Itis the Regency era, in England. King George the 3rd is mentally ill and has lost the American colonies through his unstable rule. Prince George the 4thbecame the kingdom’s regent and restored calm and elevated culture, society, and piety. The social classes are clearly defined, but everyone lives in fear of descending to a lower class through poverty or lesser associations.
The Belle of Glenwood
Mr. Henry Carter, curate of the Anglican parish of Glenwood, was having a hard time adjusting to his new role. He had recently obtained his position several months ago, working under the rector, a stout man in his 50s, Mr. Niles Brewer.
I had just divorced my husband after twenty-two years of marriage. It wasn't anyone's fault, there just was no more love, let alone lust, between us. I think we both gravitated to different interests and different activities. Sex was almost nonexistent, but I often saw semen stuck to the shower walls, after he left for work. Me? I had vibrators and erotic novels, keeping me sated.
We had decided to dispense with lawyers and all the red tape and to just part amicably; it helped, of course; that we were very wealthy and I was offered a very reasonable settlement. For that amount, I was able to buy an old house at the beach, which had been a dream of mine for many years.
“What
do you think?” he asked as she lifted the glass to her lips. She took a
sip and her tongue tasted a drop that was left behind on her bottom
lip. “Not bad,’ she said. “Not bad at all, barman. Got any other surprises for me?” “Sure do. Just come round back and step into my office for a minute or so.” Ignoring
the looks of his staff as he abandoned them to the crush of too many
customers, he lifted the counter for her to follow him behind the bar.
His hand low on her back, he guided her into the back of the building,
to the room that housed his office. There was a solid wooden desk with a
chair on each side and a computer stand on the other side. He closed
and locked the door behind him and stood with his hands in his pockets
as she surveyed the room.
“My tongue?” she said, sounding a little squeaky. “Yes, Emily. Slip it in my mouth.” There was a moment of silence, and then she asked, “why?”
“I
want to show you something delicious,” he said, and instead of the pity
he might have expected when he realized that she had never done this,
he only felt a primal, primitive male pride to be the one to teach her,
to show her.
He felt her warm little tongue pressing hesitatingly against his lips and opened them, sucking it hard inside his mouth. “Oh my,” she gasped; or tried to, anyway; and he grinned a little in pure satisfaction. “Good, huh?” he asked after he let go. “Uhm,” she muttered. “Want to do it again?”
Well,
she thought almost bitterly as she got dressed in sweatpants and a
plain black sweater that was soft and a little loose after her latest,
and to date most successful, weight-loss plan. She considered shoes, but
settled for her fluffy pink slippers instead. So much for her brilliant
theory. She had sat there for hours and hours on the most uncomfortable
stool ever, drinking glass after glass of whiskey because she didn’t
know what else to order and was too shy to ask. And nobody; not even one
man; had shown any interest in her. The only one who talked at her at
all was the hot bartender, who…
The bartender! Of course! That’s
why the man had looked familiar to her in her bathroom. His features had
been blurry without her glasses, of course, but she was reasonably sure
it was him. She was almost a hundred percent certain of it. The only
question was; what was he doing in her apartment?
Brandon has been harboring a secret librarian fantasy for many years, but Emily was hardly his idea of a hot librarian. She was the type of women who came a side-serving of Complication. So why couldn't he stay away from her?
It was almost time for last call. Brandon wiped the sodden rag over the counter and put the empty glass the girl had just put down into the crate under the bar with the other dirty glasses.
“One more?” he asked. She nodded and took her wallet from her purse. He handed her the scotch on the rocks; her sixth or seventh one for the evening; and wondered how she managed to keep her balance on the high barstool. Her eyes had that glazed look of somebody who had definitely had a few too many, but if he had not been the one to pour her drinks; all six or seven of them; he would not have guessed she was drunk.
At
fifty years old I consider myself to be in pretty good shape. With my
wife, Nancy, being in the military she has to continually work out to
stay in shape, and that tends to have a certain amount of carryover. I
mean, I can't exactly build a workout room in the house with all that
equipment and not feel guilty if I don't use it. So, use it I do,
keeping my 6 foot frame down to a hundred eighty-five pounds and in
pretty good trim.
I
love outdoor weddings, as long as the weather cooperates and the middle
of July, although warm should be very cooperative. When I saw the
invitation to the wedding of my wife's best friend's daughter I was
thrilled to see it was going to be an outdoor wedding. Further, the
wedding was being held at their grandparents secluded lake lodge, along
with the reception.
Now
calling their place secluded is almost an understatement. The driveway
leading down to the set of three twenty to fifty acre lakes is easily a
mile and a half long, winding down through the woods and twisting around
hills.
The
lodge is a huge three story rustic building with well over a dozen
bedrooms, three bathrooms and two great rooms, one on the main floor and
one in the lower level. There was also a twenty five foot wide balcony
deck over a large fieldstone patio, a the width of the lodge. The patio
extends beyond the balcony for nearly a hundred feet with a large
fieldstone hearth and grill built into the hillside acting as a wall.
The property also had a variety of paddle boats, canoes and a nice sized
deck boat for tooling around the small lakes, gazebos with tables and
chairs and lots and lots of woods and walking paths.
The
sun was streaming into the room when I felt my dick being gently sucked
to life by a soft mouth. It only took me a few moments to realize that
Linda was working me to hardness, Nancy still sleeping next to me.
"It's
been so long since I was able to wake up to a hard dick." Linda
whispered while I looked over at the clock displaying seven thirty.
"I
see," I replied as she climbed on top of me and moved her legs on each
side of my hips. She scooted up enough to reach behind her and rub my
now hard dick around her lips and then slid down the bed again, pushing
my dick into her pussy.
"Well, this has been fun!" My wife said, as she walked around camp after the boys pulled out.
"It
has! I've really enjoyed it." I called to her as she walked into our
tent. She came back a moment later, zipping the door closed. She pulled a
chair around to the other side of the small fire, so now the three
ladies were on one side of the fire and I was on the other. They started
talking usual girl stuff, while I sat back and relaxed. It didn't take
me long to figure out what she had done. Her shirt was long enough to
cover the workout shorts she had put on when she took her nap, but now
that she was sitting, I could see she had slipped them off and was
wearing nothing but the t-shirt, her tits still giggling around when she
moved.
I
gave my wife a gentle kiss before climbing off the air mattress and
sliding a pair of shorts up my legs. It was early, the sun barely
peeking through the trees and dancing on the sides of the tent. I
grabbed a power bar and a Gatorade; and headed down to the boat. No one
wanted to come along this morning, but that was fine with me. It meant I
could work some of the back bays real slow.
I
headed down the hill from the campsite to the small bay where I had the
boat moored, the morning being quiet and misty. There was a light fog
hanging above the water; obscuring the camp by the time I got down to
the boat. It was a silent still morning, perfect for this kind of
fishing. I waded into the bath warm water and pushed the cover back on
the bow, to allow me to climb in. I levered myself over the railing, not
a graceful move, and started pulling the cover off the boat.
We
finished lunch and I unhooked the boat trailer from the suburban to get
ready to go to Warsaw. I changed into my shorts and a t-shirt and
turned on the GPS, punching in my ‘to go’ location so it would map it
out.
"You ready to go, Linda?" I called.
"In
a minute!" she called back a she crawled into her tent. I heard her
rustling around inside the tent for several minutes before she came out
and walked over to the truck.
"Can I come with, mom?" Emily asked.
"Sure
honey!" Linda said killing any hope I had of messing around with Linda
on this trip. The girls climbed into the truck, Linda in the front seat
and Emily in the back, wearing her white bikini with some kind of skirt
wrap. I jumped in and drove out, heading the thirty miles of 2 lane
highway to get to Warsaw.
"So did you get a good look?" Linda asked once we hit the main highway.
As a Missouri outdoorsman, Nancy and I stay very involved in our community.
Nancy and fellow teacher, Linda, had been best friends since out kids were born over twenty years ago. She was still a very good looking woman, but I never saw much of it because she wore fairly conservative clothing and such. Now that her daughter was living in the house with the new grandbaby, she didn't get much privacy.
Since her husband was a deadbeat and not around much, I suspected that the only sex she ever got was at her own hand. We never talked about it of course, but I often wondered what she thought of me. I liked to think that some of the subtle things she did over the years indicated she was attracted to me.
Suddenly, a whistling sound broke through the monotonous, noiseless vacuum of space as the meteoroid entered the atmosphere and became, by definition, a meteor. Now awake, the creature within huddled inside the deepest part of the interstellar rock as the outer surface heated up dramatically from the friction.
Down, down, the rock fell, parts of it sloughing off as it became red hot and melted away. It became smaller and smaller, and the creature screamed as it felt its own flesh burn.
Then the rock, now only slightly larger than its precious payload, hit the surface of the planet, becoming, by definition, a meteorite, and the creature lost consciousness.
It came awake. It didn't know how long it had been dormant, but the atmosphere of its new home was cool on its skin, very welcome after the scorching it had taken! It was injured, and needed to replenish its biomass. It cast out, sensing for compatible material, and then slithered toward a structure in the distance.
Of
course I should have realized that there is an ulterior motive to his
request. But I'm a willing participant to his brilliant scheme, even if
technically I'm the victim. The lively dance music is sensuous and our
bodies are almost constantly in contact. I'm not sure if it the desire
building inside me or the strenuous activity that is making my clothes
stick to me. Our bodies are glistening with sweat and the effect is
driving me wild.
By
the time Ellen and I join them, nearly all the contestants are in the
dining area and are already eating at the table. Ellen and I go over to
the side table where the buffet is laid out, and we select some food.
Patrick looks at me as I sit down opposite him, but he doesn't say
anything. After Vincent's revelation earlier about Patrick's feelings
towards me, I'm not certain what to say to Patrick.
I
quickly realize the seriousness of my situation. If I don't return to
the dormitory before roll-call, I will be returned to Buchanan in shame.
A chill runs through me. I berate myself for being so stupid as to drop
my guard and allow Paulo to chain me like this. There is no doubt in my
mind that he's the one responsible for my predicament.
of my thighs slide against each. I knew if Tristan didn't stop soon, I would have an entire other problem.
Finally,
Tristan stopped. He put the remote back on the bench, and stood up.
"Well, I gotta head to class now," he said. "See you around, Samantha.
Nice to meet you."
I
couldn't say anything, because I knew my voice would give away what I
was feeling, so I simply nodded to him. Then he turned around and left.
As
soon as he was turned around, I grabbed the controller, and turned the
knob all the way down, and finally, the buzzing stopped. As I caught my
breath, I looked down. When Tristan was far enough away, I opened my
legs a little, and assessed the situation.
Serf Jasmine seeks her freedom by entering the Argonaut.
Chapter 1: The next step
The domed city of Argon is a marvel of engineering created in the dying days of the old regimes. Uninterrupted wars; the plundering of rapidly diminishing resources; and extreme weather events, had reduced most of the planet's population to little more than scavengers and refugees, dependent on the largess of the privileged few who controlled most of the Earth's remaining wealth and resources. The ideas of democracy and freedom had been swept away by the unstoppable return of the medieval concept of feudalism. The wealthy elite became the new aristocracy, while the bulk of the population was reduced to modern day serfs; indentured to their local overlord from cradle to grave.
This
time, I was last to go, and the only people left in the room were
Nicole, Ms. Sharon, and I. I stepped between Nicole's legs, which were
now quivering from all the pleasure. About half-way through, Nicole
started having trouble keeping them open, so Ms. Sharon was now standing
on the other side of the desk from me, near Nicole's head, holding each
of Nicole's ankles spread about three feet apart.
"Hi Nicole." I said to her, as I approached. "I'm the last one. Before I start, I was wondering how you feel."
Nicole
weakly lifted her head to look at me. She was smiling, but she also
looked quite tired. "Well, My legs are a little sore from being spread
for so long. Also, my cunt is a little raw from all the different
fingers being rubbed in and out of it. But overall, I feel amazing. I've
never climaxed this many times in such a short amount of time before."
"So, I take it you're still glad I ran into you in the library?" I asked.
"Oh,
definitely!" she exclaimed. "If I get to experience all this on just
the first day, I can't wait for what's in store for us for the rest of
the semester."
"Wow."
I said, smiling back at her. "I don't know if I could take all the
attention and stimulation you have had today. Well, I'll hurry up and
finish this, so we can leave."
"Thank
you Samantha," she replied. "But, since you're last, make sure it's a
good one. I don't want to leave here on a low note. If you make it good,
I promise that I'll pay you back for it another time."
I
walked back to the elevator, pressed the button, and got on. This time,
nobody joined me, so I was by myself. The elevator door closed, and my
hand immediately went between my legs. I figured I could probably cum
before the elevator reached the bottom floor.
What
I didn't count on was people waiting on the other floors. About two
floors down, the door opened, with a ding. It nearly gave me a heart
attack, seeing the librarian and a couple students standing there,
looking at me with my hand on my cunt.
"Oh. Sorry." said the librarian. "We'll catch the next one."
The
door closed, and I continued. I was just starting to orgasm when the
elevator opened at the bottom floor. I gasped and writhed with the
fantastic sensations coursing through my body, while the security
student and everyone else in the lobby watched.
