Harry Prepares 4 Daughters for Marriage Part II

The domicile of Lady Camilla Jones-Smythe was tucked away in an up-scale neighborhood not too distant from the seat of Government. The overabundance of servants impressed Sir Harry Higgins far more deeply than normal in light of his recent financial reversals.

An extraordinarily fine-featured maid with a trim figure took his cloak and cane and directed him to the study. He made a point of not being too early for fear of appearing too eager for the delicate creature’s company.

Camilla swept into the well-appointed study with an air of flustered female agitation. Harry was much excited by her gown with a very low cut over her bosom. When she leaned forward, he could see the full outline of a fine pair of beautiful English tits swaying in perfect unison. Harry wanted to reach right out and grasp the orbs in each hand and bring them to his mouth for prolonged sucking.

Of course, Sir Harry did no such thing; it would be too unseemly at their first private meeting. The maid entered demurely and inquired if tea would be required. Harry was glad Camilla declined and told the Maid,

“Far too early for ingestion, Polly, kindly secure the door and see we are not disturbed. Sir Harry and I have some serious business to discuss.”

The maid turned away from Camilla and as she moved past Harry, he could have sworn the little tart winked at him.

“Do sit here next to me, Harry; I do so detest straining to hear people’s words when they are not in close proximity to my person.”

Harry happily moved to the settee next to Camilla. Now he could inhale the fragrance cast so delicately by the handsome woman. He took in the enticing tendrils of sensuality that penetrated his very core and caused his sensitive member to swell up into uncontrollable prominence.

His view of Camilla’s glorious breasts was completely unobstructed.

He could see her soft white curves moving in delectable rhythm. She was breathing rapidly now. Harry saw that Camilla’s eyes were focused on his obvious erection. The flustered gentlewoman was nervously fingering her upswept hair and she moved her bottom in different directions on the settee as though possessed by an unladylike itch.

Harry knew all the signs.

Lady or no, this is a cunt that needs to be laid.

He reached out his hand and took her hand in his. The touch of her soft female flesh spurred him to lean in and place his lips tentatively on her soft rose tinted mouth. Her thirsty mouth opened up to him and she allowed her tongue to rub against his in a passionate dance of lust and desire.

Harry was almost beside himself with his base need to bury his pulsating cock deep inside Camilla’s yet unseen pussy. He valiantly restrained himself and moved his greedy lips to the comely ladies breasts. He used his tongue to flick the tender nipples and licked and sucked the little nubbins into rock-hard buttons at the end of her heaving breasts.

Slowly, Harry raised the lady’s gown to gain access to her female parts and exquisitely shaped legs.

Her ripe female scent was mingled deliciously with the fragrance of the expensive French perfume she had liberally applied to her inner legs. Unexpectedly, he found that she had removed all hair from her little nesting place. Harry was overjoyed. He did dislike getting the nasty hair strands into his mouth and he wanted to bury his tongue deep inside Camilla’s womanhood in order to satisfy his strong desire to pleasure this lovely lady.

Camilla shuddered and covered her face with both hands at the touch of Harry’s tongue on her pulsating clitoris. She raised her stately buttocks up off the settee to welcome his mouth into her vaginal recesses. Harry could see her need, and he could sense her appreciation for his oral efforts. He could taste her sweetness left long unattended since the demise of her husband.

Camilla peeked out from behind her hands and saw Sir Harry’s head buried deep into her female anatomy. She was moved to a height of dizzying passion at the licking of her womanly love button. Totally disregarding appearances, she moved her hands down and cradled the back of Harry’s head to guide him to the more needy areas of her seldom exercised pussy.

Ever accommodating, Sir Harry licked and sucked the impassioned mature Lady into a state of arousal not to be ignored any longer. Camilla was giving voice to some very unladylike language to spur Harry on to greater efforts and her luscious posterior was beating a frenzied tattoo on the settee surface.

“Oh, sir! You have me at your mercy. I beg you drive your lovely tongue up deep into my opening with haste. I must release my fluids this very instant. Yes! Yes! Don’t move, dear Harry, I am there.”

Harry felt the juices spurt out of Camilla’s pussy. He lapped them up to her great delight. Some of them ran back into her little pucker hole and he sucked them out of her nether regions forcing poor Camilla to immediately succumb to a second and even more violent orgasm.

Harry held the trembling woman in his arms and calmed her back into a semblance of propriety. She held on tightly to him like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline. He took her delicate soft hand and moved it to his raging erection waiting for respite from inactivity.

He saw the less agitated woman gasp and sport a much reddened visage upon contact with his engorged member. He was much astonished that a mature woman in her late 30s would be so disturbed at the touch of male equipment. Harry did not waste any time in unfurling his staff for the ladies full inspection at close range.

The full 10 inches were waving about in close quarters to Camilla’s puffy lips.

Harry realized the widow was somewhat reluctant to appear sexually aggressive and unfeminine. He reached down and pushed his thumb into her willing mouth and allowed her to suck on his meaty tongue before withdrawing it and substituting his cock already dripping with sticky pre-cum.

No sooner had her lips accepted his shaft, Camilla began to bob her neatly coiffed head up and down on Harry’s long, hard cock. She made little mewing sounds like a kitten searching for her mother’s teat and

A long line of saliva and semen dribble was hanging from her pointed, upper-class chin. Harry looked down at her proud and haughty face busily suctioning in his oversized cock and felt his fluids begin to perk and rise into his thick shaft. He quickly placed his hand on the back of her bobbing head and pushed her forward for a deep throat release of his creamy cum. His first spurt caused the poor lady to gag she was so out of practice with oral pleasuring. He could see her swallowing rapidly after that and she managed to suck his entire load deep into her empty tummy.

Harry withdrew from the widow’s mouth just prior to his last spurt of cum splashed onto her pretty face and lips. Camilla used her finger to push all the sticky cum into her mouth and licked her lips like a cat tasting the last drops of delicious milk.

Harry’s passion was so inflamed that he eased Camilla’s head into the settee cushion keeping her on her knees on the Persian carpet. He took up position behind her and brought his fully aroused cock into tight placement against her dripping pussy. The poor lady was in a state of total arousal and abject disgust at her own vile desires to be impaled without mercy. She pushed her ass back into Harry’s cock impaling her pussy beyond redemption. He wrapped his strong arms around her and cupped her swinging breasts before sliding deep inside her velvet lined tunnel of love.

Camilla exploded like a keg of dynamite in a forest fire. Her ass was rolling and quaking with every one of Harry’s thrusts into her inner core. She begged for Harry not to stop but to drive into her with even more vigor and resolve. He was only too happy to oblige with a frenzy of animalistic coupling that could only end in high pressured release of his creamy load deep inside Camilla’s deprived pussy.

They both came back to reality and Harry was aware of Polly peeking into the drawing room. He felt certain it was just to ascertain the wellbeing of her benefactress. The poor lady had become so vocal at the end, Harry was certain the servants would all come running to see if there had been an accident.

He assisted Camilla up from the floor and spent some time in kissing her fluttering hands and applying a copious smattering of kisses all over her pretty face and head. When she was sufficiently recovered to the point of regaining full control, he begged her forgiveness for his uncontrollable ardor and promised to be in full control of his passion when next they met. Camilla, seeing he was properly subservient to her greater authority, acceded to his wishes to see her in 2 days hence. He promised a boon to make up for his poor manners on this first visit.

Camilla lay back on the settee and settled in for a mid-morning nap. Harry’s cum was seeping out of her tightly closed vaginal lips and the taste of his spunk was in her mouth and up into her flaring nostrils. She began to snore lightly just as he exited the door of the drawing room.

Polly, the downstairs maid, directed Harry to the small clock closet where she had secreted his cloak and cane. She fell to her knees in front of him and began to whisk at his trousers with a tiny whisk broom meant to flounce up headgear.

“Whatever are you doing, dear girl? You will cause my cock to rise with that kind of treatment.”

Polly looked up at him and said,

“Just removing the strands of her ladyships hair and some of her face powder, your excellency.”

“Well, as long as you are already down there, you little tart, you might as well have a nice little munch yourself. Suck her ladyship’s spittle and womanly juices off my shaft and swallow them down into your pretty little mouth.”

Polly smiled and took out Harry’s 10 inch cock.

She rubbed it all over her finely featured face. Harry thought, once again, how beautiful this lowly maid was of face. The girl did not mince around with shyness at all. She shoved the long cock deep into her suctioning mouth and moved her hand up and down his hard shaft. The pretty young girl was grunting in her exertions. She looked so young to him that he paused in his pleasure and inquired her age. He did not want to be in the poor position of pranging an underage girl. He immediately pushed his cock back in her mouth when she informed him she had already passed 18 winters. The young tart was the same age as his daughters, but considerably much more experienced than any of them.

Before he spilled his seed in the beautiful young maid’s mouth, Harry pulled her up and turned her around facing the closed door. He told her to lean against the door. This served two purposes; it kept out nosy servants and gave him ample leverage to open up the saucy little wench’s hind quarters for a spirited ass hump.

Her ass was so very attractive, Harry felt compelled to worry her ass cheeks a bit with his open palms. Polly winced at each heavy spank on her round cheeks. Harry pulled one cheek to the side exposing her tiny little pucker hole. His cock needed the tightness of the young girl’s sphincter muscles to excite further semen from his overworked prostate. He managed to defeat the rings of muscle and slide deep inside the attractive girl’s posterior. She sighed and groaned at the invasion and wiggled her nicely rounded ass in every direction imaginable. He found it necessary to slap her ass cheeks and legs from time to time to force her to behave more like a gentlewoman. Finally, she relaxed and took it all in. His full length was buried inside the small girl’s rectum. She leaned forward to give him the full feel of her ass pressed against his muscular legs. He reached underneath her and began to play with her slit. It was very pleasurable to hear her moan at his fingers working deep inside her dripping wet cunt.

Harry grabbed the pretty maid’s hair and twisted her head around to the side. He pushed his demanding tongue into her ready and willing mouth to punish her tongue with repeated deep strokes.

He noticed the girl had her eyes closed and she was close to full body vibrations from his anal and oral impalements. His load rushed up into his buried shaft and he could see her eyes open wide with the slashing of hot cum deep inside her core. The poor girl was in the throes of a standing orgasm. He could feel her knees begin to buckle and her juicy cunt sprinkled his fingers with her pussy juice.

He held her up tight against his body. She was suspended above the floor and fully impaled on his long hard cock.

Polly smiled up at Harry.

“Thank you, my lord for your attention to a poor maid’s itch. Polly Persimmon is pleased to be at your service should you be needing my services in the future.”

Harry held his hand flat over her rounded ass cheeks for a silent moment. He kissed her deeply with a tender and caring kiss. She was such a beautiful girl. It was a shame she was of the under classes and devoid of any funds.

This girl was destined for upward mobility.