The Dulcets are a collection of villages and
hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and
Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a
large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs
unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and
it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the
house he was born in.
His parents have retired to a Villa in the
Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and
his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and
Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills
National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown
hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not
exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he
can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important
as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of
choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of
buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic
attachments.
That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St
Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of
inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.
Unknown to him she had had a crush on him
since she was 10, the St Claire’s were friends of his parents, but he didn’t
know them well, although he did have some vague recollection of a garden party
at the St Claire’s to celebrate some kind of anniversary, and there were a
couple of annoying ginger kids running around the garden, he assumed she was one
of them, he had clearly made more of an impression on her than she had of him,
until that day he let the intoxicated nubile into his lair.
At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because
she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature
cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only
18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely beautiful,
elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.
Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of
Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and
it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
However despite that, a sexual encounter did
take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it
too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her
virginity.
Which he declined to
do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready.
Over the month that followed they had numerous
repeated such snippets and each one helped her overcome her shyness but she was
getting frustrated with her progress and she just wanted him to fuck her so she
wouldn’t be a virgin when she left for University at the end of the summer, but
not only that she wanted him to fuck her numerous times before then, though he
was unaware about that part.
On her last visit she seemed more reluctant
than usual but it was just her frustration at her slow progress, but very soon
she was stood braced against the kitchen door, naked to the waist with her
knickers around one ankle, her skirts around her waist, biting her lip with
eyes closed as she had her first taste of oral sex and he had his first taste
of her.
The next day he spent a very unproductive morning
reminiscing about drinking from her velvet cup and getting hornier by the
moment.
But then he remembered that the paper bill was
due and Karen Askey, who always liked to collect the money in person, was due
to pay him a visit that day.
She didn’t offer this service to all her
customers, just those who liked to give their gratuities in kind.
He’d been to the cashpoint the day before so
he had the means to settle the bill.
Not that it was very likely she would not take
one without the other, it was after all the gratuity she came to the house for
and he always made sure she came.
Karen was the proprietor of the Village Newsagents
and was another of his
favourite cuddlesome yokel women, a very merry widow with a lustful eye.
So, with his randy recollection of his
encounter with Clarissa filling his head and stirring his loins he was looking
forward to making his donation to Karen this time more than ever.
He had to wait for two hours before there was
a knock on the door and when he opened it he was happy to see it was Karen and
she was wearing a full length raincoat.
“Hello Alex”
“Hi Karen, come in I’ve got what you want in
the kitchen”
“Lovely” she said and as soon as she stepped
into the kitchen she turned to face him and let her raincoat fall to the floor
so she was standing there wearing matching black silk underwear, black
stockings, high heeled shoes and a lascivious expression.
“Did you say you had something for me?” she
asked coyly
It took him completely by surprise and he
almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins, she didn’t normally play
dress up when she called round for the paper money, she normally just played
the strumpet, but this was different.
“Yes, where would you like it?” he said as he
looked her up and down,
A classy looking strumpet dressed in classy
expensive lingerie, was still a tart, but he was happy with what he saw, the
camisole hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed
her arousal and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting, while her
black stockings were a nice finishing touch, he liked stockings, and then he
thought about Clarissa in stockings and he was fully aroused.
Nonetheless his hands sweated and his mouth
salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package before him.
“Anywhere you want me” she replied as she
walked towards him on her high heels and moved in close and kissed him slowly and
deliberately.
“and anyway” she added between kisses
“Good to know” he said and ran his fingers
lightly across the cool silk of her camisole, and caressed gently around her
breast, brushing her nipples, stirring them like an autumn breeze and making
her suck air through her teeth before kissing him urgently, and his hand made
full meaningful contact with her firm round breast and his thumb traced circles
around the areola of her aroused teat.
Karen pressed up against him so close a
cigarette paper couldn’t have passed between them and his hand abandoned her
breast and joined its partner to fondle her ample silk clad buttocks and Karen
fidgeted and shuffled her feet and then lifted one leg and put her foot on the
bottom rail of the stool and that motion offered up her stocking topped thigh
to within easy reach of his hand, a situation he immediately took advantage of,
beginning at her knee, he stroked along her thigh to the lace topping and on to
the flesh beyond.
They stopped kissing and Karen rested her
forehead against his as his hand slipped up her knicker leg and he could feel
Karen’s breath on his face.
As his fingers slipped into the creamy wetness
between her lips she let out an exclamation and moved her head next to his so
he could hear her murmuring and panting as he worked on her and these erotic
emanations soon turned to moans as he rubbed her clit, and it wasn’t many
moments before she stiffened in his arms as she came loudly in his ear and her
arms were locked around his neck as she kissed his ear and chewed roughly on
his earlobe before she wetly tongued every contour of his ear.
Alex grasped a handful of fleshy buttock in
each hand and stood up, not an easy task with Karen wrapped around his neck
like an anaconda, but the move was made all the more difficult by the added
handicap of a rather noteworthy erection trying desperately to break free, but
he wasn’t planning on a route march he only needed to stagger three places
where he deposited her plump arse on the island.
As her plump cheeks slapped onto the marble
worktop she released her vice like grip and looked at him very lustfully and
smiled before resting her head on his chest and remained in that position all
the while she was extricating his swollen member from his jeans, and when she had
completed her task she looked back up at him, her mouth wearing a distinct leer
as she grasped his cock firmly.
He could have taken the opportunity to undress
her at that point and she wouldn’t have
complained, but he knew that she didn’t want to wait so he put his hand on her
cheek and turned her face towards him and kissed her lustful lips as she held on
to his manhood as if her life depended on it.
So with the merest of pressure he pulled her
legs open and with her open to the fullest, he slipped his thumb up the leg of
her panties and pulled the silk to one side and exposed the moist flesh
beneath, so when he inched forward her hand guided him in and she moaned loudly
as he penetrated her.
Karen gripped his hips with her knees and dug
her stiletto heels into his calves as he thrust into her a second and third time
and by the fourth, Karen released her grip from about his neck and leant back,
resting on her hands as she continued to receive him and she was panting and
puffing like a steam engine as he thrust again and again.
Alex was in no hurry to finish her as he
wanted to savour every moment of it, but all good things must come to an end
and Karen was on the brink of orgasm and exhaustion, so as she had collapsed
onto her back he slid both hands up under her camisole and groped at her
beautiful tits while he quickened the pace until she screamed out in orgasm and
he followed her with a grunt and Karen squirmed and sighed smugly.
“That was a very acceptable gratuity” she said
After escorting his slutty Newsagent off the
premises, following the consummation of her erotic buffet on the kitchen
island, he watched Karen walk to her car and then returned to the kitchen to
satisfy a different kind of hunger.
The act of leaving Karen ravished on the
marble worktop had left him famished.
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