Dirty Lady Katherine

by Alexis Shore

“It’s Lord Devonshire.”

  “What?”

  In spite of herself, she moved round to look at the screen. The video of her shenanigans at Daddy’s club was frozen. She couldn’t believe it was Lord Devonshire. He was a renowned recluse, and long rumoured to be gay. Well, if it was him, she’d scotched that fairly roundly.

  “First time at his club in years, and he gets a treat.”

  “Why isn’t his face pixelated?” Katherine asked with rising horror.

  “This is the raw footage. The online one covers him up well.”

  He clicked play and watched for a moment.

  “Go away now,” Katherine insisted.

  “This is my favourite part,” he said, staring hard at the screen, “When he pats you on the arse to get you moving.”

  “Why don’t you just wind it back and have a wank?” she snapped.

  “I might actually,” he said idly.

  “Fine. Just be quick.”

  “No chance,” he scoffed, “Takes me hours.”

  She snorted and returned to her book, but stood still, hovering near the table and couch. She liked the gentle sounds drifting from the speakers, and they began to mingle with her imagination as the erotica engrossed her once more.

  “I dunno why this one makes me so horny,” Tom’s voice seemed quite aroused now.

  “Because you weren’t there,” she said without looking up.

  “Maybe.”

  Her eyes flicked from the page, to see that the little shit had actually taken his prick out and was slowly pumping it in his fist.

  “I didn’t mean it,” she blurted.

  “Too late.”

  With a sigh, she sat down on the couch, perching on the edge, letting it press into her buttocks. The view on the screen was nice, but she wanted to be alone again. She was trying to pretend that her eyes didn’t keep flicking to his penis, but he was so engrossed in the video, he hadn’t noticed anyway.

  So she gave up the pretence, closed her book and sat back on the couch properly, turning to afford herself a better view. His hand was pumping quite vigorously, and his huge swollen balls were bouncing with each thrust.

  Katherine leant over to the table and picked up her drink, taking a long cooling gulp as she kept her eyes fixed on his fun. As she placed the glass back down, she felt herself licking her lips, and tried to convince herself she was tasting the liquid left behind.

  Her legs curled slightly and she pulled them up, and leant on her hand, resting her elbow on the back on the couch. Her finger began to idly tease at her inner thigh.

  “How often have you watched this?” she asked, hearing her voice so soft and coy.

  “Few times,” he said, eyes still firmly on the video.

  Katherine saw herself standing up and hitching up her dress. Tom’s hand stopped pumping, and his fingertips snaked over his helmet, massaging it roughly. She’d never seen anyone doing that, but it made sense.

  She told herself she was just curious; that this was a learning exercise. But the insistent feeling in her pearl made it difficult to reconcile. As his fingers worked at his foreskin, she could see his pre-cum juicing up bright white at the tip.

  Katherine sucked her lower lip between her teeth and bit into it slightly. Her finger was stroking at her thigh a little more insistently, and Tom’s heavier breathing was beginning to get to her.

  Without speaking, and without really realising she was doing it, she reached her hand across to his lap and snaked her fingers around the base of the prick. Tom didn’t react, his own fingers still working the tip and his eyes still watching the screen.

  As she gripped him tighter, she shifted closer to him along the sofa, and found herself resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes were stuck to his lap now, and she began to slowly pump at his shaft. She felt the skin moving with her, feeling the ridged muscle unflinchingly stiff beneath.

  A little moan escaped her lips, as she began to work him faster now. His chest was tightening as the fucking on the screen raced towards its crescendo. He clearly wanted to come with them, so Katherine moved her wrist more vehemently.

  It began to twitch in her fist, and waves of thick hot spunk gushed over her fingers and hands. She continued to milk it from the cock, and loved how it felt on her skin. As he caught his breath, she released him and splayed her fingers, letting the gooey mess drip and dribble down his length.

  She gathered herself, and stiffened her demeanour, sitting forward and grabbing a napkin. As she mopped her hand clean, she sniffed, “An hour indeed.”

  She tossed the napkin to his lap, hoping it seemed cool and indifferent. He was oblivious to anything as he stroked himself dry.

  “Please go,” she said, “I want to read my book.”

  He obliged her.

  The Lady Katherine obliged herself.

  Chapter Nine

  Lady Katherine is going for a walk in the park.

  “What are we going to do? Bribe her?” Katherine asked, looking back at the camera as Tom walked behind.

  He shrugged. Useless sod.

  “You do know,” she continued, “when they do this on the internet; it’s a set up yes?”

  He rolled his eyes.

  “In fact,” she was almost walking backwards now, “how do I know you haven’t set this up?”

  “Because you’re going to choose.”

  Lady Katherine swivelled back round and continued on, enjoying the feeling of the camera staring at her pert botty as she walked. She’d chosen these tailored jeans especially, and the curved waistband that swept into the middle of her lower back really made her ass look good.

  The little cardigan she had on was delicious too. A single button held it together between her breasts, and it swept away to reveal her midriff. And that’s where she had her most opulent touch – a diamond jewel sitting in her navel.

  They were walking along the sparkling water’s edge in Pittville Park, a large expanse of well-groomed land in the middle of Cheltenham, revelling in the afternoon sun.

  In fact, they’d been walking around it for quite a while now, and Katherine could sense Tom getting frustrated. This had been her idea, she knew that, but the reality was proving much less delightful.

  The Lady Katherine was very nervous.

  Though being able to keep walking was masking it nicely, she knew Tom was going to tell her off soon. A part of her wanted that, so she could offer him her bottom for a spanking, but that’s not what he was hoping would happen.

  She’d seen a handful of people that she took a fancy to, but couldn’t summon up the courage to approach them. What was she supposed to say? All in all, she sensed that this was going to be a complete washout. Ah well, at least it was another gorgeous summer’s day.

  Her eyes danced over the body of a petite Asian girl as she strode past, but she was going too fast to even attempt to say anything. That was Katherine’s excuse anyway. And the way Tom’s camera swivelled to film her meant he fancied her too.

  When he turned back to Katherine, his look could kill. Maybe she’d be getting that spanking after all.

  They continued to trot along at a relaxed pace.

  Coming towards her, Katherine watched a brown skinned girl sauntering along. She had beautifully straight black hair, a flawless complexion, lovely pouty lips, and the most gorgeous dark eyes she had ever seen. Those eyes met hers as they passed.

  Lady Katherine took a few more steps, then turned on her heels and began to follow her. Her ass was fantastic, pouting fleshily inside her denim jeans.

  She gave a glance over her shoulder, noticing that they’d begun following her. It didn’t seem to bother her, but it was beginning to make Katherine feel uncomfortable.

  Summoning up some courage from nowhere, Lady Katherine chirruped, “Hello?”

  She stopped and turned, her look hard to decipher. “Hello.” Her eyes flicked to Tom’s camera, but she didn’t question it further.

  “I’m Katherine.”

  “Takiyah
,” she held out her hand and they gently touched their fingers into a little momentary grip.

  “Nice to meet you,” Katherine was drying up.

  “Likewise,” she tossed her bag higher up her shoulder, “What can I do for you?”

  With the most deliberately plummy accent, Katherine decided to spit it out, “How about a fuck?”

  Takiyah’s mouth puckered in thought, as her eyes darted over Katherine’s body, then flicked to the camera again. “It’s tempting,” she said finally, and rather matter-of-factly.

  “Splendid,” Katherine bounced slightly, feeling daft the moment she did it. Takiyah smiled at her.

  “Is he joining in?”

  “Just filming,” Katherine explained.

  “Where would you like to go?”

  “Here,” and off her look, Katherine added, “In the park.”

  Takiyah moved her mouth in thought once more, and looked about the vast expanse around them. “Okay,” she said finally, “but somewhere a little more secluded.”

  Tom followed behind them, flicking his camera from denim-clad bottom to denim-clad bottom, as they strolled for a while, chatting in a slightly strangled manner that belied the situation and the frisson of sexual tension.

  They finally came to a halt beneath a giant Elm tree that stood magnificent guard behind a Georgian folly. It rather reminded Katherine of her oak tree on the grounds by the lake. They both settled on the grass and Tom fussed himself with getting the right angle so that the sun wouldn’t flare up in his lens.

  It was all becoming rather awkward, and Katherine could sense that Takiyah was having second, third and fourth thoughts. So she leant in close and gave her a tiny delicate kiss on her fabulous mouth.

  Tom nearly cursed her for starting without him, but he had the wherewithal to restrain himself silently. And his demeanour from the corner of her eye wasn’t helping her mood.

  Takiyah finally began to kiss back, tentatively at first, but then as the passion rose, her mouth opened and she allowed Katherine’s tongue in to dance. Her body relaxed under the embrace, and Katherine checked with a flick of her eyes to see Tom was now ready.

  There were people milling around in the middle distance, but for now they were just a couple kissing beneath a splendid tree.

  As Katherine hooked a finger into her belt, she felt Takiyah tense slightly, and so slid her hand up instead and found the side of her breast, cupping it gently through her white cotton top. Their mouths urged on to one another a little more, and Katherine’s thumb sought out Takiyah’s nipple. It was very easy to find, and felt so huge and swollen as she began to roll it.

  As she pinched it, Takiyah pulled away with a gasp and her eye lids seemed terribly heavy with arousal.

  Lady Katherine unbuttoned her cardigan and presented her own swollen breasts to the horny stranger beside her. Takiyah leant down and sucked on one with a real hunger, slurping and biting at it, sending tiny waves of pleasure into Katherine with each oral manipulation. Katherine cupped her head, pulling her closer.

  As her pouting brown lips suckled greedily, Lady Katherine began to undo her own jeans, tugging at the button fly with more fury than was elegant, but she didn’t give a hoot. Even before she freed the final fastening, Takiyah gladly slipped her hand inside and massaged at her mons.

  The ends of Katherine’s long brown hair folded against the grass as she let her head fall back; her mouth open, gasping deep sounds of contentment. As she licked at her lips and swallowed down the arousal, she turned to see Tom had framed his camera in an odd way.

  It took her a moment to realise he must be filming someone trying to pretend they weren’t watching this Sapphic display, but Katherine had no desire to find out who.

  Instead, she leant back, propping herself on her elbows and lifted her hips, allowing Takiyah to tug the denim down her legs and toss the jeans to one side.

  The Lady Katherine’s wet pussy was on display to the whole park.

  And it was dripping wet.

  Whether or not Takiyah had any experience pushing her mouth on to a swollen cooch, her tongue lapped at Katherine’s button with a delicious expertise, before she nuzzled into her folds harder and sucked at the nub with her beautiful fleshy lips.

  It was so delicious, with the breeze teasing across her exposed flesh, and her ebony lover’s face feasting at her velvet slit.

  Lady Katherine looked down her body, noting her huge swollen nipples for a moment, then locked on the two big eyes looking back up at her. Takiyah shifted on to her knees, her mouth still firmly planted on the silky wet purse, and began tugging at her own jeans.

  As the brown curve of her arse pushed into the sky behind her, Katherine could see a handful of people wandering by, their heads turned to watch the orgiastic theatre.

  Such wonderful fun.

  But she soon lost all sense of being on display, as Takiyah shifted round and pushed herself down into Katherine’s face. They lay on the grass, a cunnilngual ying and yang, each worshipping at the other’s mound.

  Chapter Ten

  Lady Katherine has spunk in her hair.

  The discussion moved on to the idea of subscriptions, as it inevitably did these days. Katherine had heard the arguments a dozen times already, and had no inclination to hear them again.

  “No,” she said firmly.

  Neil opened his mouth to tell her that even if they lost ninety-five percent of traffic, it would still mean blah blah blah.

  “No,” she said again before he could begin.

  The Lady Katherine wanted to the world to see she was a whore.

  Such a scrummy word; and such a scrummy feeling. To give that up would be too big a sacrifice, no matter how much income it might generate. The trust was paying for the house and the staff, and Lady Katherine had savings that could sustain quite an extravagant disposable income. It seemed to her that Neil and Tom wanted to make a living doing this, in spite of the fact she was keeping them herself.

  She’d reluctantly agreed to some subtle advertising, and granted them the fees. That would have to do them for now.

  At her insistence, they moved on to the next subject.

  “You’re not getting enough cock,” Tom said.

  Lady Katherine nearly choked on her Pimms, and felt herself blushing as she remembered his spunk all over her hand. It took her a moment to realise that this hadn’t been filmed. In fact, the only straight sex on the site was with a pixellated man. Her train of thought had finally arrived at the same station as Tom’s.

  “Nothing’s come up,” she smiled.

  Tom looked at her, and she sensed some slight hurt in his eyes. Or perhaps she was projecting. The thought bugged her, not least because it came from nowhere and bore no resemblance to the truth. An unfortunate side-effect of a year studying psychology perhaps.

  “And there’s an awful lot of comments that you haven’t done anyone posh,” Neil chimed in.

  Lord Devonshire didn’t count; his identity was safe. “One would think they’d be more interested in watching me straddle the groundsman.”