Needy (closed for Lord Luck)

Xee

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Lady Poppy was a well respected woman in the county of Norfolk. No one had a bad word to say about her but she had a bad word for some one. Her husband.
She got wet over every man she saw due to her lack of pleasure but no one caught her eye more than the young stable boy at the age of nineteen he was in the prime of his life where as Poppy was twenty-nine and loosing her youth rapidly.

Today was grey and dry. Looking at the grand father clock next to the window Poppy decided to take a ride. This also meant she got to see the stable hand. Putting down her needle work she stood and crossed the room.
Summoning the maids she changed into her riding cloths; wail bone corset and fluid skirts.
Hurrying down to the stables at the other side of the grand gardens and through the wooded area she stopped and caught her breath.
Leaning against the stable she straightened her hat and hair. "Stable hand?"
 
Young Lionel was busy, today. He had just finished cleaning himself after taking some time into brushing the Lord's favourite mare, using all of his skill to have her fur almost glittering and soft to the touch. It had been a throughout job, and now the tall, lean young man was both sweaty and breathing heavily.

He had his hair well trimmed, the faintest shade on his chin his pubescent beard. His eyes where interested, dark green eyes. When he heard a woman's voice.

"Yes, my lady?", he awnsered as he witnessed the gorgeous Lady Poppy.
 
Flicking her long blond fringe out of her eyes Lady Poppy stepped into the gloomy stable looking around for the stable hand, "Lionel?" She demanded into the gloom. Nerves gripped her and her heaving breasts began to rise and fall behind her tightly laced red velvet corset.
She couldn't see far past her husbands horse and the gloom over took the small space. As she thought about the young boy her loins began to burn with lust she called out again and stumbled over some straw. Falling into someone she looked up to see if it was Lionel.
 
The stable boy was both surprised and relieved to see that it was really Poppy that had fallen into his arms. She had stumbled upon something and fell, and it was by mere chance that Lionel spread out his arms to embrace her, preventing the Lady to fall on her knees and defile her clothes. He held her tight in order to raise her to her feet, his cheeks blushing at the feel of a woman so close to himself.

"My... Lady. Beware the hay...", he mumbled, "W-What can I do for you?"
 
Flustered Poppy flicked her blond fringe out her eyes again and straightened up. "Thank you." She said in her most dignified voice trying to gloss over the fact she'd just pressed her body up against such a man as Lionel. "I wish to take Opal out for a couple of hours."
Opal was her favourite dapple grey horse. Looking up into the boy's eyes her green ones glittered with desire and she found herself whispering "Would you like to join me?"
 
"I-I would love to, Ma'am...", Lionel mumbled back, trying not to appear too overwhelmed by the gorgeous woman before him, thinking on how should he act to get her better side.

"But the other workers here took a couple of horses to the Blacksmith, to get her knew irons. Opal was amongst them. I'm sorry, Ma'am...", he apologized, hoping that he would not make Lady Poppy leave with that remark.
 
"Well who do you have left?" She said briskly stepping back out the stable to get away from the man while her cheeks smarted with embarrassment. She turned in the cobbled court-yard. Looking around at the other stables she saw only one horse. "Well I guess we can go out in the cart for a bit. Exorcise this young one." The horse was indeed small and looked as though it had been a little neglected by her and her husband.
Turning back to Lionel she smiled and walked over to the cart her staff used to go to the farm for hay. There was lots in it. Grabbing the holster she tried to pull it out into the middle of the caught yard. Then stopped because it wouldn't move. Panting she took off her shawl and gloves so she stood just in her corset and skirts, her shoulders bare and pail.
Pulling again it began to roll. No wander the workers couldn't work every day it was hard.
 
Lionel jumped over the cart with more than a little eagerness, almost falling behind it's load as he took upon the leathery leash, taking it towards the meager horse. Poor creature. That one had not seen any movement in quite a while.

"My Lady, there's no one else in the Stables, right now. If she'd prefeer to stay...", he told her as he started to prepare the cart. It would take him some minutes, and he always tried to catch a glimpse of Lady Poppy's frail, milky white shoulders. She was almost maddening gorgeous to this poor, young man.
 
Poppy took the small brown steed out of its stable an backed it into the single holster. "No well take this poor thing out." Finishing preparing the horse and cart Poppy smiled up at Lionel and walked around to hop onto the cart but couldn't reach. "Errm .. Lionel. Please could I get some help?"
Her cheeks flushed pink again as she thought about his large hands on her hips and breath on her naked shoulders.
Poppy turned her deep green eyes on Lionel she pleaded with him to hold her.
 
The young lad complied happily to the Lady's begging, her eyes telling him of something he could not yet discern. Standing behind her, and closing into her even still, Lionel lowered his hand to grab at her hips, fiercely, his callous touch at her was more than just appealing.

"Now... up;", he said, lifting Lady Poppy over the cart. He was so close that he had to use his groin to help lifting her, rubbing it against her ass with no little pleasure. And so, jumping over the cart to take the leash, he sat down, smiling and eager to serve his Lady.

"To where now, Ma'am?"
 
Lionel's touch has sent shivers down her spine. She smiled thankfully at Lionel and said, "Take me across the woods. I haven't seen the green in a while."
Sitting next to Lionel was hard her skin kept lightly bushing his. He small dainty frame next to his lean working body looked odd but she did not notice Poppy was too busy trying not to get excited. Pressing her finders into her crotch she tried to stop the damp growing but it just excited her further.
As they trundled through the thick woodland she looked around but really her minds eye was undressing Lionel.
Her lust became too intense and she uttered a little cry. Clapping her hands to her mouth she looked around to Lionel to see if he'd noticed.
 
The young horse-caretaker had been quite aroused into sharing the presence of Lady Poppy that he smiled all the while, ever trying to remain cautious and not too dastard around her. If she found him too aroused, she would surely complain to the Master of the Stables. Deep into the woods, however, Lionel stopped the cart.

"Are you allright, Lady? Is there something wrong?"
 
Throwing all corrosion to the winds Poppy reached out and cupped Lionel's sweet natured face in her white little hands and pressed her scarlet lips to his as her breast rose and fell with excitement.
Pulling away from Lionel, Poppy looked up into his eyes and then jumped into the back full of hay. She knelt in the hay and looked up at Lionel as she rose her hands to the laced corset and began to undo the bow revealing her ample bust showing him.
As she unlaced her corset her hand crept to her skirt and pulled it up showing him her naked legs and other beneath.
 
"What the...."

He said between his teeth as the Lady jumped over him, craddled his face into her arms and kissed him fiercely. What was going on? He arose, scared, watching as Lady Poppy started to strip her bodice down, her ample cleavage showing itself to him. His cheeks grew red as he stood up.

"What are you doing?"
 
Poppy blushed furiously red and covered herself up and said, "Don't you ...? I..." Springing up she turned tail and jumped out the back of the cart and strapped back up her breasts and said, "Well if you don't want to please your mistress then you should take me back." Climbing back into the cart with difficulty Poppy settled herself next to him and stuck her nose in the air ignoring his bewilders stares
 
"I-I... should... what?"

Lionel was at complete miss. He was still trying to process what Lady Poppy wanted of him. She had started to strip for him, then blushed and now claimed that it was his fault that she was displeased. Lionel stepped into the back of the hay cart, somewhat lost still.

"No! I want to! I only want to please my Lady!", he started, anxious. If word got back he would be fired!
 
Looking back round at Lionel. "Well then you better get into the back of this hay cart" She climbed back into the hey and looked up at him and added, "If you want to keep your job." Pulling her hat pin out of her hair it fell down her back long and golden like the hay around her.
Poppy felt embarrassed when he rejected her and if he refused to please her she could get him sacked. They'd all believe her.
Looking down at her hands in her lap she waited for Lionel to make his move.
 
Slowly, Lionel started to take down his pants.

He had heard that some powerful women in nearby properties would do the very same with their own helping hands. This would be no different. But yes. He liked her He loved the feel of her soft hands, and how enveliping was her scent. He would not have much to deny her. As he took it down, his half hardened hung meat piece jumped away, more than a little aroused by this whole situation.
 
Reaching up Poppy put her white hands around the thick many appendage and rubbed up and down it gently. Looking up into Lionel's eyes Poppy put her lips to his penis and inserted it into her mouth.
Sucking gently she closed her eyes liking the feel of him in her mouth and the satisfaction she got from it.
With one hand she unlaced her corset and began to let her cleavage bulge from it.
 
He moaned down as he felt Lady Poppy running her soft, pale hands over his member. At least, Lionel was proud of being the possesser of such a long, thick and virile member. Many of his partners had been surprised to see that he held more in his pants that he showed.

"Aaahh... Yes...", he groaned, one of his hands over the Lady's head, caressing her hair as she worked down his hardness, feeling her moist enveloping himself.
 
With her tong, Poppy inspected every inch of Lionel's throbbing penis letting her hands wander around his groin. She found that he liked it when she softly stroked his scrotum.
His large hands stoking her hair was lovely to her and longed them to wander freely.
At that moment she shivered with anticipation waiting for his move on her.
 
"P-Please, Lady... Go on..."

Lionel had both his hands over Poppy's head, the both of them caressing her hair with more than a little enthusiasm. He started to kindly force her head against his groin, sensing her breath against his sensitive skin.

"T-Take it on your mouth... the deepest that you can..."
 
Poppy slipped her red lips over Lionel's penis and sucked ever so gently at first. She did this for a while then sucking a little harder and faster built up the pace, pushing his member deep into her mouth. While she did this her hands stroked the base and a little further up of his penis because she felt it was getting left out. Sucking really hard and fast Poppy felt Lionel's knees shake and his hands tighten in her hair.
 
Young Lionel groaned as he looked down towards Poppy's features, watching with interest at how his member dissapeared into her moist mouth, only to appear again a moment later, drapped in her saliva and his own precum - as it washed down to reach her tongue. The wet, warm feeling was just overwhelming - he could actually feel his legs shivering.

"L-Lady... y-you are great..."
 
Poppy stopped smiling at the effect she had had on the young man. Standing up she kissed up his neck and whispered to him, "Get down on your knees".
As he did so she threw her skirts over his head and pulled it towards her wet excited, woman hood.
 
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