IN A ROOM

Amanda

The Earl of Merton heard soft tap at the door.

"Come in," he called out.

He was expecting his valet, coming to undress him for the night. Instead, entering his room was Lady Amanda, his host's sister.

She was wearing a diaphanous silk dressing gown which did nothing to conceal her figure. Her curves silhouetted by the light of the candles. He could even see her firm breast and erect nipples moulding the front bodice.

"I beg your pardon, m'lady. I was expecting my valet," said him.

"I came to see to your comfort," replied Amanda. "I was notified that your valet is indisposed. So I gave him permission to retire, after I assured him you will be well taken care of."

"You are very kind. But you could have sent the butler or one of the footmen to assist me."

"I want to be sure you lack nothing. I will personally supply you with anything....you need...," said her meaningly. She moved closer to him.

The Earl suddenly realised her intention.

"I assure you, m'lady, I have already had what I need," said him, hoping she would leave.

"Then perhaps I have a need only you can fulfil," said her temptingly.

"Please leave, m'lady. I know what you ask of me. But I do not want to abuse your brother's hospitality by dishonoring his sister," said him.

She unlaced her gown.

"Nobody is dishonoring anybody," promised her. "We are just two people seeking warmth and comfort. No strings attached"

Her gown fell on the floor. She was not wearing anything else. He felt a stirring in his loin. Be damned with honor, he said to himself. No sane man would decline such an irresistable offer.

"Very well then," he said indifferently.

He drew her closer by pulling her nipples. She gasped at his sudden action, but quickly recovered. His mouth came down to ravish hers. She responded by caressing his lips and teeth with her tongue. He deepened his kiss, becoming more possesive and demanding.

He shrugged off his dinner coat. She helped him take off the rest of his upper clothes. She undid the buttons of his breeches and pulled them down.

She pushed him onto the nearest armchair by the fire and said,

"Just sit and enjoy. I will serve you."

He waited curiously. She knelt down in front of him and pulled first his boots, then his breeches. His cock sprang free, already warm and hard.

She wrapped her hand around the shaft and began rubbing it up and down applying the right pressure at each stroke. She licked and roll her tongue around the tip.

She put it in her mouth as deep as she could. She sucked hard as if her life depended on it, her head bobbing up and down. His deep moans of pleasure made her pussy stir and drenched wet.

She climbed on top of him, straddling him. She cupped his face and started kissing all over his face. He smelled nicely of soap. She enjoyed the feeling of his neatly groomed moustache and beard against her lips.

"I have always been mad about men with facial hair," whispered her seductively.

His mouth caught hers in a rough and passionate kiss. She lifted her hips and placed her opening on the tip of his cock. Slowly she impaled herself on his swollen member. Once his cock was all inside, she rode him up and down.

He could not believe what he saw. An act like this usually was done by a cyprian. To a Lady of Quality, it was considered immoral and degrading. But there he was, sitting naked in a room of a distinguished peer with a gentle-born lady riding him like a horse.

He ceased his own thought. Instead he concentrated on pleasing the lady. He kissed her lips, neck and shoulder. His rubbed every inch of her skin. His hands found way to her breasts and squeezed them. He stimulated her breast and nipples earning her moans of approval.

She kept riding him as waves of several climax swept her. He muffled her screams with kisses each time she came. He held her hips in place as he ejected his own release into her. Feeling content, she rested her head on his shoulder, her heart beating very fast. He wrapped his arm around her, caressing her as they both calmed their breath.

After a while she realised that his cook inside her was nowhere near limping. Instead it grew even harder and thicker. She looked at him questioningly. He grinned, and said,

"Looks like we have not finished for tonight."

Again their mouths locked in a heated and fiery kiss. She did not ride him again, but she clenched her inside muscle, massaging him which made him utter happy noises.

He rose from the chair taking her with him. He laid her on the thick carpet in front of the fire and pulled out. His fluid oozed out of her, which he cleaned with a piece of linen.

He turned her over on her belly. He planted kisses along her spinal cord as he mounted her. He slid his throbbing cock easily into her from behind. He licked her ear and whispered,

"Now you lie down and enjoy."

With those words, he pulled a little and slammed back into her hard and fast. She shrieked with joy.

She tried to match his pumping but quite unsuccesful as she was being pinned to the floor by his body. His head were close to hers, nibbling her ear, whispering lewd suggestions.