The Countess
Chapter 18: On Loan

Copyright© 2005 by LaDiva

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18: On Loan - Ah, the British aristocracy! Episodes from the erotic life of a Countess.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Sex Toys   Exhibitionism  

The Earl had business in the House of Lords and had spent the night in town. As he was about to leave his hotel the following morning, a porter came to his room with a letter which he said had arrived by motorbike messenger. The note, on pink scented paper, read:

"Because it is your birthday, and because you are my very favourite visitor, I offer you this gift. You may lend me to three of your fiends. I will entertain them in turn and send you a video of their visits. My only stipulation is that each may only penetrate one orifice and you must nominate this in advance. I shall be in my usual suite at the Ritz at eight."

He considered this for a moment, made a few phone calls, then had reception call for his car.

"Morris, take me to Bond Street, please. I have some shopping to do."


A few minutes after eight, there was a knock on the door of her room at the Ritz. She walked casually to let in her first visitor.

"Good evening. I'm a friend of the Earl. He said you would be expecting me."

"Welcome. I'm very glad to meet you. Please come in."

'A' was dressed in black tie, as if he intended to go on to the theatre, or to supper at his club. When she offered him a drink, he accepted then casually settled on her sofa. She concluded that he was probably no stranger to spending time with expensive and exclusive escorts. She took her own drink and sat opposite him.

"Did the Earl explain the nature of our arrangement?

"Yes, he explained," A told her, smiling.

"In that case, which of the options have you been allocated?"

A smiled again, slid his finger into his mouth, then withdrew it slowly.

"Splendid."

She rose and put down her glass. She was wearing a dress with buttons down the front. She undid two of the buttons, then walked towards A, waiting for him to continue the job. He put down his glass and happily obliged. Working from the top, he slowly unbuttoned her, revealing in stages a silver and black teddy. As he reached the level of her thighs, he began to reveal the lace tops of stockings. Two buttons later and the front panels of the dress fell apart fully to allow him a view of which he clearly approved.

He pulled the dress all the way back and discovered with pleasure that the teddy had open cups, through which her nipples and the tips of her breasts were exposed. He brushed his palms over the nipples, then circled them with his fingers so he could watch them pucker and harden. He stood up and slid his hands up to her shoulders and slipped the dress over her arms, throwing it onto the armchair behind her. He pulled her to him and began to kiss her cheek and down her neck and shoulder. He tried a small kiss on her mouth and finding no resistance he allowed himself to probe deeper. Her tongue responded to his in a long exciting kiss.

She pulled his bow tie undone, then helped him off with his jacket. She went to hang it up carefully, allowing him a long look at the figure hugging teddy, suspenders and stockings. When she returned to him, he was sitting on the sofa again. He drew her close and began to brush her nipples with the end of his tongue. She stood in front of him as he licked and sucked and fondled her exposed breasts for some time. As he did this, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then slid her hands inside to return the attention to his own nipples. When she had flicked and rolled and pulled them, he released her from his mouth so that she could kneel down and use her mouth to pleasure his appreciative nipples. As he lay back enjoying this treatment, he lazily ran his hands over her shoulders and neck, appreciating the soft coolness of her skin. He ran them down the soft fabric of the teddy until he could cup her buttocks in his hands. She sat up and one hand stayed on her backside while the other returned to the softer breast.

She began to unbuckle and unzip his trousers, then gently pulled the covering away to free a now-hard cock. She looked directly into his eyes and smiled, then laid her hand gently on the hot shaft and began to stroke only the skin. She brushed gently all along the shaft, she tickled the hair on his balls, then up the shaft again. She brushed her thumb over the wet tip, then lifted her hand and licked the thumb with a smile. She moved to kneel beside him on the sofa, once again circling the tip of his cock with her thumb, this time sliding it under his skin and gently brushing round the smooth hot head of his cock.

The position she was in allowed his hand to explore her skin as she began to stroke and work his cock while she sucked again on his nipples. He could pull and tweak her nipples which hung down as she leaned forwards. He could reach back and caress the soft flesh of her arse and the top of her thigh above her stockings.

Her hand was now closed around his cock, running up and down with gentle pressure. Changing her position, she had her face very close to his cock now. She turned her face so he could see how close the tip of his cock was to her lips. She blew very gently on the damp head and he gave a little intake of breath.

He brought his hand forwards and ran it down her stomach to cup her pubic mound. Still breathing gently on his cock, she very slightly parted her legs. As she did so, he slid his hand further until he was resting on a very narrow strip of fabric, hot and damp. He rubbed his finger along the strip, feeling her press against him in answer. He felt her lips touch his cock, then a tiny flick of her tongue. He pressed a little harder with his fingers.

She opened her lips and made sure he could see his cock disappear very slowly into her mouth. His finger hooked the strip of fabric and pulled it firmly to one side. He brushed and tickled the soft hair as the hot, wet mouth enveloped his cock.

Her tongue was lapping around the head of his cock, as her hand cupped and rolled his balls. His finger traced the cushioned lips of her pussy then slid along the wet valley between them. She was poking her tongue into his hole and her hand was teasing behind his balls. He fingered her inner lips, but stopped short of pushing them beyond the threshold of one orifice he was not entitled to penetrate.

She moved her head up and down slowly as her finger pressed gently on his anal sphincter. He slid back his wet finger to press on the second forbidden hole.

Her hand closed round the base of his shaft as she began to move him more positively in her mouth. His finger slid firmly forwards along her wet pussy to her clit. He teased it gently for only a second, then increased the pressure and rubbed in an even rhythm. She sucked hard as her hand and head began to move faster.

She was moving against his finger and the pressure was building in his balls. The speed and pressure built until time stopped. For a split second they were still, then he powered into her mouth, coming in spasms into her as she gripped his hand between her spasming thighs.

Once they were able, they dressed quickly and she offered him another drink.

"I would love to stay longer, but I'm afraid I am expected at a party." He hesitated for a moment. "May I see you again?"

She considered for a moment. "I have a very small circle of visitors," she told him, "but perhaps ¡K". She reached for her bag and handed him a card. "Give me a call."

He drew her to him and kissed her, then left.


She straightened the cushions, then went to her bathroom. She showered and dressed. She was applying a dab of Chanel when there was a faint knock on the door. When she first opened it, she thought there was no-one there. She looked round and saw a man standing in the shadows to one side of the door.

"Hello," she said. "Did His Lordship send you?"

The man stepped forward shyly. "Yes, Miss. He said I was to collect something."

'B' was dressed in some sort of uniform, with a cap under his arm. She took him to be a chauffeur.

"That's right. Come in."

She led him into the room, took his cap from him and put it on the sideboard.

"Did the Earl explain what you were to collect?"

"No, Miss. He just said you had something for me at the hotel and I was to see that I came in the front door. That's all I was told, Miss."

She smiled. "Well, let's just say that His Lordship must be very satisfied with your work, because he has asked me to look after you for a little while and - shall we say - make you comfortable."

B looked flustered. "I'm not sure what you mean, Miss."

She walked over to him and began to unbutton his jacket.

"Well, perhaps we should get you out of that tight jacket and I'll explain a little better."

He let her help him out of his uniform jacket, then lead him through to the bedroom.

"Sit down on the bed and slip off your shoes," she prompted him. She watched as he clumsily complied. When he had shed his shoes, he sat up to find her gyrating to the music in the background. She was wearing a short leather skirt, a tight low-neck top and thigh boots. She watched his eyes take in every curve and swelling.

"All you need to know is that I'm what you have come to collect. Now, why don't we get you out of the rest of your clothes?"

She pulled him to his feet, then began to unbutton his shirt. He watched her as she quickly removed his shirt, then began to undo his trousers.

"Relax. This is supposed to give you pleasure. You are shy, aren't you?"

"Well yes, Miss. I've never ¡K"

"You've never been given a gift quite like me before?"

He laughed. "No, Miss. That's for sure."

She helped him step out his trousers and hung them neatly over a chair with his shirt. When she came back she ran her hands over his naked chest, arms and back, all the while talking to him to encourage him to relax.

"I think we'll just get you out of those underpants too," she slid them over his backside and flashed seductive eyes at him as she sank down with them to the floor then rose, running her hands up the front of his legs and round to caress his buttocks.

"Now, why don't you lie down on that bed while I unwrap your present."

He sat against the pillows, obviously very self-conscious about his twitching erection.

She began to sway slowly to the music. She pulled off the tight top, then unzipped the short leather skirt. His erection gave another twitch as he watched her move, dressed now only in a black leather basque and boots which stopped just above her knees. He took in the picture of her and his eyes settled on the thick dark hair which sat under the hem of the basque.

"I see you are admiring the front door."

He looked up at her, raising his eyebrows as he registered what she meant.

"The Earl's instructions were quite specific. He wanted you to come in by the front door."

She came closer to the bed and raised one foot up on the bed base.

"You had better ring the bell."

He hesitated, but she took his hand and drew it up her inner thigh until it came into contact with the soft bush. She left him to find his way rather clumsily through the thicket. He fumbled around until his curiosity and lust led him to the doorway. He felt around the outside of the door and eventually came into contact with the button.

"Ding Dong. I think you found the bell," she told him, moving against his hand and watching his eyes widen.

"That leather thing is very nice," he said, beginning to relax a little.

"I'm glad you like it. Would you like to feel it against your skin?"

He nodded and she swung herself over so that she knelt astride one of his legs. She settled her pussy down onto his leg and slowly slid up until her knee was just against his balls. She leant forwards until the leather came into contact with his chest, then moved it gently around so that the firm basque brushed his nipples. She nibbled at his neck and ears and felt him arch under her. Sensing that his need was now urgent, she slowly sat up and swung her leg across so that she was astride his hips. She sat up and took his cock in her hands. She gave him a couple of gentle strokes, letting his foreskin slide back and forth once or twice, then lowered herself slowly onto him, listening to his moans. She let him enjoy the sensation of being in her, then took his hands and placed them on the cool firm leather of her sides.

She sat quite still, clenching and releasing her vaginal muscles and watching the pleasure on his face. She sensed that he was desperate to move but was not certain if he should. She sat perfectly still for a second or two, then began to rise and fall on him. He pushed up as she fell.

"Reach down and press the bell a bit more. I'm not sure if anyone heard."

He slid down his hand and his thumb found her clit again. He rubbed and pressed as she continued to ride him.

She reached back and caressed his balls, but not for long. She could feel that he would not last much longer. Letting her body have its way, she began to rock backwards and forwards, working her clit against his body. She felt him tense and as his hips rose she ground herself on him and let out a loud shout as she came. She watched his face convulse, then slowly relax. He closed his eyes and she gently climbed off him. By the time he opened them again, she had pulled on a robe and was gathering up her clothes.

"That was wonderful," he whispered. "In the morning I'll believe I only dreamed this."

"I'm glad you enjoyed His Lordship's gift. Rest for a while."

She went quietly into the bathroom and closed the door. By the time she came out, B was fully dressed and was collecting his cap from the sideboard.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I'm not really sure what ¡K"

"That's OK. You can tell the Earl from me that I was happy to take care of you."

"Thank you, Miss. Goodnight, Miss." B shook his head a little, then left.


She straightened the bed, then lit some candles and made ready for his third caller. She sat in an armchair, wondering who he would send next. When the knock came at the door, she was surprised to find one of the hotel porters holding a box.

"A gentleman in reception asked for this to be delivered to you."

She took the box and opened the envelope attached to it. The note asked her to dress in the contents of the box and gave some other instructions for preparations. She carried it through to the bedroom. In front of a long mirror, and for the benefit of the Earl's video tape, she slipped out of the demure white cotton dress she was wearing. She paused to look at the white lace bra and panties, taking a second to run her finger along the open crotch of the pants and through the hair which was still damp from her shower. She slid down the white net stockings slowly, then took off the bra and pants. Pausing once more in front of the mirror, she gave her breasts a gentle caress before opening the box.

She took her time to dress in the clothes she found in the box, checking the effect with the addition of each item. Once she was ready she lifted the phone.

"Will you tell the gentleman who sent up the package that he can come up now."

She unlocked the door, then crossed to the low chair with its back to the door. She bent forward over the chair back, wriggling to get into a comfortable position, then remained waiting like this for what seemed a long time. She heard footsteps along the corridor outside her door. The door opened. Silence. She was aware that the door was open a long time on this scene before it was at last closed. Silence again, then soft footsteps across the floor. A hand settled on her calf and ran slowly up her seamed black leg to the suspender at the top. Fingers touched and slid under the suspender, then brushed the flesh of her thigh. The hand continued to move up to her naked buttocks, slowly moving over the smooth flesh, then down the central crease, stopping just short of the third orifice.

"Very nice," said a quiet voice. "The Earl told me he had a nice arse for me and he wasn't lying. This is a very nice arse."

 
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