"Consorting With The Rabble" (closed; take two with a new writer)

[PennySaver]

[OOC: The image below of Robert is out of context. But I so badly wanted to show the shirtless actor we are using for him (Aidan Turner from "Poldark" and the English version of "Being Human").]

Emily took Robert's lack of a verbal response as an invitation to approach and begin undressing him. She took her time. She didn't want to look too hungry. She wasn't a slut, after all. She simply liked sex. And she liked the idea of being a Lord's lover.

Robert stood silent and still as Emily deprived him of his vest, outer shirt, and under shirt. She smiled at the sight of his bared torso. He was so beautiful. He was too beautiful not to touch. Emily moved closer and reached her hands up with the intention of caressing them over his muscular body.

 

[RobbieRand]

Robert did nothing to dissuade Emily from continuing with her seduction of him. The whole thing felt a bit odd, actually; the only women who'd ever seduced him in the past were whores who were being paid to do so. He had seduced women, of course, approaching them as Emily had him, taking off their clothes as Emily was now. But the other way around...? And from a married servant? This was a first for him.

Still, he wasn't about to stop it. He could feel the tension in his cock as it waited anxiously to join the fun. Emily's hands had found his chest; her fingers were playing in the mat of hair that was short but thick. It felt incredible. It had been a while since Robert had enjoyed a woman's touch. And this woman knew how to touch a man, he could see.

He considered Emily's husband, presumably asleep in his own bed less than two hundred feet away. Robert considered how James would feel about his wife caressing her fingers through his Lord's chest hairs. He reached up to take hold of Emily's wrists. He looked into her eyes and reminded her, "Your husband..."

 

[PennySaver]

"Is not here," Emily responded without hesitation to Robert's reminder. "You are ... and I am ... and that's all that matters."

Emily stepped back, urging the release of her hands. With the pull of the string holding her dress closed at her bosom, she released it to the floor. A second string pulled dropped her shift. In less than ten seconds, Emily had gone from being suitably dressed for service to standing naked before her Lord ... for another sort of service.

She was a beautiful young thing. Tight, apple sized tits with hard nipples. Smooth skin over a slight frame. Her fit legs were shaved clean of hair. The patch of hair at the meeting of her belly and thighs was neatly trimmed as well.

A previous lover had asked Emily to do this for him. It was something popular in European brothels, he'd told her. Emily knew that he was implying she was a whore. She hadn't cared for that comparison. And yet, she'd let him buy her a razor for the job. He liked to watch her run its sharp blade over her lathered legs. He liked to coat a soothing layer of oil over her skin afterward. And then after that, he liked to fuck her long and hard.

James had, of course, noticed the difference. Emily had simply told him it was the new fashion. She claimed to have learned of it from one of the Ladies whose home she cleaned. James hadn't even questioned Emily's story. He liked the feel of her long, smooth legs.

Even after she stopped seeing the man for whom she'd originally shaved, she continued the habit. Emily hoped Robert would like both details, too.

"Do with me as you will, m'lord," Emily said, moving back to Robert. She reached for his belt to finish undressing him.

 

[RobbieRand]

Emily dismissed any need to consider her husband, stepped back from Robert, and quickly dropped her clothes to the floor about her feet. She was a beautiful young woman with a tight, inviting body. Her legs were shaved and her muff was trimmed, something Robert had only seen in brothels that served a higher class of horny men.

"Do with me as you will, m'lord," Emily said, moving back to Robert to begin undressing him

He did nothing to dissuade her from this duty, and soon he was standing before her just as naked as we she. His cock -- having not seen action in a while -- was rock hard and pointing out anxiously before him. It wasn't massive, but it was a bit larger and thicker than was the average man's. And it desperately needed Emily's service.

Robert found himself in a unique position. He'd had half a dozen lovers during his years, not including the couple of dozen whores who'd given him what he needed for coin. But he'd never had a servant before, a woman of lesser social status whose job it was to do as he directed and yet wasn't a whore by name. He found himself uncertain of just how he could -- as Emily said -- do with her as he would.

He knew what he wanted, of course; any man who'd experienced it wanted it again and again. He took Emily's hand and backed to his bed. Sitting on its edge, he reached for a pillow and dropped it on the floor between his feet. The implication was obvious. The only question was whether Emily would comply. Not all women sucked cock, and those who did were typically whores and sluts. Was Emily a slut? She was naked with her noble lord by her own will and wants, but that didn't necessarily make her a slut.

 

[PennySaver]

Emily let Robert lead her toward the bed. Then he stopped near it, sat upon it, and dropped a pillow on the floor between his feet. She knew exactly what he wanted from her. And she was more than happy to oblige.

She set her hands upon his knees and lowered to her own. She moved between his parted thighs. Grasping his hardened cock, she leaned into him and took half of his length into her mouth without hesitation. She created a vacuum around his shaft, moving her tongue about. One hand grasped that portion of his shaft that was as of yet unattended. The other hand found his balls and rolled them about in her fingertips.

After a moment, Emily released the suction. She bobbed her head up and down several times. Each time, a quantity of saliva was left behind. Her stroking hand became wet with it. She lifted her head to look into Robert's eyes. Her tightly gripping hand ran hard and fast over his full length. Her fingers toyed with his bulbous head.

Then, with a devilish grin, she returned her mouth to his cock and seriously went to work taking most of its length in and out of her mouth with great eagerness. She wouldn't stop until he exploded and filled her mouth with his Noble seed.

 

[RobbieRand]

Robert was surprised by Emily's quick and willing participation in what many women -- and even many men -- thought was a demeaning, nasty, and/or sacrilegious act. He was even more surprised at just how incredible Emily was at that act. She took his cock into her mouth and his balls into her fingers with the skill of the most experienced brothel whore. He drew in a deep breath of excitement and let it out in a moan that might have woken others in the manor house had there been any.

He had to look downward to watch this woman perform her work; what she was doing was something to be observed, remembered, and taught to others. The pleasure she caused with her lips was indescribable, and it wasn't long before Robert knew he would cum. And as badly as he wanted to spill his seed, he wanted this to last longer. This needed to be enjoyed as long as could be.

He grasped her head, his palms on her cheeks, his fingers near her temples and ears, and tried his best to slow the up and down movements that were so wonderfully pleasing, as he whispered through his labored breathing, "Slower ... slower, girl ... make it ... make it last."

She might slow; she might not. It didn't much matter as Robert's orgasm was already on its way and there was nothing to be done to delay it long. The pleasure rose in his cock, his balls, his entire groin; he drew a last, deep breath; and finally as the ecstasy arrived, Robert grunted out at the ecstasy that finally exploded throughout him. He'd let one hand fall back to support his weight, while the other had slipped from Emily's cheek to the top of her head, holding her firmly in place.

His balls seized, almost violently spitting his seed down the length of his cock into Emily's awaiting mouth and throat. Again and again and again his manhood jerked fiercely, flooding her tongue with his thick, gooey stuff. Robert's body trembled down to its core as he groaned in deep satisfaction. His head had fallen back, his eyes had gone closed, and ultimately -- sated like he hadn't been in so very long -- Robert would fall back onto the bed, spent. His head spun with the euphoria, and he lost track of all but the joy that James's wife had just caused him.

 

[PennySaver]

Robert instructed, "Slower ... slower, girl ... make it ... make it last."

Emily did as ordered. Actually, she fully stopped her up and down movements. But only for a bit. She kept a tight grip on his shaft with one hand. And her mouth remained about his bulbous head and upper inch or so. Then, much slower, she began again. She listened to Robert's breathing and moans. And she peeked up at his face and body language. She knew what he wanted, of course. He wanted her to take him to the edge of ecstasy, then remain there for eternity.

She did her best to do just that. She was good at this. But she wasn't that good. After several minutes of watching him show the signs of building pleasure, she felt a familiar twitch from his balls. Quickly, she returned to her fast up and down with both her mouth and hand.

A moment later, Robert gave out a great grunt as his cock came alive. Emily pulled her head back. She kept only his bulbous head within her lips. Stream after stream of his warm, sticky, salty jizz spurted out onto her tongue. She milked his shaft hard and fast to encourage his ejaculations to continue. She could see and hear the wonderful ecstasy exploding through him. She would have smiled in joy if her mouth hadn't been full of his cock and what it was spitting out to her.

Eventually, new semen stopped flooding her tongue. The jerks of his cock continued, though. So did Emily's stroking of him. She wouldn't stop until the twitches of his ball sack ceased. She pulled her mouth back a bit more to enable herself to more easily swallow the load in her mouth. It was a strange taste, of course. Many women didn't like it. Emily tolerated it easily enough. She'd learned that she gained a lot more from her lovers if she swallowed a serving of their seed.

Robert fell back on the bed, spent. Emily's stroking had slowed and lessened in power. Now, she finally stopped. She spent a minute or so milking his final drops of cum. She licked him clean, then stood over him. She encouraged Robert to swing his legs up onto the bed. She moved onto the bed, straddled him, and put him inside her.

It was her turn.