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Irish Eyes
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Subj : Irish Eyes
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When William and his wife Carol arrived at the country hotel, they were
greeted in person by the propriter, a man nicknamed "Stanley".
It was William's 30 th birthday and the whole trip, with Carol whisking him by
plane and then by ferry to Ireland, had been a mystery tour for him.
To this end Stanley, a strikingly fair-haired individual with an athletic
build and a carefully trimmed blonde mustache, asked William if he could have a
moment in private with Carol to fine tune a couple of birthday suprises. William
assented blithely. He was still dreamily taking in the tall hallway of this
beautiful Georgian mansion, and the view through the vast front doors of the
gardens.
Stanley led red-headed Carol through the glass-panelled door of a small office
located behind the reception desk. As the door shut behind them, what followed
would have indeed suprised the birthday boy. Propelling Carol backwards towards
his desk, Stanley shoved her down onto it's leather-covered top, tossed up her
summery skirt, tugged down her silky white panties and fine-mesh pale tights,
and buried his nose in her dark red pubic hair. As she felt the fine filaments
of his pale mustache tickling her clitoris, Carol's feet, in their dove-grey
suede bootees, lifted into the air in silent ecstasty.
As may be surmised, the couple knew each other. They had been lovers two years
previously when Carol had targeted the innocent William, a wealthy advertising
man several years her senior, as a suitably affluent life's companion for
herself. At the same time, Stanley had inhrited the hotel, and was currently
struggling withuot success to get it into profit. Carol had soon bored of her
role as William's wife, and on Stanley's trips abroad had begun fucking him
again in the afternoons, upstairs and downstairs at Carol and William's city
apartment. Both were dissatisfied, Carol with her life, Stanley with his
financial situation. Solutions began to suggest themselves.
Now Stanley raised his lips from Carol's superheated crotch. He turned her
over on the desk, so that she was face down on it's top with her pert rump
sticking up invitingly, a thick swatch of red pubic hair poking out provokingly
at the bottom of her buttocks. Stanley was a cool character, but he'd always had
a disproportionate physical passion for this woman, and he did'nt know when
they'd next be able to be together, if things went as they had planned. So from
the front of his pants he quickly scooped out his long, thin, achingly erect
prick, and gripping Carol by the hips, rammed it into her soaking cunt.
As Carol felt his flesh burst up into her she broke the ringing silence in the
room with a deep groan. Given the fact that her husband was right outside the
door, Stanley tried to cover her noise with a cough, grabbing her by the back of
the neck to silence her as his hips began pounding up against her quivering
backside. He was just getting into her stride when there came a knock at the
second door at the back of the room, the one that led to the kitchens.
Stanley froze, his cock half in and half out of Carol's twat, and heard the
voice of Molly, one of the maids, saying softly, "I'm sorry to disturb you sir,
but we need to know..."
"Not now Molly," Stanley replied shortly. "I'm too fucking busy."
"Or vice-versa," Carol murmured from beneath him, as she slowly pressed her
buttocks backwards to suck him into her again.
Outside the door, Molly, a lively black-haired 24 year old, made a face at
Stanley's rudeness, and then rather than turning away, since she knew the old
house inside out, quietly put her eye to a crack in the panelling of the wall
that allowed her to see what he was up to. She breathed in sharply as she
focused on Stanley's taut buttocks, pants around his ankles, as he slammed up
from behind into the woman sprawled on the desk with her skirt around her waist
and her legs splayed flailing either side of his, while his hands reached around
to knead her full breasts. Stanley was going at it so hard that the woman's
feet, in their little grey boots, were leaving the floor with every thrust.
"The face of the man !" thought the Irish girl, a flush rising on her cheeks,
as she watched Stanley have his way with the woman. Sure and that could only be
Carol, the wife of the poor fellow standing in the lobby, and herself no better
than she should be. Stanley was going harder and harder now, until finally, with
a look of agonized pleasure on his face, he reared up for the last time and
dragged her hips backwards and down hard onto his rigid tool as it spurted cum
up into her. This triggered off Carol, and with her legs rigid, raising herself
on her arms, she threw her firey head back and let out a loud shout as she came.
Stanley tried to cover it with coughing again, and in doing so his prick
slipped from her, so that cum smeared over her firm butt. Carol, Standing and
turning, cooly ran a finger down to it, then brought it up to her pouting mouth
and sucked appreciativley.
Stanley, his prick now back in his black jeans, was all business. "We have'nt
got long. Have you gotten him to do it?"
"Oh yes," said Carol. There's the will - everything to me, the apartment in
the city, the country mansion, everything. There's his life insurance. And I
even persuaded him to take out extra vacation insurance on the ferry." Outside
the door, Molly, who was no idiot mentally, steadied herself against the
panelling as she realized what she was hearing. "Now, are you keeping your end
of the deal? If you're getting all this from me after William's gone, uh
fishing, and we're together, I want a little job security, too."
Stanley opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a folded paper. "Here's my
will, signed and witnessed. If anything happens to me, this place will yours.
And after your money has pulled it around, it'll be worth something, too." When
Carol had read the document quickly but minutely, she kissed Stanley and gave
his crotch a final squeeze as she said, "Fair enough. Now we'd better get back
to my poor hubby." At this, Molly tiptoed away,
thinking : "I'd best tell father."
MORE TO COME!!!!!!
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