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The Exchange

Chapter Eight

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Dan Caruthers was surprised to see a car outside the village pub this early in the morning. Even from this distance, he recognised it as the land rover owned by Lord Summerisle. The two men he saw loading bags into the vehicle were not easily identifiable, but Dan assumed one must have been Mr. Dampnir.

The men and the car had already left the Seamstress by the time Dan reached its front door. Since it was still before noon, Dan was not surprised to see the pub closed. He knocked on the door and waited. After a couple of minutes, he knocked again, more insistently this time.

“Ello? Oi’m comin” the voice of Issy’s older sister answered from behind the door.

The door opened and Molly Simmonds looked out blearily at Dan. Once her vision had focused, she smiled and yawned then said, “Oh ello Dan, what bring yu ere?”

Dan was always amazed at how differently the two Simmonds girls spoke. Molly, like her father, spoke with an accent that nobody could ever call anything except “rural,” while Issy’s was refined. Dan had asked Issy about this only the week before. She had explained that Molly had lived in the village all her life, while she, Issy, had lived with their mother in London after their parents divorced. Issy’s father had only won sole custody of her when she was 10, and by that time, her accent was essentially set.

Molly, was dressed in a long, grey dressing gown and her thick, curly red hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Despite this, she was still quite a sight to see. Dan looked his girlfriend’s sister up and down for a moment before speaking. “Is Issy up? I said I’d come see her before we headed out to the air strip”

Molly shook her head, “Oi dunno if Issy’s up ur not. You wanna com en?”

Puzzled Dan nodded and followed Molly into the dark recesses of the pub.

Molly leaned against the bar and waited for Dan to close the front door behind him. “Loike Oi sed, Issy moit be up, or she moit stell be asleep, Oi wodden know, she dident com ome last noit”

“Where did she go?” Dan asked, a little concerned. Molly grinned at this.

“Oh now don yu go getting all wurrid, Issy’s went ome with is Lordship” she walked a little closer to Dan “something you’d ave known ef yud not bin so busy with Mrs Jenkins”

Dan blushed at the mention of Hester Jenkins and he looked at the floor. Molly moved closer. “Oi was a bet disapoin’ed you dint com and pick me Dan, Oi woudn’t ave sed no”

Dan swallowed hard, Molly was barely six inches from him now and he could see her chest rising and falling as her breath became slower and deeper. “I’m sorry” Dan mumbled “maybe next time”

Molly laughed, “Ow sorry are yu?”

“Really really sorry” Dan replied he wondered what Molly wore beneath the dressing gown.

“Sorry enough to show moi?”

Dan nodded “Oh yes” his cock was beginning to stiffen.

Molly walked back to the bar and turned one of the high stools around so that it faced the room. Taking a seat, she said, “Com ere Dan”

Dan did as he told.

“Now kneel!”

Again, Dan did as bidden

Molly slipped off her slippers and lifted on foot to Dan’s face “Kiss et!” she commanded

Taking the young woman’s heel in his palm, Dan leaned forward and placed a kiss on each of Molly’s toes. Molly smiled and wriggled the delicate little digits against Dan’s lips.

Dan continued his supplication by placing a tiny kiss on the sole of molly’s foot and then across its top. The 15-year-old boy then began to move his lips up Molly’s shin while cradling her beautifully sculpted calf in his hand. When Dan had reached Molly’s knee, she reached out and touched his shoulder. “Oi fogev yu” she whispered.

“Oh but I need to show how sorry I am!” Dan protested with a mock indignant tone.

Molly yawned again “Oh Oi thin Oi kno another way yu cud do ‘at”

The landlord’s daughter slid off of the bar stool and took Dan’s hand. She led the boy over to the large fireplace that dominated one wall of the pub. Beside the fireplace were a couple of huge old leather Chesterfield sofas. “Loi darn” Molly instructed Dan.

The young boy lay on his back on the sofa; he lay his feet over the armrest so that his head was flat against the seat cushion. Molly was pleased that she did not have to instruct further Dan as she slowly climbed onto the settee.

Carefully the young woman began to lower herself onto the sofa, fanning her robe as she did so. Dan first notices the fluttering of Molly’s robe, then the delightful sight of Molly’s bare ass and cunt gradually approaching his face; he let out a sigh of excitement.

Molly Simmonds rested her firm round ass on Dan Caruthers’ face and then lent forward so that her pussy hovered tantalisingly above his mouth. “Not yet!” The beautiful redhead admonished her captive as she felt the tip of Dan’s tongue brush her cunt, and then she quickly pulled open the fly of the boy’s jeans.

Molly pushed the boy’s shorts down and took hold of his mostly flaccid prick. Lodging the tip between her fingers, Molly began to apply almost grinding pressure with her thumb until Dan’s sensitive cock head went from small and pink to almost purple and engorged and his prick shaft had become thick and rigid. “Now” Molly said as she lowered her pussy lips to Dan’s mouth “yu cun lek”

Molly concentrated as she felt Dan’s tongue on and in her cunt. The young women rode the pleasure but maintained enough control to ensure that she could keep a firm hold on the boy’s steadily throbbing cock. Molly allowed herself to moan only when Dan really hit the right spots and as a reward, she would slide her thumb up and down his cock head causing the 15 year old to squirm beneath her and redouble his licking.

Nothing good lasts forever, especially not oral sex, and soon Molly could feel the pleasure building beyond her control. Her breath began grew ragged and she raised herself up, releasing her captive as her orgasm hit. Leaning forward the pretty landlord’s daughter closed her mouth around Dan’s swollen cock and began to lick it.

Dan gasped for breath and writhed on the sofa as he pumped a huge jet of cum into Molly’s mouth.

The couple rested for a moment before Dan slipped out from beneath Molly and got to his feet. His mouth and chin glistened with Molly’s cunt juice and was flushed with the excitement of the last few minuets.

Molly rearranged herself on the sofa so that she was on her hands and knees. Hitching up her robe, she presented her naked haunches and now dripping pussy to Dan for the second time. “Ef yur up fer et, yu cun fook me now!” she said in a husky voice.

Dan climbed onto the sofa behind the beautiful young woman, slid his prick deep into Molly’s humid pussy and replied “Of course I’m up for it!”

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