If you've read any of my previous stories in this, 'The Craftsman' series, you'll know very well my background, and how I came to be a worker in leather making made to measure leather 'garments' for the Fetish/BDSM community. It wasn't something I set out to do, just an opportunity that fell into my lap, and quite a few things have been, 'falling into my lap' in a more pleasurable sense as a consequence. It has led me to a wide variety of erotic adventures, not the least of which was my most recent adventure with one of my favourite clients, the one I fondly call 'Lady Elizabeth.'
The gorgeous Lady Elizabeth had very generously invited me for a weekend house party at her stately home, while her husband was absent on business in the middle east somewhere. I had spent a lovely time fucking her and one of her best friends, Theresa, during the course of Friday evening, Saturday and finally Sunday morning before the party had broken up in mid-morning. We'd even managed an unexpected threesome late on Saturday night into the early hours of Sunday. Funnily enough, for such sexually aware women, neither of them had done anything like it before, but now that they had become lovers it was obvious that they would continue whenever possible with their bi-sexual adventures. I was delighted to be the catalyst for their all too willing awakening. Finally after a few short hours sleep, I'd left them both wet, horny and happy from our quick and frantic lovemaking just after breakfast. We'd said our public goodbyes on the sweeping front steps of her palatial, stately home, all very prim and proper so as not to arouse the suspicions of the other guests.
Driving home I speculated that lady Elizabeth would probably be in my shop tomorrow morning, first thing, looking for some more fun, and I'd be delighted to oblige. In the meantime, I had a few projects in hand to finish, and I thought I might as well get on with it, Sunday afternoon or not. I'd had a lot of fun that weekend, but that was in the past now, so after lunchtime, I was back in my workshop making up for lost time.
I worked away into the early evening, then had a short break to get something to eat, and got straight back to work. I reckoned I'd work on until about 8pm, then call it a night. Although it had been a wonderful weekend, it could hardly be described as 'restful" with me servicing two sexually avaricious women all weekend. Memorable, yes, restful no!
About 7pm, the shop doorbell rang, and although the shop was generally 'closed' on Sundays, curiosity as always got the better of me, and so I opened the door to see who it was, and what they wanted so urgently that they had to ring the doorbell on a Sunday. One look was enough to tell me the whole story, and I smiled a welcome to her as I opened the door wider. She needed no further invitation, and as I locked the door behind us as she made her by now familiar way into the back room.
'Is there something I can do for you, your Ladyship?' I asked slyly. She looked at me, blushing furiously, but saying nothing. I loved it when she did her 'embarrassed by her own horniness' thing. 'I thought you'd be here to see me tomorrow morning at the earliest. I didn't realise you were such a complete slut,' I said, insulting her, knowing it would only make her all the more eager, 'but I supposes your dirty little cunt needs serviced again, does it?' She nodded and then shuddered as I spoke, her breathing out of control, obviously a powerful need had her in its throes.
'Please,' she said, so quietly it was almost a whisper, and my growing fondness for her made me go to her, no more thought of teasing her for now. I kissed her perfect mouth gently, and unbuttoned her coat, undressing her. Silk blouse next, no bra, then skirt, no panties. She stood, trembling, naked, legs apart, offering me her horny little treasure. I took it most gratefully, and it really was a treasure. Sitting her on the edge of the table, I spread her legs, revealing her shaven pussy. She was unbelievably wet, the insides of her thighs shiny in the light with her juices, her pussy, open and glittering. She needed no foreplay; it was all too obvious that she was ready, and ready now! Within seconds I was in past her labia and on into her depths until my balls were resting against her wet bum. I didn't move, just stood there, immersed in her wetness, arms enfolding her, holding her tight. She said, 'Thank you,' and then, 'don't move yet, just let me feel you deep inside.' I did as she asked, judging this was a moment for tenderness rather than fucking. She was so nice to hold, and I was happy to comply with her request, so I kissed her tenderly once more, feeling her arousal ratchetting up higher.
