By the Lady

“Come in, my dear, have a seat!” the Lady welcomes broadly.

“You see, my darling Aunt, this is exactly what I was talking about,” the man says, gesturing toward Angelina. “Ragamuffins. Half-naked, starved, un-educated,” he said in French, contrasting his Aunt’s thick German. Angelina couldn’t help but noticing that his finger tips were but inches from her own muffin at the word “Ragamuffin.”

“Pardon my appearance, dear Sir,” Angelina said in perfect French. “I have been targeted by brigands. They did unspeakable things to me, my sister, and my mother. I was taken by **** by several men, knights, I believe, and then was struck ****. The next thing I knew, I was wearing these rags and in the road, only moments prior to seeing your coachman approaching.”

They seemed to buy it.

“Oh dear!” gasped the Lady. “Oh dear! Shall we fetch a woodsman to help track down your family?” the Lady asked, covering her mouth, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushing through the thick pancake makeup.

“To the Devil with the woodsman! Loose me on these Brigands myself, and they shall taste the only justice they deserve!” the man said, patting a saber with an elaborate basket hilt beside him on the seat.

“Oh, I am overcome with...joy” Angelina feigned. “I wish for nothing more than the justice of cold steel to be delivered upon these men!” she cried, and then gave him a look that put steel into something other than the blade next to his hand.

“Then you shall have it!” he cried. With that, Angelina hugged the lady tightly and leapt into the lap of the lord and kissed him deeply. She met limited resistance at first, but that melted away quickly and she found his hands exploring exposed flesh with quite a talent.

“James! You forget yourself!” the Lady cried in embarrassment. Angelina turned to face her and she smiled, licking her lips. She swiveled her hips, parting her legs, and planted her feet on the outside of the man’s lap she was on. She overtly pulled the rag away from her crotch, giving the lady a good view of her nephew’s hard on as it rose long his thigh, directly under her pink-lipped pussy. She leaned forward and licked her lips, eliciting a gasp from the Lady.

“Well I never!” she exasperated.

“That’s apparent,” Angelina said wickedly. “He has though. Your nephew seems to have quite the experience,” Angelina said, her eyes rolling back and she leaned back, feeling the roaming hands on her belly separate, one rising to her tight, pink nipples, the other exploring the forest of fiery red fur. She licked her lips again and opened her eyes slowly. The Lady was in a state of shock, but her eyes were locked unto Angelina's cunt, not feigning to look away.

“You’re no lady at all!” the Lady cried.

“MMmmmmm,” Angelina moaned as her wet slit parted audibly under a skilled finger. Her body trembled and her breath came raggedly as her clit was expertly stroked. “And he’s no gentleman, either,” she purred. He only laughed behind her and advanced his technique, twisting her nipples slowly under the nearly destroyed cloth she was wearing as a top.

“I do wager on one fact, M’lady,” Angelina said, straightening back up. She could read the impure curiosity in the Lady like an open book.

“What is that, you cheap trollop?” she spat.

“I bet you’re just as interested in watching as I am in doing,” Angelina said, bending forward quickly, dragging the fingers tighter against her clit. She reached out for the Lady’s skirts and slid her hands up her legs, making it to the Lady’s inner thighs before she knew what was happening and touching the warm, wet crotch of her satin undergarments before she could react. By then it was too late; she clamped her thighs tightly together, but she had trapped Angelina’s fingertips against the sensuous material.

“Too slow, M’lady,” Angelina breathed huskily. Her fingers moved through the satin as if it wasn’t there, finding the Lady’s furry slit; hot, wet, and ready. A submissive moan escaped the painted lips before a hand clapped it into silence.

“How about it?” Angelina said to the man massaging her pussy, leaning back. “Ever stick this thing,” she said slowly rocking her pussy against his fully rampant rod, “in a woman as she’s tenderly licking another woman’s cunt?”

“No, M’lady,” the man said mischievously. Angelina pushed her foot forward, snaking up the Lady’s now-spread legs and putting her toes where her fingers just left.

“Now you see here! Your filthy fingers were one thing, but those dirty little toes…” she started to exclaim as Angelina’s toes melted through the fabric of her wet panties and started tickling the Lady’s clit, her large toe briefly dipping slowly in and out of her wet and open pussy. “….can stay right where they are….” She sighed, leaning back and moaning throatily.

“Foot fucking my dirty German Aunt does not equal eating her out. Put your tongue in her cunny, trollop!” he commanded. Angelina giggled.

“I’m used to giving the orders, but for you, I’ll make an exception,” Angelina said, leaning forward, leaving her toes in the Lady’s snatch for the time being. She paused, her breasts separated by her thigh, her pussy still slowly swaying on top of the man’s thick cock.

“The question is, what will you do while I tongue fuck your Aunt?”