was like netting, and it was almost as short as Katherine's shift. Underneath, Sally wore a set of matching underwear, the ecru cotton so elegantly plain it looked like a bikini set. The Lady Katherine felt the clarion call of her clitoris. Sally strode towards her, her naked feet pushing into the plump pile of the Arabian rug. Her lips were swollen and red, it almost looked like lipstick; but Katherine realised her complexion was flawless and she'd never seen her wearing any make-up. The confidence that oozed from her was incredibly arousing, and Katherine felt her heart beating faster as she drew ever closer. The warmth of her breath teased at Katherine's face as Sally stopped, so near now. Their lips were achingly close, and Katherine could feel the air moving as Sally's eyelashes fluttered. "Ma'am," she simpered, leaning ever closer and opening her mouth, without actually touching hers. "Katherine," she breathed. And then she finished the journey herself, pushing her lips to Sally's and kissing her softly. The tiny sparks of an intimate embrace at last were delicious, and her spine tingled in appreciation. It was such a light peck, but it was exactly what she'd been aching for these past few months. It was over far too soon, and Sally stepped past her, looking around the room with such poise and self-assurance. She patted at the corner of the giant mattress, floated to the chest, examined its contents fleetingly, and gave a little acknowledging nod towards Tom. Katherine had forgotten he was there. Sally turned back to face her, and she seemed so far away now. Katherine wanted to approach her, but her feet betrayed her and sunk deeper into the rug. She watched though as Sally quickly adjusted the dress around her chest, and noticed her nipples were swollen against the ecru cotton. Those breasts were more ample that she had expected, certainly fuller than they ever looked in her white maid's blouses. They were so firm too, and Katherine remembered that Sally was barely eighteen. "So," Sally broke the silence, "why don't you come over here?" As she said it, she stroked her arms out from her sides along the width of the drawers, lifting her dress higher up her hips. She was clearly revelling in the reversal of their normal power dynamic; in more ways than one, judging from the spot of darker ecru this motion exposed at the slope of her briefs. Lady Katherine didn't mind; she was swimming in the sumptuous arousal of it all herself. Her feet did as they were bid finally, and as she stepped towards this delicious creature, the satin shift danced on her skin, teasing her nerve-endings. As she arrived, Katherine reached her hands to Sally's hips, but they never arrived. Sally lightly gripped her wrists, and pulled Katherine's arms in such a way that she nearly toppled forward. Their chests pressed together, and the warmth of their flesh through material felt so yummy that Katherine moved her mouth to Sally's once more. But again Sally teased her, moving away slightly. Katherine chased her mouth, as Sally played hard to get -- their hot breath mingling in that infinite space between their lips. With each motion, their breasts massaged together, and Katherine's nipples poked hard into Sally's. With her wrists trapped, Katherine could do nothing, and the helplessness only heightened her arousal. Sally bought Katherine's right hand up between them, gripping it softly at the wrist and pushed the back of her fingers into her own pale white cheek. Those fingers curled into Katherine's palm, and Sally's eyelids batted at the touch. Katherine watched as Sally then bought the curled up hand to her mouth and pressed the middle knuckle to her lower lips. The air from her sigh danced over Katherine's skin as she tried to comprehend what was happening. A pressure on her wrist made her hand pull against Sally's lip, and she felt her middle finger unfurl until the tip of it rested on her lover's chin. Sally dipped her head slightly, and her moist lips engulfed the end of her extended finger, sighing over it as she sucked gently. Katherine took a breath herself as Sally looked into her eyes with a burning desire and softly clamped her teeth into Katherine's flesh. A lusty smile blossomed around it, and Sally released it, before pulling her Lady's hand down between them, guiding her finger right to her briefs. The heat down there as Katherine's finger brushed the cotton was fantastic. The material slipped under her touch as she was guided into the forgiving flesh behind it, and she felt the moisture oozing from the fabric. Sally's folds blossomed around the finger, squeezing the cloth against her flesh. This girl was so wet. Katherine felt her mouth pressing urgently into hers now, and the pressure on her wrist disappeared. Sally's eager tongue pushed quickly inside and explored her with a wet searing heat as she rolled her hips beneath her, enjoying herself against Katherine's finger. Katherine felt her hair being brushed from her shoulders, as Sally's hands stroked through it and pulled it back into a tail behind her. Their tongues lapped, and Katherine pushed her finger deeper into the folds. Sally whimpered through the kiss. This made Katherine urge more wantonly onto it; she stepped in, feeling Sally's thighs open to accommodate her as she leant back into the drawers. But as Katherine began pushing her own tongue into Sally's mouth; she felt her hair being pulled lightly, but enough to make her neck bend and break the kiss with a smacking plop. Sally released the pressure and looked deep into Katherine's eyes. "Go and lie down," was her sultry command, and Katherine didn't want to resist. The mattress sank beneath her slightly as she lay back into the embroidered quilt, propping herself up on the copious pillows, daring to lift one knee coquettishly, as she stroked her hands out from her hips and caressed the bedding. She watched Sally watching her. The red-haired vision had not moved from her perch. The wait was agony. But finally Sally came to the bed, and sat down beside her left foot, swishing her fingers at the delicate bracelet that hung from Katherine's ankle, carefully not touching her skin. "It's pretty," Sally purred a little. Katherine was finding it hard to breathe, but she tried to sound cooler than she felt, "It was Mummy's." "Mmm," Sally said, leaning to her raised knee and planting a soft, lingering kiss on it. "Yes," Katherine said with a contented sigh that belied her ardour, "She bought it back from the Orient and --" Sally kissed her again, in exactly the same spot, and traced a single finger along the back of her sloped thigh. The sentence got lost in a whimpering exhale. Katherine swallowed, and began again, "- and had the emeraaaaald --" Sally's finger stroked at the fold of her buttock beneath the satin shift, as her tongue swirled saliva into the skin of her knee. She had no idea what she'd been saying, as she swallowed and closed her eyes, sinking back into the plumped pillows. She wallowed in the sensation of the teasing finger and the rhythmic lashing of Sally's wet tongue. Dirty Lady Katherine Ch. 03 "And had the emerald," Sally prompted from the darkness. Katherine licked her lips, and tried to continue, "And had the emerald added by Harry Collins the Crown Jeweller. That was in -- oh god." Sally's finger had brushed up her slit with the faintest of touches, but it rippled through her with a vertiginous surge. Lady Katherine smacked her lips and tried to focus in the dark, as Sally prompted her to carry on. "Um," she swallowed back the lust again, "That was in two thousand and three, just before -- mmmmm." Sally's lips fluttered at the nape of her neck, before her tongue glided up it with a fat hungry stroke. "Hello," Sally said coyly. That made Katherine open her eyes, and she saw Tom's camera hovering nearby. She'd forgotten he was even here, and closed her eyes again immediately to focus on Sally's hand as it cupped her belly through the satin and caressed her with the material. "How does her skin feel?" Tom asked from the dark. Sally's voice sounded so soft, "Delicious." The hand teased lower, tracing the shape of her stomach below the navel and making the satin tickle her downy bush. Katherine ran her hot tongue around her lips with a fat lick and let out a sigh. Sally's began to peck delicately at her chest, planting tiny kisses all over the skin above her breastbone. Tiny specks of pleasure danced where they met the flesh, and Katherine rolled her eyes beneath her lids. "Is it nice," Tom's voice drifted at her from another place. "Yesss," Katherine nearly hissed, delighted to hear the intense arousal in her own voice. "Does it feel different to a man?" "Mmm hmm," and she didn't want to talk anymore, because Sally licked her tongue up her throat, curling it round her chin and feeding it into her mouth. As the warmth of it surged through her, Katherine felt the hem of her shift being teased up slightly. She let Sally's hand open her legs wider, and moaned into the kiss as her fingers stroked and played at her inner thigh. Wanting to let Sally know she needed more, Katherine pushed her tongue out and explored the maid's mouth with a hungry lust. The light touch of Sally's finger as it brushed the very top of her thigh made her arch her back, tossing the satin shift further up her midriff. Katherine slipped free of her mouth and whispered with such lust, "Suck my nipple." The little giggle as she replied with a demure "Yes ma'am" just made Katherine reach her hand to the red hair and push her head down. Those wet warm lips engulfed her huge swollen nipple through the satin, as her tongue probed and massaged at it. Meanwhile, Sally's finger tickled at the skin between her leg and cooch, making her button throb for attention. But then her mouth pulled away from the moist material, releasing her nipple. Katherine almost swore in annoyance, but gasped instead when she felt the heat of Sally's breath at her ear. The tip of her tongue tickled at her lobe for a moment, then she whispered, "You're a dirty little bitch aren't you?" Katherine's eyes snapped open and she looked right into Sally's covetous eyes. Her reply almost emerged as a lusty moan, "I am." And with that, she pulled the red-haired minx to her mouth once more and plunged her tongue deep into it, exploring her with such urgent hunger. Sally had other ideas, and sucked her lower lip hard, before biting it gently. She pressed her forehead into Katherine's and sighed, "Do you want me inside you?" "Yes," Katherine gasped. But instead of taking her instruction, Sally instead sat up and let the shoulder of her dress fall down her arm. Her fingers pressed into the flesh of her breast, which gave slightly as she slipped them under the cup of her bra. She exposed the most swollen red nipple Katherine had ever seen, and began to pinch at it. "Perhaps we should stop?" Sally said as she squeezed her nipple so hard her face screwed into a delighted wince. Katherine didn't like that idea one little bit. So she snaked her hand round Sally's slender hip and found her buttock, massaging it encouragingly through her cotton briefs. Sally continued to tease herself, all the while thinking aloud. "Maybe we're getting a little carried awaaaaay," Sally gasped as Katherine dug her nails deep into her rump. Sally's hand dropped from her breast and landed softly on Katherine's mons. Her fingers curled round and lightly brushed at her silken sex. The Lady Katherine arched her back, pushing herself onto Sally's fingers. As her mouth opened to let out a moan, Katherine felt Sally's nipple pushing urgently into it. She sucked it greedily, feeling the solid nub with the fat flesh of her tongue. She whimpered with her mouthful as Sally pulled her hand away from between her legs, and instead slipped it up under her shift. Then she extricated her boob, Katherine releasing it with a slurp as she Sally up. Katherine was irked by this constant teasing, and looked down with a pang of annoyance as Sally flicked the shift up higher to reveal her tummy. Sally's red curls spread out across Katherine's midriff as the maid leant down to stroke a tongue around her navel. That was nicer than she expected, and Katherine exhaled quietly. The tongue swirled and swished at her skin, moving lower with each delectable motion. As the tip brushed against the top of her bush, Katherine cupped her hand into the flame haired head and urged it on. Sally licked her every where but there; her tongue probing and teasing around Katherine's sex, occasionally darting to her outer lips, but never where she wanted it. This red-haired vixen was a frightful tease, and Katherine spanked a stinging slap into her pert ass. Sally moaned under the pain, the vibrations teasing through Katherine's groin making the wait even more agonising. Sally puckered her lips just above the hood of her Lady's pearl. The warm air from her nostrils danced down her quim, and Katherine spanked Sally again, this time harder. Sally's mouth opened and her gasp hit Katherine's cooch with a stinging warmth. "Lick it," Katherine whispered, and she felt a tiny "Yes ma'am" caress her, before Sally's tongue flicked out and did as she was told for once. It was out of her control now, and as the tongue worked on her with sumptuous ministrations, probing under the hood, Katherine's hips began to roll and she pushed herself on to Sally's mouth harder. Her lips sucked the clit, and Katherine swore, briefly aware of the red blinking dot of the camera, before her heavy eyelids descended and plunged her into darkness again. Both her hands were snaking through Sally's red locks, massaging her scalp, letting her know how good this felt. Sally pushed a finger in, and Katherine was so wet it glided to her knuckle immediately. "Two," Katherine requested, and Sally quickly obliged, stretching her mistress a little wider. The Lady Katherine felt the walls of her pussy pulsate gently. And when Sally pulled them right out without warning, Katherine could do nothing but gasp. Sally stood up beside the bed, and fed her fingers into Katherine's mouth. Her juices coated them, and she tasted herself wantonly. She watched then as Sally pulled her dress over her head, before reaching back and unclasping her bra. It fell away from her chest, and she let it drop from her shoulders to the floor. Her briefs quickly joined it. Katherine's eyes focussed on the flame of red pubes that tufted on her mound. She'd never seen anything like it. Sally's bright green eyes, the pupils so wide with desire, danced over the hitched up shift. "Take it off," her command was so insistent, Katherine felt her clit tighten. She sat up and tugged it away from her body hurriedly, tossing it away before settling back into the pillows. She looked again at Sally, and saw the soft glint of her own juices on the pale skin of her maid's upper lip. "How wet are you?" Katherine asked huskily. Sally smiled, then knelt back up on to the mattress, hitching her leg across Katherine and pushing herself back towards her mistress's face. The heat from her pussy wafted across Katherine's skin, as she felt Sally pulling her thighs apart. As Sally's face plunged back into Katherine's purse, the Lady cupped her hands around Sally's taut buttocks and pressed her mouth into her. The tart salty taste stung on the tip of her tongue as she flicked it at the clit. Sally liked it, and moaned down between her folds, before thrusting back onto Katherine's tongue and rolling her hips. Katherine had no idea what she should be doing, and so quickly decided to copy the sensations she could feel on her own sex. Soon, their stifled moans were getting louder. The musky heat was delightfully stifling around her face; the swollen flesh felt so silky and wet on her skin as it engorged her jaw. It wasn't that comfortable on her neck, but the fabulous sensations coursing around her own clit made her forget that. Her tongue was lapping and flicking, aching slightly, but still greedy, though as her passions enflamed, it was becoming harder to keep to her task. Suddenly, she felt Sally's pearl fluttering under her tongue, as hot gasps danced over her own thighs. As Sally came against her Lady's mouth, Katherine's own orgasm exploded too. A moment of time evaporated into the ether, and Katherine slowly became aware of her surroundings once more. Sally had collapsed on to her, and both their chests were heaving. The sound of them catching their breath bounced around the huge bedroom, and the cool silky juice clung to Katherine's chin and jaw. After a while, as their breathing calmed, Sally rolled herself around and they cuddled up together. "You can go," Sally said to the camera, "I want her to myself now." With that she wrapped her mouth around Katherine's, and they soon heard the door closing in the distance. Dirty Lady Katherine Ch. 04 Lady Katherine will never tell. As much as Tom and Neil asked for details, almost to the point of begging, Katherine never told them what happened once the tape stopped rolling. The blog was bombarded with comments wanting to know the same thing, but part of the fun was keeping a secret. It couldn't all be on the internet for the world to see now, could it? They'd spent the odd night together since, and even had an immensely erotic quickie between courses of dinner one evening. Paul had nearly walked in on them, and the thrill was yummy. Sally had been interested in what Katherine's next filmed escapade would be. She was keen, she said, to watch it. They kept their relationship professional throughout the day, aside from that one slip. There was no jealousy, and Sally's relaxed manner about it all really helped. They both knew it was a little bit of fun. Luscious fun though. They'd actually missed their self-imposed Sunday deadline for a new video, but traffic to the site had leapt again, and no one was agitating for more just yet. Katherine's was lying on her bed in her baby blue silk pyjamas. Sally had come to her last night, and she was a little exhausted as the morning sun peeked through the half-open drapes. The warmth of her laptop felt nice as it sat on her thighs. Tom was perched on the dresser, camera in hand, with that incessant red blinking light. "What?" he asked as she sighed a little to herself. "Just a nice comment on the site," she explained, as she re-read the beautiful prose of Leah's posting. If she wasn't feeling quite so spent, she'd have asked Tom to leave so she could read it again, even more slowly. "Did you see the new questions section Neil's added?" Tom enquired. "No," she hunted the screen for a link, and stroked her mouse finger to the button. "Uploaded it this morning," Tom explained, "Anyone used it yet?" "A few." "Read them out." Katherine sighed without energy, "Um ... first one is, 'are you really a Lady?'" Tom snorted a little laugh and she typed her reply. "What did you say?" "Yes, but sometimes I don't act like a Lady" She clicked the button to add it, then read out the next; "How big are your tits? Though he's spelt it 'bug'." She typed "34b, which does bug me a little." "I bet the next one is asking about your bush," Tom guessed. "Yep," she said, hating her common twang, and then hating herself for hating it. "Here's one, 'what's the biggest cock you've ever had?'" She looked up at Tom and curled her face in thought. It's not as though she ever measured, and she could only really compare one to the other. "Is eight inches big?" "Quite," Tom shifted slightly, "Yes actually." She had no idea if that was a genuine answer or not, but she typed it nonetheless. Then she smirked as she realised why he was shifting. "How big is yours?" "Bugger off," he snapped jokingly, "Neil's is huuuge." "What?" she spluttered, "How do you even know that?" Tom shifted again, "I caught him watching the Sally video." "Oh," she shrugged at the boring explanation, "Did you watch it?" she asked idly, looking back at her screen. "Obviously. Watched it as soon as I left the room. And what did happen after I ..." "How huge is huge anyway?" she blurted in spite of herself. "Huge." "That doesn't mean anything," she pouted slightly, and focused her attention on the laptop once more. The silence hung in the air, and the atmosphere cooled. "I mean," she said suddenly, "Are we talking freakishly big here?" "Not freakishly big no, but porno-sized at least." "Oh," she said, not knowing what that meant. Her Inbox chimed, and she switched screens to look at her email. The fat bold type announced the new arrival, which boasted the rather boring subject line 'Love the site". But it was the name of the sender that made her open it immediately. Her eyes danced over the text, and she tried to hide her reaction from the camera. It wasn't a long swathe of typing, it simply said, "I can't stop watching your videos. I was wondering if I might come and visit so we could make one of our own? xx" Katherine dashed off a quick reply, hoping that "Why don't you come and stay next weekend? x" didn't sound desperate. Her mind began to race at the possibilities and she needed to calm down, so she switched back to her website. The first thing she saw was the question about penis size. The curiosity finally overcame her; she could pretend no more and closed the laptop, "I'm going to ask him to show me." The trek down to the wine cellar took some time. As they padded through the house, her bare foot, Tom probably framing her bum as she walked, she kept other thoughts at bay by analysing the situation. She was simply intrigued. Surely it wasn't as big as Tom said; maybe he just thought it was so large next to his own. She couldn't imagine he'd seen too many himself. It also occurred to her that Tom might be manipulating things in the background. Had he asked Sally to make her initial come on in front of the camera? Was this just a way of getting some good footage for the site? She decided not to let him get his way if that was the case. She had her own plans now ... no, focus on the cock. The sound of the server fans hit her as they wandered into the wine cellar. It was quite chilly down here, but not uncomfortably so. Neil had a desk in the corner, strewn with monitors and all sort of equipment. He was looking at some data on his screen, swinging gently in his huge leather office chair. Katherine sat down on some crates of wine, and waited for him to notice her. He was consumed in work, and Katherine crossed her legs, hoping the movement would catch his attention. It did not, and she felt the camera framing her intimately. From the corner of her eye she could see Tom focussing on her chest, and she flicked her eyes down to see her nipples poking through the silk. "Oh for God's sake," she sighed, "It's cold." Tom smirked, though she was a little annoyed that men immediately presumed stiff nipples meant arousal. But her little outburst had finally made Neil turn his chair to face her. "Hello," he said with a questioning inflection. Katherine had no idea how she was going to broach this. Three different sentences started in her head, and none of them went anywhere. With a sniff she decided to be forthright. When the question came out, she was amazed at how posh she sounded, "How big is your cock?" Neil shrugged, not shocked, just at a loss for an answer. "Normal size," he said finally. Katherine darted a triumphant look at Tom, but from behind the camera he said, "Show her." Neil swivelled round to face him, so relaxed it was unreal. "How am I supposed to make it hard?" "Do what you always do." Tom shrugged. With a sigh, like he was being asked to pass the salt, he unbuckled his belt, opened his fly, and with a lift of his hips, pushed down his jeans. Katherine saw a lump of flaccid flesh trapped in his shorts, but nothing surprising otherwise. As he fished it out with his hand, it flopped and rolled a little bit, slightly tumescent. Katherine still couldn't see what the fuss was about; it was barely more than a handful. Fairly thick though, she admitted to herself. She looked at the camera, and saw it was squarely aimed at her. Tom was clearly trying to document some kind of shocked reaction. It amused her a little that he was so insecure. When she looked back at Neil, it had grown. He was gripping it in his fist at the base, and flopping it from side to side, as if to wake it up. It was doing the trick, but it was still nothing to write to Mummy about. There was odd expression to pop in to her mind. It began to stiffen and rise up now, supporting its own weight. And his balls began to swell inside his sack. Neil looked almost bored as he began to pump his fist up and down the burgeoning shaft. It just kept growing. And growing. Katherine felt her tongue lick at her lips secretly, and hoped Tom had not seen it. She shifted round slightly, turning her shoulder on the camera, trying to mask her face without making it obvious. She felt her eyelids getting heavy, a sure sign, and she cupped her chin in her hand as she pushed her elbow into her thigh. She hoped the pain of it would calm her down. She looked idly at one of his monitors and tried to sound as bored as he looked, "How many hits have we had today?" She didn't hear his answer, as she kept flicking her eyes from the monitor to his prick. He was still pumping it, and still talking as she heard her mouth betray her, "Can I touch it?" He shrugged, but his apathy didn't stop her from shifting closer and kneeling between his legs. She just watched it as he continued to pump himself, amazed that it was still growing. In fact, she wasn't even sure if she could fit it in her dainty hand anymore. She nearly turned to the camera to swear at Tom, but she was more interested in something else now. She could see the slightly translucent skin as it moved over the solid flesh beneath, and the thick vein that gave softly under his touch. Her arm rested across his thighs, but she stopped herself from going further, even though her finger flicked at it with a yearning twitch. Neil was reaching for his mouse, and soon she was aware that the video of her and Sally was playing on the middle monitor. It was flattering to see that this made him pump it harder. She looked up to see him watching the screen. Maybe he was shy; that thought made her feel less ignored. Again her body betrayed her, as she felt herself pressing her breasts into his legs and sighing softly; but at least it made him click the video off and look down at her. She smiled a little at him, and he watched as she moved her hand closer to it, stretching her little finger towards it. The heat burnt into her as it lightly pressed into the vein at the base, which made her recoil from it somewhat. She swallowed and focussed on the prick fully now. He released it, and it remained standing, firm and proud. And huge. With a little swallow, she snaked her hand up the underside of it, feeling its heat and stiffness against her palm, the skin tugging underneath her touch. When she reached the tip, her fingers furled around and enveloped it. Barely. And she felt her hand stretching open as she stroked slowly back down its length. Shifting a little on her knees, she bought her other hand up and let it curl around the shaft. She held, one hand resting above the other, and noted how much of it still remained visible. Measurements done, she bought the upper hand to the helmet and pressed into it with her palm, as she held the base firmly in the lower one. She circled and massaged at his glands, and slowly pumped at the bottom, watching his balls jiggle gently. They were pretty huge too. She squeezed her grip tighter, attempting to gauge how stiff he really was. The flesh gave way ever so slightly, but it took some actual effort. It pleased her that he was enjoying this. Still holding him low down on his length, she removed her top hand and was a little surprised when she bought it to her breast. Darting her eyes, she made sure that she hadn't been caught doing this on camera, and as she began to work him up and down, she surreptitiously teased at her nipple through the silk. Neil sighed. Lovely. She worked her fist a bit faster, and watched as his balls began to bounce a little. As she licked her lips again, it occurred to her, perhaps for the first time, that she'd never actually had one of these in her mouth. Could that be right? Surely not? There had been a few handjobs certainly, she realised, as she began to pump more vigorously now. She wasn't overly experienced -- a few stolen fumbles really - but of the three or four guys she'd been with, well, they'd all been more eager to push it inside something else. Overly eager in fact. The Lady Katherine began to wonder if she could even fit this thing in her mouth. She knelt up a little higher, and rehearsed pushing her mouth over it in her mind. Possibly. Just then, Neil shifted in the chair, sliding down slightly, bringing his groin closer to her. The balls swelled and rolled on the leather, and she decided to start there. Bending her wrist round, she continued to pump the shaft, before leaning down and planting a tiny kiss right at the root of it. Hearing the gentle hiss from his nostrils, she took encouragement, and throwing caution to the wind, she sucked one of his balls deep into her mouth. His chest tightened, and the bally thing nearly filled her up. She rolled and sucked at it, and felt him sigh above her. It fell free, and she hungrily gobbled up the other one. It felt yummy inside her mouth, and she had to fight the urge to bite down on it, knowing it wasn't a juicy plum and he wouldn't react well. The thought actually made her snort a giggle. That made him shiver slightly, so she moaned gently around it, liking the way he reacted. After squeezing it out past her lips slowly, she pressed her tongue into the underside of the shaft, and with a fat wet lick, traced all the way up its length. Swirling around the top she opened her mouth wide and let herself down on to it. Slowly. Her lips stretched wide to accommodate him, and the heat of it in her mouth made her moan again. She barely had the helmet in her, and she wasn't sure she could take much more. Easing down a little more, she felt her jaw reach its limit, and had to suck back up slightly. In fact, she had to completely let it out with a juicy slurp. She looked up at him by way of apology, but he didn't seem to mind. "I don't want to come in front of him," Neil said, flicking his head at Tom. "Fair enough," Tom said. "In fact, do you mind if we don't put this one up on the site?" Lady Katherine slowly worked his cock in her fist, and shook her head, a little lamentably. She would have loved to have seen it jerking and spitting its mess everywhere, but she completely understood. She couldn't let it go, and found herself working up a rhythm again. "What if he leaves?" she heard herself suggest. "Okay." * Katherine bounded up the stairs, wiping her hand with a tissue. She hadn't even attempted to get it in her mouth again, but once Tom had left, Neil had relaxed and happily shown her the results of her handiwork. She tossed the crumpled tissue at the stupid suit of armour that stood at the top of the stairs, and hurried along to her bedroom. It had been nice, but hardly delicious or new. The mattress undulated under her as she landed on it with a bounce. Pawing at her laptop, she was keen to check her email. Her heart skipped as she saw the reply waiting for her. "Sounds yummy. How about Saturday? x" Having tapped out a quick response, she rolled on to her back and reached inside her baby blue pyjama bottoms.