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 but Clarissa was away in Barcelona with her
family for her birthday treat and since he saw her last he hadn’t been able to
get her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him the day before
she left, which had left him incredibly horny, Which was problematic because
his usual cuddlesome peasants were not available, Sharon the Gardener now had
an apprentice so opportunities to pounce on her ranged from limited to
non-existent.
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.
But when he wasn’t knocking one out he jumped
every woman with a pulse who came within striking distance, as he had
discovered that although it was still the sight of a mature cuddlesome peasant
wench that got his pulses racing, it could be any age or body shape that pulled
his trigger.
He was sitting at the dining table where he
had just finished his breakfast and pushed his chair back in preparation to get
up, when he heard a sound in the hall, followed shortly by the opening of the
door and when he turned to see who it was, he was hoping it was going to be his
ginger nubile back from Barcelona, however his initial disappointed was short
lived when he saw his cleaner, Gloria, walking towards him wearing nothing but
a tabard and a wicked smile.
The day before he had surprised her when he
took her from behind over a domed trunk in the hall, but it appeared it was her
turn to surprise him.
“Good morning Mr
Monroe”
“Hello Gloria, I
wasn’t expecting to see you today” he replied as he looked her up and down, Gloria was
very plain looking, with a large aquiline nose, and short blonde hair worn in a
pony tail, she was also a very small woman, 5ft, early thirties, stick thin, with no visible
bust line at all, and no hips to speak of so from behind she looked like a boy,
very nice legs though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway “Well Mr Monroe I hope you’ll find it a
pleasant surprise” she said
“I’m sure I will” he
replied as the stirring beneath his robe continued in earnest, and he rose from
the chair.
“Stay sitting while
I clear the table” she instructed
The table didn’t
require much clearing so it didn’t take her long for her to gather the remnants
of his breakfast together but Alex sat back and watched her as she stretched,
bent and moved as she scooped up the breakfast things and carried them to the
serving hatch and when she returned to the table with a cloth and wiped the
table he stood up again as she bent over the table, cloth in hand, wiping up
the crumbs from his toast, and stepped behind her and grabbed her arse with
both hands.
But Gloria
straightened up immediately and said
“Oh no, not from
behind this time Mr Monroe, I want to see it coming, please”
“Whatever you say
Gloria” he said and un-popped the studs on her
tabard before turning her around to face him and she smiled a thin-lipped
smile as he lifted the overall off over her head and cast it aside and then she
kissed him.
As she intensified
her embrace her skinny arms wrapped around his neck and his hands found her
soft little tit surmounted by needle sharp nipples, which were clearly
supersensitive because she gave a little snort and winced at his playful touch.
He wriggled free of her arms and her lips, and
began kissing his way down her body.
Gloria stood with her buttocks resting on the end of the table with her hands gripping
the polished wood as he sank to knees before her.
His lips dallied on
her nipples as his hand settled on her narrow hips, but as satisfying as her
dark pink morsels were his lips had somewhere else to be, so he kissed down her
soft belly until he descended to the dark blonde curls of her bush, and burying
his face amongst her pubes, and he could smell her lusty scent and as he knelt before her pussy, he
kissed her lips and she murmured in approval so he parted her labia with his
tongue and tasted her umami tang.
He found her breakfast feast to be deliciously
wet and as he greedily supped from her he thought it was obvious she had either
been eagerly awaiting their lusty meeting or more likely she had breakfasted
alone before she arrived, either way he thought it wouldn’t take long for him
to bring her to climax, and he was right.
When he stood up in front of her she was still
sitting on the edge of the table, breathing deeply and biting her lip and as he
kissed her hot mouth she swiftly un-tied the belt on his bathrobe and released
his cock and gripping it firmly she plugged him into her creamy cunny, and as
his balls reached her labia she wrapped her skinny legs around him and hooked
her ankles behind his buttocks and her arms locked around his neck as he went
at her and fucked her hard, which is after all what she wanted her.
Gloria was no
stranger to cock and was moaning delightfully as she received one stroke after
another, appreciating every inch, and the noises she made were not what you
would have expected from the quiet unassuming cleaner that everybody knew, and
as she released her grip from around his neck and lay back on the dining table
the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.
Her head rolled from
side to side and her back arched, displaying her ribs as she neared the end and
the surprisingly satisfying breakfast buffet came to a juddering end as he
exploded inside her.
When he withdrew
from her she was still panting and sighing
“Now that’s what I call breakfast” he said and
kissed her belly before he stepped away and he looked at her laying
spread-eagled on the mahogany table and added
“I hope you can stay for lunch”
“I wish I could” she sighed
“But I have to do a thorough clean next-door
at the St Claire’s”
That was music to his ears, as it meant
Clarissa would be back, and soon.
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