Pride, Prejudice, and Porn

Part 18

I waited a decent interval until I didn’t hear any noises in the hallway. I peeked outside my door and the coast was clear. I quickly scuttled down the hall and, giving a light knock, slipped into Fitz’s room. 

“Be still, my heart,” I thought as I saw him sprawled on the bed, naked. He was sitting up against the headboard, his legs wide open, with all the junk irresistibly displayed. I wondered how many Tom of Finland poses he’d memorized, anyway? Fitz beckoned me with a finger to join him on the bed. I climbed up on the huge bed and knee-walked between his legs until I was kneeling right in front of him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. 

“Welcome to my bedroom, said the spider to the fly,” he said, suggestively. I snickered back but was suddenly stifled by his mouth over mine. “I’ve been waiting all night to do this again,” he rumbled, then pressed himself against my lips. They opened and, once again, his strong, thick tongue probed inside, then seemed to take possession of my entire mouth. He traced my teeth, poked into my cheeks, massaged my tonsils, licked the back of my throat. “My God, where did he ever learn to kiss like this?” I asked myself.

He scooted us down the bed so we were lying facing each other, side by side, still glued together at the mouth. He pulled back slightly and his tongue traced the shape of my lips and nose and then along my jawline to my ear. He licked and swirled into it and I gasped in pleasure. “Did I find a good spot?” I heard him ask. “Did you ever! Keep doing that,” I begged. 

For what seemed an eon Fitz treated my ears to his patented tongue bath, with a few detours to the nape of my neck. My God, that was just as sensitive, but in a different way. Chills raced up and down my spine as he licked and sucked there. 

“I need to be back in your mouth,” I heard him breathe. “I could spend forever there. You taste so good, it’s like drinking from a cool mountain spring.” I think that was the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me! I just melted in closer to him. I could feel his immense, hard cock pressed against me, pushing between my thighs. I let it between them and squeezed tightly. “So good,” Fitz moaned, before diving into my mouth and throat again. I could feel his huge arms around me, pulling us together, and suddenly I felt like I was just floating in space, in our own private little universe. Fitz’s tongue was still trying to dive down my throat so I couldn’t say anything. All I could do was moan in ecstasy. 

Fitz rolled us over until I was beneath him and I could feel the full weight of his upper body on mine. He had to weigh more than twice what I did and he felt warm and overwhelming. I could feel the fine hair on his chest brushing against me and it felt wonderful. His tongue slithered out of my mouth as he pushed himself up on his elbows. “Huh?” I grunted. “No! Don’t stop!”

“Shh!” he said. “Shh! I don’t want to crush you.” Before I could reply his tongue was licking at the base of my neck and I was writhing against him, moaning. He licked downward into my armpit. It tickled and I started to giggle uncontrollably. “Shh!” I heard, and he licked down to my chest to my nipple, which was suddenly being subjected to a mind-shattering licking and sucking and nibbling that started to make my brain melt. All I could do was keep on moaning. The place was beginning to sound like a haunted house! He licked across my chest and suddenly the other nipple was immersed in that Whirlpool WashMaster of a mouth of his! More moaning. I was completely lost to everything but what Fitz was doing to me. 

Soon, Fitz’s lips and tongue were working downward to spend time attending to my navel. Oh, my God! Another hot spot I never realized I had! It was a combination of ticklish and lasciviousness and I bucked up to him, gasping in pleasure. 

But, wait! Those magical lips and tongue moved lower and suddenly I felt them licking and gently sucking the head of my cock! The wave of pleasure that went through me was indescribable. “OK,” I thought to myself. “I can die now, happy! The hottest, handsomest man on the planet is licking my cock! Nothing can be better than this!”

Wrong. Oh, was I ever wrong! Suddenly I felt my fun-sized 6 inches completely enveloped in warm, liquid velvet. Now I could hear Fitz moaning as much as I was. There was suction. And heat. And wetness. And that demon tongue. All doing things to me that I wasn’t sure my mind and body would ever recover from. My hands unconsciously went to Fitz’s head and my fingers weaved themselves into his hair. It was the first time I’d touched it, I vaguely realized in my altered state. It was thick and felt a bit coarser and springier than mine. Fitz was crouching over me, his huge cock now brushing my feet and calves. I could feel Fitz’s hands cupping my ass cheeks and lifting me up so he could mouth my cock more easily. It was too much and I was losing control. 

“I’m cumming,” I babbled. “Fitz, I’m cumming!” I heard an ecstatic groan. The magical Whirlpool began to suck and lick faster than I could imagine possible and the next moment I was exploding, shooting jet after jet of my semen into that steaming cavern. I could feel him swallowing as I sank back into the bed, barely conscious. Fitz was stretching back out along the bed, his head once again next to mine, as he pulled me between his arms. 

“Izzy?” I heard him saying. “Earth to Izzy? Stay with me, buddy!” 

All I could do was groan, as I nuzzled into his neck. “That was perfect, Izzy,” I heard him breathing into my ear. “I hope it was for you, too.” 

I breathed deeply. “Beyond perfect,” i whispered back. “How could anything ever be better than that?” 

“I’m so glad!” he said, softly. “You have the most perfect, suckable cock!”

“Huh?” I said, reaching down to hold his softening monster. “I don’t begin to compare to you!”

“Shh,” he said. “Don’t be silly. Your cock is perfect. It’s beautiful and just the right size to suck without having to worry about gagging or hurting you with my teeth! Not like King Kong down there.” I could feel his huge cock flex in my encircling hand. I snuggled closer.

“Well, I kinda like King Kong,” I said. “You might have noticed that this afternoon in the sauna. He’s a bit of a challenge, for sure. But just the kind of challenge I like.” 

He pulled me tight. King Kong flexed again. “Let me come back to Earth,” I said. “Then I’ll be up for another challenge match.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said. “I don’t expect a constant trade-off.”

“I know I don’t have to, Fitz. I want to! More than I’ve ever wanted to do anything in my life.”

His arms tightened and I could feel him shiver slightly.

“Izzy? What are we doing here?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’ve never experienced this before. I feel like I’m off in outer space somewhere.”

“Me, too,” said Fitz. “This sure wasn’t in Chuck’s ‘Visit Beautiful Norwood Acres’ travel brochure!” 

I giggled. “No. I imagine not.”

“The other night in the kitchen all I wanted to do was make a sandwich out of you!” Fitz said. “And now, after everything since then, it’s obviously more than lust. I really like you, Izzy. You know that, I hope.” 

“I do know. I really like you, too. We wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t.”

The fingers of Fitz’s free hand stroked down the side of my face and he kissed me again, lightly. “I’ve never been in love before, Izzy. Have you?”

“No,” I answered. “I’ve been hot for a few guys, of course, and a couple of them were semi-steady dates for a while. But it wasn’t love. I wasn’t heartbroken when things eventually cooled down, and I never started picking out silverware and china.”

“Me neither,” Fitz said. “But now that we’re here like this I suddenly have an urge to get your opinions on Royal Doulton? The famous periwinkle pattern, maybe?”

I punched him in the chest. Not very effectually, given how close he was holding me. “Well, that’s brought me back to reality,” I said. “Let me get back to you on that after I’ve had a chance to look it up online,” I giggled.

Fitz laughed, too, then pulled me close and kissed me again. “I’m not trying to push for answers. We’ve barely known each other for a few days. But this is new for me. I don’t know what to make of it.”

“We don’t have to be in a rush, do we?” I answered. “Taking things one day at a time seems like the best way to figure out what this is. I don’t want to say or do anything that’s going to push us into something that isn’t real. We’ll just end up hurting ourselves if that happens. I’d never want to do something to hurt you.”

“You’re right,” Fitz murmured. “There’s no rush. We have time to figure this out. But, Iz?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad we have something to figure out,” Fitz said. 

“So am I,” I answered. I began wriggling downward out of his embrace. “But, you know, right now I think I need to get my new friend King Kong’s opinion on Royal Doulton!”

It was a long journey. Finally I was getting the chance to really know and play with Fitz’s gigantic body. I kissed the base of his neck first, getting approving groans. All this was going into my memory bank under the heading of “Fitz’s Hot Spots.” He had sprawled back against the bed board, putting his hands behind his head, to give himself a better view of what I was doing. I worked my way to his left pec which bulged up from his chest like a small mountain. Fitz’s chest was lightly covered in fine dark hair that perfectly highlighted the shape and size of each pec. I rubbed my cheek against it to find it was soft and silky. Reaching his half-dollar sized nipple I remembered what Fitz’s eager mouth and tongue had done to me. I figured that’s what he liked and it turned out I figured correctly. I licked and sucked powerfully, nibbling on the hard, erect tip. “Oh, that’s so good, keep going,” I heard from above me. After several minutes of giving his nipple lots of tender loving care, I went back to licking and kissing the contours of his pec, eventually reaching the ravine dividing it from its twin. For a few minutes I licked up and down the cleft, feeling the soft hairs there against my tongue. I moved over so I could begin to do full justice to Fitz’s right pec, and I went to town on it, giving it the same loving treatment I had given his other one. The groaning from above me told me Fitz was a happy camper. 

With his hands behind his head I had easy access to Fitz’s dark-haired armpits and I licked my way into his right armpit. It was thickly covered in the same fine, soft dark hair. I sniffed and licked around, trying not to let what I was doing become ticklish. I caught a whiff of the shower gel from earlier in the day mixed with Fitz’s own musky scent. As I licked my way around his armpit I could hear more pleased groaning. I knew Fitz was enjoying my ministrations and that I wasn’t tickling him. Eventually I licked and nibbled my way back across what seemed like the endless width of his chest to his left armpit and gave it a similar tongue bath. More groans of pleasure were heard and I stored this all away in my memory bank for future reference.

I moved down along the center of his body to lick his rock hard abs. Those were sensitive, too, it seemed, so I spent time appreciating each one as I moved towards his navel. I circled it with my tongue and began giving it the same vigorous treatment I’d given his nipples, but in reverse as I plunged the tip of my tongue into the deep hollow. The happy groaning continued. Clearly this was another hot spot on the big stud!

Before long I was following Fitz’s narrow treasure trail downward. I rubbed my nose through his pubic hair, which was silky just like the rest of his body hair. Again, his crotch smelled faintly of the shower gel mixed with his own musky scent. I settled myself comfortably between his monumental thighs, each of which got a few minutes of tongue bathing, as well. It must have felt good because I could feel Fitz flexing the huge muscles as my mouth and tongue moved along them. 

Finally I reached his scrotum, pink and nearly hairless, splayed against the bedspread. I took Fitz’s semi-hard cock in my hand and lifted it up and over his left thigh, where the head drooped over its side nearly touching the bed. I was beginning to get lost in my lust for this enormous, hard-muscled demigod! I moved down to the pink sac for more tongue bathing. Fitz’s groaning and gasping increased significantly as I licked and polished the huge sac, nibbling gently at times or grasping the tender skin between my lips and pulling on it. “So good, Izzy,” I heard. “So, so good!”

That only increased my desire to please Fitz more. I moved my mouth over one of his tennis-ball sized testicles and began mouthing it gently. “Oh, Iz, that’s even better,” I heard. “Keep doing that!” I gave his other ball the same treatment and then tried to get it into my mouth. It was huge, just like everything else about him, and I wasn’t sure  it would fit. I just gaped as wide as I could and used my fingers to carefully push it into my mouth. Success! It was so big there was barely room for my tongue but I used it to lave the enormous ball as best I could while I pulled it away from his body gently. That seemed to please Fitz because there were more happy moans coming from far above me. Eventually I managed to push his ball out of my mouth using my tongue and moved over to repeat the process on its twin. I wished I could to get both of his balls in my mouth at the same time, but that obviously wasn’t going to be a possibility, so it was time to head for the main attraction. 

I licked my way up his beer-can thick cock, which had hardened and enlarged further so the head was now laying on the bedspread. I could feel it throbbing and flexing as it continued filling out and began rising up and heading for the direction of his navel. By the time I reached the fully engorged head it was laying on his belly, hard and pulsing, reaching inches above his belly button. I grasped the base with my right hand to hold it up so it would be easier to try getting it into mouth, then putting my left hand above on top of it. There were still at least two handfuls of the shaft and the huge head uncovered! I had been with a few big guys in the past, but Fitz’s cock made them look Lilliputian in comparison! I was so excited I could feel myself practically vibrating! I continued licking and kissing my way up the shaft, tracing the course of the big veins now bulging along its length. Finally I reached my target, the completely hard head, where the skin was now stretched taut and glistening in the low lamplight of Fitz’s room. 

I licked my way across the huge head from one side to another, stopping briefly to scoop up the precum pooling in the slit with my tongue. It still had that distinctive sweet/salty/celery taste. I swallowed it and began using my tongue to circle around the ridge of his head which was intriguingly pebbly. I wondered what the tiny bumps all around the head of his cock were — nerve endings? If they were, Fitz must have incredible sensation there! They felt oddly good against my tongue, so I spent long minutes whirling it all around the head of his of cock. The groaning seemed to now be combined with panting and then I felt Fitz’s huge hands cup my own head and gently push downward, trying to get deeper inside me. As before, I managed to get another two or three inches into my mouth without too much extra effort. Fitz kept stroking my head and cheeks, saying “So good! You’re doing so well! Now try to take some more!” as his hands pressured me further downward. I managed to get another inch or two into my mouth before the bulging head was lodged in the entrance to my throat and I began to gag a bit. When he heard and felt it Fitz immediately stopped pushing me farther down. 

“You don’t have to try to take all of it, Izzy,” I heard him say. “That’s going to take a lot of practice! Just keep doing what you’re doing now! It’s so good! You can’t imagine how good that feels!” Actually, considering the amazing blow job he’d given me just before, I had a pretty good idea of how it must feel to him. Knowing how much pleasure I was giving Fitz just spurred me onward to give him another earth-shaking orgasm. My jaw ached from being stretched so wide but I was nearly oblivious to it. I speeded up the tongue action while doing my best to suck even harder and using my hands to jerk and stroke the rest of his shaft. It was working! Within a few minutes I heard more gasping as his dick felt like it had gotten even harder and thicker in my mouth. “I’m cumming, Izzy,” I he gasped. “I’m cumming. Take all of it!”

The next thing I knew I felt my mouth flooding from spurt after spurt of Fitz’s rich, creamy cum. Just like in the sauna, there was so much that even trying to swallow as fast as I could some of it overflowed down my chin from the corners of my mouth. I kept his cock in mouth until I had milked every last drop out of him and felt him beginning to soften. I felt his hands stroking my head as I slowly let him pull out of my mouth. His finger flicked along my chin, wiping up his cum that had dripped down it, then he put it in my mouth so I could lick it off. I laid my head down on his left thigh, panting. 

“Was that good, Izzy? Did you like it? I wasn’t too big for you?” 

“It was amazing! I loved it! But you’re unimaginably big. I hope you’ll let me practice a lot more until I can take all of you.”

His fingers stroked my hair. “You can practice as much as you want, Izzy. It’s all for you. We need to try some different positions to find the easiest way for you to swallow it all.”

I practically shivered with happiness. There would be more times! Fitz wanted to do it more! 

My panting was easing and I was beginning to breathe normally again. “I’m so glad it felt good for you,” I said to Fitz. “I was afraid I was biting you or that I wasn’t doing it the way you like it.” 

“Are you kidding? Did you feel the way I shot off? You were way more than good!”

“Still,” I replied, “You’re a real challenge. It’s like trying to reach the top of Mt. Everest! But I like challenges!” 

I looked up at Fitz’s face. He was grinning. “So you do like this big cock? It sure likes you, Izzy!” 

“Of course I like it! It’s kind of thrilling! There’s just so much of it to enjoy! I never really imagined anyone could be that big!” I exclaimed. “I guess I have to ask the obligatory question,” I said a bit breathlessly. “How big is it?”

“Are you sure you really want to know?” Fitz asked mischievously, obviously enjoying dragging out the suspense.

“Yes. I do want to know! It’ll inspire me to greater efforts!” I answered.

“OK,” he said quietly. He took my hand and placed it back on his nearly soft but still enormous cock. “It’s ten-and-a-half inches. Maybe even a little bigger right when I’m ready to cum. And at least two-and-a-half inches thick.”

“Jeez,” I breathed, carefully stroking his relaxed cock a little, as if it were a pet. I could still feel it giving the occasional throb and lurch. “I thought it was only in porn that anyone claimed to be that big. But you know they make up their measurements. You’re for real!” I gazed at it and gave the base of it a quick kiss. It lurched again. “Have you thought about filling out a submission form for the Guinness Book of Records?” I giggled. 

“No! And don’t you dare do it!” he said. “I know you’re kidding, but it would just come off as egotistical and narcissistic! And I still have weird feelings about it. I can’t forget about boarding school, and how I felt when I was scared there was something wrong with me and I’d never stop growing.”

“Of course I’m kidding,” I replied. “But I do like that you’re so big. All of you. I don’t know why, I’ve always been turned on by really big guys.”

“Opposites attract, they say,” Fitz responded. “Whoever ‘they’ are, they were right. At least about us!”

“You’ll have to tell me sometime what it is you find attractive about me! Flattery will get you very far! But not now. We should get some sleep.”

“Yes, you’re right, we should,” Fitz replied. “Izzy, would you sleep here with me?” he asked hesitantly.

“My God, yes! Of course! I’d love to,” I answered. 

“Then get up here.” I could feel his hands searching for my armpits so he could pull me up towards the head of the bed.

“Wait! Just a second!” I exclaimed.

“What?”

I lifted his now soft giant anaconda and kissed the head. “So, King Kong,” I said. “Now that we’ve become such good friends, tell me what you think about Royal Doulton’s periwinkle pattern!”

I could hear Fitz trying to stifle his laughter. “You’re insane,” he said, pulling me up to lie alongside him at eye level. He pulled back the bed spread and top sheet and said “Get in!” I did and he followed, spooning up against my back. My head rested on one of his huge biceps, which was definitely harder than my pillow back home. The other arm reached over me and pulled me tight against him. “You make me laugh,” I heard him breathe into my ear. “It’s been a long time since I laughed so much. But you know how to make me laugh all the time. Thank you!” 

“I like to make people laugh,” I whispered back. “I’m glad you enjoy it. It’s nice seeing you laugh. Your face lights up when you do.” 

“And Fitz,” I continued, “You make me feel safe and protected when you hold me like this. It’s like being in our own private universe where nothing bad can ever happen.” I felt his arm tighten against me, pulling me even closer to him.”I’m glad,” I heard him say. “I always want you to feel safe and protected when we’re together.” 

“OK,” I said as I yawned. “Sleep well. But don’t be surprised if I’m talking with King Kong again in the morning! You didn’t give me a chance to hear his answer about the Royal Doulton!” 

I heard another giggle as he reached over me to turn off the bedside lamp. “You can talk with King Kong whenever you want,” he whispered. “He likes you. A lot. And so do I. Now sleep well, too.” He encircled me with his arm once again. I felt the warmth of his huge body against mine as I drowsed off. My last thought as sleep overtook me was, “This is heaven. Please let it never end.”

Part 19

In the morning I tried again to talk with King Kong about that Royal Doulton periwinkle pattern, but he had other topics in mind. “C’mon,” Fitz sighed after my heated conference with King Kong was finished. “We’ve got to get cleaned up and get to breakfast.” 

“OK,” I said sulkily as I went back to my room to shower and change clothes. When I got down to the family dining room everyone, including Jamie, was there, apparently planning their schedules for a busy day. 

“How did you sleep, Jamie?” I asked, after greeting everyone at the table. “How’s your ankle feeling?”

“I slept just fine,” Jamie answered, shooting a very sly look at Chuck. “And the ankle must be better. It didn’t wake me up at all last night. It’s still really sore if I put much weight on it, but it’s definitely a lot better than a few days ago.”

“In that case, do you think you’re up to practicing using the stairs when we finish breakfast?” I asked. “We should do it while Chuck and Fitz are around to help catch you if you start to fall or anything.” 

“Yeah, we can do that. I can’t say I’m looking forward to it, but we can’t put it off. I’m going to have to be able to use the stairs to be able to get to my room at home,” Jamie said. 

We somewhat hurried through breakfast. For a change, everyone but me had something to do. Lamar Metcalf would be back at 10:00 to do another walk-through of the outbuildings and Caroline was going to be taking him. That probably explained why she was more pulled together than usual this morning. She was wearing something smart, and there was no bed hair to be seen, nor any pillow creases. She was sitting down at the far end of the table from me but I thought I got a whiff of a strong scent. Hungry Python? It seemed early in the day for the heavy artillery, but then I also noticed she was made up and, as usual, over-accessorized. “Poor Lamar,” I thought. 

Chuck and Fitz were going to be meeting the County water department guys at the same time, and Jamie was going to tag along with them to finally get out of the house for a bit. He could just sit in the car while Chuck and Fitz followed the water department guys to check all the mains. That would leave me at loose ends, but I figured I could take advantage of the beautiful weather and take a walk, or go park myself back in the living room for a few more chapters of “Emma.” The dreadful new Mrs. Elton had made her appearance in Highbury and I was hoping there would be a glorious comeuppance! For some reason I suddenly realized there were some striking  similarities between Mrs. Elton and Caroline. Both condescending and snobbish. 

Today would be the first time for Jamie to try using the stairs since hurting his ankle, so I figured we’d be doing well if he could just go up and then down again. If he was OK with that we could try again later in the afternoon or during the evening to be sure he’d gotten the hang of it. Breakfast finished, Jamie, Chuck, Fitz, and I went to start the great experiment. I wanted to be sure Chuck and Fitz were there to stay close to Jamie on the stairs in case he were to start falling and needed to be caught. I’m too small to have been able to do that on my own — Jamie’s considerably taller and heavier than I am and I knew we’d just end up falling down the stairs together.

Happily, it all went pretty well. Jamie put the two crutches together under one arm and held on to the bannister with his other hand. With support from the crutches Jamie was able to put a little weight on the injured foot which allowed him to kind of hop and pull himself up the stairway. I could see him wincing a bit as he put weight on the sprained ankle, but he didn’t complain. We repeated the effort going downstairs and, again, with support from the crutches and the bannister Jamie was able to make it down on his own. If he could do that again later in the day we should be able to go home to Longacre tomorrow. It was hard to think about breaking up the budding romance between Chuck and Jamie and the whatever-it-is with me and Fitz, but I couldn’t help feeling we had imposed enough on the Binghams’ hospitality and it was time we Bennetts were back home.

Ten o’clock rolled around and, right on time, Lamar rolled in for his walk-through of the outbuildings. He looked remarkably edible in another of those sprayed-on polo shirts with “Metcalf Construction” embroidered on it. This one was a pale yellow that really set off his dark complexion. Instead of slacks he was poured into some form-fitting jeans that left virtually nothing to the imagination and some work boots that would be suitable for walking through the damp grass and mud around the outbuildings. Caroline stared at him like someone had just rolled in the dessert cart. I thought Lamar looked pretty delicious, too, but I reminded myself he was supposed to be terminally straight and, besides, I was in the company of three other exceptionally good-looking guys. The hottest of whom, in my humble opinion, had welcomed me into his bed the night before. 

Shortly afterward a somewhat muddy County truck drove up to the house and a couple of heavy-set water department workers came up the steps, holding rolled-up maps showing the locations of the water mains. Chuck and Fitz huddled together with them for a bit and then, beckoning Jamie to join them, climbed into the car to follow the water guys on their inspection tour. Lamar and Caroline were sitting outside on the side patio, presumably talking about the outbuildings over cups of coffee. They were out of earshot, so I couldn’t tell what they were saying, for sure, but Caroline seemed to be staring at Lamar with that deer-in-the-headlights expression. Lamar’s back was towards me, so I couldn’t see if he was staring back at Caroline but he was sitting in a relaxed sprawl that certainly would give her the full view of his worked out ex-football player’s physique. 

I wasn’t about to intrude on them so I went back to the family dining room where the coffee urn was still set up and got myself another cup before going to the living room and picking up “Emma” again. I figured I could read through a few more chapters before going out for a walk — there had been a heavy dew this morning and the grass was still pretty wet. 

I was soon into the planning and plotting for the fateful picnic on Box Hill and when I finally looked up well over an hour had passed. I got up, stretched, and decided to take my used coffee cup back to the kitchen. Lamar and Caroline were no longer on the side patio, the guys were still out with the water department workers, and the kitchen was empty. Nobody seemed to be around so, out of curiosity, I wandered down a hallway in what was clearly the service area of the mansion. Norwood Acres was an extensive property and the main house, a three story Georgian mansion, was one of the largest in Hartfield County. Even though I had been there often when it belonged to the former owners, the Addisons, I hadn’t ever been in this part of the house. 

The corridor was lined with doors apparently leading to some work rooms and small offices. Norwood is a big enough estate that a fairly good sized staff is required to keep it going, but at the moment, with the Binghams only recently moved in, the staffing seemed to be skeletal and, except for the cook and a couple of housekeepers, I hadn’t seen any other workers around. I suppose Chuck planned to wait until all the renovation work was completed before fully staffing up the place again. 

I was about to turn around and go back to the living room when I heard what sounded like some grunting noises coming from a room near the end of the corridor. I walked back down the hall towards the sound and reached one of the small offices. The light was on and I could see into the room through a glass window in the door. Nobody was there but the walls of the room were lined with TV monitors and I suddenly realized that this was a monitoring center for security cameras on the property! I opened the door and walked in and, sure enough, I could see numerous parts of the property on the screens. On one I could see Chuck, Fitz, and the water guys standing near the front gate to the estate, talking soundlessly. I heard another grunt and turned to see a number of screens, each labeled with the name of one of the outbuildings. The one labeled Ivy 2 showed the cottage living room and seemed to be the source of the audio, as well as video. And there, in the Ivy Cottage living room, sprawled in an easy chair with his shirt off and his jeans down around his ankles, was the toothsome Lamar Metcalf. On her knees, trying to give Lamar’s stupendous cock a rather clumsy blow job (she only seemed able to take the very top of it into her mouth) was none other than the Society Queen of Cleveland, Caroline Bingham, herself! It may have been clumsy, but Lamar seemed to be enjoying himself — he was leaned back in the chair, thrusting his hips up into Caroline’s face, and the grunts coming through the monitor were his.

For a few seconds I stared at this amateur porno spectacular, stunned. Then, in a moment for which I’m now rather ashamed, I reached into my pocket for my cell phone and started recording the scene I was seeing on the monitor. I had no idea what I was going to do with it, but it had flashed through my mind that Caroline was not to be trusted and having some evidence of her misbehaving might be necessary in the future. Unbeknownst to them, Lamar and Caroline were performing at a near-perfect angle to the security camera in Ivy Cottage, so they were putting on quite a show. The audio wasn’t great, but good enough to catch Lamar’s louder grunts and when he said “Yeah, swallow that big black cock, girl!” as he tried to pull Caroline’s head down farther along his huge shaft. She couldn’t, really, and some gagging sounds came through the monitor. 

“Ugh!,” I thought to myself, “Straight blow jobs! How can they be so clueless about them?” Not that I was any expert on straight blowjobs, having never been involved in  one, thank goodness! I had seen enough on internet porn, though, to know that they rarely seemed to be done properly. If they were going to bother with them at all, I always thought they should slap a wig on a gay stunt double who knew how to give a proper, deep, and wet blowjob on screen. If only as an educational tool for hapless straight people who mostly seemed to have no real idea of what a mouth and a cock should be doing to each other. 

I snapped to, suddenly realizing I probably shouldn’t be found in this part of the house acting like a junior spy. I shut off the camera on my phone, which had more than enough material on it for now, and left the security office. I had been lucky. There still seemed to be nobody around as I headed back to the living room. I had gotten away with it! I settled back down with “Emma,” but I had difficulty concentrating on it. I kept having flashes of Mrs. Elton with a strapping black footman, doing exactly what Caroline had been doing with Lamar! Not entirely improbable, either. Jane Austen had dropped some hints that Mrs. Elton’s pre-marital fortune had come from the Bristol slave trade, and scrupulous is hardly a word that describes Mrs. Elton!  However, the gold-digging vicar, Mr. Elton, didn’t seem to care about the source of his new riches, as long as they would keep him from being a poor country parson. He’d parlayed his good looks and respectable position into achieving a comfortable life and he was more than satisfied with that.