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The Carriage House
The Carriage House . . .by mdg._
Located in the center of the entertainment district in the heart of this city. Here you could find anything and everything from Opera Houses, to Burlesque, from modest restaurants to the most exclusive for the wealthy and elite, bars, lounges, where people looking for an evening or night of diversion and carousing. His was the most popular and well established carriage house here, plus being centrally located within a short walking distance of most everything of importance. It was also a carriage house which not only catered to the horses, but his clients knew that when they where ready to leave, their carriage would be ready, waiting and meticulously cleaned, with their travel baskets filled with complimentary wine and snack for their ride home. His was not as operated as any other carriage house in the area, which where owned by businessmen who rarely visited them, and only counted their profits. His was a labor of love, his pride not only in his care and attention to the carriages and horses, but also to his clients. He personally greeted each carriage and saw them off as they left again.
I had come to know him by his visits to my modest tavern, which was a few miles outside of town on his way to his home. Over the years we had become very close friends, and as he put it, I was, "his most trusted companion,"
Many evenings after closing, we would sit by the fire, with our brandies or wine, exchanging our tales of encounters with those who frequented our establishments. Some regular clients for many years, some passing through, stopping for the night en route. Of course, when asked for a fine tavern he would suggest mine, and when asked for a carriage house I would always recommend his highly.
I can't really remember when or why, but I started sort of a ledger of these tales we exchanged in front of the fire, which now became our amusement detailing adventures. For him it all began one afternoon. A lady of society, well known in the community as an organizer of various social events, gatherings, parties, etc. etc. etc.
Her husband the director of the most prominent bank, who also organized various events, but mostly for the men, of equal status in the area.
She came to his carriage house in her enclosed winter coach, with her driver, who she quickly dispatched on errands when they arrived, as he greeted her.
"I seem to have some discomfort in this coach," she said as soon as the driver was out of hearing distance, "can you see about it please. Let me show you what I mean," as she reached for his hand to help her back into the coach, then quickly sat down.
"What seems to be the discomfort here, " he asked as and closed the door behind him,
"The most disturbing discomfort is here," she said, looking straight into his eye, as she pulled her dress and so many petty coats up over her thighs, slid lower on the cushioned seat and spread her bare legs wide enough for a full view of her moist pussy.
"He's completely useless towards my womanly needs," she said, "and I know you are a man of understanding and honor who would not divulge,"
This he was NOT prepared for,as he sat there for a moment, dazed, yet thinking how desperate she must be for her to resort to this so openly.
"If I have disturbed you, I hope you will forget this happened," she said completely flushed, with humiliation, not believing her had rejected her offer, as she timidly tried to slide her dress back down over her thighs, trembling now, not sure what next.
"This is no place for a lady to be pleasured," he said softly, after getting his head oriented to the situation, sliding her dress back up over her thighs, softly caressing her tender, warm, trembling inner thighs, leaning, forward towards her. "Why don't you let me show you my studio upstairs. I think you'll find that much more comfortable."
"Thank you, " she said, "I knew you were a gentleman," now radiating her hot flashes, and trembling with anticipation, knowing he would well take care of her aching needs.
"This way, " he said, opening the door to his office then showing her to the stairs leading up to his studio. Not a very large room, but tastefully and well furnished with bath and toilet adjoining, well dressed bed, a couple of very comfortable lounge chairs, small table with chairs, a cozy room, and a small balcony overlooking the street. This is where he spent his weekends when the carriage traffic through there was day and night.
"Oh my," she said, pleasantly surprised by the decor, "you have excellent taste. This is very appealing,"
No sooner had they entered, he reached his arms around her back, carefully unbuttoning her dress, slowly pulling it down over her shoulders, over her hips and to the floor. She just stood there, legs slightly trembling at the thoughts racing through her mind, his relaxed boldness, warm, certain hands sliding along her now almost naked body. Her earlier daring in the carriage out of desperation, now eroding with some uncertain fears. She had never even considered such as this in the past, and now here she is, standing naked before him, too late to retreat, yet such a torrid rush through her body as she had never known before, noticeably trembling now. Anxiety, fear, apprehension, with uncontrollable arousal, as he so quickly peeled of his clothes, had his arm around her waist, caressing, fondling her now steamy moist warm pussy, licking and kissing her pearly pale breasts.
"Ohh myyy," she cooed, completely lost in all his careful attention, "I can't stand, my legs are trembling so,"
"Come," lay down here, as pulled back the bedspread, laying her back slowly on the bed . . . . , slow, caressing, . . . spread her thighs, to raise her knees, . . . his warm hands sliding slowly, firmly up along her soft hot inner thigh, staring with intent at her spread glistening pussy. That slow, methodical move of his was more than she could bear. This was all a new world to her, one only ever fantasized of before, as she rolled her head back closing her eyes to take in all the pleasure she could. Time, place, no longer became important, as he eagerly delved his tongue deep into her quivering pussy, one finger rammed cautiously in her butt, holding tightly around her thigh as she squirmed to his lustful, brisk assault,
"aayyyyyyeeeee," she screeched as he vigorously pursued, with fingers, tongue, sucking with intensity on her vibrating clit, . . . frequent groping, fondling her breasts. He knew he could not make an all day affair of this, she could not linger here too much longer, and he made every effort to give her the best, the most in such short time.
"oohhhh-oohhhhh-oh-oh-o-o-aaaauuuu-yyeeaacchhh,"she moaned, reeling head back, franticly grabbing, tugging at his hair, trying to pull him up to her, wanting him in her now.
"n-n-n-noo-n-nnnnowww," in her trembling, squealing vibrato voice, "ppput it in mmmee, nnoowww," with frenzied hand, fumbling for his hard cock to get it in her.
"ooohhhhchh mmmeee, ye-ye-ye-yessshhh," loosing all sense of reason or control as he rammed his cock in her, wrapping her leg around him with his hand, squeezing her ass, driving it in her harder, faster more furious to her squealing, quacking, orgasm. Her hands flaying, searching for any part of him to grasp, not sure what all or next she wanted to her hands, to her body, all, everything at once. He knew, as she went limp, relaxed, whimpering shallow breathing, she had NEVER had an orgasm before.
"I'm dizzy, my head is cloudy, I went blank for a moment," she said, trembling out of control, but that was the most wonderful experience I have ever had, like champagne bubbles rushing through my head." as he slowly eased his weight off her,
"I better get dressed and leave," she said, staring at him with a warm pleased smile, "my driver could perhaps create me problems if I'm away too long,"
"Don't give it a thought, " he said, "he wouldn't dare hint to anyone, and he will patiently wait for you. You can be sure of that. I will see to that," as he got up from the bed, picked up her clothes to help her get dressed.
"Thank you for this moment," she said, "and thank you for not humiliating me with rejection after my foolish boldness in the carriage." as she's now quickly getting dressed,
"I thought you presented yourself quite tastefully in such a brazen, yet delightful manner. How could I possibly have refused." he said with a warm, smile, escorting her back down the stairs and out to the carriage house.
Her driver waiting patiently.
"And please," he said, helping her back into the carriage, "bring your carriage by anytime you feel something uncomfortable with it,"
Early, the following week he received a note, delivered by the driver of the banker's wife.
"Madam asked me to make sure that this went only to your hand discretely, " he said as he handed it to him, looking around that no one see it,
"May I remind you," he told the driver, "that it would be in your very best interest to always keep all of this to yourself. It would not be good for the banker to find out that you have on many occasions taken his carriages to other shops for bogus, costly repairs. Remember you do have a family to think about. Do we understand each other,?
"Yes Sir, " he replied, "perfectly clear. Madam asked me to wait for you to read it and reply, please,"
"Well then go to the driver's kitchen and I'll have the cook bring you something to eat and some wine while you wait," he said, to imply, keep your mouth shut, and you will reap rewards in other ways,
"Thank you Sir, " as the driver headed to his meal and he went to his studio to read and reply to the note.
"Again, thank you for your generous attention. Now I have a request if you please. My dearest friend within our ladies' social group would be forever grateful if you might consider attending to her carriage discomforts. As you might now assume, amongst the ladies in our group there are few if any secrets, and she has requested that I approach you with her wish. Would you have a moment to spare her, let's say tomorrow morning at 10:00. Please reply extremely discreetly,
thanking you in advance,
fb . . "
"well . . now THAT is an interesting development," he thought, "but, then why not, and wrote her a short discreet reply,
"will be waiting for carriage at ten tomorrow,
best regards, " and folded it, not bothering to seal it, why draw attention to it, he thought. Open, and simple business, who would even bother to take interest in it, went back down, handed it to the driver to return to her with it.
At ten sharp the carriage arrived, again the enclosed winter carriage, straight into the shop, not stopping out front as most.
"Madam wishes you to see to this carriage, sir," said the driver, tipping his hat, and headed for the driver's kitchen.
He opened the door to see who, or if anyone was in the carriage, and there she was, and this was definitely a surprise, even more so than yesterday's. There she sat, shyly staring at him, dressed in her usual very modest back attire, the minister's wife.
Slowly offering his hand to help her from the carriage with a welcoming smile and nod, he thought, "what have I gotten myself into here,? but then, she has always seemed to radiate as though she were constantly in heat,"
"Would you like to come up to my studio,?" he asked, "still not certain of this all,"
"Yes please, I feel awkward standing here, still wondering if I should," she said blushing, yet staring, as if in a trance, into his pale eyes. "may I take you arm,?" as he began to lead the way.
"I have never even considered such as this before," she said," my legs are trembling, I can feel my heart trying to escape my chest, yet I can't resist the thought, as Madam described her feelings, of the moment," and on and on she jabbered, non stop in her soft, timid voice, to the stairs, up the stairs, to his studio, not taking a breath between words.
As soon as they entered the room, closing the door slowly behind them, he knew she was having an uncontrollable rush of fear, anxiety, anticipation, and so many more emotions colliding, as she stood there still jabbering, trembling, red flushes from her neck up. She was being drawn to hungry lust against all that she had restrained and hidden in the past.
"Let me take your cape," he said as he slid it off her shoulders and hung it on the coat rack. "Would you like some tea," knowing she never drank alcohol.
"I would really like something a bit more, well, you know," she said, unable to say, hoping he would offer,
"How about a small brandy,?" he asked
"Yes, that's what I meant. . just a tiny one please,"
He slowly poured her a small one, handed it to her still trembling hand, poured himself one, touched his glass to hers, took a good sip, set back on the table and slowly started unbuttoning her vest, from the bottom up as she took a sip of her brandy, with uncontrolled trembling hand, unable to look down towards his hands working their way up, closer to her breasts, she could feel the warmth of his hands. Her breathing almost seemed to stop as he undid the last few buttons over her aching breasts. Sliding the vest down over her shoulders, as she passed the glass from one hand to the other, freeing her arms from it, which he let fall to the floor. Again, his warm, tender hands slid up along her waist, to her breasts, to unbutton her blouse, just as slow, from her neck down to her waist, again she passes the glass from one hand to the other as he slips off her blouse. Her bra, he lets fall to the floor, freeing her breasts to his soft, warm kiss, her skirt he slides down over her hips, following it with his hands, to his knees as he pulls it down along her now very trembling thighs, reaches up, to her waist, and as if in slow motion slides her petticoats, panties in one move down over her hips, down her thighs, where he hesitates, to kiss along her thigh and a nibbling tease with lips to her pussy, to continue with her undergarments till she stood there, above him, naked, head tilted to the ceiling, arms limp at her side, barely holding the glass.
"Such a desiring woman," he thought looking up at her, "how could one neglect her as she seems to have been." slowly licking, kissing, savoring the sweet tender hot flesh of her thighs as his lips wandered up, spreading her more, which she did not resist, with hot shudders as he spread her pussy lips with firm broad of drooling tongue.
"She will and must know what desiring lust is, I will see to that," he thought as he sunk his hands into the cheeks of her ass, pulled her tight to his lips, and pressed his tongue as deep as he could into her heat, to a tremor through her body, that he thought she would collapse, as the glass fell from her hand and bounced along the carpet. Her breathing, only whimpering short, sporadic, huffs, sucking in air with each probe of his firm tongue. From her non-stop jabbering to not one word from her.
Sucking harder on her clitty, reaching up to caress and fondle her breasts, he could feel her legs weakening to his attention, and as he slid his finger in her pussy, and one firm finger hard into her butt, she trembled with such violence he could barely hold her, then she collapsed to her knees to the floor,
"i-i-i-i cou-couln't ss-ss-stand up any longer,"she whimpered in such a weak trembling voice, grabbing his hand to hold it tight to her pussy that he should not stop what he was doing, "I don't know what I'm feeling, what I want" she said, tears of pleasure flowing down her cheeks,"but please don't stop, I want to know these feelings, all, pleeaase." With that he knew what it was she really needed more than anything, as he rolled over on his back and pulled her to him, gently guiding her, as he turned her back to him, placed her hand around his cock, holding her by the waist firmly with his other hand.
"Now, "he said, "take that in you, and take your pleasure as you please," as he pushed her down on his hard upright cock, drove his thumb hard into her butt, and she was completely out of control to that move. Never had he known any woman to so wildly, rock, grinding, thumping down harder and faster impaling herself with such force he could feel the cheeks of her ass slamming to his balls. With her explosive self pleasuring, feeling his cock being sucked in deeper and deeper in her, he came, unable to withhold, wrenching his head back, almost to pain around his throbbing member, and more violent as he could feel her coming, chewing on her hands, to silence her urge to scream, rocking with such force he was sure his cock would be dismembered. Then one lasting, quacking, raging shudder, and she leaned back towards him, to finally collapsing on her back to his chest, her legs still buckled under her.
"Oohhh my," she said , "I felt like I was going to explode, and then a great relief, like I was floating down through the air. Those trembles and shudders, I believe I saw stars."
"mmmmmmm," he murmured softly, kissing her along her neck, tenderly caressing her belly, soothing her after this, that what she had never known before, as she laid there limp, staring at the ceiling, still trembling, dazed, with her quivering shallow breaths.
"I really must be going," she said, "but I feel so wonderful like this,"
"Well, let me help you get dressed," he said, but quite pleased to have her lay on him like that, "I'll show you back to your carriage, and get the driver to take you home,"
"Thank you," she said, "Madam was right. You are a sensitive, caring gentleman. You have given me back my womanhood,"
Dressed, he escorted her back to the carriage, her legs still a slight weak tremble as she walked, and off she was back to her home.
Where have you been visiting today, me pet,?" asked her husband as she got out of the coach back at her house.
"I've been to town, searching for a new dress, which I did not find," she said in a still somewhat dazed voice, staring through him, as he leaned forward to give her a kiss on the cheek,
"I catch the slight hint of brandy on you my dear," he said with a strange smile, "you never touch any alcohol,"
"I thought I would give it a try with my coffee and cake," she said, not even phased by his questioning,
"Well my dearest," he said, "for so many years I have been telling you that you need to be a bit more adventurous, haven't I? Good for you. But it does seem to have made you a bit wobbly in the legs. Let me help you to the house," he said with a pleased grin, glad to see her in such bliss, as he tenderly walked with her back to the house.
"What a couple of days," he thought, sitting in his studio again, sipping on the rest of his brandy.
"Sir," his stable hand shouted as he knocked on his door. "Carriage," to let him know, clients coming for the evening out on the town. And he would not allow anyone except him to greet them.
"You seem to be in exceptionally high spirits this evening sir," he said as he greeted the banker.
"Yes I am," my friend, "my weekly card game, and the first time ever my wife wished me luck, with a smile, rather than snarling at me it. I will never understand women he said, but she just seems so cheery all of a sudden."
"Well good for you sir," he told the banker, "your carriage will be ready and in fine order when you return,"
After the last carriage left and he closed up, he came by my tavern for our usual, by the fire talks over quiet relaxing drinks.
"Can you believe what I'm getting into here,?" he told me, taking a nice long sip on his brandy,
"Yes I can, " I said, "I just got a note from the councilman's wife this morning asking me to stop by her shop tomorrow. She's the one who has that elegant ladies' dress shop on the main street you know,"
"Yes I know," he said, "she came by with her husband today to get their carriage cleaned. He's going abroad for a few weeks, leaving tomorrow as a matter of fact. She was taking him to the port to see him off, in the early morning,"
"She's always so prim and proper when they come here for dinner and drinks after their day in the country." I said
"Well my friend, sounds like she has plans for you," he said, "what have you done to encourage her,?"
"Nothing that I can think of. Unless of course, being your friend, and what you have gotten into these past few days," I said
"Are you going to go see her," he asked
"Of course. I, as you, would not be one to disappoint a lady, right ?"
"Yes," he said, "You're right about that,"
"And even more, if think a little more with your brain, and less with your penis," I said, "I also looking out for your interests,"
"MINE, ?" he said, a little disturbed,
"Yes, yours, ours, etc, etc etc, and you know what I mean." I said, "It's obvious she knows your doings. A woman rejected, will lash out in ALL directions, and you know that,"
"Shait," he blurted, "I hadn't thought about that. You best give her your very best consideration, if we know what's good for us,"
The next morning I left my tavern in the hands of my trusted cook of many years, knowing she would not short me in any way. I insured that long ago, with a fair wage, a fair percentage of the profits, and a fair share of maintenance between her every hungry thighs.
In this town, between the women, there were no secrets, so I was prepared for anything. They kept their secrets quite well secured from their husbands. It was simply a matter of interwoven blackmail. Not one could squawk, without bringing about her own downfall. I parked my carriage in front of her store, and had already decided to purchase something, that I did not leave empty handed. I would find something to humor my trusted cook.
"Good Morning," she said with a very wide smile, and that was enough to tell me that it was a good thing I showed up. It's amazing how a woman can smile, and you know, had you not done it you would be fed to the lions.
"Good morning," I said,
With a few ladies also in there sifting through racks of dresses, and assorted ladies undergarments, she had but one possibility for response, and she was well prepared for that.
"I have everything you requested ready," she said, "if you'll give me a moment to finish with these ladies. Why don't you wait in my office, I bring you a coffee."
I thanked here for her attention, went to her office, which already looked as though she had things well planned. A fresh pot of coffee, snacks, wine, brandy, fruit bowl, flowers in several vases, drapes drawn, cushions scattered around, and a several candles lit. She was giving me a firm hint, without words of what was to come.
It wasn't long before she came to her so called office.
"Would you care for wine, or brandy,?" she asked, somewhat now fumbling for words and arrangement,
"Brandy please," I said, as she fumbled with the glass, with all her preparation, uncertain now how to delicately approach the subject of her intent. I could not leave her in this limbo, nor was I prepared to sit here in this uncomfortable air.
"I think you've put that corset on a little bit too tight this morning," I said, "in this heat is seems to be restricting your breathing."
"I think you're right," she replied with a sound of relief that something was said,
"Would you like me to loosen it some for you," I asked as she handed me my brandy,
"Would you mind?" she asked, "it is irritating me, now,"
"Not at, all," I said, as I stood, setting my glass down, "turn around please," carefully, slowly unbuttoned her dress, to well below her ass, much more than was needed to undo loosen her corset, and slow enough she could have stopped me at anytime. She stood so still, just her slight deeper trembling breathing, as I started to loosen her corset even slower than undoing her dress. The deliberate slow working of my hands at her back was making her heart race out of control.
"Such a fine soft figure you have," I said, close enough to her neck that she feel my warm breath on her bare skin, "is this corset really necessary,?"
"Not if you don't think I need it," she replied, almost unable to breath, shaking, trembling with anticipation, or wondering what I would do next, as I now slid her dress down over shoulders, along her arms hanging limp to her sides, completely undid her corset, sliding forward around her chest, to let it fall to the floor as I settled my hands gently to her bare breasts, a lingering kiss from her shoulder, along her neck to a nibble on her ear.
That was more than she could bear in silence.
"Yes, pleeaassseeee," she softly sighed, aroused, shaking, relieved, anticipating, trembling, with hot flashes racing to my hands as if she were with fever, as I slid her dress, petty coats, panties all in one down over her hips, kissing her back as I went, over thighs, to the floor, and hands back up along her tremoring thighs, following my path back up with warm wet kisses to her quivering hot flesh.
My hands now wandering from her breasts, to between her thighs with firm encouraging fondles to her drooling, aching pussy, nibbling along her neck, that I could feel the tingling rushes through her body with each pass.
Without a word, I turned her around, took her hands to my shirt, and slid my fingers deep in her torrid wet quivering pussy, fondling the cheeks of her ass. No need for words, as her almost uncontrollably trembling hands began to unbutton my shirt, flinching, with each twist of my finger deep in her aching heat, that she sucked in sporadic deep breaths, burying her head to my neck as I groped on her most sensitive inner flesh. She spent no time tearing my shirt over my shoulder, down my arms and to the floor, that I not leave her pussy unattended, but for a few seconds.
Digging in her deeper, faster, I could feel her coming to her toes with arousal as she anxiously fumbled to undo my trousers, pushed them down, with shorts, as far as she could, and with such hungry greed wrapped her hands around my firm cock, as though it was her first and her last experience with such a proud erection. There are women whose breasts and nipples are so sensitive, the right touch and they are on the road to orgasm. It didn't take me long to figure that she was. Each pass of my lips, tongue, to her beasts, little biting nibbles to her firm nipples was sending hot shockwaves through her body, flinching with merciless grip of her hands on my cock. There was no doubt in my mind, she had never been overrun by so much at one time, she was wanting, taking all she could seize, not knowing what first, what most, what more of. Grinding her pussy, fighting, squirming for more of my eager fingers in her, rubbing my cock with both hands to her thighs, thrusting her breasts, as if attacking my lips with her aching ample glowing flesh. So much, so many desires unknown to her, arousing her from within, from without, grasping at uncharted ecstasies with such a frenzy, beyond rational self-control. Convulsive shuddering with each rolling press of my thumb over her clit. She was wanting so many years of neglect, denial, to know it all in one moment, churning within my hold with such energy as if just coming to life, yet I knew, never having known orgasm, she had no idea where to go, guided only be her body's bidding. She was at a crossroads to somewhere, with no idea which way to turn, and I knew I had to take control. She had to know that first orgasm, the road to it.
"Come here," I said easing her back a bit, taking her frantic trembling wrist, "lay done here on the lounge. You need to know what you don't know."
"I feel like my whole body is going to explode, all at once," she said, still trembling, beads of arousal glistening from her forehead to her breasts to her belly, as I took a stocking, tied her hands to the lounge above her head, spread her legs, tied her ankles also to the lounge with stockings found, which she willingly, eagerly welcomed. I suppose knowing it was up to me to guide her to that first real experience of what she had never known.
Sitting between her fleshy hot thighs I began again, caressing her thighs, with slow, methodical kneading, wandering hands. Her clitty I carefully exposed from beneath its folds of pink soft flesh, sliding two fingers deep in her quivering pussy. Again her body took control, raising her hips higher and higher for more of what I could give her. One proficient move, two fingers digging in her pussy, one finger deep in her butt, not relinquishing my grip on her clit, as she squirmed, not sure if pleasure or invasion, yet with each withdrawal she began to squeal, whimper for it again even more aggressively .
"Ohhhh wh-wh-wha-whaaa-t a won-n-nderull senn-sation," she slurred with quivering voice, inching harder toward my penetrating fingers, "fee-eeellls l-l-liikee fire rushing through my veins," gasping for sporadic breaths the deeper and harder I rammed my fingers in her, took a firm sucking hold of her clitty. That was more than she could contain. Her thighs shaking, belly muscles flexing violently out of control to each flicking with the tip of my tongue on the exposed raw nib of her clit. I was taking her on the road to orgasm, with all that I could.
One firm sucking hold on her clit, fingers furiously to her demand, groping in her, and,
"Oh-oh--oh-oh, wh-wha-wha-whattt i-i-i-isss ha-aahhh, ahh, ppening, oohhmmyyy," she whined in such a high pitched, whimpering, as if to cry, voice as she came, rolling from side to side, throwing her hips so violently to my sucking lips, quivering, quaking non stop that it was difficult for me to stay to her, holding my fingers in her, closing my fingers from within her butt and pussy to keep a grip to her explosion, with a flood of her juices to the lounge as I have never seen. "N-n-n-no-no-no-no," she kept whimpering in a squealing vibrato, "n-n-n-ow-ow-nnnowww, in-in meeeeeee nowwww," quickly slid myself over her and drove my cock, now aching to her pleas, hard into her slobbering hot pussy. It felt as though I were driving it into a hot molten quivering mass as she wrapped her arms around my waist that I best not move until she had felt all. Her pussy wrenching like thousands of tiny hot fingers rasping along its length that I came uncontrolled to her greedy quivers, and collapsed on her. "Thank you for what I so desperately needed to know," she said, her arms around my neck, still the hint of a tremble, holding on to the moment. "I need to reopen the store. My customers will be coming after their lunch. I will fix you a coffee, that they see you, as waiting, rather leaving before they come. I will draw less attention, if that's alright with you,?" That'll be fine," I said, After my coffee, watching the ladies coming, sifting through the racks of dresses, and such, she handed my a modest package which she got from her office, "Here you are sir, the order you requested for your cook. Thank you for your patience," "That was very tricky," I thought, "now she has drawn all the ladies' in the store attention to me and what the cook might be up to. Excellent maneuver. Give these ladies something to gossip about, diverted from her." As I left with my package under my arm I wondered what sort of diversionary little false seed of gossip she might plant in those ladies heads. Back to my tavern, and to the kitchen. I may as well give this, whatever it is to the cook. She was a one of a kind. Excellent cook, baker, at her duties from before sunrise, till well after we closed at night, but as unrefined and raw as the wild forests around us. "Here you are," I said, as I handed the package to her, "something from the dress shop. The lady thanks you for all the fine dinners you have prepared for them," "Well next time you see her, " she said, "thank her for me," "I already have," I said, as I started to leave the kitchen, "One more thing, if you please sir," she said, "What,?" "I was hoping you could give me something here," she said, leaning back against the bread rolling table, spreading her legs, groping herself under her apron."Been aching all morning," Yes, she was not one for presenting anything delicately. To her, it was stuffing her pussy as one would stuff sausage, raw, and sloppy. "This isn't romance, not passionate sex, but simple maintenance," I thought, "and she would not understand anything else. But then, her basic rawness at that moment did arouse me. She knew no other way." Walking back towards her, she knew I would service her, and quickly reached under her skirt, yanked down her loose bloomers, bent over the flour coated wooden table, still holding her bloomers in her hand, hiked her skirt well over her waist, spread her legs, one leg well up on the bread table, ready. Petting the soft roundness of her ass, undid my trousers and let them just drop to the floor, rubbing my cock to firm erection on her hot, fleshy thighs as I kneaded her thighs, to diving my fingers well into her eager pussy. "Don't tease me like that, just give me what you have," she moaned, pushing her ass higher, reaching, searching for my cock, her breasts and face pressed to the dusty white table, as though the mess was arousing her more. She was not one for much foreplay, it was get it in, squeeze the cheeks of her ass, dig my thumb, hard and deep in her butt, and ram my cock in, out, fast, furious, until she came. Slamming my groin hard to the cheeks of her ass, that she could hear and feel having it as she wanted. Within a few minutes she came without warning, flailing her flour covered hands wildly, reaching around to my ass, pulling me hard to her, "aauuuuuuuuuueeeeffffffffffffffffffffff, ohhhhhhhhhh, I-I-I rr-rr-rreaalllyy n-needed tthhaatt, all morning," as she melted into her flour coated table. "You have a nice ass, " I said, as I affectionately smacked her on the soft cheek, leaving a flour hand print, "will the kitchen run smoothly tonight then,?" pulling up my trousers, as she just laid there, resting on that table, mumbling something. "It will always run smoother if you properly take care of the help," she said, "Well then why don't you come to my room tonight, with a nice bottle of port, some snacks, some of the fine bread you bake here, and let's properly take care of the HELP," I said with a chuckle, emphasizing "the help,", if that's what she wanted to be called., "but for now, cover your bare ass before someone comes in," "That I will gladly," she said, still lounging in that flour covered table as I went to my office, "come to your room, I meant," unruffling her skirt, still the flush of heat glowing in her face.
I went back to my office, usual routine bookwork, but also to assess all that has been happening these past few days, mostly to manage it all in my mind so that things did not get out of control.
While making my walk through the dining area of the tavern I noticed a couple who had gotten off the weekly coach heading for the coast, which always made a rest stop at my place before the last leg of the journey. Him I did not recognize, but she looked very familiar, and appeared to look at me with familiarity in an uneasy way, which I made it a point to ignore, but greet subtly. Being the only tavern for many miles in either direction, all coaches passing along the road stopped here, if even only for a quick refresher. It was not unusual for me to know many who stopped here. I must admit, her glances made me a bit uneasy.
Later that evening, again my friend and I sit by the fire with our brandies talking about the day's happenings.
"Did that red-trimmed carriage stop here today,?" he asked
"Yes it did as a matter of fact," I said, "why do you ask,?"
"Well," he said, "did they recognize you,?"
"What are you talking about,? "
"You don't remember," he said with a grin,
"What am I suppose to remember,?"
"It will come to you," he said quite seriously, "just think about it," and left it at that.
We had been sitting there talking for maybe an hour, when a carriage stopped, and a lady came into the tavern, walked over to us, face barely visible, hidden under a hooded cape, stood there looking at my friend from under the hood, her hands folded around a scarf, silent for several minutes, looking at him, at her scarf, at him, then.
"Can we talk,?" she asked very timidly, "in private,?"
"Here, sit down," I said, offering my chair, "I going for some more brandy, would you like one like one also,?"
"Yes I would, if you don't mind," she said as she sat down,
I took my time going to the wine closet, refilling the decanter, another glass from behind the bar for her.
"I have the fresh bread, cheeses, wine ready," said the cook as she passed me,
"Well then take it, and yourself to my room, and make yourself comfortable," I said, "I'll be there as soon as I take this over there," pointing to my friend and the lady. She wasted no time getting it all on a tray, and heading up the stairs to my room.
By the time I had brought the brandy to the lady, the cook was already up the stairs and out of sight.
"Here you are," I said as I handed the glass of brandy, "I'll leave you to your conversation,"
"No, please stay," she said, taking a sip of her brandy with trembling hand, "I was just leaving," then stood up slowly, set down the glass on the table by my friend, dipped her finger in the brandy, slowly to her lips, licked the drop of brandy off her finger, looking down at my friend, turned around and slowly floated to the door and back to her carriage."What was that all about,?" I asked
"She, " he said, sipping on his brandy, "requires immediate, serious consideration,"
"Coming here, looking for you this late in the evening,?"
"Yes," he replied, scratching his head, "she is the wife of our notorious magistrate, and as you well know, continually at odds with the mayor's wife for the center of attention. You know I had been intentionally, politely avoiding her because of who her husband is. Well . . . she asked why. Hinting that I was attending to other's carriages more diligently, and perhaps she might get the same consideration, since her husband simply didn't have the time and left it up to her to take the carriage for servicing."
"So now what,?" I asked,
"Well, she's waiting out there in the carriage, and I will take her to your cottage, if you have no objections,"
"Objections,??" I said, "Take some of the fresh breads, cheeses, and wine from the closet, and do her more than justice. We certainly don't want her furry of rejection aimed at us. And I am going to my room and entertain the cook, or I will have problems." as I stood up to leave. "Oh, and one more thing. Make sure you park her carriage in the barn. Too many villagers go by there late in the evening. You don't want to draw attention. Good night,"
"Good night," he said, emptying his glass as he stood, and left.
"I'm sorry I left you waiting," I told the cook as I entered my room, "it was a matter of importance,"
"Yes I know," she said with a grin, "that was the magistrate's wife. I heard she has quite a violent temper when crossed," as I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down on the edge of my bed where she was laying.
"Tell me," she said, "what are the ladies like? What do THEY like,"
"What do you mean, what do they like,?" I asked, knowing very well what she meant,
"Well, they're such prim and proper prudish appearing, yet they come to you in secret. I want to know what they like having done to them,"
"Why do you want to know that,?"
"Because it arouses me, and I may like it," she said in her usual bold way, "and I want details. Please,?" as she started fumbling, trying to undress me.
"Alright," I said, as I helped her take off my clothes,"but I will not mention names. Sit back against the pillows, spread your legs, and I will tell you,", sat myself back on the bed, pushed her legs farther apart, took another sip of wine, slid two fingers deep in her pussy, to her unexpected flinch from the sudden penetration.
"Oh m-m-m-my," she gasped, "I like the way you tell with detail,"
"Well, let me tell you about one lady who has a rather unusual plea for satisfaction. She likes to have her clothes taken off rather aggressively, as she pretends to resist the advances.", my fingers groping in her pussy, pinky finger poking in her butt as I continue telling the story. Her eyes opening, closing, head rolled back, deeper breathing as she listens, imagining,
"The more she pretends to resist, the more aggressively she likes me to tear off her clothing," I said, "she says the struggle makes her forget all else and feel even more desired. Then after getting her naked, she wants to be bent over the back of the sofa, almost upside down, and her hands bound that she can not free them, her legs I would spread wide from behind, and whatever objects she chose, such as elongated rigid vegetables, slowly slide them in and out of her pussy, with another penetrating her butt, as she pretended to beg me to stop, wanting me to spank her ass to each of her pleas. And I must admit, watching the flesh of her ass quiver with my teasing spanking and the juices streaming from her pussy arouses me also quite a bit more. Her violent arousal, she said comes from her pretending to continually beg, plead for me not to do that, and the heat she feels from my hand slapping her ass. The more she pleads and begs, the more intense and harsh she wants the penetration until she is quivering, shaking violently to my assaults and her squealing begging to stop."
The cook now getting very aroused at my tale, trembling to my probing fingers as they noisily slosh in and out of her oozing pussy.
"Don't stop, " she begs, "tell me more, ram your finger harder in my butt . . more,"
"Well," I said, "then she likes me to describe to her how wet and sloppy her pussy is getting and that I won't fuck her until she begs for it. She calls this foreplay game quid pro quo. When the cheeks of her ass are pink from my hand, the juices from her pussy streaming down her thighs like a river, her thighs quaking, flexing, she starts clinching her teeth with deep breaths, grunting, moaning, "ffffuucckkk meeeee nowwww,", and with that I ram my cock into her, harder and harder to her now wanting, begging, pleas for more, squeezing the cheeks of her pink ass harder with each thrust in her until I can feel her pussy kneading around my cock as she comes."
"Oh Ghhoddd," moans the cook now as she pulls my hand away from her pussy, rolls herself over on her hands and knees, "put it in me now, I can't hold back much longer, nnnowww, d-d-doooo it n-n-nowww," spreading her thighs wider and wider, arching her back to get her ass higher, as I firmly grasp my hands to her waist, sliding my cock deep into her drooling, oozing pussy.
"spank me, " she moans, with face buried in between the pillows, "harder, pllleeaassee, d-d-donnnt sshhtto s-s-s-sttoopp, k-k-keeep d-ddoin thhaatt, aauuuugghhh mmmmnnnggg," pushing her ass harder and harder to my loins with each slap to her ass, and then several sudden, jerking quivers as she comes. I can feel her inner pussy muscles kneading on my cock as I come along to her release.
"Ohhhhh, that was good," she softly moans from between the pillows, lying there limp, "you can spank me anytime you wish. I never thought it would feel so good, but then you do that so deliciously gentle, yet convincing."
"Well," I said, "you have a nice round, soft ass to spank," as I slid my limp cock out of her, rolled off her and laid back against the headboard. She sat up, propped herself against the pillow, reached over and rolled her hands around my messy dripping cock and slowly rubbed the sticky wetness to her breasts, her tummy and along her thighs.
"You like it messy, don't you,?" I said
"Yes," she said, "the messier, the more it arouses me. I guess that's why I like working in the kitchen."
"Well, then next time, bring something messy which appeals to you from the kitchen, and we'll see how creative we can be with it," I said
"Ohhhh, I can think of so many things," and with that, she slowly dozed off to sleep. I doused the light and soon also fell asleep.
On my way to town the next morning, I passed by my cottage and could see that the magistrate's wife's carriage was still in the barn.
"I hope he knows what he's doing," I thought, "keeping her out all night well into mid morning,"
Hours later, back to the tavern with supplies and groceries for the next week. Several carriages parked out front. Travelers for lunch and refreshments. Until late evening, this is the way it would be, familiar faces, strangers, coming and going.
Passing through the kitchen, the cook fluttering around, preparing meals in the most cheery humor.
"Is the HELP well satisfied with the proviso here,?" I asked, again emphasizing the word help.
"Very well," replied the cook, "thank you for asking," with a chuckle,
Almost closing time, as I was waiting for my friend with my brandy already in hand, one last carriage stopped. It was the councilman's wife, who I had attended to in her dress shop a few days earlier.
She quickly came in, passed the bar area to my chair by the fire.
"Good evening," I greeted as I stood, "What brings you out this late in the evening,?" I asked, knowing damned well what brought her here. "Would you care for a brandy, wine,?"
"No thank you, I haven't much time," she whispered, "but came to ask if perhaps I could enjoy the pleasure of your company again, if you are so inclined."
"With great pleasure," I replied with a hinting smile, "how else could I answer," I thought.
"What would you suggest,?" she asked
"Perhaps a picnic lunch well into the country might be pleasant," I said, meaning, well away from any possible surprises.
"That sounds wonderful," she said, "will tomorrow be too soon,?"
"Have your driver bring you here, mid morning, and take the carriage to be serviced." I said, "and then have him come back here in the afternoon. I will see that he does not blunder."
"Thank you,"she said, as she was leaving, "I'm looking forward to it,"
"Good night, " I said as she closed the door behind her quickly, and the door as quickly sprung open again. My friend for our evening brandy by the fire and talk.
"Well. . ?" he asked, as he poured himself a very large brandy, "now you tell ME what that was all about,"
"The councilman's wife again needing attention." I said, "I will take her on a picnic tomorrow, and her driver and carriage will be in your shop."
"Oh wonderful," he replied, "and I suppose I need to assure he keeps his mouth shut,?"
"Exactly," I said firmly, "as I have covered for you so many times in the past. But, now let me ask you. What is the idea of keeping the magistrate's wife out all night until the next morning?"
"She had well prepared for that." he said, "she had convinced him she was going to the city to shop and would spend the night there, and had already done the shopping some time before,"
"You mean she had been planning this for some time,?" I asked
"For quite some time." he said, "when she discovered that I had entertained the banker's wife, she told me,"
"Now isn't that just wonderful," I said, "how long is the line of ladies knocking at your door now,?"
"No longer than the line waiting at your door," he said with a sly grin,
"WHAT,?" I blurted, "the councilman's wife and the cook. What sort of line is that,?"
"And the police commissioner's wife, the undertaker's wife, the minister's wife, and several others," he said
"I have NOT entertained ANY of them," I said, "where did you hear all that,?"
"NO, not yet you haven't, that's true, BUT,"
"BUT WHAT,?" I said, "you better tell me all, and quickly. What is going on in your mind,?"
"Not in MY mind," he said, "you would be shocked to know what a magistrate's wife knows."
"Well now you have to tell me what happened last night until this morning," I said
"Gladly my good friend," he said,
"I had every intention, besides being my duty to a dear friend. For one thing, I unleashed a volcano in her last night. It seems that she has never had her pussy licked, tongued, etc. etc etc. and after nibbling up along her thighs, she started pushing me away, as almost unknown fear of my lips getting to close to her pussy."
"What has THAT got to do with all the other you just told me,?" I interrupted
"Give me a moment and I will tell you." he said
"Alright, I'll listen to your tale of how you pleased her first,"
"It was not simply a matter of pleasing her first, as you put it," he said, "Anyhow, as I said, she started pushing my head away from her as I got closer to her pussy with my lips. I thought she was teasing, and I persisted against the straining of her arms until I had my lips well wrapped around her clit, sucking on it, digging my tongue in her pussy. It was difficult to hold on to her as she still tried pushing my head away, but I did not stop, and then I drove one finger hard into her butt as she flinched and tried to pull away from me, when all of a sudden, she began to almost stop breathing, grunting, moaning as if choking deeply, almost ripped the hair from my head, and wrapped her thighs around my neck, about choking me. She came with such violence, that the flood from within her hot pussy actually blinded me, and then she just went limp, quivering, with convulsive spasms. I had never known any woman to explode like that. Anyhow, we laid there like that, with me still between her thighs, caressing her tummy for quite some time. Not a word spoken, when she said, she had heard about cunnilingus, had heard it was an evil thing to do, and had never imagined she could ever have something that disgusting done to her. With that, I apologized to her for having persisted. She did not respond to my remark immediately, but then, after a deep sigh, she told me that it was the most wonderful experience she had ever had, was so thankful I was persistent. With that, we started quite a conversation, which lead her to telling me a lot more than I ever expected. Now, getting back to my earlier remark. Apparently, the ladies are drawing numbers, who pursues you, and who pursues me."
"Oh come on," I questioned, "you are kidding me now, aren't you,?"
"No I am not kidding," her said, " I almost wish I were. It seems that you and I have developed and underground reputation among the ladies of providing them with that what they lack most, and doing it well. And with that, I spent the rest of the night until early morning between her thighs, tongue in her pussy, sucking on her clit. Each time I thought my jaw was about to break, she pleaded that I do it just one more time for her."
"Ohh my," I sighed, scratching my head, "this is just fucking wonderful. You know we are standing on some very thin ice over very deep water,"
"Yup," he said, taking a slow sip of brandy, "but she has got the most wonderful tasting pussy I have ever laid my lips to,"
"Well, " I said, leaning back, also a long slow sip of brandy, "if we're facing the gallows, we may as well enjoy the ride to it. The police commissioner's wife ??"
"Yes, she drew your name. I'm sure she'll be approaching you soon." he said as a simple matter of factual conversation,
"Well, she has got some delicious thighs." I said, "I caught a glimpse of her when I was in the dress shop after providing for the councilman's wife. In fact she made the remark that she though the commissioner's wife always seemed to be in heat,"
"I think I better head back to my place," he said, "and get a good night's sleep. I didn't get any sleep last night." as he took a large gulp of his brandy, left, and I to my room to get some sleep and digest all I just heard.
The next morning, my usual duties of organizing for the day.
"Good morning," I said to the cook as I entered the kitchen,
"Good morning," she smiled, setting my coffee on the little table near the stove, and sat down opposite me, "We-e-e-ll, ?"
"Well WHAT,? I asked, "OK, sorry, thank you for the coffee,"
"That's not what I was talking about," she said,
"Well what then, my brain is dysfunctional until the second cup of coffee, you know that,"
"What do you think of my new dress,?" she asked
Yes, I missed that for sure. If it were cut any lower it would be to her navel, and then she even had the top two buttons undone well below her cleavage. How did I miss that?
"Very, very nice," I said, "goes excellent with my coffee."
"You are slipping," she said, "that is also not what I meant,"
And then it hit me. As if all of a sudden the lights when on bright.
"You can close the lower two buttons now, your tender breasts could catch cold between now and tonight" I said with an affectionate grin for her indirect hint, "and bring some of your wonderful fresh bread, cheese, and of course a nice bottle of port,"
"Would you like some more coffee,?" she said as she closed the two buttons with pride of success, pushing her breasts out proudly,
"Yes I would, thank you,"
It seemed as though I had just gotten out of a nice sleep when the councilman's wife came in, and I had forgotten all about having the cook prepare our picnic basket.
"Quickly," I told the cook, "with all haste, prepare a real nice picnic basket. You know how, all the goodies, and a couple of bottle of wine. Oh, and you will mention that it was your fault we had to wait while you prepared it. You had forgotten,"
"Why me," she said
"Because I'm the boss, you're the help," I said laughing, "remember you made it a point to remind me of that," as I briskly walked out to the dining area to greet the councilman's wife.
"Good morning," I said, "it will be a few minutes before we can leave,"
"Good morning," she said, looking around to see who was in the tavern, which for the moment was completely empty, "can I wait in the kitchen until we leave,?"
So out to the kitchen we went, and yes, the cook did apologize to her for forgetting the basket, but not without a, "you owe me," look at me, which I knew would have to be taken care of tonight.
As soon as the basket was prepared I escorted her to my carriage, and we left for far the end of the forest.
"I must admit," she said as were going to our destination, "the thought of, well you know, outside in the open air, well, it makes my heart race wildly. It would never have dreamed I would agree to this much less be looking forward with such girlish excitement,"
I could hear her heart pounding over the sound of the horses' hooves, so I know she was serious.
I found a very nice thick of trees and grassy ground deep in the forest, yet still a bit of sunlight shining through the trees.
"Well here we are," I said, as I helped down from the coach, spread out the very large thick quilted blanket, and laid out our picnic on the one end of the quilt.
I could feel her knees tremble with arousal as I helped from the coach.
"Here," I said, "let me help you undo your dress," as I unbuttoned it before she had a chance to answer, sliding it down over her hips, undoing her corset, also to the ground as she, not sure whether to help, jump back in the coach, or whatever,
"Shouldn't we eat first,?" she said, trembling out of control, face flushed red like a tomato,
"We will," I said, nibbling on the back of her neck, along her back, sliding her bloomers and her stockings down, over her rich tender hips, down slowly along her thighs, with yet another linger nibble, kiss on the cheeks of her ass, caressing her inner thighs from behind her. I could feel her legs weakening, quivering.
"I have to lay down," she said, "my knees are so weak now I can't stand," as she slid from my hands to the quilt,
"As soon as I get my clothes off I'll pour us a glass of wine, and we'll eat," as I threw my clothes to the ground.
"This is all beyond my wildest dreams and imagination," she said, still trembling, but such a look of complete, carefree arousal with no matter for any consequences. "You are a bold one, but that is what draws me to you so with such inner excitement. I feel so free, like a bird right now,"
"Well," I said, "I thought this would be much more pleasurable than some stuffy room," as I handed her a glass of wine, and we began sampling all of the nice cheeses, breads, sausages the cook had so quickly prepared. Lying there in the fresh air, naked, she was eating like I had never seen her eat. Whenever her and her husband or friends came to the tavern, she was always a very modest eater. This was definitely relaxing her, perhaps as she had never been relaxed, without worry.
After a couple of glasses of wine, I could see she was getting a bit flushed, and somewhat lighthearted in conversation.
"Maybe you better ease off on the wine, " I said, "you might have difficulty explaining being tipsy,"
"No problem, I told my husband I was going to a vineyard for lunch and wine tasting,"she said, "he'll be glad to see me happy, and giggly," as she's stroking her thigh, not realizing she was doing it,
"I hope you're right," I said, watching the arousal juices glistening, dripping down her thigh. "She needed proper attention, now," I thought, as I placed my hand on her breast and gently coaxed her to lay on her back, taking her other breast to my lips, nibbling softly on her firm aroused nipple.
"This is nice out here, isn't it," I said, "feeling the warm breeze caressing your naked body,"
"Absolutely wonderful," she said, "the warm breeze, your touches, watching the clouds rolling by, I feel like I'm floating in a dream," as I continued nibbling, kissing, licking along her breasts, across her tummy, to her flinching, hot, moist fleshy thighs, lingering around and close to her wet, flared, shimmering pussy. The beads of her juices like early morning dew reflecting the rays of sunlight coming through the trees. Then kneeling between her thighs over her, fingers groping slowly deep in her heat,"raise your legs up, high, spread your thighs," I said, knowing, me staring at her, instructing her to a more decadent, vulnerable position would arouse her more. It was exactly what she was wanting. With my hands on her thighs, she eagerly raised her knees, almost touching her shoulders, spread wide to the sky above her. The more I stared at her, the more I dug with fingers in her pussy, the deeper she began to moan. Her heart pounding wildly in anticipation of my assault to her spread, eagerly awaiting hot oozing pussy. "Why hurry," I thought, "let her never forget this decadent outing," as I reached around behind me, fumbling for something in that basket which would serve to tease her butt. A cucumber, now shriveled and hot, by the sun, "what better a natural device," I thought. Her head reeled back, on able to open her eyes from the glare of the sun, beads of sweat from arousal and the warm day beading between her rolling breasts, as I planted myself well between her fleshy thighs. One hand tightly around her thigh to her tummy, as I made one slobbering noisy pass with broad of tongue to spread her pussy lips, and to her clit, slowly sliding the cucumber well into the depths of her butt, sucking steadily on her quivering clit.
"Oooohhhh mmmmyyyyyyyyyy," she squealed with a shudder throughout her body, and to my surprise, "Oh-Oh, d-d-do tthhhaatt aggain," as I started sliding the cucumber in and out of her butt, sucking more noisily, harder on her clit, flicking with firm tongue beneath its base.
"yyyeesss, l-l-liiikkee tthhaattt," she moaned, squealing like a mouse at times,
"l-l-oouuder, ttheee sound iss driving me wwilldd,"
She was vocal, and wanted the same from me. The louder and sloppier I sucked on her clitty, slurping between her drooling spread pussy lips like sucking hot soup from a ladle, the more she rolled her body from side to side, opening and closing her thighs around my head, flexing fleshy muscles to my cheeks as they touched me. Hot nectars gushing from her already drenched pussy, running down my chin, such hot sweet scented juices as though she were in bloom. Her thrusting hips to my efforts at times as if to throw me off, yet grasping each time with both hands firmly to my head, to assure I remain entrenched deep in her heat. The shriveled hot cucumber deep in her butt, I roll, that she well feel its motion in her.
Not less than three quacking orgasm, which nearly crushed my neck between her trembling hot sweaty thighs, and she still is seeking more.
"OhhhhGchoddd d-d-donnnt sshhttopp, ppfff, ppfff, ppfff, p-plleeaase mmmore," with such shallow, spasmatic, quivering, gurgling ,guttural breath, barely able to speak, yet pulling me tighter and tighter into her pussy as if to bury me within her hot pool of flesh.
Then with one sudden, violent thrust, pushed me away, rolled herself over with such urgency, on her knees, face buried in the quilt, shaking, trembling, every inch of her body glowing pink, shimmering with beads of sweat, hands clenched to the quilt,
"Nnnooww, n-n-nowww,"she squealed, muffled , drooling into the quilt,
"p-p-puut it i-in meeee nnnowww," reaching around, groping, searching for my cock between her thighs, then clenching the quilt, then groping as I slid my, now very aching cock into her flooding pussy, which opened like the gates of Troy as the head of my cock began its quest into her torrid breach and closed tightly around it just as quickly once inside, not for a moment neglecting the constant penetration with the shriveled cucumber. Her pussy working on my cock and I could no longer only concentrate on her, as I quickly, with wet flesh to wet flesh slammed my groin hard to the cheeks of her ass, driving my hard aching cock in her deep as my length would allow, as she came again, squealing with her face buried in the quilt, hands reaching out, tearing at the grass beyond.
"aauuuugghhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, "ppppfffff, ppfffff, ppff, ppff, aacchh, oohhhh mmmyyy," and just froze in that position as I continued to massage the cheeks of her ass, her back and my cock waned within her.
"Let me roll over and lay back," she said in such a weak voice, as she rolled over, straightened her legs, staring up at the trees, now beginning to glow the warm colors of the evening sun.
"How could something which could not be purchased at any price, give so much pleasure,?" she said in a floating voice,
"Don't you think we need to be getting you back to town,?" I asked
"Yes, we should, but I could just remain here like this forever," she said, looking at me with such a pleased, relaxed look, then looking back up at the sky,
Slowly we dressed, packed everything back into the coach, returned to the tavern where her coach was already waiting for her, and quickly she left, straight from my coach to hers, back to town.
My friend already by the fire with his brandy waiting for me patiently with brandy in hand for me,
"That's kind of you," I said
"I hope the picnic went well," he said, "I would hate to think the police commissioner's wife not be pleased."
"Very well as a matter of fact," I said,
"Are you going to elaborate, or not," he said bluntly,
"Well," I said, "she doused herself in perfume before she left here, and wise that she did. She reeked of heated sex. Riding back in my coach with her, her musky scent was actually arousing me again."
"And ? ? " he asked
"Hhmm," I said, "can you imagine the furry which destroyed Pompeii,?"
"Yes,"
"Well, then you have your answer," I said, "but, that creates another problem,"
"And what would that be,?" he asked
"Once a woman knows what she can have," I said, "she will want it again, soon. So, how was your day,?"
"Today I finally managed to get some things done around my place," he said, "BUT, both the mayor's wife and the minister's wife come by,"
"And of course you agreed to attend to the needs, I hope,?" I said
"Of course," he said, "and that's why I asked about your picnic today. I will find the time to give each exactly that,"
"Good idea," I said, "and I'll tell you exactly where a good spot for that is,"
"I better head back to my place," he said, "it's going to be a difficult next couple of days,"
"Yesss," I replied, "and I still have one more matter to attend to with diligence and enthusiasm,"
"She went upstairs about an hour ago," he said, "do her justice. She takes care of our needs very well cheerfully, and is an excellent cook,"
"Good night," I said, "we'll talk tomorrow,"
"Good night," as he closed the door behind him,
"Yes, I know," said the cook as I entered my room, "no need to explain,"
"Well that's nice of you," I said with a grin, taking off my clothes. She's laying on the bed, naked already, legs slightly spread, one knee up, sipping a glass of wine, and had one already poured for me.
"Your bath is hot," she said, "I'll come scrub your back for you,"
Sitting in that hot water, sipping on my wine was very relaxing, and getting me back to a better state of fitness again, as she started slowly massaging, washing my back. I could have quite easily fallen asleep at that moment.
"Come on," she said, as I stood up out of the bath, "let me dry your back," and she continued to my chest, and gently between my thighs,
"Come on, " I said, "let's go get comfortable," as I led her back to that welcoming looking bed, made ourselves comfortable,
"Lay back," she said, pushing me back against the pillows, kneeling between my legs, "I'll get you out of your sluggishness,"
"What are you talking about,?" I asked, "knowing very well she could see I was not with my usual vigor,
"Well if I'm going to get any joie de vivre after waiting all day, and you a peaceful night's sleep, then I better exhort you. So just lay back, and allow me,"
With that she coaxed my legs farther apart, spread hers knees farther, fondling her breasts, down with one hand over her belly, along her thighs, spread her pussy, then slid two fingers, groping as if reaching hard for her G spot.
"Ohhh, that feels good," she says, reaching with her other hand to so softly fondle, petting my cock, taking her arousal moisture to the very slightly aroused head,
"she my pussy getting all wet," leaned forward, "play with my breasts,"
Digging harder and faster in her pussy, bringing out more and more wetness from within her, rubbing the juices along the length of my cock, then fingers back in her pussy, till it was smoothly wet, sliding more with firmer grip along it's length. One hand working, poking, fumbling in her pussy, one hand frolicking, amusing herself on my gradually rising cock. This was a new experience for me. Lay back, let the lady bring us both to the state of urgency.
"I love seeing your cock getting harder at me attention," she said, breathing more rapidly, deeper, slight moaning, staring harder at my erection, proud, pleased at what she was achieving, enjoying, and more so that I was letting her have it as she desired without my interference. Why not, I was enjoying watching her pleasuring, arousing herself, arousing me, watching her, seeing what gave her pleasure. It was as much a lesson as it was arousing.
"Do you like watching me like this,?" she asked,
"Yes I do," I said, "let me see what gives you pleasure," and I realized she liked the verbal communications, talking about it, asking, telling. I was driving her higher and higher being that open about it, completely relaxed I supposed, without immediate urgency of reaching orgasm. Prolonging the feeling as close to orgasm as possible.
"Do you like me fondling your cock,?" she asked, but I think more to her herself say that, openly, cock, pussy, describing,
"Yes I do," I said, "spread your pussy for me, show me your clitty, play with it more," encouraging her at her own design, seeing her rocking her hips more to my words.
"Like this?" she asked, bringing her clitty out from under its sheath, rubbing it, tapping, rubbing, fingers back in her pussy, back to her clitty, rubbing it harder and faster, more aggressively than I would have. Her other hand more animated, along my cock, fondling, massaging my balls, rolling the head of my cock between her fingers, all in unison to her aggression in and out of her pussy, rolling, rocking her hips as if my cock were in her. Juices flowing down her thigh like honey oozing. Aiming her pussy closer and closer to my now very rigid cock, touching, rubbing it to her pussy, rolling it over her clit, pressing it hard to her, between her pussy lips, sliding herself now farther up towards my stomach, grinding her pussy now to my chest, higher, rocking her hips from side to side, then slowly spread her thighs, still on her knees, straddling me, rubbing her pussy to my chin, with a boldness as she had said, for joie de vivre. one hand still firmly wrapped around my cock, one hand spreading her pussy lips wider,
"Lick my clitty," she said, "pleeeaasse, now," with urgency, rubbing her pussy to my lips before finishing her request, rocking, rubbing her pussy to my lips softly from side to side, back and forth.
"uuuuhhhh, yyyaaaaa, liikkee tthhaatttt," whimpering, moaning, trembling to get her clitty to my lips. "ssu-ssuuckk on ittt haarderr, haar-haarder," yanking her breath away as I made every effort to suck it from her, harder as she urged for more. Her other hand thrashing, flailing my cock to such hardness I though not possible. Then with one swift motion, slid down my chest, grabbed my cock, with shaking hand, fumbled to ram in her pussy, impaling herself with such force, I thought her weight would crush me. Rocking, on my cock, with such violence, I thought the bed would collapse.
"Don't hold me down," she blurted, pulling my hands from her thighs, pressing them to her breasts, "just squeeze my nipples," and then I lost control to her energy, her grinding hot pussy around my cock. It felt like hot oil rolling over my cock, or bolts of lightning running though me as I came to her orgasm. Her entire body shook on me as if an earthquake around us, quivering, trembling aftershocks as her inner raw flesh worked on my now almost raw head of my cock. Her motion was sending spasms of pleasurable pain through me to almost unbearable. "if her orgasm was anything like what I just experienced," I thought, "then she got her joie de vivre as she wanted," as she lowered herself down on my chest, pressing her breasts tight to my chest, pressing her head to my neck.
"Ohhh that was," she mumbled, drooling on my neck, still with short shallow breaths, as my cock went limp in her, then rolled off me, wrapped her arm over my chest and fell asleep before I could reach to douse the light.
When I woke in the morning, she was still softly snoring. "Let her sleep," I thought, " still several hours till we open the tavern,"
I went downstairs, made some coffee, sitting at the table by the stove, still recovering from yesterday's efforts.
I was almost awake when my friend came barging in.
"Come on," he said "we have to leave right now. Get our money box, get what you need quickly. Come on, no time to waste,"
"What's the matter," I blurted,
"It all blew up," he screamed, "her husband overhead that woman talking about us. That's what's the matter, and he talked, and the whole fucking town knows everything I guess by now,"
"What woman,?" I yelled
"The one you couldn't remember why she looked familiar in your tavern,"
"Yes, and who was she, I still don't remember," I said
"She's the one who's husband had the gun to my head when you came in and wrestled it from him. She was standing there naked in the hotel room with me. Now you remember,?" he screamed
"Go saddle some horses while I get our money box," I blurted, "NOW you see why I didn't want our money in the bank. That would have been a real mess, move it,"
And within fifteen minutes we were riding hard, heading south, away from town.
By late afternoon, horses and us exhausted, we stopped at spot we had long ago agreed we'd meet up if we ever got separated, safe in the hills, a place few could find, and decided to make some coffee, eat something which I quickly grabbed from the kitchen.
Finally calmed down, and now seeing the humor in it all.
"That was the closest yet," he said, "I thought we were dead."
"You know something," I said
"What,"
"We're running out of towns where we are welcome by the male population within a thousand miles of here, you know that don't you,?"
"Yes I know," he said, "but that's their own fault."
"That's beside the point," I said, "I think we need to get some real distance between us and this area and start fresh,"
And then a sound, as someone approaching,
"Quick, " I said, "get the guns from the saddlebags. Someone is coming,"
Getting dark it was difficult to see, so we hid behind the rocks and waited, knowing we were going to have to perhaps shoot out way out of this one, and then,
"How in the hell did you find us,?" I asked, it was the cook,
"I had heard you in the kitchen," she said, "I came down for coffee when you were talking. I quickly got dressed, got a horse and followed you. You will need a cook wherever you go won't you,?"
"You almost gave us heart failure," I said
"SO, where are we going,? she asked
"I guess in the morning we will head as far south as possible and still be on this planet," my friend said,
fini . . ?
I love happy endings, don't you ?
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