My book, ‘In Service to the Senses’ is out today as a single release for a mere £1.85 from Total-E-Bound. It’s got it all – horny countesses, hot valets and well-hung footmen. What’s not to love? And they do get very creative, the three of them. What else is there to do in a country house in the … umm, country?
Here’s a little teaser for you. Here, the new footman, Frederick, meets the beautiful countess for the first time. In the absence of the valet, Edward, she is seeking other diversions.
“Are you wondering why I’ve summoned you?”
“I haven’t thought about it, my lady.”
“Oh?” She stood and walked slowly towards him. “I should think you have. Do you not speak to Edward?”
“Of course, my lady.”
“Then I should suspect you know exactly why you are here.”
She was circling him now, casting her gaze over his elegant form, clad impeccably in the livery she herself had selected for her footmen. Then she brought up her hand and ran her fingers idly along his shoulder. “Your livery suits you, Frederick, and I am very pleased to see you have worn it correctly today.”
“Yes, my lady.” He dared turn to look at her as she continued her progress around him.
“Do you find it comfortable?”
“Yes, my lady,” he lied.
She was now smoothing her hand down his abdomen, curling it around towards his hips. “Not too tight?”
“Not unduly, my lady.”
“What? Are you implying some parts of it are a little snug?” The word dropped tantalisingly off her tongue. Fred felt both his confidence and his cock raising their heads. He decided to play along.
“Perhaps in one area, my lady.”
“Oh?” Her hand came to rest in that one area and she cupped the heavy contents of his breeches in her palm. Her eyes widened as she felt its full potential. “Yes…I must say…the trousers are fitted for the average man. You, Frederick, are clearly not the average man.”
“So I’ve been told, my lady.” He let his voice lilt conspiratorially.
She was undoing the placket and slipping her fingers inside. Frederick swallowed hard and let her ply him assuredly.
Isabella could not tear her eyes away from the sight before her. He was certainly not the average man. What was stirring in her palm now rose up so thick and long, even she was impressed. She spat into her fingers and started to work him, then curled her hand around his considerable girth and pumped, letting her thumb stroke over the slit. She grinned up as his eyes closed and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Excuse me, my lady.”
Isabella could tell he was nearly there. She could barely close her fingers around his stupendous cock, but she was bringing him quickly to a climax with her hand, she knew that. She was, after all, well-practised in the art.
Then, just as his breath hitched at the approach of orgasm she withdrew her hand and stepped away. “I don’t want you making a mess of my clothes and the rug. It’s fifteenth-century Persian.”
All that and much, much more for the price of a decent cup of coffee. Perfect for a lazy summer evening. Thanks for visiting! DH x