1. Scarlet


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Saucymh, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    force to rock both chair and dressing table. The vase wobbled, so did the oil lamp. I feared at any moment it would topple, setting the room ablaze. Suddenly, Sir Henry shuddered and, with an almighty grunt, he ceased his relentless pounding. One last thrust and he was done. Panting, sweating, he withdrew from Miss Scarlet’s quaking body, his penis dripping with a glistening, white secretion. The same viscous goo dripped from Miss Scarlet’s reddened slit and her body, flushed with a rosy hue, quivered uncontrollably. With the most satisfied smile upon her youthful face, she turned to Sir Henry and, for the second time that night, sank to her knees. She licked up every drop of that sticky gloop, lapping hungrily like a dog extracting the marrow from a bone. The act was vulgar, utterly depraved and yet Miss Scarlet looked angelic. Naked, drenched in sweat and devouring semen from a wilting penis, she managed to look like a cherub. How was that possible? Was it her smile, the glint in her eyes, or the hands gently cupping Sir Henry’s penis as she cleaned it? I don’t know exactly what it was, but I think that was the moment I fell in love with Miss Scarlet. “Enough. Stop.” Sir Henry’s command was spoken with affection, but was an order all the same. Lowering her eyes, hands dropping to her sides, Miss Scarlet slowly rose to her feet. Silently, cat-like, she retrieved Sir Henry’s brandy and offered it to him. While he drank, she arranged his trousers, carefully tucking away his ...
    now flaccid penis. No trace of a bulge remained once she’d smoothed down the material. Empty brandy glass replaced on the table, Miss Scarlet proceeded to wipe Sir Henry’s brow, then straighten his cravat. She dusted down his waistcoat with a horsehair brush and, beckoning him to sit before her mirror, combed through his thinning, white hair. She took her time, ensuring that he looked every bit the dapper gentleman. “Twenty minutes. The usual place,” he told her. “Yes, my dear.” “Wear the pink dress. I see you have it ready.” “Yes, I do,” she smiled sweetly. Sir Henry touched her cheek affectionately. “You’re a good girl.” Miss Scarlet fetched his greatcoat, holding it open while he put it on. Then, reaching into his pocket, she extracted his gloves and handed them to him. Next came his hat. She became the devoted dresser and played the part well. A most grateful Sir Henry Brooke kissed his naked mistress on the cheek, and left the room a satisfied man. Miss Scarlet’s broad smile illuminated her face as she snatched up her dressing gown and slid it on. Then, suddenly, she spun on her heels. “You can come out now,” she declared, facing the screen with arms folded. “Come on Anne, I know you’re there.” The blood drained from my face and guilt threatened to choke me. I had never felt so terrible. She knew I was there? No! Terrified to face her, I tiptoed from my hiding place with a heart as heavy as a convict’s on route to the gallows. My hands shook and when I tried to speak, ...
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