by Powerone
"I am not making you do anything Lady Charlotte. You can walk out the door at anytime. I am only asking you to fulfill your end of the bargain so that I can fulfill mine.” He sat up as though he was going to stop.
Charlotte had no choice, already half naked, her hands wrapped around his thick prick. She wet her lips, opening her mouth, her head bending over and placing her wet, full lips on the helmet of his weapon, planting a sweet kiss as if she were kissing a baby. She felt the hot, fluid leak onto her lips, her tongue accidentally licking at the fluids, her mouth suddenly filled with a thick, salty taste. She planted tiny, soft kisses all over the large head, finally pulling her head back, looking for approval from Lord Bishop.
His sphincter tightened as he struggled not to cum. He felt her hot breath blowing on his prick before he even felt the silky lips kiss him. Her hands tightened on his shaft, fighting his jerking cock as she tried to keep it still. He felt a rush of pre-cum slip out of his prick, her kisses covering her lips with the wet, shiny fluid. She pulled back, her full lips gleaming with the shiny fluid. “Take it in your mouth now. Suck it.” He wanted more. “I will teach you how to please me with your mouth."
She knew that she had no choice, her head moving down again, this time her mouth opened into a wide ‘O', moistening her lips as her mouth engulfed the thick head of his prick. Her face pushed down, his shaft forced deeper into her mouth, her lips tightening until they gripped the shaft as tight as her fingers had.
Lord Bishop was beyond lust, groaning, his hands gripping the side of her head, pulling her onto his prick, making her take it deeper into the hot confines of her mouth. He couldn't believe the pleasure he felt, her lips as tight as a virgin cunt, her wet lips sliding up and down his shaft. One of her hands went to the base of his prick, stroking it in short strokes, her mouth sliding up and down, her other hand stimulating his balls. They began a coordinated attack on his prick, the need to cum growing greater. He began to push her head harder onto his prick, wanting more of it in her mouth, rewarded with a gasp or better, gagging her as the head of his prick banged against her tight opening of her throat.
It was disgusting and exciting, all at the same time. She felt so degraded, kneeling submissively, half naked between the thighs of this man that was not her husband, her mouth engulfing his organ. At the same time she felt an arousal between her legs that was missing from her life for too many years. To be lusted after, to be forced to submit, her mouth used only to satisfy his lust. She had to make him cum, using all of her feminine assets, her hands and now her mouth, all coordinated to bring Lord Bishop the ultimate pleasure. She didn't know what she would do if he came, but that was not her current concern. Her only concern was to get into the rhythm that would induce his orgasm. He made her choke, his hands more urgent, making her take the long shaft deeper into her mouth, banging against her throat until she gagged. She struggled against his powerful hands, but could do little to stop him from having his way with her mouth and throat. He was groaning and gasping, his hips moving urgently, all the signs of an impending orgasm. Her mouth was already filled with the foul taste of his seed, the thick fluid clinging to her tongue, the salty taste permeating all the corners of her mouth. How would she handle it if he dumped his seed in her mouth? Would he force her to swallow it? Would he choke her with it?
Lord Bishop was ready to cum, but it was not his mouth that would be the receptacle of his precious seed. He wanted to feel her tight quim and to make her cum with him. He pulled her head off of his cock, his prick bouncing up and down in front of her face, his weapon glistening with her saliva. He looked at her face, her lips coated with his seed, her lips licking them sensuously. “Not in your mouth. It is your cunt that I will take. Stand up and take off your bloomers. Let me feast my eyes on your womanhood.” He sat back in the chair again, this time his hand returning to his prick, stroking the slippery weapon up and down as he watched Lady Charlotte strip completely naked for his pleasure.
Charlotte felt the dampness between her thighs, confused as to why she was aroused while performing such a loathsome task. She had never been treated as such a vessel of lust, her husband always treating her with dignity. Lord Bishop was treating her like a tavern wench and she was aroused by it. She stood up, her hands moving down to her waist, gripping the waistband of her white bloomers. She began to roll them down her hips, bending over as they moved down to her knees, self conscious of how her naked, hanging breasts must look, but more concerned with one hand covering up her thick bush, the other hand sliding the bloomers off her ankles. She stood back up, two hands covering her sex, her thighs clenched tightly together, a rush of juices flowing from her sex. No, Charlotte didn't want him to see her in this condition.
"I don't want to see the back of your hands Lady Charlotte. I want to see that lovely quim that you are hiding from me. Put your hands at your side and spread those lovely thighs. I want to see your sex.” His hand stroked his prick harder as she moved her hands. His eyes feasted on her thick bush, hiding her lips from his eyes. Her stomach was drawn tight, a twinkle of light reflecting from between her legs. Was she aroused? He would soon find out, eager to plunge his tool into her hot, moist hole. “Reach down and spread your petals open. I want to see your pink insides."
"NO! I can't do that!” Charlotte shouted out in indignation. She couldn't humiliate herself in such a lewd manner.
"Do it or I will throw you out naked and leave you there for the town to see what a harlot you are. Now show me your sex!” His prick rose up as her hands moved down to fulfill his perverse task. Her tiny fingers pinched the puffy lips of her quim, his eyes feasting on her flesh as her dainty fingers opened up her sex for him, the light sparkling on the wet inner flesh. Her dense, brown bush displayed her sex as if it were a picture frame, the soft crease that was her slit pulled back to expose the dark hole so mysteriously hidden.
She gripped her lips tight, finding the petals wet with her arousal, shamed as she displayed her naked sex so obscenely. She looked down, her legs spread so wantonly, Lord Bishop's eyes glued to her sex.
"Very lovely cunt Lady Charlotte. Now on the desk, on your back and spread your legs for me. My prick wants to feel the tightness of your cunt. Give me a good ride,” he ordered her, standing up, his proud weapon jutting out in front of him, the head slick with his juices. He watched her as she spread out on the black walnut desk, her white flesh outlined by the wood. She laid back, her legs parting, his eyes watching as the petals of her sex opened up. He would taste her first. He stroked his cock with one hand, his other hand sliding up her sleek thigh, pushing out on her leg until her legs spread wider. “Yes, spread your legs for me and I will eat your quim first.” Her lips were barely visible, the wide exaggeration of her bare thighs leaving her quim open for his tongue. His head moved down, his tongue already out, trailing up her inner thigh, feeling her muscles tense, her body jerking from the unexpected touch of his wet tongue.
"Mmmmmggg,” trying to contain her lustful moan. She had not expected such a thing, her husband refusing to engage in oral sex. Charlotte felt a sudden rush of her juices, his tongue sending shivers up her spine as his hands kept her straddled thighs open. She couldn't help herself, her bottom rising up from the desk as the wet tongue teased so close to her quim. “EEEEEEHHH,” her hand pushed into her mouth to silence her scream of ecstasy. His tongue had snaked between her lips to seek out her insides, the strange feeling rushing over her body as his tongue moved up and down her spread slit. “NNNNOOO!” She cried out, her hands clenched in fists, his tongue spearing at the opening to her womanhood. Her bottom jerked up and down, riding his tongue for all the pleasure. His fingers moved to her quim, pulling her open while his tongue continued to gamahuche her.
Lord Bishop's elongated tongue darted into her hot, tight hole, enjoying the sweet taste of her arousal. She was so tight, his prick throbbing at the thrill he would have when he entered her almost virgin hole. His tongue lashed up and down her slit, his sinewy fingers movi
ng to the top of her slit to find her pleasure button. His fingertips pushed hard against the base of her swollen organ, the hood peeling back to expose the engorged bud, his tongue flicking it with precision.
"Oh God!” Charlotte screamed out in yearning as his tongue slapped back and forth over her love bud, her body shaking and jerking, unable to control her own lust. Naked and spread on a desk, she should be ashamed and humiliated, instead she was screaming out in joy. Her hands went to his head, gripping the top of his head, urging his tongue to continue the oral assault.
Lord Bishop was surprised by her lust, her hands moving his head back and forth, wanting more of the oral ministration. His thick lips curled around her swollen love bud, sucking it into the hot confines of his mouth, his tongue waiting deep inside to lash at the trapped bud. Lady Charlotte was moaning in lust, knowing she would not last much longer, wanting to make her orgasm from his prick, not his tongue. He gave her pleasure button one last swipe with his tongue, releasing it from his lips, standing back up.
She opened her eyes, surprised to feel him stop, Lord Bishop standing up, his rigid member jerking so obscenely in front of him. Charlotte was just on the edge of having the most glorious orgasm of her life, instead her body was left yearning. Lord Bishop was stroking his massive weapon, moving between her widely spaced thighs, his hand holding his prick against her slit. It felt hot, jerking and throbbing as it touched her. The fear raced through her body again, his prick much bigger than anything she had ever taken inside her before. Would it fit without tearing her?
"Ask me to fuck you.” Lord Bishop wanted her ultimate humiliation. Asking to take his prick inside her. He nuzzled the thick head of his prick against the dark, tight hole, covering it completely. He pushed with his hips gently, feeling her tight hole forced slowly open to accept his rigid member.
"Mmmmmm,” the thick shaft battering at the gates of her womanhood. She wanted it and at the same time, didn't. It had been a while since she felt the hard flesh of a man inside her, her body craving for the fullness only a man could bring. “Please,” she replied softly.
"Please what?” He pushed harder, breaching the tight opening, feeling her tight hole stretching to swallow the thick head of his prick.
It was huge, feeling her sex open wider than it had ever before to accept a prick. “Fuck me,” she blurted out, her hips moving from side to side, feeling the pleasure of the thick meat forcing its way inside her.
That was all he needed, a deft flick of his hips sending the thick head of his prick between the outer lips of her cunt and into her wet, tight hole. Lady Charlotte's body jerked and twisted as he spread her with his lance, lodging it inside the tight, clenching hole. “Your cunt feels like that of a virgin.” He fought the urge to plunge himself inside, instead wanting her to take his manhood slowly.
It was huge, filling her, stretching her, his steely erection pushing aside all resistance to enter the depths of her sex. She bowed her thighs out, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that the huge weapon brought to her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, her insides clinging to the thick shaft, Lord Bishop already beginning to stroke his member in and out of her cunt. Each time he plunged back in, he went deeper. She looked down, mesmerized as she saw the thick shaft of his prick moving in and out of her sex, the thick shaft glistening with juices. Her juices. She raised her butt up, tightening her cunt on his prick, rewarded with a moan from his lips, a jerking of his prick.
Lord Bishop was pistoning his prick in and out of her opening, the pleasure of her tight muscles clenching on his rigid shaft when he pulled out, grunting as he shoved back in. Her titties were bouncing up and down sensuously, her head thrown back, a look of pleasure on her face as he ravished her. He gave one hard shove, burying the thick head deep into her, letting her grow accustom to taking such a large weapon. Her husband must have been small. “Show me how well you can fuck."
Charlotte needed no encouragement. After weeks of denial, she let the feeling overcome her, giving into the stimulation of the viciously thrusting prick that spread her wide open. She felt the orgasm returning, her nipples hard and swollen, her breasts bouncing up and down from the powerful rutting of Lord Bishop. She tightened her cuntal muscles on his prick as it pulled out, relaxed them as his prick plunged ruthlessly back in, making her take the full measure of his member. His fingers touched her pleasure button, a scream filling the room, Charlotte finally realizing that it was her that screamed. The orgasm raced over her body like nothing she had ever felt before, her legs coming up to wrap around his butt and pull him deeper inside her as she felt him bellow out in pleasure. And then she felt it. Deep inside her he shot his lustful seed, bathing the depths of her trembling body.
Lord Bishop had never seen such a transformation, Lady Charlotte's legs wrapped high up on his ass, pulling him deep into her womb as he shot his precious seed inside her. His balls tingled, his sphincter clenched tightly as he dumped three loads of hot cum inside her, her hips moving side to side to extract the maximum amount of pleasure from him. He finally finished, his sweat drenched body lying on top of her. He got up, enjoying the beauty of a woman that was well satisfied. Her hair was wet on her forehead, her eyes glazed over, her body slick with the sweat of her exhaustion. Between her thighs his precious seed dripped onto the fine wood of his desk. He moved closer to her head, his semi-limp prick dangling between his legs. His fingers encircled it, bringing it to her face. “Clean it.” It was not a question, but an order.
She was still trying to recover from the pleasure that raced through her body, her mind confused, unable to comprehend the orgasm that swept through her. She had never felt such a thing in twenty years of marriage. She opened her eyes to find herself staring at the slick, limp prick of Lord Bishop. She could tell by his voice that he would not be rebuffed. She opened her mouth submissively as his fingers pushed the flesh towards her waiting mouth. The wet prick rubbed over her lips, staining it with the salty fluid. No matter how much she swallowed, the thick, salty taste permeating every corner of her mouth. Lord Bishop fed his limp flesh into her mouth until her lips were forced around it, her tongue lapping at it like a cat with a saucer of milk. She could feel it already begin to grow as her tongue lashed over the slick head, washing the fluids from it. He finally pulled it out of her mouth, Charlotte absently licking her lips as if she were enjoying the taste of the foul crème. The humiliation began to set in almost immediately, Charlotte dressed hurriedly, wanting to get home and into a hot tub to wash away her sins.
"Come to my office at 9 on Monday. Before the court hearing. I need you to sign some papers.” Lord Bishop finished dressing. He would have just enough time before court to get Lady Charlotte to sign the papers. And make a final payment on her bill. She would take him in her mouth, this time he would fill her with his precious seed, forcing her to swallow it.
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Charlotte knew that would not be the last of it, sure that Lord Bishop would take advantage of her again on Monday. When she arrived at his office, she was not surprised by the absence of his assistant, Lord Bishop making a feeble attempt to explain it away. She signed the papers and soon found herself kneeling between his naked thighs, her pear shaped titties naked, her engorged buds red from his fingers. Her dainty fingers were curled around the thick shaft of his prick, her mouth ovaled wide around the head of it, her tongue dancing back and forth over the tip, the familiar taste of his seed filling her mouth again.
The only noise in the room was the sound of Lady Charlotte's sucking and Lord Bishop's moaning. She had gone to her knees without much encouragement, sucking his prick as if she had done it all her life, Lord Bishop's hands guiding the movement of her head for his ultimate pleasure. She didn't even fight him when he pushed her head down, making her take his prick deep into her mouth, her hands pinching his thighs tightly, but making no attempt to stop his prick from attempting to enter her tight throat. Her gagging and choking excited Lord Bishop, unable to contain his lust, her
fingers curling around his balls to extract his precious seed. Her eyes opened wide when he filled her mouth with his seed, her cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk in winter. He held her tight, Lady Charlotte finally relenting, swallowing load after load until his balls were empty of his spunk. He dismissed her quickly, having to attend to her affairs in the courtroom.
She could do little to stop him, his strong hands holding her head submissively down on his prick, the monster filling her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the thick shaft. He pumped his hips back and forth, rutting in her virgin mouth, his head thrown back in pleasure as she felt his prick sputter, the first blast of spunk surprising her. She couldn't believe he had that much, Charlotte finding her cheeks swelling to contain the abundant fluid. She had no choice, his hands holding her head tight, Charlotte feeling him ready to shoot again. She swallowed, the thick spunk sliding down her throat slowly, Charlotte trying hard not to choke on it. She didn't think he would ever stop, three times he filled her mouth, three times she choked the thick crème down into her stomach. His prick grew limp in her mouth, but he refused to take it out until Charlotte cleansed it. He dismissed her quickly, his lust sated by her virgin mouth, Charlotte racing home to rinse the foul taste from her mouth.
CHAPTER 5
The Court Appoints a New Master of the House
Lord Bishop had summoned her on Tuesday, Charlotte knowing that there was news from the hearing that was held on Monday. Now she could get on with her life, able to control her own destiny and that of Anna and Jenna. They had taken their father's death hard, but they were resilient, just like their mother. They all knew they had to build a new life and go on without him.
Her stomach was fluttering, barely able to get any breakfast down, hoping for good news. She arrived fifteen minutes early, Lord Bishop's assistant was not there. She waited patiently, the large mahogany door opening and the familiar figure of Lord Bishop behind it.
