Dinner ended, and the footman opened the doors to the dessert room.
Through the blue gas canopy, Marlene could make out two black shapes in the bright yellow square of the doorway. A second later, Jeeves turned on the overhead light, hurting her eyes, which had grown accustomed to the dark. Marlene blinked. The approaching footsteps of the host and guest echoed in the vast empty room. They got really close...
- ... And now, Sir Henry, let me treat you to a little exotic dessert. You will like it, I am sure.
- To be honest, I'm not a fan of sweets... but if your pastry chef is as skilled as your cook, I probably won't be able to resist.
- I'm just SURE that you will not resist such a temptation ...
“I am intrigued, Lord Erdington. Rumors about the wonders of your house have even reached France. Friends in Paris asked me more than once, knowing that I knew you, if I had ever dined with you.
- I'm sorry I couldn't invite you to my place earlier. I think you will understand me ... However, the miracle that you are about to see was created for the most part not by my confectioner, but by nature itself ... But enough talk. Let's move on to dessert. Jeeves!
The butler pulled the cord, and the light curtain soared up to the ceiling.
The guest's reaction exceeded all the Lord's expectations. Sir Henry inhaled noisily and froze, his face first pale, then covered with red spots. For a few seconds he was silent and stood still, while Lord Erdington admired the effect produced, obviously not hiding it.
“However, Sir Henry, I did not expect my surprise to make such an impression on you. Maybe you are so shocked by the appearance of this dish that you refuse to try it?
These words brought the young gentleman to his senses. He flushed and hastened to assure the lord of his desire and readiness to proceed to dessert.
Marlene listened to the conversation. Through half-closed eyelids she saw Lord Erdington and his guest. As they got closer, she even caught their scents - the familiar thick aroma of the house's owner's expensive cigars and the subtle, fresh scent of Sir Henry's perfume.
- I advise you to start with fruit, my friend.
Marlene felt the lord's warm hand take hold of her left wrist. She tightened her hand slightly to keep the fruit syrup from seeping through her fingers. The lord raised her hand to her mouth, and she felt his lips gently and slowly taking thin slices of pear and guava. Sir Henry, following the example of the host, also proceeded to dessert. The movements of his lips and tongue, awkward at first, became more and more confident.
Marlene felt a drop of thick syrup creep down her left wrist. As she descended almost to the bend of her elbow, Lord Erdington noticed her and licked up the entire sweet path with a long stroke. There were few fruits in Marlene's palms, and they quickly ran out. The master and Sir Henry straightened up almost simultaneously, leaving her hands behind.
She couldn't see their faces, but she was pretty sure they both looked as casual as if they were eating dessert from an ordinary outlet with a fork and spoon.
- Well, now, maybe a little wine before we move on to chocolate cream?
Sir Henry looked around the table for what the lord was talking about. Curls of brown (so seductive on pink!) were rising up the... flat sexy stomach, getting very close to... very, very close, even crawling into the hollow between...
- Excuse me, lord, I didn't hear... what did you say?
- A little wine before we get to... True, my friend, I see that your head is already spinning.
- The wine in your cellars is excellent, I cannot refuse.
- Jeeves! Fill Sir Henry's glass.
- But... you, lord?
- After you, my friend, do not worry.
Jeeves walked over to the table, holding a bottle wrapped in a crisp white napkin. Feeling the butler leaning towards her, Marlene parted her lips. Jeeves carefully filled the girl's mouth with wine, wiped a transparent drop from her delicate chin with a napkin, and walked away.
- Please, sir, hurry up. As the wine warms, it won't be so pleasant in contrast to Marlene's hot lips.
- Her name is Marlene?
- Yes, but you will still have the opportunity to get to know her better. Now, don't waste your time.
Sir Henry bent over the girl's face. The lowered eyelids quivered, a charming blush spilled over her cheeks. Plump pink lips were slightly damp from the wine, parted mouth beckoned ... Cautiously pressed to Marlene's lips, Sir Henry felt the pleasant, exciting taste of wine. It was mixed with a strange aftertaste of the girl's saliva - no less intoxicating and insanely exciting. The cool wine really contrasted wonderfully with the hot lips and tongue. Trying to drink everything to the last drop, Sir Henry slipped his tongue over the girl's cheeks, licked the teeth, which still had sweet drops. And finally - a pleasant surprise - at the tip of the tongue, Marlene served the guest a juicy cherry ...
When the young gentleman straightened up, everything was swimming before his eyes. It took Sir Henry a few seconds to recover himself, to meet Lord Erdington's gaze, and to express his admiration with his eyes.
- Sir Henry, do not get lost, proceed to the chocolate ...
With these words, the lord pressed his lips to the amazing glass, already refilled with Jeeves.
The young gentleman meanwhile leaned with bated breath to the very beginning of the lacy chocolate path. It came from the very bottom of Marlene's stomach, and Sir Henry almost fainted from the heady aroma emanating from the main delicacy ... resting his hands on the edge of the table, the old lord's guest leaned very low and touched the brown curl with the tip of his tongue. Licking it off and feeling the warm velvet of his skin with his tongue, Sir Henry moved on to the next one, then moved on...
The amazing taste of chocolate, which always and in everyone awakens greed and passion, made him forget about decency and caution for a few moments - suddenly, with a strangled groan, the young gentleman rushed along the sweet path to the very navel, surrounded by a wreath of white chocolate, greedily dug into him with his tongue , but he lingered only for a moment and already moved on, forward, smearing soft curls on Marlene's skin. The moment the girl felt Sir Henry's cheek touch her chest, the visitor stopped. Having licked the last petals from the captivating hollow, the young gentleman forced himself to tear himself away from the dessert.
Wiping his chocolate-stained lips with a napkin handed by Jeeves, Sir Henry looked at the owner of the house. He slowly and tastefully, closing his eyes, moved up, leaving no brown marks on the pink velvet. Something told the young gentleman that in this situation he should forget about etiquette and just continue. He looked inquiringly at Jeeves, who, with a knowing nod, signaled his guest to wait. In a second, he was already spreading snow-white ice cream cubes from a silver dish on Marlene's pink chest. Sir Henry watched, without stopping, how they lay down on the hot velvet skin, how they immediately melted a little, descending white thick streams down ... how the metal ice-cream spatula touched Marlene's body ... how the girl's brown nipples wrinkled, hardened and lengthened. .. as Jeeves pours thin streams of syrup on ice cream ... Fascinated by the spectacle, he did not even notice that the lord had finished with chocolate and stood a little to the side, watching the guest.
When, at last, the dexterous white-cuffed hands ceased to flicker over the table, Sir Henry, having overcome his dizziness, leaned slowly towards Marlene's breast. It cost him tremendous strength to overcome the unbridled desire to grab, squeeze the girl’s breasts in his palms, smear the cold mass over her body, greedily cling to her nipples ... closing his eyes, he extremely slowly lowered his face down, inhaling the sweet aromas until the burning cold did not touch his lips. He froze for a moment and stopped, enjoying the slight burning sensation on his skin, moving his lips over the ice cream, enjoying not yet the taste, but the cold and anticipation ... Then Sir Henry licked the delicacy, then another, and again ... through pleasure, he thought, that the ice cream is actually cold, and must be burning Marlene's skin very badly. He wanted to save her from the pain as soon as possible, he began to eat faster ... when his tongue touched the skin, he felt the heat of her body breaking through the cold ...
Despite the fact that Marlene was already accustomed to her very strange duties, it did not become easier for her to fight the growing excitement every time. She was perfectly aware of every movement of the visitor's tongue, she shuddered at the contrast of his hot lips and cold dessert ... but, unlike the young gentleman, she paid attention to what Jeeves was doing. She habitually spread her legs when he touched her knees... carefully lifted her ass so that he could put a pillow under her buttocks... Marlene felt the cold metal spout of a special vessel entering her very moistened bosom... she accepted it with pleasure and felt a thick and hot liquid flowing into her. And then, when her little hole filled up, when the guest licked each of her nipples for the last time, Jeeves' fingers deftly inserted an olive into Marlene's hole, and she habitually squeezed it to prevent the drink from pouring out.
Even when there was not a single drop of dessert left on Marlene's flushed chest, Sir Henry still continued to kiss her ... the knock on the door brought the guest out of his daze - he abruptly got up and saw that he was alone in the room with Jeeves. The young gentleman looked anxiously at the butler, fearing that he had offended his master by his behavior.
- Don't worry, sir. Lord Erdington didn't want to interrupt you and told me to just tell you to finish without him. He likes to take a nap after dinner in the living room. You can join him when you're done.
Sir Henry still felt embarrassed that he had completely forgotten about the hospitable host. But passion, curiosity and excitement made him stop thinking about everything in that very second. He again eagerly looked at Marlene, trying to guess what awaits him next. She lay in front of him now actually naked, and the exquisite delicacies did not distract Sir Henry from the natural beauty of her body. He wanted her so passionately that he could hardly contain himself.
- Would you like some hot punch, sir?
- That would be great, Jeeves.
The butler gestured for the guest to go around the table. The excited gentleman obediently stepped between the girl's legs, which were now slightly bent at the shins. Only now did he notice that Marlene's pubis was covered with a snow-white napkin. He imagined what it could mean and circles began to appear before his eyes... As soon as Jeeves tore off the white cloth, the visitor pressed his lips to the girl's pubis with a groan. He wasn't sure, but he thought she flinched at his kiss. This aroused him even more, and he resolutely parted his pink lips with his tongue ... licking the juice of desire that had come out from them, Sir Henry, as if by accident, touched Marlene's clitoris with his tongue and again felt her shudder, with difficulty restraining her excitement.
The young gentleman was trembling with passion and cold, he decided to get to the punch as soon as possible ... but, penetrating the hole with his tongue, he found a barrier ... at first he tried to push the olive with his tongue, but Marlene squeezed it with all her might .. Then the guest clung to the girl's bosom with a long sucking kiss, the olive yielded, and behind it a spicy hot drink slowly flowed into his mouth ... Closing his eyes and groaning, Sir Henry drank it, afraid to miss even a drop. Most of all, he wanted now to be left alone with Marlene ... To be an ordinary woman and belong to him. The thought that he would have to break up with the girl when he finished his last drop drove him crazy, making him even more greedy. Sir Henry sucked everything to the last, licked every fold several times ... he was afraid to straighten up, because he knew that this would mean the END ... but he still had to do it. He straightened up, stood for a few seconds, holding on to the edge of the table to get rid of the dizziness. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the visitor took the napkin offered by Jeeves.
- Did you enjoy the dessert, sir?
- Yes... Jeeves. It was excellent.
“Then maybe you won’t refuse to take part in another tradition.
What tradition are you talking about, Jeeves?
“You see, sir… it’s so common in Lord Erdington’s house that the most honored guests clear the table and wash the dishes themselves after dessert. The bathroom is behind that door, where you'll find everything you need... and if you need help...
- Thank you, Jeeves, I don't think you'll need it.
With these words, Sir Henry lifted Marlene in his arms and confidently carried her to the bathroom ...