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.
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 or so 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 was unable to compete
fully in their usual assortment of slutty scenarios due to what is referred to
in sporting circles as “a blood injury” so he made her strip down to her
panties before she performed a toe curling blow job on him.
Afterward they were cuddled on the sofa
beneath a slightly damp fluffy bath sheet enjoying the moment when she told him
that her parents were taking her to Barcelona as a birthday treat.
And While Clarissa was away he couldn’t get
her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him, and recalling that
left him incredibly horny.
RSPCA Tracy
Newton was on holiday in the West Indies, Dawn the barmaid was back in
Abbottsford with her husband and
Newsagent Karen was only on the menu once a month and that time had come and
gone until the following month, so he was having to satisfy himself, and he
hadn’t masturbated as much since he was a teenager.
However, a couple of days before she was due
to return he was woken by the sound of hoovering and his eyes were suddenly
wide open, there was a women in the house, it was his cleaner.
Gloria Samson was not his ideal, but he
figured as he was now sporting an erection “any port in a storm” so he was keen
to introduce them to each other.
He could hear that she was still hoovering so
he knew he had time to quickly jump in the shower.
The shower was wonderful, and he felt
refreshed and invigorated, so he applied some cologne and threw on his bathrobe
and made his way downstairs just as Gloria was exiting the kitchen.
“Hello” he said, and she almost jumped out of
her skin
She ticked none of his boxes sexually save for
the fact that he was sporting an erection and she was stood in his hallway.
They did have a history of sorts as they had
shared a very passionate sherry fuelled kiss the previous Christmas, which she
made quite clear by her actions that she would have liked it to have lead
somewhere, but he needed to be somewhere else, and that wasn’t in her.
“Oh my, you did give me a start” she said and became
flustered when she noticed he was in a bathrobe, to the point that she dropped
the rings she was in the process of putting back on her fingers, as she was
finished for the day.
“Oh no, oh God I’m so clumsy” she exclaimed
and got down on her hands and knees looking for them.
She found her engagement ring in an instant
but her wedding ring was nowhere to be seen, and that was because it was under
his foot
“It didn’t come this way” he lied “It must
have gone in the lounge”
Alex was keen to get her in the lounge as he
thought it the best venue for what he had in mind for her, but she didn’t
cooperate.
“No I don’t think it did” Gloria said as she
looked around the generously proportioned hall.
There weren’t many places it could hide but
she looked under the telephone bench and the bureau and checked behind the two
Jardinières before declaring
“It must have rolled
behind that”
“That”
referred to a very large, oak and iron studded Victorian Domed Steamer trunk that had belonged to one
of Alex’s intrepid forebears.
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