An English Dalliance

An eBook By Lowered Eyes.

By the time we'd got in the room, my God, was she responding. As a feeler I'd tried a little pain, squeezing her nipple and I nearly came from the way she moaned into my mouth. By then I'd wanted to see what I was getting, so I made some flip remark about getting her out of her dress and she'd simply undone the lacing down her front and pulled it open. Her tits were small but appealing. I'd left her standing there, tits out, and hung my coat. It always paid to let a submissive girl wait and it was a good test. She'd passed that one and when I went back to her and slipped her dress off, there she was, in a garter belt, French cut panties and that amazing fucking hat. I'd felt a real rush then and wondered where the hell in rural England a girl could get a strap on. Not knowing what British Customs were going to be like I'd left mine behind.

When I'd had her turn around and bend to show me her ass, it had been another test. I'd had to be a bit more demanding before she got the picture and spread her ass. I'd been confident then that the ground rules were established and that little brown ring had begun to stir my mind.

I took a last, tart taste of champagne and set aside the shell. All the while I had been replaying my conquest; I had also been taking in the sight of her waiting on me. The good figure, the hair tied lightly back under that fucking hat, that's how I would always remember her, with the fucking-hat. I decided she'd had enough suspense and moved for her.

I knelt up behind her and ran my hands down her flanks and over her ass. I lowered my face and kissed the base of her spine, licked it as I reached up under her to milk her tits. I gave her a bit more pain then and loved her squeal. I knew it was going to be so, so good.

I licked between her buttocks and down to her cunt. I tongued around it, back up to her asshole and back to her cunt. Writhing, she started making low grunts and I could taste her. "Easy Kate," I thought, "Make the subby wait for the boss." To slow things a bit, I reluctantly left her to wait again and walked to the bathroom. I took a piss and washed myself. Had they never heard of the bidet in England? When I got back, she'd turned onto her side; the hat was beside her on the bed.

"Did I say to take the hat off?"

She looked at me and meekly put it back on. "We're getting there" I thought.

"Did I say to stop kneeling?"

She went to move back, but the point was made so I stopped her and sat on the bed.

"Fetch me some more champagne, Samantha. You may have some too."

She got off the bed and refilled our glasses. I sat with the headboard hard against my back and sipped. She seemed to be waiting for instructions, good little English girl that she was, so I let her shiver for a few minutes then told her to sit on the foot of the bed, facing me. Then I talked to her. I laid it out a little clearer for her. I told her I was staying a few days and would want a companion. I explained that being with me would be a learning curve. Was she interested? I had already established during our chat downstairs that her job as a teacher at the University meant she was free until the new term arrived. So I figured it would be just a matter of a few simple arrangements and I'd have free accommodation, a guide and what I hoped would be not only a very decent fuck, but might also be a wild power trip . I had deliberately timed the offer so that it followed my first assault on her naked body, it's so hard to refuse someone who has just licked your clitoris, don't you think?

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