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Authors: Amelia Wren
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After
a minute or so, George said, “I’ve got to adjust things a bit, Elsa. I’m afraid
this position is a bit hard on my knees.”
“Oh,
dear,” I said, looking down.
Indeed,
it seemed that George was having to maintain a sort of squat position as it
were.
“Yes,
of course,” I said. “Make whatever changes you deem necessary.”
He
grinned, and with that, he lifted me up by the waist and carried me over to one
of the sofas whilst the two of us were still attached by our nether regions. George
deposited me on the back of one of the sofas.
“Hold
on tight,” he said.
Dutifully,
I gripped the back of the sofa with both hands whilst he carried on plunging
inside of me. Being slightly elevated with my feet dangling off the back of the
sofa was just as novel a sensation as it was to be standing on the ground. Who
ever would have known that marital relations—all right, very well,
relations
—could occur anywhere and
not in a bed, exclusively?
I
had barely become accustomed to the thrill of enjoying relations whilst
dangling off the back of the sofa before George wrapped his hands around my
waist and picked me up again.
Whatever
now?
I
gazed into his handsome face. His eyes were so deliciously, delightfully dark
that the sight of them derailed my thought process for a moment or two.
By
the time I regained my senses, George had carried me over to a chair and had
taken a seat with me on his lap.
What
in Heaven’s name was going on?
“If
you would be so good as to draw your knees to your chest,” he said.
Without
a moment’s hesitation, I did as he requested. And then George reached out to
circle me with his arms. I couldn’t possibly explain how he managed to
accomplish such a thing, but he proceeded to spin me round on his lap until I
was facing away from him. And he did so as his manhood was firmly wedged into
my nether regions.
I
gasped with delight and wonder. What a strange and exciting sensation it was
for him to spin around whilst still inside of me.
I
barely had a moment to absorb
that
experience when George got to his feet with grunt, the two of us still
attached. He walked over to the coffee table and knelt down, carefully
depositing me on the surface of the polished mahogany.
“Elsa,
if you would be so good as to get down on your hands and knees…”
On
my hands and knees! My initial thought was to remind George that I was a lady,
not a dog, but I must admit that I was curious to see what he might have in
mind. Never in my life had I been in a more curious state—kneeling on the
coffee table in the drawing room, naked as a jaybird and let us not forget, I
also had George’s manhood wedged firmly inside of me.
And
so after a moment’s hesitation, I rose up on my knees and leaned down on the
palm of my hands so that I was facing the tabletop.
“I
daresay you’ll enjoy this,” George said.
Was
he ever right about that!
I
can’t possibly say why, but when he started plunging in and out of me, it
seemed that he was able to go deeper in, ever deeper. I moaned with abandon as
his manhood reached places I never even knew existed. I had no idea my tunnel
stretched so far inside of me!
After
a series of slow, sensual movement, George sped things up, gradually at first,
but before long, he was thrusting in and out of me at a breakneck speed. My
dangling bosoms swung like pendulums possessed and my arms and legs shook with
quivers of delight coupled with the force of George’s thrusts.
Squeezing
my eyes closed, I cried out, “Oh, God!” as the pleasure roared through my body
like a raging inferno. It was the most intense, most wonderful sensation I had
ever experienced in my entire life.
And
all of a sudden, it was as if a dam had burst. George’s essence shot forth from
his manhood like a cannonball to coat my inner walls. He continued to thrust
until I felt my body absorb the warmth, and then he slowed and ultimately
halted.
Ever
so gently, he pulled his manhood out of me, and once we were separated, he
placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me round. I gazed up at him in a
daze, scarcely able to believe what just happened.
What
does one say in such a situation?
It
was on the very tip of my tongue to say, “That was lovely, George,” but I was
fairly certain that would sound rather odd right at that moment.
George
smiled. He knelt down and gave me the sweetest kiss on the lips. Brushing a
stray lock of hair behind my ear, he said, “You are a ripping girl, Elsa
Hollingsworth.”
I
couldn’t help but smile.
“I’d
love to stay, but I’m afraid I must be getting back,” he said.
My
lips parted in surprise. No more than a quarter of an hour must have passed
since I first caught sight of George standing on the other side of the French
doors.
“Surely
you can’t be serious,” I said.
“I’m
afraid so,” he said. “From what I understand, our stable master tends to check
on the horses right about midnight, and if he finds Raven missing, there will
be questions. I don’t fancy explaining to my father where I’ve gone off to in
the middle of the night on a whim.”
I
shrugged. That was certainly understandable. At the same time, I couldn’t bear
the thought that such an extraordinary experience should be so cruelly short
lived. For heaven’s sake, I didn’t even get the chance to see him in the nude!
“Don’t
look so crestfallen, my darling,” George said, taking my hand and kissing the
back of it. “If it pleases you, I would love nothing more than to return another
time. I’m sure I could come up with a convincing story that would explain my
absence.”
“Oh,
would you?” I asked, feeling ever so much brighter.
“Of
course.”
He
laughed and leaned in for another kiss, a long, lingering kiss that made my
entire body zing.
“I
shall call upon you again sometime in the next few following days. Until then,
my darling Elsa,” he said before stepping back.
I
watched as he fastened the opening of his trousers and buckled his belt. How
very amusing it was that George hadn’t even bothered to remove his jacket,
whilst I hadn’t a stitch of clothing on!
“Sleep
well, darling girl,” he said, leaning down to give me one last lingering kiss
before turning away, crossing the room and departing the same way he came in.
I
sat there, staring at the French doors, blinking in astonishment. A part of me
wondered if I had in fact dreamt up the entire encounter in my mind. However,
the fact that my nether regions felt as if they’d been stretched beyond their
limits made the encounter a reality.
I
leaned back on the mahogany coffee table and closed my eyes, savoring the
feeling of bliss currently coursing through my veins. It would seem that I now
had a lover, and I quite liked the idea of that. I had a feeling that there
were many, many explosions of pleasure yet to come.
Thanks for reading! If you
enjoyed
Lady Elsa Takes a Lover
, be
sure to check out my other erotic shorts as well as my three erotic romance
novels, specializing in domestic discipline.
Links to Novels on Amazon:
Links to Erotic Short Stories on
Amazon:
Teaching the Governess, Lesson 1: The
Eagle
Teaching the Governess, Lesson 2: The
Star
Teaching the Governess, Lesson 3: The
Spider
Teaching the Governess, Lesson 4: The
Lotus Blossom
Miss Rafferty’s Punishment for
Disobedient Girls
Miss Rafferty Punishes the Insolent
Servants
Copyright 2015 by Amelia Wren
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