Making it with Sir Hubert

I soon got in position and heard him exude the sigh of content as I wiggled a little for his pleasure.

“Up a bit!” he ordered. He wanted me to plant my ass across his face and I was soon enjoying the feel of his mouth and tongue scrimmaging around, his fingers too stretching as his tongue sunk into my orifice and the light slapping too, making me feel so very warm and ready for his prime fuck.

“Now suck me and I shall you” he said and we were in our element, me bent over so my mouth could easily reach that tower of strength wobbling before me,

The taste of cock again was out of this world as I gave it a good firm sucking. He was going some too and just the two of us alone enjoying the oral delights of each other was heaven on earth..

Just the newness of this wonderful bonding was fantastic, a little different from how it was with Marshall but equally, if not more wonderful..

My mouth was full of his taste and my nostrils of his smell when he asked me to shift once again, but this time in readiness for the waterloo, He soon oiled me up with plenty of rimming, I raise a bit so that he could enter me easily and soon at last I felt what I had been waiting for so much, the warm and soothing feel of that gorgeous extremity entering me so wonderfully,

Heaven again sheer heaven and he grasped my hind tight to enable a real deep and strong fucking I shall always remember as the very first time with Sir Huby and many more to follow…

He also gave me a job as his chauffeur, he cunningly said that way there would be no suspicions raised if anyone saw us in the same frame.

Anyway he had me bare backed next, which was equally as stimulating and he had lovely delightful way of thrusting and pausing, then fucking again until I felt the warm spurt of his cum in plenty dribbling down my ass.

*** Chapter Two. Making it with Sir Hubert.

I discover the genteel touch can sometimes be rough…

I was well in now, with Sir Huby employing me as his regular chauffeur, to take away any suspicion that he and I was an item, and also to keep his wife Franchesca from knowing about his ‘other side’ as he calls it.

Living in the mansion I had my own room which was adjacent to Huby’s office, so it was convenient for him to slip in after a prearranged meeting - which invariably took place whilst his wife was away for the day. But he promised that we will spend a whole night or two together when he could bed me, when Franchesca took her occasional short weekend breaks in the country house. As an MP he had his reputation to think of and, being in my element as his secret toy boy I had no qualms about that, he always saw me okay financially and to be honest, it was a dream to serve him.

It wasn’t just fucking with him, not just that -Sir Huby was a rare posh English gentleman who was young enough still to enjoy the zest of sex and he certainly made good use of me.

Besides which he was a great conversationalist - fine with me and soon it was a natural part of our play times (as he liked to call them) for us to indulge in all sorts of conversation during the course of enjoying each other in the most profound way.

For instance he often loved just to see me bent steep over his lap as he comforted himself by smoothing his palm across my skin tight jeans, always complimenting me on my ‘fine ass’ and so on. He talks about his day in the House of Commons which may tend to sound boring to many, but with me perched over his knees I feel the passion in the warmth of his hand stroking and nudging me, accompanied by the occasional slap.

I do feel he would like to do a little more than slap me and I have no argument with that. I feel right for that and would like it. I know it would sting some, and perhaps that is what deters Sir Huby from doing it, he is such a gentle guy and always tells me to say ‘stop’ if he goes over the mark. But he hasn’t done so yet but maybe the spanking will come when we become more acquainted. I would like that and, just leaning across his lap like that spurs me on, I do so love to be all ass for him to enjoy, I love that and it gives me a sense of fluffiness

I recall the Danny had his thing for spanking me and I grew quite accustomed to playing his badly behaved servant who needed discipline.

Physiologically the feel of being his subordinate was thrilling and such is the case with Sir Huby - and he is much more cultured than ever Danny was

I feel I am made to be Sir Huby’s toy boy - I feel his fingers lightly begin to wonder into the darkened crevices and I show my willingness in doing a slight wiggle, to lure him on. He scratches my hind over my jeans and I enjoy the static electricity which runs up my spine.

I feel forever comfortable with him and I am starting to understand him, when he wants this or that by the motions of his wondering hands and the look in his lusty eyes.

His palm stroking becomes firmer and I hear the faint moans when he begins to squeeze each cheek one at a time - which gives such lively sensations. I am laying there, presenting myself to him - knowing the motions when he starts to massage my balls between and manipulates his hand under and upwards until I feel him squeezing my cock.

He has finished his conversation piece and his needs take priority, and when he fumbles with my belt I know he want to down my jeans and soon I am quite bare from the waist downwards.

I wonder how he will want me because I have learned it is rarely the same every time, but he tells me to part my thighs and I feel the whisper of his breath blow over my balls as he kneels there and begins to take just the tip of my erect cock, spurred on my those delicate and gorgeous blowing sensations, with his mouth.

I feel the first delight of his tongue there, licking my glans all over. I feel the spasms shoot up my spine and the length of my cock jerk upwards with each delicate lick. The feel of his fingers grasping my half-length and stretching my foreskin tight back - so that he can fully explore and run his tongue along the length, down to my hanging balls, further down in the very sensitive area between balls and asshole, and then, twisting his head I open more and move to his prompts, as he works his mouth beneath to find my hole, then the feel of him staring to lick and suck it, and another spasm shoots up my spine as he then returns to the business of sucking my cock to the full, having practiced awhile in taking it to the girth, he manages it quite well - and I feel the warmth of his wet mouth and throat as he gurgles awhile and releases, and then the same again until I am well sucked and primed.

I feel and acknowledge the ache for him but he taunts me, slapping my ass and showing me the full length of that splendid posh Englishman’s cock which he boasts has pleased many a wench in his younger day, but now he wants toy boys, something new, something fresh from the feel of wet and often well used fanny - to a lovely sweet and tight asshole.

He stands there, orders me to sniff him there and I take the stance of a servant kneeling before him, willing to serve as he contorts my mouth with stinky fingers, which have just rummaged my hole. But when he lurches forward, presenting his purple cock for my perusal, he allows me just to feel the touch of his glans on my lips and then jolts back again, leaving me with my mouth open. He wipes and rolls its length over my face, teasing my lips again. I taste its earthiness and cry out for his submission.

But still he teases me to the hilt and I am simply dying for it. But instead of allowing me to suck him he twists me around roughly, orders me on all fours and I am instantly filled with the bulk of his thrusting cock taking me hastily, like he has suddenly churned himself up so much he simply cannot wait, all he wants is my deep hole in which he can readily massage his cock into me. He makes my ass shake and move as he grasps my thighs so firmly in order to stabilise it for the best of deep and wholesome fucks.

This was a period when I discovered could be more than just the genteel gentleman, which was fine with me. When he’d done with me I was well numb, he liked to dress me afterwards and I had to display myself in a sexually orientating manner - he said I walked like a dream and loved to see my ass wiggle,.

“We have so much going for each other dear Alex” he said with his broad smile, those deep brown eyes looking as though they owned me.

The way I was feeling that was quite alright for me, I was his for the taking, I guess he knew that and said he aimed to take full advantage of that fact, and I would never feel unloved or un-shagged again. That was the tone of a posh Englishmen no doubt and at that point I knew I would always be there ready for him whenever he wanted me.

I discovered; the sheer thrill of living in a mansion, and having the luxury of a four poster bed also brought about something that I could never have envisaged in a thousand years.

It happened when least expected. I’d driven Sir Huby to Parliament and returned back to do a few chores in the garden, as was part of my employ.

Seeing Franchesca strolling around in the garden was nothing out of the ordinary. But that which was when one day I noticed, as she relaxed on a garden seat reading a book. Her skirts were disarranged and whether or not she was aware of it, I could just see the hint of red underwear between as I stooped nearby weeding the groundsels out of the herbaceous border.

At first I thought nothing of it, pretended I hadn’t noticed and continued with my weeding chore; but my male hormones were taking over and ,being of the bisexual disposition, I kept on being drawn to another sneaky sighting of that darkness between her skirt and, without realizing she was gleefully watching me do that. , I was almost in a trance when I realised she had seen me looking, and acknowledged me with the sweetest smile.

Of course she was doing it intentionally and I was soon getting the message, especially after she had complimented me on the neat way I tended the garden she invited me in for coffee.

Okay she was about ten years my senior but when I first saw her, my male lust jerked in my groin. But being involved with her husband I quickly dismissed such thoughts, but now they were returning. She had a figure to die for, the way she walked and everything appertaining to the best in the female species.

I had a feeling her invite would lead to something far more refreshing than a cup of coffee…

*** Making it with Sir Hubert, Chapter Three…

Finger licking good!

I had to tread carefully. Huby’s wife obviously wanted to make her fantasies come true. That’s what she said when boldly, she announced that my presence in her bedroom would do just that.

When I queried about her husband she said not to worry about him, and anyway they don’t sleep together, except maybe the occasional rant which doesn’t happen much hardly anymore, and they asseverate bedrooms. That is why she is hungry for gratification, she declared and I knew, the way she was looking at me, her wicked ways were focused on me.

So I started to get the picture. Sir Huby told me about their dissolving sex life and that is why he turned to a diverse opportunity with me. It seemed to me that I was the guy who would serve to gratify them both, but I had my job to take into consideration and also my position with her husband as my employer - if I got on the wrong side of him I would surely be out in the cold - and anyway I enjoyed his sex.

But what about a bit of totty on the side, first the main course with \Sir Huby and then the sweet dessert with Franchesca?

I won’t say that the idea of having sex with both of them was not appealing because it certainly was - not at the same time of course (although perhaps that would be nice) but how could I let go with her feeling that Huby would find out; and what then?

Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea no matter how much the invitation aroused me, and I didn’t wish to upset the apple cart when things were going so frightfully well with Hubykins (My new found nickname for him)

However, Franchesca was mature and instinctive - and determined and you know what they say about a woman scorned, so what could I do? I wanted to please her and when she placed herself neatly on the settee beside me, when we were taking a coffee break after returning from delivering her husband to the Commons.

Whether is was a very atmospheric perfume she was wearing or just her perseverance and utter charm, I felt myself hopelessly succumbing to the so gentle teasing touch of her lips brushing the nape of my neck.

“You are the most delightful chauffeur I have ever known , Alex.
May I call you Alex?” she whispered so very seductively and, feeling that familiar quiver in my groin I said that would be nice, but all the time I was fighting with the idea of how I could avoid that which seemed imminent.

It was like I was in a veritable trap because, of course, what she was doing to me, and the auto suggestion in her words made it very clear what she had in mind. I fancied her to the balls and I felt ignoring her advances was a hopeless task.

Although she said she would be the most prudent woman possible and this was going to be a secret between her and I - she could not have known about her husband’s relationship with me - but those persistent and kisses and the utter feel of her fingers walking up the inside of my thigh were more than any red blooded guy, bisexual or other, could take; and |I simply melted into her arms` and I was hers.

“OMG! I have always wanted a toy boy!” she cried out and I knew then there was no way back, this woman was determined to have her way no matter what and when her lips reached mine, opening them with hers to enjoy a very deep French kiss, and then the method she used to undo my chauffeurs tunic - releasing each button with a defined sensuality - and a whispery promise of what was to come.

Her hand was soon inside my shirt, tinkering across my chest and nipples and already I was fully swollen and she sighed the sigh of a woman who cried out for gratification - the warmth of her breath was tantalising my masculinity and when she opened up my trousers, like it was an everyday thing, teased me back I felt her tongue masquerading there - her long delicious red hair hiding my new found erection, lavishing me like a hungry animal.

I was in for the most warm and adorable promise with a woman, something that had not happened before, but not all what one would think, because. without my knowing, because I was in the depths of a sexual frenzy, enjoying her exploitation of me, it seemed, she had somehow managed to don a strap- on penis and balls; and all at once, there was me thinking; like husband, like his wife - she wanted my ass - and then, showing me what she had done she said quietly again that she hoped I wouldn’t be disappointed, but if I wanted I could fuck her afterwards.

She then chatted on like most women do, talking about how some of her friends take on toy boys to ease the drudgery of a failing marriage and how beautiful it can be using sex toys.

She seemed to know I was bisexual the way she talked; saying that I had the most enticing bum a girl could wish for and words like that, she said perhaps I would like to feel it the vibrating penis, perhaps imagine it was real; and there was the suggestion that perhaps she knew about me and my sexuality. Then passing through my mind the question, did her husband know and was it planned? and then flashing in my mind , images of a bi-sexual threesome.

But the stirrings in my mind dissolved when Franchesca, without hesitation, smothered me in a lubricant which smelt of roses and entered me with gusto, and I was immersed in the sheer pleasure of having a very sexually orientated woman fuck me with an substitute cock!

She liked me sitting on the edge of her bed, legs wide apart, knees over her shoulders as she thrust that vibrating penis with bouncing rubber balls into my being, all the time yelling, fuck, fuck, fuck until something happened, she made one final thrusting movement and Bingo! She was there. Out she came and descended with a plonk on the carpet leaving me with a very well worked and numb orifice and a half mast cock.

After a pause ahs uttered I was gorgeous and we would definitely have to make a habit of this.

Awe! But look at poor cocky, all drooping and forlorn, I think Franchesca will have to do something about that.”

And then the feel of her mouth sucking the hell out of me and soon the drooping cock was strong again, in the depth of her throat simply enjoying the all Franchesca was giving with long sumptuous and very hungry sucking motions which gave me the most wonderful vibrations and I lay there simply enjoying the moment with sweet, sweet Franchesca - and her sweet fuck was the perfect end to out very satisfying morning together, the feel of her squeezing me inside her, the feel of her pulse taking me into her all the way until the perfect waterloo came like a proverbial spurt of a volcano and the deed was done, No going back now.

And when it was all over my mind was back to how would it be if Huby found out - and for the moment I was hoping that they were both in it together…

But for a while she wanted me simply to hug her as we sunk into the beautiful world of a post sexual extravaganza, she so gently felt me still, teasing her small finger there, around and around, then she sucked it, pushed it to my lips urging me to do the same.

“Finger licking good!” she chuckled and thanked me for the most beautiful happening a woman could wish for.

Then would you believe, Huby wanted me in the evening. But his wife was home. He usually chose to have me when she was out or away.

But he seemed not concerned, the sexual urge was too great he confessed leading me to his bedroom, and then he fucked me with complete oblivion over the edge of the bottom bed frame, a cushion suitable placed to give him the perfect access to my still ripe and ready fuck hole, that is what he was calling it as he commenced to fuck me.
“That’s so good after a hard day in the Commons - and you are so lucid tonight, almost as if you have prepared yourself for this, Alex!”

My lips were sealed thinking to myself if only he knew I had fucked his wife the same day and she me, taking the exact same route and me presenting myself for service. I was thinking that, it felt good that I was capable of giving them both perfection.

Soon Huby cried out Allah! As always he did on reaching a climax and I immediately felt a release - where there had been warmth and activity all was silent, and yet it felt he was still there inside me and it was so very beautiful.