Charlotte needs to do even more

“I might be able to make that promise.” Lt. Easton was becoming more comfortable with this unexpected encounter; in fact it was he who lowered his lips to hers for a brief kiss before explaining. “As irritating as Black Brand is, to this point he has given serious injury to none.” The young officer surprised Charlotte even more by sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to his side as he kissed her again. Easton's kisses lacked the passionate fire of Mr. Fuller's that melted her defenses, but the were not unpleasant, still Charlotte ended the embrace, determined to maintain control over the situation.

“Wait! There’s one more thing.” Charlotte quickly added before she lost her nerve. “I want to be able to talk to him. In private.” Once again the young officer’s face showed his surprise but Charlotte refused to explain or justify her demands. Years of practice at hiding her feelings enabled her to mask the wild emotions that filled her heart.

"Lady Marlton." Lieutenant Easton started to stand and Charlotte placed her palm on his warm thigh to keep him seated. "Lady Marlton, what you are asking of me now could end my career. It would take more than these sweet kisses for me to take that kind of risk." Charlotte nodded her head in understanding of what she was asking of the earnest officer of the King's Foot, but she did not give up quite yet. She had not placed her hand on Lt. Easton's leg deliberately, but she was acutely aware of the heat coming through the white leggings from the man's firm thigh and a daring new idea came to her.

"Please do not think poorly of me Lieutenant," Charlotte explained as calmly as she could considering what she was contemplating. "In spite of what you may have heard about aristocratic young ladies, I have never behaved so boldly with any man." She let her fingers curl into the gap between his thighs and felt Easton stiffen as her hand caressed him shamelessly.

"Lady Marlton!" Easton tried again to rise but Charlotte was stronger than any dainty London debutante and she pressed him back to the marble bench again this time her hand brushed the hard mound in Easton's pantaloons.

"Please, Mr Easton." She somehow kept her voice calm "I've never tried this before, but I think I understand what a man like you might find enticing." She cupped the bulge in her palm marveling as how daring she had become since her adventure with Black Brand. After twenty years of impeccable chastity, twice within the past week she has found herself behaving in a way she could never have imagined with a man, and not even a man that she might marry in order to salve her indiscretions. "Well Mr. Easton, is it worth risking your career for a chance to feel my hands stroking your manhood until you shoot your seed into the night sky."

Lieutenant Easton moaned something, the words were impossible to decipher, but Charlotte was pretty sure she knew what he wanted.

"I can't let you take too many liberties, Sir." Easton wasn't a knight of the realm, but Charlotte used the honorific none-the-less, somehow it seemed less scandalous that way. "I am, after all a Lady, but there are times when even a Lady should reward the valiant service rendered by a King's officer." Her fingers worked loose the buttons closing the fall front of Easton's leggings as she spoke. "I read a book once, Lieutenant, in which an unmarried Italian countessa is captured by Moorish pirates from the Barbary coast." She had borrowed the book from a schoolmate and hated to have to return it. "The proud Chritian Lady is auctioned in the **** markets of the desert city - her virginal purity on sale to the highest swarthy-skinned bidder." Charlotte could feel Easton's manhood pulsing against her soft palm when she freed it from its restraints. "She was rescued by a young British officer much like you, even as she was being transported to the Emir's hareem, surely that officer deserved a reward like this - or perhaps even more."

Charlotte marveled at how hard and thick Lt. Easton's long rod was; she knew in theory that a man's penis was sized to fit into his wife, but she just could not imagine something like this pushing into her. Thankfully, all she had to do was please Mr. Easton with her hands, and to her surprise she found she liked the feeling of the living flesh pulsing in her hands. When she had read of women servicing men with their hands she had found the idea distasteful (although not as repulsive as them using their mouths) but now that she had a real penis in her grasp, she was excited by the way it throbbed like a living being as she worked her hands around the warm skin.

"Would you have liked to be that young officer?" Charlotte demanded Easton's attention, "To have this innocent countessa kneeling at your feet like this and stroking you with her soft hands." By now Charlotte was on her knees and using both her hands on Easton's member and then a sudden thought struck her. "Or would you rather be the Muhammadan Emir and have this chaste young noblewoman delivered to your hareem for you to ravish?"

"Oh God," grunted Easton, warning Charlotte of his imminent explosion. It was a good thing too, for she had just enough time to pull away from the thick stream of white goo that erupted from Easton's manhood. Nothing in her books or girlish gossip had prepared her for the amount or **** of the multiple streams of cum that shot out onto the grass. Charlotte climbed swiftly to her feet and stepped back quickly, no longer as confident as she had been just minutes before. Luckily the young lieutenant was equally nonplussed as he tucked his rapidly drooping erection into his breeches and rapidly refastened the front flap.

"Did that satisfy you Mr. Easton?" Asked Charlotte as calmly as she could, hoping that Easton couldn't hear the violent drumming of her heart in her bosom. "Will you work with me to bring in Black Brand with no further bloodshed?" She asked sweetly. "It's important, I don't want to see him hanged."

"Why is he so important?" Gasped Easton clearly still rattled by Charlotte's behavior, she could see his jealousy rise as fast as his erection had. "Is he the one that taught you ... that?"