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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