The Lucky Blacksmith

Lady Bertha had another spat with her husband, Lord Oliver Cranberry that morning. The Lord’s newest infatuation – a country lass less than half his age - had peeved her. While Bertha was no stranger to Oliver’s philandering ways, his obsession this time irked her. For days at a stretch, he had cavorted in the company of his young mistress, leaving the undersexed Bertha to fend for herself.

In vain, Bertha tried to amuse herself with the best tools that wealth could buy. Her collection boasted an impressive assortment of dildos, plugs and balls. She soon grew tired of them and craved for the real thing.

So, that morning the fortyish something mother of two adolescent daughters rode off from the mansion in a huff. Such incidents weren’t uncommon in the Cranberry household. The attendants knew that she would return the moment her fury abated which would take a couple of hours. Bertha’s dishabille on such outings became the talk of the county. Such outbursts usually occurred on those mornings when she would wake up all restless and fidgety.The Lady would pick up a fight with her husband and stomp out in the same clothes she had slept in which weren’t much given her hot disposition.

Initially, Bertha’s female attendants tried to reason with their lady about the necessity for suitable raiment given her position as the spouse of the Queen’s representative. However, Bertha woud be too furious to be bothered. So, they learnt to turn a blind eye toward their Lady’s misdemeanor. The males on the other hand – be it the servants or the ministers or the commoners- looked forward to such occurrences. Word would quickly spread, and men would position themselves strategically to be able to admire their Lady’s fulsome curves and alabaster skin - all of which would be on ample display.

That morning, oblivious to the lustful glances, Bertha spurred her horse forward when she realized that the poor creature seemed to be in some trouble. She dismounted and looked at the animal’s hooves. One of its shoes had come off. She decided against heading back to the palace. Instead, she caught its reins and led it to the house of Robert Barnes, the nearest blacksmith.

Bertha found a bare-chested Robert crouched over the furnace staring at the orange embers. The bellows created such a din that it would be impossible for him to hear her graceful footsteps. When he rose, she saw a pair of tongs in his hand holding a piece of red metal. He placed the heated object on the anvil, lifted an enormous hammer from the floor and began to strike it with brute force.

The display of overwhelming masculinity fluttered the noble woman’s heart. The Lord was the only man she had experienced so far. He wasn’t a bad lover, but his white wiry frame seemed a far cry from the giant heaving before her. Her eyes inspected every inch of his glistening skin. She couldn’t suppress her urge to stare at the front of his breeches. Strange possibilities began to float in her mind. Shyly, she gazed at his face. Mops of unruly black hair settled over his eyes. A chiseled nose and sensuous lips embellished his striking visage.

Robert continued to furiously pound at the hot metal. When he finally stood up and held the object before his eyes, Bertha saw the result of his craftsmanship – a vicious dagger. A smile of contentment lit up his hazel eyes. Suddenly, he noticed the presence of someone else other than him in the room.

He dropped the knife from his hand and kneeled, “My good Lady! What brings thou here?”

Bertha hadn’t missed the glint in his eyes. He had seen her for only a few moments but she knew that his eyes had sized her up. She realized the inadequacy of her clothes and felt vulnerable and wanton at the same time. Moisture began to accumulate at the juncture of her thighs.

“Can you shoe my horse, dear man?” she spoke in her dulcet voice.

“But of course! My lady could have merely dispatched her servant for such a simple errand. I’d have come to the palace.”

Bertha pulled out her damsel in distress tone. “I was out riding when I saw that the shoe had come out.”

The blacksmith rose to his feet. Bertha enjoyed the confused look on his face and suppressed a smile. He is wondering what I’m doing riding out like this! If he only knew. She stood quietly for some time looking away giving Robert an opportunity to ogle her. Her hands hung by her side so his vision had full access to her frontal semi-nudity. She felt his eyes devour her flawless skin through the transparent silky material. She regretted putting on her bloomers before leaving; else he’d have seen her golden bush. Fortunately, the erect nipples of her braless breasts would not be hidden from his sight. She could perceive his labored breathing.

“I’ll get to work,” he said finally. “Where is my Lady’s horse?”

She pointed her hand toward the door. “I’ve tethered him outside.”

“But of course, where else,” he muttered. “Are you alright, my Lady?”

The words snapped her out of a trance induced by the tent that had formed in front of his breeches. Suddenly, she remembered that Robert’s young bride worked as her handmaiden. Bertha recollected the naughty conversations which she had overheard when his wife was speaking to the other maids right after her marriage. “He is hung like a horse and has the stamina of a bull,” the newlywed had narrated, describing her husband’s sexual prowess. The lump in the hulk’s trousers certainly corroborated his wife’s boast.

“Yes, I am, dear man,” Bertha said smiling sweetly. Thinking on her feet, she said, “Feeling a bit tired.”

“But of course, my Lady. Can I ask you to step into my house above,” he said pointing at the ceiling.

Lady Bertha seized the opportunity. “I don’t think I could climb up,” she lied.

“I could help the Lady if she wishes.”

Robert seemed to have recovered from his earlier fluster and gaped at her unabashedly. She wished for an opportunity to untie her waist-length blonde hair. Loose hair drove man crazy she had been told. She wanted to experiment it but didn’t know how.

“That would be nice, dear man. I could do with some rest.”

It was Bertha’s turn to be amazed now. She was expecting Robert to hold her hand. Instead, he stepped forward and scooped her up. Cradling her in his powerful arms, he walked into the doorway at the back and began to climb up a flight of stairs. She flung her arms around his head as if to support herself, but in reality to touch him more intimately. The feral smell of his sweat made her mad with lust. He walked into a sparse room and placed her on a bed.

“Rest, my Lady. I shall be back soon,” he said. She offered him her hand which he kissed with much ardor. Before leaving, he placed a jug of milk and glass on the side table. “My Lady should drink this. It will give her strength.”

Sitting alone, Bertha sipped the milk and thought about her husband’s infidelity. It annoyed her. She touched the mattress. It was the same on which the virile Robert had deflowered and impregnated his wife. She knew it from the baby bump his wife carried. Her mind made three calculations. When she heard him walk up the stairs, she unclasped her hair and let it cascade down her shoulders.

Robert entered the room. “I’ve shod your horse,” he announced with an effort. His eyes sparkled at her look. “You’ve nice hair, my Lady.”

“Thank you. I ought to go now. How much do I need to pay?”

“A nickel, my Lady.”

Bertha reached out for an imaginary purse, and, then slapped her head. “I’m not carrying any money.” She buried her face in her hands and began to sniffle.

“It is fine, my Lady. You may give the nickel to my wife, Charlotte. She works for you.”

She raised her head when she felt his presence next to her. “I don’t like to keep debts. It’d make the Lord mad,” she said fiercely.

“I’ve a proposal. I could pay in kind.”

“I’m not sure what my Lady means.”

Bertha announced the findings of the first calculation. “You’ve not had sex for a long time.”

Robert jumped back in surprise. “What does my Lady mean?”

“Charlotte is at least 6 months pregnant. You cannot have her till she gives birth,” she said as a matter of fact.

Robert stammered. “Yes, you’re right, my Lady. It’s hard for a man.”

Bertha unclasped his trousers and pulled out the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life. It wasn’t fully hard, but she still had difficulty in encircling its girth with her hands. “I’ll suck you in return for my payment.”

“Yes, my Lady,” he moaned.

Using her ruby red lips, Lady Bertha coddled the uncircumcised monster which grew even fatter and stiffer. It throbbed in her fingers as if endowed with a life of its own. Her tongue rolled along the length of the shaft and traced the contours of the protruding green veins beneath the pink skin. She felt his fingers entangle in his hair and jerk her head backward. They locked gazes as he pumped into her throat and muttered,"I've always dreamed of this, my Lady."

She pushed him away. He looked at her like a child whose lollipop has been snatched away. “I’m Bertha your bitch and your slut. Stop My Ladying me,” she said indignantly.

He stood before her and grabbed her hair. “Open your mouth, bitch and suck me. Yes, you’re such a natural. Charlotte needs to learn from you. Now keep sucking till I cum in your royal mouth.”

The copiousness of his eruption took her by surprise. She tried to drink it all, rivulets streamed out from the corners of her mouth. The erotic sight unleashed the animal in him. He pushed her onto the bed and pulled down her drawers.

“Mmmm…look at that royal cunt all juicy and wet,” he said and pasted his mouth upon her slit.

Sweet warmth engulfed her being as he sucked her clit and pushed his tongue into her pussy. Screaming loudly, she reached her peak and drenched his face with her spends.

When her body recovered from the spasms, Bertha smoothed her dress and prepared to leave. She looked in amazement at his member which had again regained its glory. Reluctantly, she turned and started to pull up her underpants.

Suddenly, calloused hands hoisted and flung her on the bed. He yanked apart her legs and placed his monster in position. Bertha smiled inwardly. She went through her second calculation once again in her mind as he mauled her breasts. The swollen tip of his cock wedged inside her. A delicious ache emanated from the joint. With a brutal shove he pushed the length of his member inside and splayed her. She almost fainted with the pain. As she felt him move inside her vagina, her dizziness faded. Delicious feelings cocooned her. Her mind recalculated. Yes, she was ovulating. “Give it to me!” she screamed as he spilled his fertile seed in her womb. I hope it's a boy, she prayed. Clawing his back, she drew him closer as her body tensed and her quivering muscles milked him dry.

XXX

A contented Lady Bertha returned to her abode and called for Charlotte, Robert Barnes’ wife. The wide-eyed maiden trembled as she faced her mistress.

“Charlotte, you’ve been a bad girl!”

Charlotte turned white with fear. “Why, my Lady?”

“I’ve seen through your entire plan. You’ve used your skilful mouth on the stable groom. You sucked his cock and made him undo the shoe of my horse. You knew I would ride away in anger and would go to your husband.”

The hapless maiden fell to her knees and begged for the Lady’s forgiveness. “My husband, he is insatiable. He insisted that I arrange a woman for him if he could not have me.”

“But how dare you choose me?”

“Because I could not trust him with any other woman.”

Lady Bertha speedily redid her third calculation. “I can save you from the gallows but on one condition.”

“Anything, my Lady.”

“You shall send that giant to my chambers whenever I want.”

Lady Bertha beamed when the disconsolate maid acquiesced to share her husband.

“Now wipe your tears and leave,” Bertha hollered.

Charlotte began to walk out. She stopped at the door and paused. Turning, she faced her mistress again. “May I ask the Lady how she
guessed my plan.”

“You stole herbs from my garden to mix in the milk to increase my heat. How foolish! You thought Lady Betha would not understand?,” the noble woman answered.

"And how did you understand about the stable groom?" the maid insisted.

"I guessed. If you'd have denied with confidence, I'd never have been sure. You'd have escaped," announced Lady Bertha to a flabbergasted Charlotte.

"Now, begone and send Barnes to me tonite," commanded Bertha with a wave of her hand.

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