2. The Earl's Second Coming

The Earl of Langham sat in a chair lazily watching his host’s maid laying the fire. There was a spectacular view of dawn just breaking over rolling hills through the window, but he preferred the view of the maid’s tiny waist and big arse sticking up in the air as she knelt down on all fours to rake out the ashes.

He stretched his long legs in front of him and unhurriedly pulled at the buttons on his crotch to release his hard cock. It sprung out eagerly, thick and engorged and already weeping pre cum from its slippery head. He had been half hard all night, stroking himself under the card table, at one point, slipping his hand in his breeches and thumbing his knob, so fucking desperate for it he had a hard time concentrating on his game. It would have been easy enough to sneak off into the gardens and whack one out, maybe shoot his load into a rosebush. It was not the first time he had felt the need to do that in order to sharpen his mind. In fact, the way some of the ladies had been looking at him tonight it probably would have been perfectly possible to take one of them off to the conservatory, and shoot his churning cum into one of their well bred quims. That shapely widow, Mrs Rawlings was particularly keen. But no, since this morning he had been looking forward to stroking the maid’s common little pussy. There was something about her rosy cheeks and thick blonde hair and West Country accent that made him harder than hard. He wanted a country cunt, he thought to himself and laughed.

The maid looked round and saw he had his huge cock in his fist. Her eyes widened in the gratifying way they had done the previous morning, and this time she actually licked her lips.

“You finish the fire while I stroke my cock,” he said.

She went back to work but she arched her back a little and swayed her hips, making his mouth water as he fantasised about how and where he was going to ram it. Surely she was no virgin? God, he hoped not. Virgins were well and good when you were up for a challenge but this morning he needed a quick and willing fuck. And would she let him roger her up the arse? That would be a capital way to start the day. He loved the tight fit of an unpracticed sphincter more than anything.

She had a fire roaring in no time and was standing grinning at him, her pert tits bouncing above her corset. How the man servants got any work done with her around, he had no idea, their pricks must be permanently at attention. She had such a naughty look on her face, he wanted to shove his hungry phallus up her immediately and with no preamble.

“Come here,” he growled, and the minute she was in grabbing distance he reached up and pulled her bodice down revealing deliciously pink nipples, the areolas obscenely large and distended. His mouth immediately closed round one, sucking and biting and tonguing it like a man who hadn’t eaten in days. She writhed in his hands and pressed his head closer to her and made very unladylike suggestions as he sucked on her, his cock weeping with desperation.

Then suddenly he tore his mouth from her glorious tits and grabbing her by the waist spun her around and said, “Bend over,” whilst at the same time pushing her head downwards. He grabbed her skirts and threw them over her head to reveal a buck naked peachy round arse. She had not worn under garments this morning. What a good girl!

“You are a very very good girl,” he murmured in a rough voice. “And do you know what good girls get?”

She did not answer, instead she eagerly opened her legs to reveal the hairy succulent opening of her delicious quim. He growled deep in his throat, and quickly taking his huge cock in his fist he rubbed it against her slippery opening, so their juices mingled.

“Good girls get fucked,” he said, so far gone now, he could barely speak. “They get fucked hard.” And then with a single furious thrust of his hips he drove his cock into her, watching every inch of it sinking into her tight entrance until he was balls deep, and she cried out, with pain or pleasure he hardly cared. All he cared about was the wet heat wrapped round his shaft and the slap of his tight balls against her fleshy lips. His cock was so thick he was stretching her wide and he pulled her arse cheeks apart to see, as he eased out and rammed back into her. It was a fantastic sight, that had his cum beginning to shoot up his cock already but he just about managed to hold it back in time to reach forward and flick at her little nubbin with his two fingers. She shrieked to wake the dead and as he felt her quim start to squeeze around him in a vice like grip, he hammered into her with abandon, once, twice, three times, until with a high pitched wail she came round his cock and his own cum shot out of him so violently he filled her to the brim so when he pulled out, thick wads of it spilled out of her and ran down her legs, and when he gave his cock a last squeeze, cum still leaked out of him as if he had a never ending supply.

And he still wanted to fuck her in the arse, so he used some of the cum to lubricate his finger and toy with her tight rim as she stood on trembling legs.

“Has anyone ever had you here?” he asked, not giving her time to come round. He did not even bother waiting for a reply, he just bent down and ran his tongue around the puckered rim, smiling as she gave a shocked gasp. The taste of his own cum was an interesting experience, he thought, as he flicked his tongue around her tight opening and pressed it inside. His fingers trailed through her slippery, cum drenched lips as his tongue pressed into her arse and from the little sighs and gasps above he suspected she was enjoying it, so he drew away and sat back in the chair and pulling her on top of him, pressed his cock against her hole. “If we take this nice and slow, it will be worth it. You’ll see.” The head of his prick nudged her tight sphincter and he was fully hard again he was so excited. He pushed his cock upwards, as he grabbed her waist and pulled her downwards and he felt the head breach the tight muscles with a delicious pop. “Oh yes,” he groaned. “That’s it. Take me. Take all of me inside you." From the lack of protest he had a feeling she had done this before and especially when once he had breached her, she just sank down onto him so he was fully inside her hot tight anus and he closed his eyes and shook with the ecstasy of it. “Fucking hell,” he said. Profanity being absolutely necessary at that moment. He grabbed hold of her waist and gripped her tight, dragging her up and down his aching screaming cock until the friction made him boil over and burst again in raging torrents of cum, this time shooting into her bowels.

He sent her back to the downstairs world with his cum oozing out of both of her orifices and dripping down her legs, and he would be left with that image for a long time to come.