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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