Listen to Me: My Lady My Lover

Listen To Me: My Lady, My Lover

The magic, 'word of power,' I discovered when I bought an ancient book entitled 'Majik,' in a charity shop in Inverness, Scotland, really did seem to work. So far it had worked amazingly well on every woman I had tried it with, and I was now 100% convinced that it was the real deal.

Not that I had tried it with every woman I came across. I was very selective in those I spoke the word to, not quite believing that it had any power at all at first. I had decided to only try it with women who I would never have a chance of seducing in the normal course of events. Just to make sure it was really the word that was having the desired effect rather than just me getting lucky for some strange unfathomable reason.

So far I had tried it with four women; my cousin Maisie, an ultra-hardcore feminist lesbian, who was a self-professed man hater, although it has to be said we'd always had some kind of strange affinity, and since I'd seduced her, even more so. Having sex or marrying a cousin is not considered incest, and is not illegal under UK law. Secondly, with the help of the word I corrupted and seduced Mary Jane Rydell, the ultra-religious wife of an evangelical preacher, and then Ellen Smith, a certified genius hailed by many as a female Einstein. I'd like to think I added significantly to Ellen's education over the course of one exciting, sex packed weekend.

Last, but by no means least in the, 'impossible,' list, I somehow managed to seduce the aristocratic Lady Guinevere Hartley-Smythe, a leading figure high up on the food chain of the British aristocracy. Now, given the evidence I had amassed, I finally believed in the efficacy of the magic word, there could be no doubt, and no denying the results.

I lay alone in bed the morning after seducing Lady Guinivere, slowly going over in my mind the events of yesterday afternoon and evening. How I met and seduced Lady Guinivere, or Ginny as she preferred to be called, and how she'd taken me back to her place after that initial sexual frolic in the 18th century, 'temple,' a decorative landscape feature known in the UK as a, 'folly.' The dictionary definition of folly is, 'a lack of good sense, foolishness' or the secondary meaning, which applied here is, 'a costly ornamental building with no practical purpose.'

These, 'follies,' can be found in the grounds of many of Britain's great stately homes. The idea back in the 18

th

century being to make the view from the main house look as much like an ancient Greek or Roman landscape as possible, something like the landscape painting of the 17

th

century French artist, Claude Lorrain. They weren't designed to be lived in, merely to look good, but were often used as summer houses, or as a 'pied a terre,' for meeting a mistress, or whatever. Ironic then that I should seduce my lovely Ginny there, in a building built by her ancestors expressly for that purpose.

The door of my bedroom opened, and Ginny herself looked round the door. Seeing I was awake she stepped into the room closing the door behind her. She came straight to my bedside and looked down on me, with a smile on her beautiful face, a smile worthy of greeting any day and making it better. Unfastening the belt of the silken robe she wore, she revealed herself in all her naked glory to my excited gaze.

'Good morning,' she said breathlessly, obviously excited already, 'I wondered if you needed an early morning wake up call, or if... if you would prefer to sleep a little longer?' Having said it her smile faltered and she began to look a little uncertain, but I reached out my arm, my hand slipping between those slim thighs and found her perfect shaven slit. Straight to the jackpot as her pussy lips peeled apart, her wetness inundating my fingers as they sank into her warmth. She moaned and opened her legs a little wider, standing there, legs trembling as I slowly and sensuously rubbed her pussy and clitoris.

'Mmm,' I murmured teasingly, 'is this wet pussy all for me?' She laughed, a little laugh which turned into a moan as my thumb smeared her wetness over her prominent clitoris. 'I'm not usually one for breakfast in bed, but Ginny my darling, your pussy looks good enough to eat.' She moaned again and her pussy began to thrust back and forth rubbing herself against my fingers, even more excited by my words.

'Why don't you sit astride my face and let me eat my fill of your gorgeous pussy for breakfast?' I suggested. 'I've worked up quite an appetite this morning' I added, pulling her with my other hand onto the bed. She slipped the silken robe off her shoulders and it floated to the floor as she climbed on board, quickly settling herself with a silky smooth thigh either side of my head.

This close I could see every fold of her pussy, every detail, and her wonderful smell permeated and excited my senses. It was a glorious, intoxicating aroma of hot, wet pussy, sexual, primitive, making my cock even harder than it already was. She squirmed around, settling herself over me, bringing her open, pink wetness to bear on my mouth.

'Is.. is this what... you want?' she groaned as I let my tongue trace along every silken, fleshy fold of this superb example of feminine sexuality, tasting her skin, her groin, and then between those gorgeous fleshy pussy lips, tasting her slippery essence, my tongue as deep inside her pink hole as possible, then out and up over her clitoris.

She leaned forward over me resting her arms and taking some of her weight on the ornate headboard. With her pussy grinding gently onto my mouth I looked up, seeing her amazing tits suspended above me and reached round her body to grasp them in my hands, adding another layer to her stimulation. She was enjoying this if her moans and shuddering gasps of pleasure were anything to go by.

Sometimes she would push down quite hard, at other times she slid so lightly over my mouth it was like her pussy was kissing me. I alternated between playing with her boobs and messaging and squeezing her arse cheeks, even slapping her arse lightly from time to time. She didn't react to the slapping in any conclusive way so I surmised that she wasn't into pain, and concentrated my efforts on her pussy.

The great thing about this position is that it's all about her. She gets to call the shots, she is getting off on being in charge, stimulating herself, aided and abetted by you, but knowing just when to apply pressure and when to hold off. I could only use my hands to caress and play with her tits and bottom, and let my tongue and lips do what they could to bring her to orgasm. To tell the truth it seemed to be working just fine as I heard her excitement rising higher and higher, and felt her juices flow ever more liberally.

'Oh my fuck,' she sobbed, 'this... is so good... thank you... oh god yes... thank you... thank... you.' Say what you will about the British upper classes, they can be extraordinarily polite.

'Oh shit... fuck... yes... coming,' she announced loudly, and she slid her pussy faster and faster up and down over my face. My tongue thrashed back and forth, side to side across her clitoris, and she bore down hard, fucking my mouth, my face. She was coming as promised a few seconds ago, and it seemed to go on and on, relentlessly wracking her body with waves of pleasure. She moaned and whimpered, culminating in an even louder series of moans, almost a scream at the peak of her ecstasy, and then she began to gradually slow down, and finally grinding to a halt, her pussy, wet and gaping over my mouth. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes before stirring herself, slowly dismounting and lying beside me, snuggling into my arms.

'That was amazing,' she whispered. 'I've always enjoyed sex, but it's... I've never felt anything like that before... how it is... sex... with you I mean,' she confided. I smiled and thanked her for the compliment. She smiled back, adding, 'you've done something... this is... this sounds... crazy... I've never been... so... so... sexual... so horny.' In response, I slipped my fingers into her saturated little hole, and stirred her honeypot. 'Oh shit... yes,' she gasped.

'On your back m'lady,' I whispered in her delicate little ear, 'I want to make love to you properly now,' and she obligingly turned over and spread her long, shapely legs for my pleasure.

She took my rampantly stiff cock in her hand and led me to the hot pot as I hovered above her, supporting my weight on my elbows. I slid home in one easy stroke, right into her lovely pussy, and tight as it was, her generous, slippery emissions made her impalement frictionless and easy.

'Oh my god... oh fuck yes,' she squealed as I hit bottom, and her pussy thrust up to meet me. 'Oh fuck... I love... your cock,' she gasped as she pulled her arse back and thrust her pussy up hard onto my dick.

'And I love your pretty little pussy too.' I whispered in her ear. 'I love every bit of your hot, wet, and horny little cunt wrapped around my cock. It feels wonderfully slippery and velvety, sucking at my dick. Make me come my darling, make me shoot my spunk into your hot, horny hole, fuck me, milk every last drop of come into your sweet pussy.' With every word seeming to find a target and hitting home in her fevered mind, she grew more and more excited and frantic, her pussy fucking me faster and faster.

'Oh yes my love,' she moaned into my ear, 'fuck me, fuck your hard cock into me... let... oh god... let me... feel your... your...spunk filling... filling... my... oh yes... my... filling my cunt,' she screamed as she came again. Her excitement was contagious and I felt my own orgasm take off, my spunk racing the length of my cock, spurting and pulsing again and again into the depths of her pussy.

'Oh yes... oh my god... I can feel it,' she moaned helplessly as her own orgasm began to fade and die. 'So deep... mmm,' she moaned, her pussy still thrusting, but weakly now, and finally, after a few more pushes, it was over. I lay there a little longer, feeling myself soften and shrink until I pulled out and rolled over to one side where she came into my arms.

'It's still early,' she said quietly. 'I'd love to fall asleep here in your arms. I'd love that... a stay in bed day... with you... but duty calls, and staff talk. I need to go back to my own room... I'm so sorry,' she said apologetically. I kissed her, deeply, and very, very passionately.

'Ginny, I can't think of anything I'd like better,' I told her. 'Being here with you is just... just amazing...

you

are amazing. Thank you for being such a wonderful woman, and an even more delightful lover.' I could have sworn she actually blushed, but she turned away, getting out of bed and bending down, she scooped up her silk robe.

Unfortunately, at that precise moment her pussy decide to get rid of my come, and it spewed out, making a farting, gurgling noise as it did so. She shrieked with embarrassed laughter, and once again I heard her urgent cry for tissues. I looked around and spying a box beside the bed grabbed a handful and gave them to her. I watched her delightful arse as she bent over and dabbed at the juices flowing down the inside of her thighs. Her pussy peeked wetly from between her thighs, seeming to look straight at me, shining and glittering in the early morning light. A picture I'd never forget, I was sure.

'I'm sure you've worked up a decent appetite by now, so if you'd like a proper breakfast rather than the

improper

one you've just had... thank you by the way...' she laughed, and looked at her watch, 'then be downstairs in about twenty minutes... okay?' I assured her I was quite hungry despite the delicious breakfast she'd provided, and something a bit more substantial would be lovely.

'One more thing Ginny,' I said as she was slipping out the door. 'This is a huge house,' she nodded, 'where are the stairs?' and this time she laughed and gave me instructions to find the main staircase and the dining room, and off she went.

She appeared at breakfast a little after me, looking immaculate, a light dusting of make-up, eyeliner, etc. She didn't need much to make her look good. She helped herself to scrambled eggs and toast from the food laid out on the side table and joined me.

'Do you have anything planned for today?' she asked me conversationally. I shrugged my shoulders.

'All I had planned,' I replied, 'was driving from my house to here for the festival this afternoon. I decided not to stay onsite and have to put up with the typical festival campsite, with idiots drinking themselves into a stupor and partying half the night. However, since I stayed overnight,' I added a thank you as an aside, and she smiled, 'here I am with a few hours to kill. Any suggestions?' I said hopefully. She hesitated for a moment, and I quickly assured her that I didn't want to get in her way if she was busy.

'Look Ginny,' I said, keeping my voice low so as not to be overheard by staff or other possible guests, and hoping to sound reasonably intelligent and considerate. 'I know this must be an incredibly busy time for you. You have the normal ongoing affairs of the estate to run, plus deal with any problems that occur during the festival. I don't expect you to change your routine for me, so if you'd rather I just melted off into the distance for a few hours, I can do that, or if you any doubts or second thoughts about, "us," then just tell me. I know it was all a bit sudden and unexpected, what happened yesterday,' I tried to explain, 'but if for any reason, you don't want us to carry on, then I'll go quietly and discreetly.' She looked at me, a half-smile on her lovely face.

'Well, I must say, that's very kind and considerate of you, and I'm most awfully grateful,' she began, 'but if you think you can come into my life and give me the best sex I've ever had, and just disappear leaving me wanting more, you've got another think coming you snotty little oik.' I was delighted, despite the humorous little insulting jibe at the end.

'More?' I asked with a grin.

'Oh fuck, yes please, I'd hate to lose you now that I've just found you,' she assured me, 'but you're right, I have a busy day ahead. If you want to,' she suggested, 'but only if you want to, you can accompany me as I go about my business, and I'll just introduce you as an old friend from university here for the festival. That seems a good enough and vague enough explanation for your continued presence here with me. What do you think?' she finished.

'Sounds good to me,' I agreed, delighted that the lovely Ginny still wanted me around. We finished breakfast, and then went about her business, with the first stop being the stables. Ginny, like most of the upper classes had horses, and the stables, apart from the obvious smell of horse shit looked immaculate.

'Do you ride?' she asked me as she stroked the face of her favourite horse, a big animal I honestly found a little intimidating, but I knew I was reasonably safe, since it was enclosed in a stall.

'Sorry,' I replied, 'we don't have a lot of room for horses where I live. I was born and brought up in the city, but I think they are beautiful animals, and love to see them in the fields when I'm in the country.' She nodded in agreement, 'But I have no experience with them at all,' I confessed. 'Also, I have the city dwellers inbuilt caution about anything that bites at one end, and kicks at the other. Does that sound pathetic? I finished lamely.

'No, I quite understand. I've been very privileged to live in the country and always have horses around me. I've had my own horse since I was five or six years old. Ponies to start with when I was small of course, but then bigger horses, show jumpers as I got older.' Bloody hell she was obviously a very accomplished horsewoman. 'Dressage too,' she explained referring to the very formal equestrian discipline which shows the horseman or woman's amazing skills and control over a highly trained horse. I looked around me, nobody here but us, and so I sidled closer to her and caressed her bottom.

'I'm more interested in, "un-dressage," with you Ginny,' I said quietly and lewdly. She looked around her quickly, then leaned in and kissed me, a warm lingering kiss, and then breaking away quickly she laughed.

'Plus you lied,' she accused me, but complimenting me in virtually I the same breath, 'you, "ride," extremely well,' and then blushing lightly as if surprised by her own words, 'just not horses.'

'I love riding you Ginny,' I whispered in her ear, and now I changed my caress from the back to the front, rubbing just above her pussy through the material of her tight fitting jeans. She closed her eyes for a moment or two, and opened her legs a little wider to give me better access which I took full advantage of. She moaned, obviously loving the sensations she was feeling between those long, beautiful legs of hers.

'Stop... stop,' she finally managed to gasp out. 'Stop, for god's sake... please. I feel so horny around you for some reason, I can't explain it... but I... we... have work to do.' So, reluctantly I stopped fondling her pussy. I knew it would be all mine at some point later today, but as she said, we had work to do, and it had to be done. She couldn't neglect her duties.

After our short visit to the stables, we walked round the corner to the garage, and she climbed aboard an electric Mini Moke, a vehicle ideal for short journeys over rougher terrain, which wasn't much bigger than a golf caddy, but a hell of a lot more robust. We drove down to the, 'temple,' because she wanted to check her orders to lock and secure the doors had been followed. The doors were indeed secure, so from there we drove over to the festival grounds. Again it was a matter of checking to see that everything was going well and there were no problems, either in the camping site or the festival grounds themselves.

Everything seemed to be going well, but she spent some time talking to the festival organisers, the security guys and girls, and various stall holders. There were a lot of stallholders selling all kinds of things, a lot of food stalls, and huge marquee tents acting as temporary pubs. Being early, these weren't open yet, but the food, and coffee stalls were already in full swing. Hungry festival going campers need to be fed.

Finally, she seemed satisfied with everything she had seen and we climbed aboard the Mini Moke, and made out way slowly through the crowds. Slowly, because being an electric car, it was pretty much silent, and she didn't want to injure anyone. Frequent use of the warning horn was needed to clear a path, but at last we turned off the road, and followed a narrow lane back to the house.

'I think maybe an early lunch would be a good idea,' she said, and I agreed with her.

'Have you got anything planned for this afternoon?' I asked her. She shook her head, her long fair hair tied in a pony tail swung back and forth.

'No, I have the afternoon pretty much to myself,' she declared. 'I was thinking I might just have a nap, to catch up on some of the sleep I lost last night. So, it's bed for me. What about you?' she said smiling.

'That sounds like a good idea,' I agreed. 'I'll probably head for

your

bed too, but it seems such a waste to spend all that precious time just sleeping.' She laughed, and we knew we were both reading from the same page. She parked the Mini Moke, and we walked the hundred yards or so to one of the back doors she had mentioned when she first took me home with her the day before.

Later, after a light lunch, we both went our separate ways, me to my room and her to the private apartment she had invited me to visit yesterday.

'Give me half an hour,' she had suggested as we parted in the corridor outside her rooms. 'I have a few things to take care off first, so give me just half an hour to take care of them, and then I'll be free for the rest of the afternoon.' We kissed outside her apartment door, and then we reluctantly parted. It was going to be long half hour I thought.