I'll Be Your Wife for the Night #04

"Oh, I'm happy now," he said with a dirty laugh while feeling and fondling her big breasts. "And yes, of course you may make me cum."

He leaned forward to take her nipples in his mouth, first one and then the other. He licked them, sucked them, and nibbled them. Her nipples were so big that, when he released them from his lips they made a popping sound that made him feel as if he was sucking the corks from a wine bottle. Turning them, pulling them, twisting them, pinching them, and squeezing them, he had his wicked, sexual way her big nipples while she continued slowly stroking his cock. Just as he couldn't believe she was sitting on his bed while he sucked her nipples, he couldn't believe she was stroking his naked prick.

"Does this feel good, My Lord?" She continued sexually teasing him while continuing to administer her sexual medicine to his penis with her hand by stroking him faster. "May I stroke you faster? May I stroke you harder?"

Once again, all he could muster was a nod of his head before his ability to speak again returned.

"Yes, God, yes," he said. "That feels incredible, Susan. Yes, of course, you may stroke me faster and you may stroke me harder."

She stared at his naked penis while he stared at her naked breasts.

"You were so kind and so patient with me when I first started learning how to cook for such a large household. In the beginning, I realized the food wasn't the best and not nearly as good as the Head Cook before me," she said while stroking him faster and harder.

She looked up at him and smiled while continuing to stroke him and while he had his wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts.

"Our arrangement worked out for the both of us," he said with kindness.

He smiled down at her while she smiled up at him.

"As my thanks for all the wonderful things you have done for me and Emily, I'll do anything you ask of me, My Lord. Anything. Anything at all, My Lord," she said giving him a sexy smile again before giving him a naughty wink. "You need only ask. Your wish is my command," she said again.

Lord Dudley chuckled as he remembered some of the ugly messes she made at the beginning while learning how to cook for such a large household instead of cooking just for two. Then, he wondered what she meant when she said that she'd do anything, anything at all? Did she mean that she'd willing do anything sexually that he wanted her to do? Instead of her just giving him a hand job while she was naked, which was very sexually exciting, he could think of several other things that he'd like her to do.

'I'd like to make love to her,' he thought. 'I'd like to fuck her, really fuck her hard and fast. I'd like for her to blow me. I'd like for her to suck my cock while staring up at me with her big, beautiful, blue eyes with my hard, hairy prick in her mouth. I'd like to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow my cum,' he thought while knowing he'd be happy with just a hand job.

Afraid to say all that he wanted, he continued to stare at her big naked breasts while she stroked his cock faster and harder.

"You're right, Susan. Some of the first dishes did make me wonder if you could cook but you're an excellent cook now. All of my visitors praise your cooking and have offered me plenty to take you off my hands. None of them have enough money to steal you from me, you can be sure of that," he said with a smile while watching her hand stroking him.

She looked from his cock to look up at him.

"Thank you, My Lord. Unless you asked me to go, I'd never leave you, My Lord," she said.

His reply left no doubt that he valued her culinary abilities as a cook and hopefully would value her sexual abilities as a lover too. He also loved the ability of the firm grip of her hand as she stroked his penis. As if it would break off in her hand, his wife held his cock so delicately. Susan held his prick as if she was manhandling her hoe while digging up weeds.

He was happy that she came to his room uninvited. He was happy she was wearing her dressing gown without having the modesty to wear a robe over it. Now, he was happy that she was sitting on his bed naked. He was happy for the bit of conversation, as it kept him from cumming while her hand massaged his erect prick faster and harder. Yet, he really didn't know how much longer he could last before ejaculating cum all over her hand. She was giving him the best hand job he has ever had in his life.

From this moment on, every time he saw her hand, he'd think of her stroking him. Every time he saw her hand, he'd think of coating her hand with his cum. Every time he saw her in the kitchen, he'd think of her naked. He'd think of her big breasts and her erect nipples. He'd think of her red, bushy pussy and her round, firm buttocks.

He was already so sexually excited seeing, touching, feeling, fondling, and sucking her big, naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples. He didn't know what else to ask of her that she was already doing now, unless he asked her what his wife would never do. Hoping beyond hope, yet, afraid to ask her the question for fear that he'd upset her and ruin his sexy, alone time with her, he wondered if she'd take him in her mouth. He'd love nothing more for her to suck him.

He wondered if she'd blow him. He wondered if she'd suck him while continuing to stroke him. He wondered if she'd allow him to cum in her mouth. He wondered if she'd swallow his cum. Alas, maybe like his wife, she had never given a blowjob before. Alas, maybe like his wife, she'd never give him a blowjob now. Yet, she did say that she'd willingly do anything that he wanted her to do, anything at all, and that his wish was her command.

Besides, as Lord of the Manor, he had the right to ask her to do such a sexual thing. As Lord of the Manor, he could command her to suck his cock. Yet, not wanting to ruining this budding romance by forcing her to do something that she may not want to do, he was at a sexual crossroad. Should he ask her to blow him or not? Should he command her to suck him or not? Should he put a heavy hand to the back of her red, pretty head and hold her mouth there until he coated the back of her throat with his cum or not?

Yet, not wanting to insult and disrespect her by treating her as a woman of the night, some women would never do such a thing, give a man oral sex. Not wanting to ruin their sexual time together by offending her enough for her to flee his room, he faced a conundrum. He wondered if she meant it when she said that she'd do anything for him, anything at all. He wondered if she meant it when she said that his wish was her command. He wondered if she was one of those women who'd willingly do anything he'd ask her to do, anything at all, even blow him and allow him to cum in her mouth.

Showing her what he so wanted her to do, he removed his hand from her breast to slide a slow finger across her full lips. When he did, a good sign, she took his finger in her mouth while staring at him with her beautiful, blue eyes and while sucking his finger as if she was sucking his cock. He couldn't believe she was sucking his finger while lovingly staring up at him in the way that he imagined her lovingly staring up at him with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth.

Never mind his cock, his wife had never even sucked his finger. In the way that he always imagined his wife, Elizabeth, sucking his prick, now he imagined his Head Cook, Susan, sucking his prick. Making his decision easier, he was ready to ask her to suck his prick. Only, surprising the Hell out of him, he didn't have to ask her to blow him. She volunteered.

"Is that what you want, My Lord? Would you like me to suck you?" She looked at him and smiled. "I used to do that for my dear, departed husband when it was that time of the month. I can do that for you, My Lord. I can blow you, if that's your desire," she said. "Would you like me to blow you, My Lord? Would you like me to take you in my mouth? Would you like me to suck your prick? I wouldn't mind doing that for you at all. I actually find it quite sexually enjoyable to suck a man."

His wildest fantasy come true, he couldn't believe the woman of his sexual fantasies asked him if she could suck him. He couldn't believe the woman of his sexual fantasies actually admitted that she enjoyed sucking cock. If Susan wasn't perfect before with her Irish accent, her red hair, her big, blue, beautiful eyes, her freckles, and her big tits, she was perfection now that she willingly wanted to suck his cock.

"Yes," he said. "I've never had a blowjob. I'd love for you to suck me, Susan." Hoping he wasn't being too greedy, he paused as if afraid to ask his next question. "May I cum in your mouth?"

She gave him a sexy smile and a little laugh.

"Cum in my mouth?" She laughed again. "Of course, you may cum in my mouth, My Lord. It wouldn't be much of a blowjob if you didn't cum in my mouth," she said.

Going for broke by being greedier about her sucking him, he asked his next question.

"Will you swallow my cum?"

She gave him a naughty look.

"It would be my pleasure to swallow your cum, My Lord," she said. "Again, it wouldn't be much of a blowjob, if I didn't swallow you, My Lord."

He looked down at her looking up at him.

'She's my perfect woman, a beautiful woman with red hair, big breasts, blue eyes, freckles, an endearing Irish accent, and who sucks cock,' he thought. 'She's a great cook to boot. What more could I possibly want in a woman?'

He returned her smile with his smile.

"Thank you, Susan. You allowing me to see, touch, feel, and fondle your beautiful, naked breasts while fingering and sucking your erect nipples is something that I always wanted to do with you. Now, with you stroking me while sucking me, allowing me to cum in your mouth, and you swallowing me is my dream come true," he said. "I can't even imagine you doing anything more for me than what you're willing to do now."

Susan continued stroking him while staring up at him before she leaned down to take his prick in her mouth. She placed her warm and wet mouth around his penis and began to lick, suck, and massage his balls at the same time. She stopped sucking him for a few seconds and ejected his cock from her mouth with her tongue to speak.

"I've allowed you to touch me and see me naked because I have been so worried about you. I'm sucking you because I've been sexually attracted to you from the first day I saw you. Waiting for you to approach me, feeling that I'd lose my position here if I solicited you for sex, I'm glad that I had the courage to come to your room uninvited tonight," she said.

He looked down at her lovingly and stroked her thick, lush, red hair as she took his penis in her mouth again.

"I've always found you to be attractive as well, Susan. There was just something about you that appealed to me. The way that you look, walk, and talk was so different from Elizabeth. Then, there's your beautiful face, your red hair, your big, blue eyes, your freckles, your sexy, shapely body, and your Irish accent," he said with a laugh. "You are quite the vision of loveliness and what every Englishman imagines an Irish lass looking like."

She gave him a smile that melted his heart.

"Thank you, My Lord," she said with sincerity. "You're quite handsome yourself."

He stared down at her kissing and licking his cock while he continued feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples.

"Then, if that's not enough, you have the biggest and shapeliest breasts I've ever seen. Even as a young lad, I was always attracted to women with large breasts and your body is most beautiful. Now that we're both older, with you a widow and me a widower, it's as if our coming together sexually was meant to be," he said continuing with his complimentary pillow talk while chuckling. "It doesn't matter that I'm a Lord and you're my cook. With the both of us lonely and looking for love, we have enough in common to supersede all that."

She looked up at him and smiled at his compliments of her and her beautiful body.

"Thank you, My Lord. Women are always worried about how a man perceives their looks and their bodies," she said.

With them so intimate and with her willing to give him sex, she ruffled his feathers when she called him, My Lord.

"Dudley," he said correcting her. "Now that you're sitting here naked while I touch you everywhere I touched my wife, and now that you've had my penis is in your hand and in your mouth, you must call be Dudley. I insist that you call my Dudley instead of My Lord," he said with a little laugh. "I'm no longer your Lord, I'm your man. I'm no longer your Lord, I'm your equal, My Lady."

He watched her lower her head to take him in her mouth again while she continued stroking him. Instead of staring down at his lap, a vision he always imagined seeing of the back of his departed wife's head, she stared up at him with her big, blue eyes and with his cock in her mouth. Teasing him as much with her hand and mouth as she was teasing him with her tongue, she stroked him harder and faster while she sucked him deeper.

He imagined her sucking her husband in the way that she was sucking him and in the way that his wife had never sucked him. He wished he had more of a sexual life with his wife but she was always so very tired and so very sickly. He wished he had married Susan instead of Elizabeth. Perhaps, he would have had children. Perhaps he would have had an heir to inherit is land, house, money, and social standing. Yet, no matter. What mattered more was that he was with her now.

"Your pretty face, red hair, and shapely figure excited me from the first day I saw you and continue to excite me to this day. Seemingly married forever, until my wife died and with her so very small breasted, I've never had the sexual pleasure to see and touch such magnificent breasts," he said reaching his hand down to touch and feel her breasts while fingering her nipples as she continued sucking him. "They're so big and so shapely while so very soft yet so very firm. Indeed, you have beautiful breasts, Susan."

Lord Dudley labored to keep his cock under control and was panting breathlessly as he spoke to Susan. He couldn't remember a time with Elizabeth when he was as sexually excited as he was now. He was so relieved that she continued removing his cock from her mouth to speak so that he could hold off his orgasm once again. Yet, with her sucking him deeper and stroking him faster, it was proving to be most difficult to delay himself from ejaculating in her mouth. Obviously, she seemed just as eager for him to cum in her mouth as much as he was eager to cum in her mouth.

"Cum, Dudley. Cum in my mouth. I need to taste you. I need to swallow you," she said. "Cum in my mouth, Dudley. Cum."

Seemingly as sexually excited blowing him as he was sexually excited being blown, Susan started breathing heavier. As if she was a human grasshopper, she rubbed her thighs together as if she was masturbating herself while blowing him. She stroked his cock with one hand while fingering her pussy with her other hand. With her seemingly enjoying him touching her breasts while fingering her nipples, he continued pulling, turning, twisting, pinching, and squeezing her nipples.

"Wait. Stop," he said. "Rather than have you suck me and rather than cumming in your mouth, Susan, since you said you'd do anything for me, anything at all, I can't believe that I'm saying this but, if you don't mind, I'd rather make love to you," he said. "If you don't mind, I'd much rather cum in your pussy than in your mouth."

As if he depressed a stop button, she stopped stroking him and sucking. As if this was the last thing that she wanted to do, she removed his prick from her mouth to look up at him. Instead of looking sexually excited, she looked shocked. Instead of looking at him as if she was his willing servant, she looked sad. Instead of her face being filled with sexual lust that her Lord and Master wanted to make love to her, her face was filled with sorrow.

"Stroking you while sucking you is one thing, Dudley," she said apologetically. "My late husband was the only man who was sexually intimate with me. A virgin when I married him, he was the only man who made love to me," she said. "He was the only man who was ever inside of me."

He looked at her with solemnness as if he was standing at the gravesite of her deceased husband before he looked at her sexually excitedly as if he was standing at the altar with her in a marriage ceremony.

"I understand," he said. "Yet, so that we make love, would you be my wife, if only for tonight?"

To be continued...

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