Dirty Lady Katherine Read online

  His question suddenly broke the silence, “Are those stockings?”

  “No,” she shook her head, “Just tights.”

  “Liar,” he smiled, “I can see a little bit of the lace tops.”

  Katherine blushed slightly, but only because she’d been caught in a lie. She never wore tights, always hold ups. They weren’t exactly comfortable, but she loved the feeling of them.

  “Show me,” Tom instructed matter-of-factly.

  With a little sniff, she shifted slightly and pecked at the black material of her dress, tugging it slightly higher and giving him a better view of the dark lace embroidery that clung tightly to her thigh.

  “Do they feel nice?” he asked, prompting her.

  “Very,” she nodded, “I like to feel the cool air teasing the naked tops of my inner thighs.”

  “Show me.”

  She blinked, feeling her lashes fluttering, then uncrossed her legs and spread them a little. The lens expanded behind the glass as he zoomed in slightly, and she curled her fingers against the tops of her thighs and caressed the dress higher. A little flash of her pale skin emerged, framed by black lace and her dark hemline.

  “No underwear?” he asked.

  “You can’t see that, surely?”

  “No, not really.”

  Her knees separated a little more, and she felt the hem slipping higher. The lens winked in the sunlight, peeking at her there for a moment, before lifting to examine her face. Without thinking about it, she licked at her lower lip once more. This was further than they had been before and it was really starting to feel warm in here.

  “You look a little hot,” he smirked.

  “A little,” she was surprised she could only manage a coy whisper.

  The camera shifted down and took a look at her chest. She looked down herself and saw a tiny glimmer of sweat glistening against her smooth skin.

  “What could you do to cool off?” he raised his eyebrow.

  She said nothing, and just looked at him for a moment. With another little sniff, she lifted her hand across her chest and let it rest it on her shoulder. Her middle finger stroked along her skin and disappeared under the strap of her dress. The motion brushed it free, and she felt it drop down her arm. The camera saw a good proportion of her exposed breast, but the material had not revealed her nipple just yet.

  It looked back up at her, just as she found herself stroking a finger across her lower lip.

  “Did that help?”

  “No,” she snorted a barely audible laugh and became very aware of her long lashes as she tilted her head forward slightly.

  She hooked her thumb into a fold of material and teased the front of her dress down further. Her nipple poked free, and immediately began to pucker and grow. Her areola was flushed and engorged, which made her breast seem even more swollen.

  As the camera framed on the nipple, he asked, “Are they normally that big?”

  “No,” she breathed.

  “Why are they so big now?”

  “Who knows?” she managed to make a knowing smile for the briefest of moments, before her face relaxed into arousal once more. With a soft swallow, she bought a trembling hand to her naked boob and smothered it lightly. The heat of her palm felt yummy, and she let it tease the very end of her aching nipple. Rippling her fingers, she felt her supple flesh give slightly as she massaged it.

  A wave of self-consciousness washed over her, and the urge to cover herself up began to swell. She flicked her eyes to Tom for support, and caught a glimpse of the bulge trapped in his trousers.

  That put pay to any hint of doubt; if she could arouse even him doing this, there was no question she could arouse her subscribers.

  Her breathing had become a little heavier, and her mouth was open, the air dancing over her wet lips. The pleasure swelled up once more.

  The Lady Katherine pinched her nipple and rolled it in her fingers.

  She was so focussed on her breast now that she didn’t look up when the door opened behind Tom. Ever the professional, he didn’t react either, and the camera remained framed on her swollen nub.

  Without looking, she knew Sally had stepped in to collect the tea tray. She would be standing there silently, her hands clasped at her front, awaiting instruction, the way she was trained to do.

  But Katherine said nothing; pleased another set of eyes was watching.

  She bought two fingertips to her lips and moistened them with a delicate slurp. And as she massaged her saliva into the nipple, it rolled and glistened against the pale flesh of her breast.

  It occurred to her then, albeit fleetingly, that this had been Tom’s plan all along. He hadn’t wanted her pre-empting anything.

  Her eyes closed involuntarily as the sensations grew a little more intense, and a little gasp tickled the afternoon air. It had been over a week since she’d last played with herself, and to do so now was an exquisite treat. She opened her eyes and looked at the camera, then flicked them briefly to the door to make sure Sally was watching. She was.

  The Lady Katherine sank down in her seat and opened her legs wider.

  Her dress had hitched up to reveal her downy bush now, and she pressed her hot palm to her mons, caressing at her folds with her middle finger. Unable to tease herself with any restraint, it curled up immediately and found the little pearl beneath its sheath.

  She exhaled with a muted gasp, and mouthed a two-word prayer. Her finger flicked under the bud just the way she liked it, as she lifted her feet up onto the mahogany coffee table. The silk of her stockings slithered against the wood and teased her sensitive soles. The weight of her knees made her thighs spread wider, and she slipped a second hand down to join the first.

  She had no idea where the camera was, and she didn’t care.

  With her free hand, she gently opened her lips, and was amazed to see a little trickle of her juice seep out, teasing its way down before gathering on the material of the chaise-longue and soaking in to it. She rarely found herself this wet. It made her press her finger into the top of her hood and expose the swollen clit beneath. She stroked another finger through her moistness and bought it up to meet her button, massaging it in with a luxuriant caress.

  She heard herself whisper a breathless “Fuck,” and her eyes rolled as the pleasure swelled intensely. The urge to feel something inside overwhelmed her.

  The Lady Katherine slipped two fingers into herself.

  They slurped quietly against her silky wetness, and the walls of her purse stretched around them. Her face screwed up against the bliss and her whole body twitched once.

  Immaculate delight.

  Her cooch fluttered, pulling her fingers deeper inside with a succulent hunger. She began to pump at herself now, all the while massaging her clit. The urgency rose, and her two hands worked as one to conduct an orchestra of exquisite glee.

  The breaths were coming in sharp, soft gasps now, and her face balled into a wince of ecstasy. Her tongue curled inside her mouth, and she swore again, before biting her lower lip and thrusting her fingers right on to her g-spot.

  Her thighs tensed, and her toes curled against the table, as it erupted from her with a soft call to the heavens. Her pussy twitched and pulsed around her fingers and her little button fluttered and quivered.

  Mottles of dappled colour twinkled in her vision as she threw her head back and let it surge through her. Her chest heaved and her fingers were pushed free from their pocket.

  She swallowed hard and exhaled. Licking her lips, she felt her hand flop to her breastplate with a little slap, the wetness of her fingers palpable against her skin.

  Her eyelids fluttered as another sigh exhaled and she began to refocus on her surroundings. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she saw Tom’s camera trained on her, then flicked her eyes to see Sally at the door, wide eyed and clearly stirred up.

  “Thank you Sally,” she said through heavy breath, “You can take the tray.”

  She swallowed again and felt
her lotus pouting wide as Sally fussed at the table around her feet, her eyes constantly flicking to the pink swollen hole between Katherine’s legs.

  When she fumbled the last cup onto the tray, she looked at Katherine properly and asked, “Anything else?”

  Katherine sniffed softly and licked her lips again, shaking her head.

  The red light on the camera flicked off.

  Chapter Three

  Lady Katherine has been moist all afternoon thinking about tonight.

  The visits to her website had trebled since the new video went up. They were sat in the sun-drenched rose garden, analysing the statistics over a light lunch. Their delicate pastries crumbled easily and the red blossoms danced gently in the breeze.

  The camera was now part of the landscape, and Katherine looked out through a gap in the bushes, surveying the large estate, her brown locks flicking in the air, as it watched her intently.

  Neil gushed as he pored over the traffic data, and Tom politely showed an interest. Katherine was pleased, and flattered. For a week, lascivious eyes had watched her toying with herself, sometimes over and over again.

  The idea now was to post something new every Sunday evening.

  Her flimsy floral dress clung to her as she tried her best to phase out the boring chatter. She had been filmed almost constantly for six days now, but nothing spontaneously sexual had occurred. For some reason she’d only felt comfortable teasing herself alone in bed, thinking of them all watching her on their monitors, either pumping or fingering. She’d been particularly aroused by the comment from one couple who thanked her for the show, and told her how it had made them so frisky they had to fuck one another as they watched it again.

  They used the word fuck.

  It made her feel so dirty.

  Yummy.

  She licked at her lower lip, remembering how she’d felt when she read the comment. It immediately made her close the laptop and lie back on the bed to re-enact her exhibition alone.

  Alone. That panged at her slightly. It seemed like an age since she’d shared the warm embrace of another. Recently, she’d found herself lingering too long as friends gave her hugs of greeting. Two days ago, she looked down after a gentle farewell peck on the cheek to find her nipples poking ferociously through her silk blouse.

  It made her wonder if they were making themselves known now. Sensing the camera framing the curve of her chest, she knew the answer was probably in the affirmative. They felt hard, and her dress was paper-thin, the odds were high that they were on display.

  Tom had an uncanny knack of aiming the camera at her while dividing his attention elsewhere. He was deep in conversation with Neil, but his hands seemed to automatically follow her every move. She was convinced he could zoom in on her lips just as she was about to moisten them with his eyes shut.

  She was actually bored now, and wanted some time to herself. Maybe she would go for a solitary walk around the lake, feel the cold surge through her toes as she dipped them in the silky water, and lean back against her favourite tree and daydream with her finger.

  Yes, that sounded like a top-notch idea.

  Her gaze drifted from the lake and up the hill beyond. The giant hall stood beautifully in its surroundings, commanding and proud. It seemed further away these days though, just out of reach; a fading memory.

  She tried to shake away the forlorn melancholy, and drifted back to the tree; a giant oak that towered over one corner of the lake, framed on either side with marble follies. Her lips twitched a momentary smile as she remembered pressing herself into that marble as a tumescent hot rod pushed into her from behind. The marble had felt more delicious than the actual sex, but it had been so long ago even the short-lived pounding she got that afternoon made her yearn for another.

  Then she remembered the poor boy had climaxed after about four strokes, and she smiled again; it was a little silly to be lusting after such twaddle. No, she needed a really good seeing to.

  Fantasising about how that might go, alone under her tree, as the breeze teased her thighs and the birdsong chirruped above her was too good an idea to ignore now.

  She decided to end lunch. The little bell was the best way to do it, and as she waited for someone to arrive, she explained to Tom she was going for a walk. He seemed pleased; he had other things to do.

  The wait was interminable, but Sally finally emerged through the gap in the rose bushes and began to clear things on to a tray. Her curled red locks were tied back in to a ponytail, but a strand had worked loose from her fringe and hung coyly across her face.

  Katherine noticed Tom exploring Sally’s features with the camera, and saw her cheeks flush slightly at the attention. She was trying to ignore it, and kept flicking her eyes at Katherine.

  As Neil left to head back to his servers, Tom spoke to Sally, “Did you enjoy the show the other afternoon?”

  Sally upset a teacup with a clatter, and Tom smiled. This was a little unfair Katherine thought, but was surprised to hear Sally give a reply.

  “Yes,” she said softly.

  Tom raised his eyebrows and made a little face, impressed she had spoken up. He continued, “Do you look at the site?”

  “Yes,” she answered, not looking up from her chore.

  It was Katherine’s turn to raise her eyebrows.

  “Have you watched the video we made?”

  Sally flicked her eyes to Katherine, seeking Mistress’s permission to continue the conversation. Lady Katherine granted it with a little nod, intrigued to hear more.

  “Twice,” Sally said. “But it was more fun seeing it in person.”

  “Why?” Tom asked.

  “You can’t smell ma’am’s musky sex on the video.” And with that she gathered up the tray and walked away.

  Tom’s camera followed her, its iris moving as he obviously focussed in on her little bottom. Meanwhile, he looked at Katherine with an expression of admiration. But his head snapped away when Sally spoke from down the path.

  “Ma’am,” she said it as in pram, “Perhaps you’d like me to come to you tonight?”

  It was such an arcane phrase, one that had fallen out of use, but the power of it was palpable as Katherine heard it. She stared wide-eyed at Sally, standing with her back to them, tray in hand, looking back over her shoulder so matter-of-factly she might as well have just asked if they wanted more tea.

  Katherine’s eyes flicked down and traced over the curve of Sally’s bum trapped within her skintight pencil skirt.

  “Yes Sally,” she heard herself say, “That would be nice.”

  Sally gave a little nod and carried on her way a few steps. Just as she disappeared round a tall rose bush, she said, “He can bring his camera.”

  Silence hung in the air for several seconds.

  The Lady Katherine’s cheeks were flushed.

  “I’m going for a walk.”

  *

  It was dusk when Katherine finally stood up under the majestic oak and smoothed her dress around her hips, patting the creases flat on her buttocks. She’d spent hours luxuriating in the anticipation of tonight, bringing herself to the brink over and over again, but never once letting herself topple over it.

  The tip of her middle finger had shrivelled up having spent so much time swishing in her wetness. The cool evening air danced between her legs as she walked back to the cottage, tickling at the moistness, reminding her how damp she still was.