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He released her breasts and his hands slid to her hips. The thrusting began. His cock filled her. Its length and girth perfect for her soft tightness. As it thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, she felt the wonderful emptying and filling. Empty, full, empty, full, the one a beautiful ache, the other a perfect satisfaction
Answering with thrusts of her own, she became more desperate as his urgency grew. She was writhing and bucking as if to tear his cock off inside her. He thrust and slammed, careless of hurting or bruising her.
They came together, gasping and sobbing. She felt his cock spasm and swell as he gushed into her. Her pussy clutched and rippled, milking him like a hot, hungry mouth.
Finally, spent, he rested on her back gasping for air, feeling weak and wonderful.
She took his weight happily. She was filled with his juices. Her orgasm had been a wonderful, terrible thing. How she’d longed for a cock within her.
Hudson had been everything she’d hoped he’d be. Again? Certainly. Soon? Very soon. Many times. As many times as it took, More times than it took. Happiness welled in her. She scissored her thighs, Madam was on cloud nine.
Hudson crossed the room, his legs a little unsteady, he was still breathing hard.
“Thank you Hudson.”
He turned at the door, “Will that be all Madam?”
“No it won’t Hudson,“ she smiled a very feminine smile, “perhaps tomorrow?”
She felt a trickle between her thighs. Damn, she must lie down, get her hips elevated.
“Yours is indeed a very pretty bottom.”
Outside the drawing room, Hudson leaned his back against the door, closed his eyes and smiled. He’d almost mentioned his long-ago vasectomy.
He pictured her pretty, pretty bottom, beckoning over the coming weeks and months. And the lovely rest of her.
Madam would be ringing again soon, he was sure.
Three days and not a hint from her that she even remembered what they had done or had planned to do. Not so much as a flicker of her pretty lashes. She treated him exactly as before, exactly as ladies treat butlers. He began almost to doubt that the wonderful first coupling had occurred at all.
Hudson met a hurriedly departing Sir Oliver in the hall.
“I’m late already Hudson,” he gestured behind him, “your mistress wants a word with you.”
“Very well Sir.” He turned and walked towards the breakfast room.
“Would you like some breakfast Hudson?”
“I’ve already eaten Madam, thank you.” An odd question he thought, a butler could hardly eat in the breakfast room.
“Well, I have a tasty little morsel for you if you’re still peckish.”
She got up from the long table and walked past him and locked the door. Her perfume swirled around him. He felt his body respond.
Returning, she pushed the linen cloth, and everything on it, down the table, turned, and sat on the bare wood.
He remembered endlessly polishing that table as a boy when his father had been butler.
She put her feet on the chair Sir Oliver had recently vacated and lay back.
“Come, sit down Hudson.” she moved one foot to give him room. He moved to the chair and sat. She put her foot back, her ankles pressed against his thighs.
She reached for the hem of her dress and began pulling it up.
“I fancy you are a stockings kind of man Hudson.”
His breath caught in his throat. “I am indeed Madam.”
With maddening slowness, she eased the fabric up her thighs. Stocking tops appeared and then the first glimmer of pale flesh. He heard himself swallow.
Finally she drew the skirt right up to her waist. She wore a little pair of red panties. They were in perfect contrast to the whiteness of her skin. The fabric, shiny and tight, covered her mound. A slight crease outlined her cleft. Not a wisp of hair showed.
Her hand moved and she touched herself in the centre of the red triangle. With the nail of her forefinger she scratched gently.
“Kiss her Hudson, kiss my pussy,” she said, her voice husky.
He couldn’t help asking quietly, “Is this the morsel of which you spoke Madam?”
“Yes Hudson it is.” There was a hint of laughter in her voice as she added, “Aren’t you hungry?”
He murmured, “Yes Madam, I do believe I am,” and bent over to kiss her.
The scent of her seemed to trigger his cock. Already swollen at the sight of her nakedness it now became rigid. Hudson wanted her at that moment more than he’d ever wanted any woman.
She moaned as his mouth pressed against her mound. He inhaled the wonderful mix of her musk and her perfume.
He could sense her hunger, feel it in the movement of her body. But surely, it could be no greater than his?
Poor Hudson, he was in danger of coming in his trousers. His trapped cock was a torment.
She splayed her knees. Hudson eased forward on the chair and slid his hands under her thighs. God but she smelled wonderful, he thought. With nose and mouth he nuzzled at her, loving the feel of her panties under his lips. He could feel the rasp of her pussy curls under the thin fabric.
She clutched at the waistband of the panties and squirmed her bottom on the table. In no time, the fabric was pulled deep between the lips of her pussy; she seemed about to cut herself in half. She tugged rhythmically, working the panties cruelly over her clitoris. Dark, auburn hair leamed, red-gold, on either side.
She was breathing hard, a little mewing noise coming each time she exhaled.
Hudson’s teeth took hold of the soft, swollen flesh to one side of the panties and began to bite her gently.
“Oh yes Hudson, bite me, eat me, eat my pussy.”
He did as he was bid. But his cock throbbed inside his trousers. He wanted it out, to have her touch it, his cock needed comforting.
She pulled the panties to one side. They had turned dark red, almost black, at the crotch now with her wetness. She was open for him, her pussy gaped. It glistened with its own wetness. She was pink, every shade of pink. What a lovely thing, he thought.
The one-word question made him smile and, by way of an answer, he pressed his mouth against her. He pursed his lips and gave her an audible kiss.
Raising his head for a moment he said, “Delicious Madam, there was never a tastier morsel.”
He took her gently from aroused to writhing and helpless. And he kept her there. He moved his hands and, with his thumbs, held her open. With his tongue tip he began to write the alphabet on the pages of her labia. After each letter he named it, tormenting her.
With delicious, excruciating slowness he worked his way through the letters. How he loved her wet, slick softness. Her pussy was made for kissing. Appetizing she was.
“M,” he told her and began to trace the letter N.
“For God’s sake Hudson, just let me come,” she begged.
He raised his head, “Madam?” Then he added, “Now I’ve forgotten where I was.”
He put his tongue to her pussy and gave her three gentle licks.
“A.” he said.
“You were at M!” she rolled her head from side to side and all but sobbed, “Please Hudson, no more teasing.”
His cock ached with his need and strained in his pants. He stood and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them slide to the floor, his briefs followed.
She struggled up onto her elbows. “Hudson what are you doing?”
He looked down at his cock, which waved, cobra-like. He gestured. “Setting this free Madam. I was in danger of … of … well, of coming in my underwear. You wouldn’t want that, would you Madam?”
She slumped back on the table. Her hand went to her pussy and her fingers went to work.
The delay had allowed him to regain a little control. He still wanted nothing more than to slide his cock into her but Madam had offered him breakfast and that lovely pinkness seemed to beg.
Hudson sat again and looked at her. She was a beautiful woman clothed, but, like this, somehow more than naked, she was irresistible.
He took her feet in his hands and gently lifted them. She rested her legs on his shoulders. Bending forward, he brought his lips to the top of her cleft and gently sucked her clit between his teeth.
She gasped and then her thighs clamped his head. He could hear nothing.
Suckling her clit, nipping it gently between his teeth, he felt her begin to writhe under him. He felt her hands grab his hair and her pussy answered his mouth’s attentions, grinding and humping up at him. He sensed her orgasm beginning, the grip of her thighs tightened; the squirming of her body under his face became frantic.
He slid his hands under her thighs and up around the sides of her bottom and, gripping the softness of her, pulled himself harder into her crotch. He forced his open mouth against her and worked his tongue over her labia and, into her, as far as he could. She was wet and getting wetter. Her struggles got more desperate as her climax rolled on. At last, she opened her thighs and he heard her, begging him to stop.
He released her, stood and helped her place her feet on the chair. He grinned down at her. Her face glistened with sweat and her chest heaved. She rolled her head from side to side.
“Why didn’t you stop when I told you Hudson?” Her tone of command, he thought, given her condition, was so like Madam and yet, so outrageous.
“Madam’s thighs were clamped over my ears,” he said, his grin broadening. “And Madam did seem to be enjoying herself.”
“I was,” she said, gasping for air, “I’ve never come like that in my life. Oh Hudson, I thought, I thought I would die when you didn’t stop.”
The was a discrete tapping outside the door and Agnes, the maid, asked timidly, “Is Madam alright?”
She and Hudson looked at each other for long seconds and the knock came again, a little louder.
“I’m perfectly alright Agnes, thank you.”
Hudson moved forward, guiding his cock towards his mistress’s crotch.
“No Hudson! Not now!” she hissed. “Agnes must have heard me.”
“I heard nothing Madam. Surely Madam would be discrete during her climax?” His cockhead nudged between the lips of her pussy and he heard her sharp intake of breath.
She gave a soft moan as a second inch of Hudson eased inside her wetness.
“No Hudson, we must stop. Hudson!”
But Hudson couldn’t stop. He slid his whole length deep into Madam. How hot she was, how exquisitely hot.
How he’d wanted to slide his cock into her! Now he was buried balls deep. He looked down, her wet panties were against the side of his cock and her pubic hair was all atangle with her juices and his saliva. Madam, was in delicious disarray.
His cock was rigid inside her as he stood and waited for her to say yes. He knew she would. He reached down and placed his splayed fingertips on her belly and caressed her clitoris with the ball of his thumb.
Her whole body twitched and she whispered, “Yes Hudson yes, fuck me!”
While he did, little Agnes peered through the crack between the double doors. She knelt and held her breath. How lovely Hudson’s thrusting ass looked.
Madam writhed through another climax on the lovely polished mahogany, while Hudson emptied himself into her. They both tried to be quiet, it wasn’t easy.
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