Longvales Trollop
written by:
moodcouple

When Marcus Fairburn, the Earl of Longvale, summoned his wife Lucinda to serve tea for him in the library she put aside the needlepoint she was working on and bade Mrs. Christy to bring in the refreshments. As the tea was steeping and they nibbled on currant biscuits the Earl took the opportunity to consider his Lady. Once more he congratulated himself on the choice he had made seven years earlier. It had come down to Lucinda and Alexander Bustler's daughter Felicity. At seventeen, Felicity had just come out and, while comely to look at and well bred, tended to frown when one tried to converse with her. Nevertheless her family boasted a distinctive lineage and a firm standing in society. On the other hand, at one-and-twenty years of age, Lucinda had been completing her third season in the Ton, Victorian London's highest social strata.

Despite Felicity's advantages, Marcus had chosen Lucinda to be his countess. She was pleasant enough in looks and could carry on a decent conversation - for a female. She brought to the marriage a respectable dowry and an intact maidenhead, the two requirements a gentleman expected to have met. What had since endeared her to him most was the ease with which she had given up the latter. In fact she had enthusiastically participated in the making of his heir and then a second son and a daughter. He had heard from Angletharp that once he had married Felicity she only grudgingly fulfilled her wifely duties, and shunned them entirely after producing the requisite son to inherit the title. Of course Angletharp was over sixty and had an unfortunate proclivity to flatulence.

Although hidden by the many layers of clothing a lady was obliged to wear, Marcus could always picture his wife's body. He alone knew that when freed, her large breasts rose proudly with sensitive nipples that stood out when kissed and caressed. Indeed, just thinking about them and how they felt when he put his hands or his lips on them could start his own arousal. Her hips were broad and her thighs strong when she wrapped them around him. The intricate hairstyle she wore at tea was designed to be fashionable, not attractive, softening the impact of her raven tresses. Longvale preferred seeing her hair undone and spread out across the pillow, as it often was when he mounted her.

Lucinda also took the time to consider her Earl. When they had become betrothed she'd had her doubts about her chances of future happiness. Longvale had been over forty at the time they were wed and his affairs had been the talk of the Ton. Even so, her mother had narrowed her matrimonial choices down to his lordship and the industrialist Harold Leverage. Mr. Leverage had amassed a fortune in the shipping industry and could provide financial security to their family for at least another generation. The fact that he was older than her father and possessed the temperament of a hyena with a toothache counted for nothing. Marriage of a daughter was an investment in the future, not a match of mutually attracted partners. Lucinda considered herself fortunate that her parents had opted for the title rather than the fortune. The Earl was a compatible husband and he had proven easy enough to converse with - for a man.

Especially important to Lady Longvale was how his Lordship had initiated her into womanhood. Before her marriage she had believed carnal relations were simply for the purpose of procreation, which was how her tutor had explained it. She had approached their wedding bed that first night with trepidation. The thought that she was to give up what had been her most guarded treasure to a man she hardly knew terrified her. When it was done she could only lay there thinking that, with all that she had been told, why had not anyone thought to mention that it could be so enjoyable. Just recalling the things they had done, that night and many nights afterward, was enough to inspire a pleasant glow to her cheeks - and a dampness down below.

As she poured his tea Lucinda could not help letting her eyes slide over Longvale's body. Although dressed in a silk shirt and a waistcoat, his cravat neatly tied, she pictured in her mind the curly hair on his chest, curls that tapered downward to that exclusively male muscle that could please her so thoroughly. She suspected that, even as they took their repast, his Lordship was somewhat aroused. In her experience he usually was. That thought warmed her in places that only the earl would appreciate.

Sipping her drink, Lady Longvale gave his lordship a blandly amicable look and said, "Is it not about time, my lord, that you should spend a few days at the house in Sutton?"

Longvale seemed to consider this a moment, then replied, "Yes, that sounds a good idea. I believe I shall do so." Hesitating a beat to observe his lady's satisfied nod, he then added, "Thursday next would be a good time to go. Thank you for the suggestion."

Later Lucinda told her maid, "Longvale will be traveling to Sutton in six days time. Please send word to the staff there to make the usual preparations."

"Yes m'lady. And how long will he be there ma'am?"

"About three days. Long enough for a good romp with his little trollop," her Ladyship said, not bothering to conceal her sly grin.

* * * * *

Longvale arrived at the house in Sutton in early afternoon. He let himself into the mansion, knowing that the local staff would have vacated the premises. He didn't bother to check the larder as he knew sufficient provisions would be available to tide him through his stay. Instead, after seeing to his mount, he went directly to the master suite. Upon entering the drawing room he stopped and smiled with anticipation. Forgoing a curtsy, his mistress simply stood before him with her eyes lowered. Her body was more than hinted at by the diaphanous gown she was wearing. He could see the darkness of her areolas as well as the patch of auburn curls at the junction of her legs. Her fiery hair was unbound and draped over her shoulders, hanging nearly to her waist. He stood still, taking in her beauty.

The woman sensed her lover ravishing her body with his eyes. Her nipples were swelling under his gaze and she was getting damp in anticipation of the pleasures they were about to share. Finally she spoke.

"Welcome my lord. All is ready for you."

"Good," he said, the desire he felt making his voice sound more brusque than usual. "I am tired and a bit tense from my travails in the City."

"With your permission my lord, I would help ease your stress."

"Please do so," he said.

The woman looked up for the first time, making promises with her eyes. She stepped forward and opened his shirt. As he let it drop behind him she fingered the matted hair on his chest, then leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue over each of his nipples, teasing the hard nubs. She could taste the masculine saltiness of his dried sweat and found it exhilarating. Wanting more, she licked up his breast bone until her tongue was flicking the base of his throat. She slipped her fingers into his waistband and used that as leverage as she lowered herself to her knees. Running her hands down his thighs she touched the growing bulge there. "Yes, I can feel the tension in you," she said as she stroked his hardness.

Quickly she opened his breeches. When she pulled them down his eager shaft sprang up, nearly striking her on the chin. Glancing at it she smiled, then grasped the thick rod in both her hands. It felt as if she were holding a live animal in her hands, an animal with it's own compulsions. The aroma of masculine desire, with a lingering tinge from the horse that had brought him to her, filled her nostrils. Far from unpleasant, the mixed scents coming from the man further excited her, increasing her resolve to please him. Looking up to his eyes the woman asked, "May I?"

"Proceed," was his only answer he could give, and the only one she expected. She bent forward, smiling as the organ filled her mouth. As always, the touch of her lips sent waves of pleasure and desire through him. Marcus bit his lip to keep from crying out as the woman explored the shape and texture of him with her tongue. Bobbing her head, she used gentle suction on the male flesh in her mouth. She slid one hand between his legs to grasp the soft stones hanging there, massaging them with her fingers. They felt heavy with their promised load. She wanted it - wanted what only this man could feed her. She tightened her lips to caress his Lordship's sensitive flesh, knowing she would soon get the reward she craved from those stones.

Marcus made no effort to hold back and soon she felt his testicles pull upward. With a groan, he succumbed to the woman's efforts, pulsing his seed into her mouth. Both salty and sweet, the fluid slid across her tongue as she swallowed his offering, allowing only a small portion of it to dribble out the corners of her lips. She shivered as the result of his passion filled her belly, becoming a part of her.

When he had finished throbbing she pulled him from her mouth and planted wet kisses around the tip of his softening tool. As she had anticipated, it excited Longvale to see smears of his emissions glistening on her chin. "Well done," he said.

"Thank you, my lord," she said with a proud smile. He pondered whether she was thanking him for the compliment or for what he had given her to feast upon. In truth she felt thankful for them both.

"A bath has been prepared for you," the woman told him as she arose. "If you so desire, my lord," she added quickly.

"I do," he said, following her into the next room where he found a large, sunken pool filled with steaming water. As he finished undressing she added aromatic oils to the water, then helped him walk down into the pool and sit on the bench against the side. Without removing her shift, the woman followed her master into the water, the cloth covering her became transparent as it got wet, clinging to her body. Standing in front of him, she dipped a soft cloth in the water and gently scrubbed him. As she did so he opened her gown and pulled it off, then let his hands explore her voluptuous body. He teased her nipples until they were standing out enticingly. Bending forward she brushed them against his lips, sighing as he sucked on one and then the other. This position also allowed her to reach down between his legs. She was pleased to feel him growing firm again as he suckled on her throbbing points.

After a moment Marcus pushed her away, saying, "My neck and shoulders are still tight. I would that you massage them."

"Certainly." She slipped out of the pool and moved behind the nude man, then sat down with her legs outside his arms. Taking some of the warm oil, she began kneading the taut muscles of his shoulders. As he felt the knots relaxing Marcus put his hands on hers and moved them down onto his chest. Intuiting what he desired, she slid her hands over his belly to his thighs and softly stroked the muscle she found there.

Longvale leaned his head back, feeling her pubic curls against the nape of his neck. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the smell of womanly arousal emanating from between his lover's legs. Disengaging himself from her hands, he turned, his face directly in front of the swollen mound. He glanced quickly upward, seeing the desire in her eyes, then his attention turned back to the delicacy being offered to him. "Oh my lord," the woman sighed as he ran his tongue up her damp slit. "Oh yes, if you please my lord." She watched as he teased the sensitive knob just above her opening, wondering that an earl of the realm could be kneeling before her, worshiping at the altar of her femininity.

The Earl savored the moisture that he coaxed from his mistress. The smell and taste of her sex was exciting his senses. She put her hands on the sides of his head, urging him to press his open mouth against her. He used his fingers to hold open her outer lips as he kissed and probed at her core. Leaning back she opened herself up for him to explore and enjoy. Longvale's thumb found her knob of of desire and rubbed it as his tongue worked its way between her inner lips. The muscles of her thighs tightened and he could see that her eyes were squeezed shut, her face contorted with the animal need he was eliciting from her. He crooked two fingers deeply into her canal and with a cry she succumbed to his ministrations, her body shaking as it came apart.

When the woman began to relax from her first release, Marcus stood between her legs. She laid back on her elbows, looking him directly in the eye. She could feel the head of his revived manhood pressing against her opening and she wanted him inside her, inside her body. "Take me. Your mistress is here to share your pleasure."

Her opening was wet and slippery from his oral ministrations and he easily slid his masculine sword into her feminine sheath. With a teasing smile she tightened that sheath around him like a warm glove. Slowly he began moving his hips, thrusting deep into the velvety tunnel. She bounced her lower torso as best she could, further stimulating them both. Suddenly he could stand it no more. He grasped her hips and pulled her tight against him, thrusting himself as deeply into her as he could go. With a grunt he began to spasm and the woman felt his warm fluid as he emptied himself into her. Unexpectedly another climax overcame her and they both cried out, sharing the moment of passionate abandon.

Marcus let his shrinking organ slip out of her and they both looked down to watch the remnants of their passion ooze from her vaginal opening, forming pearly droplets in the warm water. He pressed forward again and, too soft to push into her, nestled his limp shaft lengthwise against her cleft. She smiled to herself as she held him close, savoring the afterglow of their coupling. "Are you hungry, sir?" she asked, hoping that some food would revive him.

"Yes, I believe I am," he responded, moving back to sit again.

"Let me fetch you something to eat." She stood, and he was pleased to see her body shining in the soft light from the candles. Marcus watched the woman's shapely bottom bounce and jiggle as she walked naked out of the room.

When she returned he was still sitting in the water. She placed bowls of fruit and cheese on the edge of the pool, then fetched him a large glass of ale. As he sipped the frothy brew she got back into the water and sat on his lap. With one hand she fed him tidbits and he shared his ale with her. As she squirmed on his thighs she felt his manhood against her buttocks beginning to regain its vigor. Soon his hand became active under the water, his fingers lightly running over her thighs and the opening between them. She shifted slightly, allowing him to touch her female parts more freely. As he did so she took some soft cheese and smeared it around her nipples, urging him to lick and suck it off the hard points of the milky white mounds that pushed out in front of her body. Reaching down herself she found he was reviving nicely and she stroked him until he was near fully erect. "More?" she asked, both of them knowing she was not asking about the foodstuffs.

"Indeed, more," he responded.

She rose and faced away from the Earl, bending over the side of the pool, exposing her sex to the man. She moved her legs slightly apart, giving him an ever clearer view of what she was offering, indeed urging him to partake of. Marcus reached out and ran his fingers over her nether lips, then stood and held his erection against her opening. He put his hands around the hips and drew her backward onto his organ. When her buttocks were pressed against his thighs he thrust his own hips forward to bury himself deeper in the woman.

Still holding her against him, Marcus stepped backward pulling her with him. He sat back down on the bench and she arranged her legs so that she was sitting astride, impaled on his manhood. As she moved, the warm water dissipated her natural lubricant, increasing the friction and increasing the stimulation for both of them. Marcus reached up and grasped the woman's breasts from behind roughly rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She arched her back and slid one hand down between her legs, placing her fingertips around the base of his shaft where it entered her. In this manner she was also able to stimulate her own clitoral knob. She luxuriated in the pure wanton pleasure of caressing herself with her hand while she pleasured his lordship with her body. Appreciating her actions, his lordship moved his hips about, allowing both to get the full effect of their joining.

Her climax began first and he felt her tighten around him as she cried out. Still pleasuring her own sex she began rising and then falling back so as to milk him with her channel. Soon her efforts were rewarded when she felt him again spill his seed into her womb.

When their passion was at last spent, she collapsed back against her lover as his manhood shrank from her vaginal grasp. Finally with an effort she swiveled around and collapsed into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, holding one another as they revived. Eventually she stood and held out her hand to him. He stood and gently kissed her lips. "I believe I need to sleep now."

"Certainly my lord. All is prepared."

Once they had dried themselves, she led his Lordship into the adjoining sleeping chamber where his bed was waiting, made up with fresh linen and a soft comforter. Without bothering to don nightclothes, he lay down and let his mistress spread the coverlet over him. "Sleep well, my lord," she whispered. "I will be here for you when you awaken." Then she turned out the lamps and quietly left the room. Exhausted by his trip, and even more so by the activities that had occupied him since his arrival, The Earl fell almost immediately into a deep slumber.

* * * * *

When Longvale awoke it was still dark. The lamps were lit but turned down, filling the room with dim shadows. He realized that what had awakened him was the fact that he was cold - his naked body no longer covered. The second thing he realized was that he couldn't move his arms, his wrists being secured to the bedposts with silken scarves as were his ankles. Drowsily he wondered why he was laying so blatantly exposed on the bed. As he struggled against his restraints a figure walked into view.

"So, my captive is awake. Let me turn up the lamps so you may see who has ensnared you." When the light became brighter the figure turned and stood silently, holding a riding crop in one hand.

Though dressed in breeches, Longvale could tell that the one who stood before him was a female. The silk blouse was filled with what could only be an ample bosom and the pants clung so closely that a man's attribute would have been clearly outlined. Instead what was outlined was a feminine mound. In fact, the cloth was pulled tightly enough that the Earl could discern the lips where her legs joined. Her red hair hung casually across one shoulder in a single braid. "Who are you?" the Earl managed to stammer.

"I am the bandit who has taken you for my own. You may call me Captain Diabla."

"What do you want, Diabla, and why am I trussed in this fashion?"

"I want your treasure. I have tied you thus to make it easier to steal it from you. You are mine now, and I will get what I want from you." The bandit walked closer to the bed and placed the end of the crop on Longvale's knee. "I know that you have a secret store of jewels, and tonight they will be mine." Slowly she slid the end of the whip up his thigh. "I see that you are sporting a weapon." With that she slid the end of the crop under the soft rod laying against his leg. "But your gun appears unloaded," she said as she flipped the limp organ upward, pressing it against his belly. "Too bad."

Reaching between his thighs with her other hand she said, "And what have we here in this little sack? I believe I have found the jewels I would seek. Did you hope to hide them from your Captain?"

Longvale opened his mouth but the only sound that came out was a soft groan as she weighed his testicles in her fingers. "Ah yes," she said as she noted his discomfort, "Jewels most precious to you. And now I will have them," she added as she squeezed them lightly.

"But first," She released her new-found treasures and stepped back. "First I would show you what I have hidden. "Mayhaps you would seek treasures also." As she unbuttoned her blouse she said, "Some of my treasures are in these mountains." As she said that she dropped her blouse to the floor and grasped the sides of her impressive breasts, pushing them together until the tips swelled. "Explore them at your peril," she said as she leaned forward, rubbing those tips across her captive's face. "Oh no," she said as Longvale vainly tried to capture one with his lips. "You cannot scale them yet." Stepping back she began unlacing her breeches. "I have another treasure hidden in a secret cavern." With that she pulled the garment down and stepped out of it. Standing with her legs apart, she rubbed her mound, using her fingers to hold her labia apart. "Perhaps you should commence your search here."

Longvale could not take his eyes from the feminine display in front of him as Captain Diabla moved to climb onto the bed. She situated herself with her knees on either side of his head. "Search it now, my captive. And search well." With that she lowered her torso until her feminine lips were resting against his mouth. Inhaling the aroma of feral lust, the Earl extended his tongue and forced it into the woman holding him captive beneath her. She was wet and warm and he could taste the nectar of her body.

"Yes," she nearly gasped. "That is how you can serve me. Explore me with your tongue and claim the treasure you find inside." Diabla leaned forward, taking her weight on her arms as she rubbed herself hard against his mouth, pleasuring herself on his lips and tongue. Somehow one of his hands had come free - had Diabla untied it? Instead of using that hand to attempt escape, Longvale moved it to force two fingers into his tormenter. "That is right, my captive. Explore Diabla's cavern and seek what is there for you." She pumped her hips against his face. He could feel and taste the wetness seeping from her.

Leaning back once more she arched her back and cried out in release. Longvale lapped at the emissions flowing from her, delighting in the pungent taste of her climax.

As she calmed, Diabla stated, "Perhaps your weapon has regained it's load." Reaching back she grasped him. "What is this? You have replaced the pistol guarding your treasure with a cannon. Did you think Diabla would be deterred by such firepower. Oh no, my captive, she welcomes the challenge." Carefully she rose to her knees and worked her way backward until she was poised over Longvale's organ. Holding it upright against her slit she said, "Diabla is prepared for a man's weapon, even one of this size." With that she lowered herself, taking the ‘cannon' into her body. Grasping him firmly with her vaginal muscles, she rocked forward. "Yes, this is the combat Diabla craves."

Her weight on her arms placed next to Longvale's head, the woman rocked and rubbed until she was moaning with passion. Using his freed hand, Longvale pressed his fingers against the swollen nub over her opening. "Fight with the little man guarding my cave." Diabla shook her shoulders to drag her nipples across his face. When he captured one between his lips, she sighed. "That's right, suck it. Suck Diabla's teat, my captive." Longvale bit down on the flesh in his mouth as the woman's hips rose and fell, sliding his organ within her. "Hard," she commanded. "Suck hard on the teat." Then with a scream he felt her tighten around him as she reached the apex of her passion and Longvale joined her, pumping his own carnal fluids into the woman.

When they were both spent, the bandit collapsed across Longvale's body, his limp organ still captured within her. When he finally slid out she smiled at him and said, "I told you I would take your jewels for my own. The treasure from them is now mine to keep, safe within my cavern." With that she laid her head on his shoulder and soon was asleep. Despite the discomfort of his position, an exhausted Earl quickly joined Diabla in slumber.

* * * * *

When Longvale woke a second time his arms and legs had been untied and the cover was spread over him. He found he was not alone in the bed. Propping himself on one elbow he pulled the cover back and looked at the woman next to him. She was lying on her back, her long hair undone and spread as a fiery halo around her head. Drowsily opening her eyes she said, "Yes, I am here. I will always be here for you my lord."

"And I," Longvale replied, "will always be your captive." He kissed her lightly on the lips and lay down beside his lover as they both fell back asleep.

* * * * *

When the Earl returned to London he stopped at his club to catch up on the news of the town before going on to his home. When he did get there he found his wife in her sitting room, working on some embroidery. She was wearing a simple house dress with her hair styled casually on top of her head. "Welcome back, my Lord," she greeted him. "You look rested."

"As do you, my Lady," he replied. As he went to pour himself a cup of tea, Lady Longvale ran her hand over her belly. Watching his lordship select a biscuit, she pondered if perhaps she might now have another babe growing inside her. "One more daughter would be pleasant," she thought to herself, smiling. "But if not yet, there's always the house in Sutton."