1. The Earl's Morning Glory

The Earl of Langham’s prick leapt as her tongue flicked out and licked the smooth head. He hurriedly grabbed a handful of her thick blonde hair and pulled it away from her face so he could see her mouth close around him.

Normally, after a night's gambling, Rafe like to shove his meaty cock into his man servant’s tight arse and gain quick release by feeling his sphincter grip his length, but this morning he fancied a change and by luck he had stumbled on his host's curvaceous maid laying the fire. Her blue eyes had widened when he had pulled out his cock. It had been a struggle to get out of his breeches he had been so hard, and when he had finally tugged his huge prick out of the opening of his trousers and stood stroking it for her inspection, she had given a little gasp and her hand had covered her mouth in an exaggerated way that had made him grow even larger.

“That is the biggest cock I have ever seen,” she said in a delightful West Country accent, her cheeks blushing pink.

“Would you like to lick it?” he asked, as he ran his thumb over the swollen head already oozing with a drop of pre cum as she stared.

She didn’t wait for an answer, she just dropped the coal shovel she still held in her hand and shuffled towards him on her knees. He loved these country girls. Cock loving sluts, every one of them.

He stood with his hands on his hips, his prick sticking out of his breeches at a sharp angle as she knelt below him and stared. Her hand came up and one finger uncurled and lightly touched his painfully swollen head. His whole cock bounced and she giggled.

“It is so hard,” she sighed and touched the beed of moisture that leaked from the slit, making him groan.

“That’s enough,” he growled roughly. “Lick me now.”

She opened her red rose bud of a mouth and closed it around the head of his cock, making him jerk with the sudden overwhelming heat. Grabbing her head he pulled her off and gasped, “Just a minute there!” He sank back into the chair behind him and undoing the waistband of his breeches tugged them down slightly to release his aching balls. Then he beckoned her closer and expertly unpinned her hair so it fell in golden sheaves over her shoulders. For a moment he imagined her as a maid in the fields and he as her randy village swain, just desperate to take her virginity after weeks of begging. He ran his finger along her full bottom lip and she sucked it into her mouth making him moan and his prick swell and his balls tighten. He could feel his cum churning. He was just about ready to shoot his load and she had barely touched him.

He guided her head down to his cock and she obligingly licked his full length, making hungry little noises as she wetly laved his shaft with the whole surface of her tongue. The sensation was excruciatingly good, and when she kept going all the way down to his balls he had to squeeze his eyes shut and press his arse cheeks together to stop himself from releasing the cum already starting to rise. As she wetly tongued his balls and sucked them into her mouth he looked down to see his prick rising massive and thick against his belly above her pretty blushing face and he wrapped his fist around it and growled, “Suck it into your mouth now. I want you to swallow all my cum.”

She was good at following orders this one. She immediately wrapped her lips around his weeping head and slipped his full shaft into her hot wet mouth, easing in his vast thickness all the way to the back of her throat. He thrust his hips until he was in further and gripping the back of her head pulled her onto him until he could feel his tip touch the back of her throat. He gave an ecstatic grunt and then slowly pulled out again so she could take a gasping breath. Cum was already leaking out of him and he rubbed it over her lips before thrusting back into her mouth with a deep groan. His fingers grabbed handfuls of her hair as his hips pumped into her, his balls rubbed against her chin, her mouth stretched to capacity around the thick base of his cock. He gave one last rolling surge and his balls leapt and burst and rivers of boiling cum shot up through his cock and down her throat.

“Oh God!” he yelled loudly as he pumped and pumped into her, his cock leaping in her mouth, squeezing out every last drop, his whole body shaking.

When he finally pulled out a drip of thick cum escaped from her mouth and trailed down her chin. Her tongue flicked out and caught it as if it were ice cream and she grinned at him.

He sat in the chair caressing his still hard cock, his brain foggy with sated pleasure as she pinned her hair back in place. Just as she was about to bend down and retrieve the fire making implements he reached out and grabbed her skirts.

“Is your quim wet?” he asked.

“Oh yes sir,” she replied.

He shoved his hand under her skirt and pulling her closer he ripped at her underdrawers finding the convenient opening. She opened her legs to give him better access and he discovered she was right. She was indeed wet. Her lips were sodden with her juices and swollen with arousal. His fingers slipped in easily and he found her bud, huge and distended. She gasped and twitched as he pinched it. “Sir!” she pleaded as he rubbed her, his other hand going round to cup her soft buttocks as her legs started to give way. Then he sank two fingers into her quim which pulsed deliciously and leaked cream that ran onto his hand. “Oh Sir!” she cried desperately.

He was rock hard now, and all he had to do to achieve another, no doubt spectacular release, was drag her onto his cock and pound into her tight cunt. But sometimes he was a fan of anticipation and he was going to make her wait for it.

He pulled his hand out of her wet quim and dramatically licked her juices from his fingers. She stared down at him, her little rose bud mouth open.

“Tomorrow morning,” he slurred. “I will be here again. And if you are a good girl, I might fuck you.”

He stood up and pushed his rigid prick back into his breeches. Doing up the buttons he added, “If you are a really good girl, I will fuck you until I run out of cum.” And with some difficulty, he stalked out of the room.