My mouth was full. Specifically, it was full of Sir Reginald Quailpipe’s cock. My nose was being tickled by the greying hair on his ample belly. I slid my lips slowly up his length until his rigid steed popped out of my mouth. Sir Reginald groaned as my hand took over, firmly and rapidly stroking his manhood until a tell-tale throbbing indicated that he was about to erupt.
“Oh, what a gusher, Sir Reginald!” I cooed as he showered my fingers with his pearly seed. His face had gone a deep purple, and for a tiny moment, I thought I might have pushed his excitement levels a smidgen too far.
“Are you all right, Sir Reginald?” I enquired with a genuine hint of concern. His breathing was rather laboured.
“Oh, my goodness!” he gasped. Thankfully, the purple hue of his face started to return to its more usual ruddy complexion. “I’m sure you will be the death of me. The warmth of your mouth is–exquisite!”
I smiled. “I’m glad you survived, Sir Reginald.” Glancing at the brass clock on the mantle, I continued, “Now, I don’t wish to rush you, but…”
“I understand, my lady. You need to get back to your husband, of course.”
“Oh, Lord no – nothing quite so tedious. I believe, as we speak, he’s busy being entertained by the wife of the Russian ambassador.”
“Princess Maria? Really? Won’t his presence be missed?”
“Oh, I’m sure he won’t be gone long enough to be missed, Sir Reginald. That young strumpet knows exactly what she’s doing.”
“Much like yourself,” said Sir Reginald ruefully.
“Naughty, Sir Reginald!” I chided, giving his buttocks a slap. “That harlot will likely be encasing his stiffy in that furry chalice of hers at this very moment.”
I laughed at his expression. “Are you disappointed, Sir? Did you think to cum in my sweet cunny?”
“My lady, there is, of course, nothing I would like more than burying my humble rod in your luscious quim, however, I know my place. And anyway, it may just have killed me.”
We both guffawed and I patted his knee. “Well, who knows? Maybe next time you will find me more amenable.” I gave him a coquettish smile. “If you’re lucky, I might even let you roger my nancy...”
Sir Reginald gasped.
“…but don’t forget what you need to do for me, Sir Reginald. Or next time we meet, instead of burying your little tallywag in my back door, I’ll be munching on it in a sliced meat sandwich.”
Sir Reginald shivered. “I will endeavour to do whatever I can to avoid that, my lady.”
“Good. Now, you know what the Princess is up to – what about the Duchess?”
“Oh, she won’t disappoint you, my lady – she’s absolutely raring to go.”
“Excellent. Ah, perfect timing, Florence. Would you be so good as to return Sir Reginald to the party?”
I sighed as my, ahem, maid, Florence Blowpipe, quickly escorted Sir Reginald out of my chambers.
I had barely a moment to compose myself before she returned with my next visitor; this one looking much younger; strong and solid with a neatly trimmed black beard and moustache.
“My lady, may I present the Atlantean representative to London; Ambassador Cajix.”
“Ah, Ambassador Cajix, welcome to my home!”
“Thank you, Lady Agnes. It’s so good to see you in less formal surroundings.”
“Yes, our previous meetings haven’t given us much opportunity for anything very intimate, have they? Is there something I can get you? A drink, or…?”
The look the ambassador gave me told me all I needed to know.
“Thank you, Florence–you may leave us.”
“Yes, my lady.”
I moved closer to Cajix and circled my arms around his neck.
“I’ve never had the opportunity to give you a proper welcome, have I, Ambassador?” I purred in his ear.
“Oh, call me Cajix, please.”
“Cajix…tell me, are the stories about Atlantean males true?”
“Well, that would depend on what you’ve heard, Lady Agnes.”
I reflected. Ever since the surfacing of the Atlanteans years ago, there had been rumours and speculation.
Where did they come from? What had they been doing?
Still, nobody knew where their home was. In the ocean, yes. But where exactly? Nobody knew, and they weren’t telling.
Acceptance had been fitful. And then, as they became integrated into civilised society, the questions had become more intimate. Not least because of the rumours.
I whispered in his ear and watched his eyes go wide. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed my lips. “Would you like to find out, my lady?”
In answer, I rested my hand on the bulge in his pants. He grinned. “Your reputation precedes you, Lady Agnes.”
“Mmm - and what exactly have you heard about me?”
With one arm around my shoulders, Cajix cupped my buttocks with his other hand. “That you are intelligent, clever, and not to be underestimated.”
“Is that all?” I breathed in his ear as I undid his trousers and slipped my hand inside.
“Oh, no. I’ve heard plenty of other things; she’s a, ahmm, generous hostess who welcomes her guests with warmth and enthusiasm.” His hands were busy under my skirts.
I nibbled his ear. “Well, I cannot, ohhhh - deny any of those things?”
Oh, my lord, he had clever fingers!
“We do have business to discuss, Lady Agnes.”
“Maybe afterwards,” I mumbled.
He laughed. “Very well, if that is what you wish?”
“Oh, I wish it very much, Cajix,” I breathed. “In fact, I insist. To cement our–alliance, shall we say?”
Damn, I was getting way more than I’d bargained for! If what I’d heard was true, this was going to be a very interesting experience indeed! Oh, what we did for the cause!
ooOoo
He’d used me! Used me like a cheap dollymop!
But, I admitted to myself, it was, perhaps, worth it.
It hadn’t taken us long to disrobe. Cajix had freed my babs from their holster and I’d lowered his trews, and…
“Oh my…”
His cock hadn’t been so much long, as unbelievably thick. And…?
“What’s this?” I’d asked, stroking another appendage just below his bulbous rod.
“That, my dear Agnes, Is my stipulus. You might think of it as a kind of tentacle.”
So, the Atlanteans really were different!
After that, things had progressed swiftly. It hadn’t been long before I’d found myself kneeling face down on my bed with my bare arse in the air whilst Cajix fucked me from behind with his massive tool!
At the same time, his stipulus had started to tickle my back entrance, seeking a way inside. I’d begun to panic as his length wormed its way inside me. Oh, my God! What was happening?
“Relax, Agnes, my dear. I promise it will not hurt. And it will do things to you you’ve never dreamed of.”
and his stipulus had pushed its way inside me, slithering past my starfish, finding a part of me that none had ever found before.
“Ohhhhhh…”
He’d been right. I’d never felt anything like it, as it pushed onwards and upwards, stimulating and impaling me. Meanwhile, his cock had stretched my madge beyond anything it had experienced before, either.
Oh, lord – What was this man doing to me?
My jugs had swung to and fro as he’d rogered my wet cunny and unsuspecting backside with his dual weapons. I’d abandoned any sense of decorum as he’d driven both deep inside me and I’d made increasingly loud, unladylike noises, leaving no doubt about the state of my excitement.
And then he’d cum in me. He’d shot copious seed from his dual cannons and it had been so utterly overwhelming and filling! I’d cried out as I’d felt him pulsing; it was like two geysers erupting inside me, creaming my insides, driving me over the edge…
And then I’d fainted.
ooOoo
When I came round, I saw Cajix leaning over me, a smile upon his face.
“Oh, my Lord!”
His smile widened.
I’d been used like a whore. Between my legs I was so wet it felt like a dam had burst. I was leaking a river of cum, and I really, really couldn’t afford this. I needed my wits when dealing with this devious man. He held the key to so many things.
Feeling at a distinct disadvantage, I quickly started to dress.
“Tell me – honestly - where does Britain stand on the war between the United States and the Confederacy?” he asked.
I frowned. Damn, he was getting straight into it. “I’m sure you know this, Cajix.”
“Humour me.”
I sighed. “My husband, as usual, is playing both ends against the middle. Many here in Britain sympathise with the plight of the South. They think the Northerners to be tiresome meddlers.
“And what about the slavery issue?”
“Well, as you know, Britain abolished slavery over fifty years ago. But, once again, the North doesn’t seem committed to emancipation. And the protectionist Union trade policy is likely to drive supporters away. The Confederacy, on the other hand, provides the cotton Britain desperately needs for its factories.”
“And what do you think, Agnes?”
“Unless something changes, I think Britain will continue to sit on the fence. Which is likely to cause a degree of soreness to one's nether regions if one is not careful.”
I finally faced Cajix fully dressed and respectable once more.
“Lincoln needs to understand that neither Britain nor France will support the Union as things stand. At the moment, they aren’t supporting the Confederacy either, but my sources tell me that could change. If the President wants to get them off the fence in his favour, then he needs to act, and act soon.”
“What would you suggest, Lady Agnes?”
“Lincoln could issue a proclamation announcing the freedom of all the slaves in America,” I suggested.
“And you think that will entice the British and French to support the Union?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s what you want to happen?”
“Of course I do. You know what we stand for, Cajix. The civil war in the Americas is already turning. Even without European support, the Confederacy is likely to lose eventually.”
“Hmmm.”
“What does that mean, Cajix? What are your aims?”
“We, too, need support. Many countries still reject our overtures. We need allies, and the North is the most likely candidate.” He paused. “And we can help with that.”
“How?”
Cajix hesitated. Then he sighed.
“I will tell you something I know; The CSS Scorpion is due to leave Mobile, Alabama in seven days. She will attempt to break the Union blockade. On board are Confederate envoys seeking European support. Plus a very large amount of gold bullion.”
Bribes!
“I see. And what do you want me to do?”
“Stop them.” He said simply.
“And why can’t you do that? Sea power is what you do best.”
“Because we don’t want to be seen to be involved. And your methods tend to be so much more subtle, my dear.”
I bit my lip. “That’s it?”
Cajix shrugged. “We could do with a little help from your sisters, Lady Agnes,” he said. “We understand how persuasive they can be when whispering in the right ears. You have an incredible reach around the world, whilst we are still barely recognised.”
“You’re calling in your favours?”
He smiled. “I don’t like to think of it quite like that. I consider it–more of a trade. Our continuing support with the technology and construction you have been receiving from us in exchange for your covert influence and power.”
“You ask a lot.”
“The machines we have helped you build are the best, and you know it!”
Yes, I did know it. But I still needed to know more if…
“Hmm. But I still don’t really understand your–objectives,” I said, trying to draw out the answers I needed.
“Like you, we are playing – how do you call it – the long game. Our alliance with your Sisterhood is critical to our plans. You are critical. You wield a power that transcends national borders. We value that, as you value us.”
He grinned. “And we greatly admire your continuing aspiration for female ascendancy in this male-dominated world.”
I studied him for a moment. Did I believe him? Not for a minute. And I certainly couldn’t trust him. No, he was just trying to moisten my muff.
There was something else, too. Something he wasn’t telling me. He was using us, but I still didn’t know what he hoped to gain. I would have to play along to find out.
“Very well. Seven days? That’s going to be tight, even for us. I had better get a move on. The Cunnylingus is ready to sail. I will join her tonight and set up the intercept.
Cajix smiled. “Thank you, Lady Agnes. If you are content, I will loan you one of my navigators. She’s, um, already on her way to join your vessel.”
“Oh? You anticipated my cooperation?” Then I did a double take. She? In the fifty or so years since these people had bubbled to the surface, an Atlantean woman had never been seen. Indeed, many wondered if they even existed.
“You’re sending a female?”
He shrugged modestly. “With you, Would I dare do anything else, my lady?”
Well, this was an interesting development. I would look forward to meeting this person. Yes, very interesting indeed!
ooOoo
As Florence and I entered the elevator at the rear of my lodgings and began to descend, I reflected. I didn’t trust Cajix. Atlantean or not, he was a man. And men simply couldn’t be trusted with the future. Men were stupid, selfish, self-centred, arrogant fools lacking in real vision.
And here I was on yet another mission. In public, I represented my husband and the British government, yet in reality, it was the Sisterhood whose interests I really embodied. Now, however, I was also working for the Atlanteans. I’d have to watch myself or I could end up in a lot of trouble.
The elevator finally opened deep under London’s streets. Deeper even than the new underground railway that was being built for the citizens of the capital. But this railway belonged to us! To the Sisterhood. And standing ready was a gleaming steam engine. Christened the Penetrator, this train and the private–secret–underground railway line had been constructed with Atlantean assistance. I had to concede that they had been instrumental in helping us build our network. But at what cost?
Florence and I boarded the Penetrator, and we set off, reaching top speed in only a minute or so. Even so, it would be several hours before we reached our destination. Plenty of time to gather my thoughts and discuss things with my number two.
