It takes some persuasion

“I might be able to see to that. I can certainly promise to do my best.” Lt. Easton was becoming more comfortable with this unexpected encounter; in fact, it was he who took her hand in his and held it to his chest. “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 shifting closer to her side. Easton lacked the boldness of Mr. Fuller's approach, but Charlotte had enough experience with hopeful young men to realize that this young lieutenant was not unaffected by the intimacy of this secluded garden bench.

“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 rise, 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. As much as I hold you in high regard, it would take more than this charming visit to allow such a thing." 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 cupped his chin and lifted her lips to meet his with a boldness that she didn't even know she possessed. The soft kiss lacked the fiery passion of last week's kisses, but Charlotte found that she liked the way the young officer's lips trembled with excitement when her mouth found his. Unlike Fuller's rough-stubbled face, Lt. Easton was smooth and clean smelled of cologne. 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 breathlessly when the sweet kiss ended 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 tried not to think about how unabashed her response to Fuller's ravishment had been - it was not at all the same as this. 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, Lt. 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, with the loss of her maidenhead, Charlotte found herself behaving in a way she could never have imagined before. "Well Mr. Easton, is it worth risking your career for a chance to feel my soft 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 young noblewoman 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. "In the book, Lieutenant, the dark-haired maiden was rescued by a young British officer very much like you, even as she was being transported to the Emir's hareem." Charlotte curled her fingers around the earnest officer's shaft, squeezing it gently before asking innocently. "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 from her encounter with Black Brand that a man's penis was sized to fit into a woman's sheath, but she still marveled that something this big could possibly push 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 his pulsing flesh in her hands. Just a month ago, 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 after last week, 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 have been that young officer?" Charlotte demanded Easton's attention, "To have an 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 have been 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. She might no longer be a maid, but clearly she still had much to learn about pleasing a man like this. She was just not prepared 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 this man 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?"