Fucked in the Captain's Cabin
A Lisbeth Frey Erotic Tale
By Ashley Rhodes
Copyright 2011 Ashley Rhodes
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Lisbeth could feel the rough bark of the oak tree digging into her hands as she pressed them against it. She was bent forward, her skirts thrown up over her waist, as Ned, the young gardener who worked on her father's estate, vigorously fucked her from behind. She'd been meeting him secretively for a few months now, sating her burgeoning (and quite improper for a lady of her standing) desire for sex. The consequences if they were to be caught would be dire for the both of them, but this knowledge gave their liaisons an extra frisson of danger and excitement that Lisbeth found intoxicating.
Ned's rough hands, callused by his work, grabbed at her breasts as he slowed his thrusting for a second, drawing the length of his cock almost fully out of her, teasing her. She moaned, and scrabbled feebly at the tree, willing him to plunge deep back inside. After what seemed to her like an eternity, he did so, and Lisbeth let out a yelp. She shifted her weight onto her left hand, and used the fingers on her right to start rubbing her clitoris as he fucked her. She could hear Ned's breathing becoming more rapid, more ragged, as he approached his orgasm. Her fingers deftly fluttered around her most delicate area, and she could feel her own climax approaching. Ned's hands moved away from her bosom as he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back with a jerk. She revelled in the sharp tug of pain as it tipped her over the edge. "Harder! Fuck me harder, faster!" Ned's bulk roughly buffeted her small frame as he rapidly pumped his thick shaft into her glistening slit.
Lisbeth screamed, louder than she wanted to, as the orgasm exploded inside her. Her right hand moved back to the tree - she needed to support herself as she jerked and spasmed in helpless ecstasy. Ned slowed his thrusting as she came, but she knew he had not yet finished. She straightened slowly, drawing away from him, and turned. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his face flushed. Lisbeth dropped to her knees, and wrapped both hands around his rock-hard cock, slick with her juices. She took him into her mouth as she began to slide her hands up and down the length of him. She knew he wouldn't be able to last for long, and she quickly gathered pace, running her tongue around his glans, then dipping her head forward, taking as much of him inside her as she could, until she had filled her entire mouth. His muscles tightened and his breath caught in his throat as his cum erupted into her mouth, warm, sticky, salty. She swallowed it all.
As usual, Lisbeth barely spoke to Ned once they were finished, except to arrange their next meeting. She liked having sex with Ned, but it wouldn't do to develop their relationship beyond that. As Lisbeth attempted to get her hair and clothing into some sort of order before she made her way back up to the house, she was too preoccupied to notice a furtive figure slip away from behind a bush and scurry away in the same direction.
When she reached the house a short while later, Lisbeth immediately sensed that something was amiss. Two of the younger kitchen girls, heads leaned in close together as they gossiped, immediately fell silent as she opened the door and stepped into the room. They stared at her with round incredulous eyes, but didn't say a word. As she made her way out of the kitchen, Lisbeth's heart began to beat faster. Surely nobody could have seen her and Ned? Although she could have raised suspicions by taking more 'walks in the grounds' recently, she always met the gardener at some distance from the house itself, in the woodlands nearby, or in the woodshed, away from prying eyes. She'd been taking more risks recently, though, straying closer to the house to indulge her love of the excitement that came from the fear of getting caught. Had she taken it too far?
Her reverie was interrupted by the nervous voice of Clemence, her long-time maid. "Miss Lisbeth. Your father wants to see you." Lisbeth looked into the older woman's face, and saw in a moment all she needed to know. Guilt, concern, and a certain smugness all played across the maid's worn features. "It won't do to keep him waiting. You know how he is." Lisbeth's pretty face twisted in anger, her emerald eyes radiating her hate. "You spiteful old hag! Jealous, were you? How long is it since you had a good seeing to, Clemence? I bet you've been watching us for weeks, you dirty old cow!" The maid turned and shuffled away, cowed by the sheer rage of the words.