The Time Device Ch. 03 - Taking Stock

"Such a good little whore."

"Mmm hmm," she agreed, her mouth full of my cock.

"Such a good little whore."

We spent a long time fucking that night, and in the morning, I left the inn, and made my way to the manor house.

I was met by the Lord if the Manor's steward, and was taken into the hall.

"My lord," said the steward, bowing, "we have been expecting you. The Lord has ordered that we give you the finest welcome."

"Thank you, steward."

"Come, follow me."

The steward led me through the hall and showed me to a large room in the back

"Sir..., my lord?"

"Robin" I instructed him.

"Sir Robin," he announced.

"..of Loxley" I said - in for a penny, in for a guinea, I figured.

"Sir Robin of Loxley," he repeated.

A young man stood up from a stool next to a rising fire and turned to me, smiling. He was tall and slim, with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Greetings, Sir Robin of Loxley," he said, "my name is Thomas. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He bowed low, and extended his hand.

"Thank you, Sir Thomas," I said, shaking his hand.

"Please, sit down."

I sat down, on a low wooden stool.

"So, Sir Robin, I hear that you are a knight who has recently returned from the Holy Land?"

"Yes, sir," I said, "and it's good to be back."

"I am sure, Sir Robin. You must tell me all about it."

"Of course, Sir Thomas. It's a long story."

"Then let's hear it," said Sir Thomas.

So, I told them the story that I had planned. About being captured and held prisoner, and how I escaped, and came home.

"My lord," I said, at the end of the tale, "you have shown me great kindness, and I wish to show my appreciation. If there is anything I can do for you, then please, ask."

"Hmmm," said Sir Thomas, thoughtfully, "I think I know something you can do for me. If you would care to accompany me, I shall take you to the Lady. Perhaps she has something for you to do."

"Of course, Sir Thomas, I would be happy to," I replied.

Sir Thomas led the way to the main entrance and out into the courtyard. There was a carriage waiting, and he motioned for me to get in.

"Where are we going, Sir Thomas?"

"We are going to see the Lady of the Manor, of course."

"And why am I needed?"

"Because she is a very important lady, and it would not do for her to travel unescorted."

"Of course, Sir Thomas," I replied.

The cart rumbled along the dirt track, and after a while, we arrived at a large wooden building.

"Is this the Lady's residence?"

"Yes, Sir Robin," replied Sir Thomas.

The cart pulled up outside the door, and Sir Thomas jumped out, and offered his hand to me.

"Come, Sir Robin, let's not keep the Lady waiting."

"No, Sir Thomas, let's not," I replied, and followed him into the building.

It was dark inside, but Sir Thomas led the way confidently. We walked down a corridor, and up a flight of stairs, and finally, to a heavy wooden door.

Sir Thomas knocked on the door.

"Lady Marian, it's Sir Thomas. I've brought Sir Robin, as you requested."

"Come in," a female voice replied.

Sir Thomas pushed the door open, and I stepped inside.

I looked around the room. It was a large, comfortable-looking space, with a bed in the centre, and a fireplace on the far wall. There were a few chairs, and a low table, and a window overlooking the estate. 'Marian', I couldn't believe it.

"Sir Robin," said Marian, "come and sit by the fire."

She was sitting on a chair, and motioned to another, which was empty.

I sat down.

"So," said Marian, "you're the famous Sir Robin, returned from the Holy Land. Tell me, how was your trip?"

"It was...," I began, and stopped, as Marian began to take her dress off.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh," she said, "I'm just taking my dress off. I like to be comfortable when I talk."

"But, but..." I stammered.

"Oh, come now," she said, "don't be so shy. It's just us two here."

I looked at her body, hungrily. She was beautiful. She had a full, rounded figure, and her breasts were large and firm. Her skin was smooth and pale, and her eyes were a dark, lustful blue.

"Come, Sir Robin," she said, "tell me about your trip. Was it exciting? Did you see many battles?"

"No, I didn't," I said, trying not to look at her naked body. "I was a prisoner, for most of the time."

"Ah, I see," she said. "That must have been terrible."

"Yes, it was," I said.

"I'm sorry, Sir Robin," she said. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Yes, I think I do," I said.

And so I told her. I told her about being captured, and held prisoner, and how I had escaped. I told her about the journey home, and about arriving here, and how kind Sir Thomas and the Lord had been.

"Thank you for sharing your story with me, Sir Robin," she said, after I had finished.

"Thank you for listening," I replied.

"There is one thing I'd like to know, though," she said, leaning forward.

"What is that?" I asked.

"When you were in the Holy Land, did you ever think about women?"

"Yes, of course," I said.

"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I said.

"So, tell me," she said, "did you think about women a lot?"

"Yes," I said.

"Really," she said.

"Well, sometimes," I admitted.

"And when you thought about women, what did you think about?"

"Um," I said. "About... things."

"What kinds of things?" she asked.

"Um," I said. "Things."

"Like what?" she pressed.

"Well," I said. "About..."

"About what?" she asked.

"About sex," I said.

"Yes," she said. "Go on."

"Well," I said. "About... things."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Well," I said. "About... women."

"About women," she repeated.

"Yes," I said.

"What about women?" she asked.

"Er," I said.

"About sex with women," she said.

"Er," I said.

"Sir Robin," she said, "tell me, do you think about sex with women a lot?"

"Yes, yes, I suppose I do," I admitted.

"Do you think you will ever think about sex with me?" she asked.

"What? I mean, no, I mean, well, maybe," I said.

"Well," she said. "Sir Robin, do you want to have sex with me?"

"Yes," I said.

"Then," she said, standing up, "come over here."

I walked over to her, and she put her arms around me, and kissed me.

"Are you nervous, Sir Robin?" she asked.

"Yes, a little," I admitted.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm very experienced."

"What do you mean, experienced?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "I've been married, and I've had a few lovers."

"Oh," I said.

"I'm not a virgin, Sir Robin," she said, "do you mind?"

"No," I said.

"Good," she said.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked.

"No," I said.

"Do you think that makes me less attractive?" she asked.

"No, no," I said.

"I think you're quite handsome," she said.

"Thanks," I said.

"Now," she said, "let's take these clothes off."

I started to undress, but she stopped me.

"No, no," she said. "Let me."

She started to take my clothes off, slowly, and deliberately.

"There," she said, as she undressed me, "much better."

"You have a nice body, Sir Robin," she said.

"Thank you," I said.

"Are you hard yet?" She said, reaching down and grasping my cock in her hand.

"Almost," I said.

"Well, we can't have that," she said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because," she said, "then we can't have any fun."

"Fun?" I asked.

"Yes, fun," she said. "Now, lie down."

I lay down, on my back.

"Good," she said. "Now, spread your legs."

I did as she asked, and she climbed between them.

"Much better," she said.

"Lady, what are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to give you a blowjob, Sir Robin," she said.

"Blowjob?" I asked, surprised that she would use such a term in this time period

"Yes," she said, "it's a type of oral sex."

"I've heard of it," I said.

"You're not very knowledgeable about sex, are you, Sir Robin?" she said.

"I... guess not," I said.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'll teach you everything you need to know."

"Really?" I said.

"Really," she said.

"Now," she said, "put your hands behind your head, and try not to move."

I did as she asked.

"Good," she said.

Then, she put her lips to the tip of my cock, and licked it.

"Oh, god," I said.

"Feel good, Sir Robin?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Would you like me to suck it?" she asked.

"God, yes," I said.

"Mmmm," she said, "so good."

She put her mouth to my cock, and sucked it, hard.

"Oh, god," I said.

She pulled her mouth away.

"Did that feel good, Sir Robin?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I said.

"Then, let's try something else," she said.

She put her mouth back to my cock, and started to lick it, all over.

"Oh, god," I said.

"That's right," she said. "You like it when I lick your cock, don't you, Sir Robin?"

"Yes," I said.

"Say it," she said.

"I like it when you lick my cock, Lady Marian," I said.

"Such a good boy," she said.

She put her lips to my cock, and sucked it, hard.

"Oh, god," I said.

Then, she took her mouth off my cock, and smiled.

"Would you like me to go deeper?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Good," she said.

Then, she put her mouth back to my cock, and started to take it deep.

"Oh, god," I said.

"Mmmm," she murmured around my shaft.

Then, she took her mouth off my cock, and looked up at me.

"Are you going to cum, Sir Robin?" she asked.

"Soon," I said.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" she asked.

"God, yes," I said.

"Say it," she said.

"I want to cum in your mouth, Lady Marian," I said.

"What a good boy," she said.

Then, she put her mouth back to my cock, and sucked it, hard.

"Oh, god," I said.

Then, she took her mouth off my cock, and smiled.

"Do you want to cum in my pussy, Sir Robin?" she asked.

"What? Yes," I said.

"Mmmm," she said.

She lifted her hips up, and straddled my cock.

"Put it in," she said.

"OK," I said.

I put the tip of my cock to her entrance, and pushed it in.

"Oh, yes," I said.

"That's it," she said. "All the way."

I pushed my cock all the way into her pussy, and she started to ride me.

"Oh, that's good," I said.

"Mmmm," she said.

We fucked like that for a while, and then, she started to cum.

"Oh, yes," she said.

"Oh," I said.

"Fuck me, Sir Robin," she said.

"Yes, my lady," I said.

"That's right," she said.

"Fuck me harder," she said.

I did as she asked, and we both came.

"Oh, God," I said.

"That's right, Sir Robin," she said.

She rode me hard, until we both came again.

"God," she said.

"You're incredible," I said.

"Thank you," she said.

She got off me, and laid next to me.

"That was amazing," I said.

"I'm glad you liked it, Sir Robin," she said, "I think perhaps I taught you something about the ways of sex, no?"

"Maybe," I assented. "But now I'm going to teach you something of the ways of men..." got up and walked over to the table, where the remains of a meal sat. Around a joint of beef, fat had congealed into white, waxy dripping. I scooped a little up onto my first two fingers and returned to Marian. "Pull your knees up, next to your breasts," I ordered her. With a half smile, born of curiosity, she obeyed me. Her cum-filled pussy hung loosely open, and below it, her arsehole was now on display, closed and clenched tight, like the lines around a balloon knot.

I applied a liberal amount of the beef fat to her brown sphincter and a little around my shaft.

"Oh goodness, you have surprised me, Sir Robin!" she gasped, as i positioned the underside of my glans against her anus and began to push it down, gently, but insistently against her most private part.

"No, no," she protested, weakly, as I continued to push against her anus, and it slowly opened before me, allowing me to lever my cock head into her arse.

"No," she whispered, but it was too late. I was inside her.

"Ahhhh, yessss," I moaned, as her anus closed around my shaft, gripping it like a hot vice..

"Oh, my," she said, as i began to thrust slowly in and out of her arse, fucking her with short, but firm strokes.

"You like that, don't you, my lady?" I grunted, as i slowly but surely picked up the pace, driving my shaft deeper and deeper into her arse with every thrust, while looking into her eyes for signs of what she was thinking and feeling.

I decided to use the device to read her thoughts:

I can't believe he's in my bottom.

I've never had anything in there.

It feels so strange.

But it also feels good.

I've always been curious about this, but never had the chance to try it

It hurts a little, but also feels good at the same time!

I'm so turned on by this.

I want more!

I'm going to cum!

"Are you close?" I asked her.

"Yes, oh, god, yes," she gasped, as i drove my shaft deeper and deeper into her arse. I used my free hand to stimulate her clitoris, pulling her clitoral hood back, to allow the little bud to escape and begin to grow. It was hard and erect, and as i stimulated it between thumb and index finger, i could see that she was almost there.

"Come on, baby," i urged her.

"Ahhhh, god, ahhhh," she moaned, as her body shuddered, and her arse clamped down on the corona and frenulum of my cock head and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"Fuck, fuck, ahhhh," she cried, as her body shook and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. I started to slap her tits as she told over the edge into orgasm. It got her there

I watched and felt her come hard, and as her orgasm subsided, i allowed myself to release.

"Aaaaah, fuuuuuck," i groaned, as my cock throbbed, and the cum erupted from the tip of my glans, deep inside her.

"God, yeah, ahhh," i panted, as the last of my cum dribbled from the tip of my cock and oozed out of her arse and down the crack of her buttocks.

"Holy hell, that was intense," I gasped, as my cock twitched and throbbed inside her, still half hard.

"It was amazing," she agreed.

"That was some of the best anal sex i've ever had," i confessed.

"I'm glad." She smiled, but she seemed a little confused by my modern terminology, frowning slightly. I guessed they called it something like 'buggery' in 1235, but thought it best to avoid that particular line of conversation at this point.

"Definitely," i replied, "but now, we need to get you cleaned up, and then, we can go for round two."

"Round two?" She laughed.

"Yes, round two," i confirmed.

"Oh, god," she sighed, as i eased my cock out of her arse and climbed off her.

"Don't worry," i assured her, "we'll take it nice and slow."

"Good," she replied, "because, after that, i'm going to need some time to recover."

"So," she continued, as we dressed, "I have to travel to Wakefield tomorrow, to pay my taxes to the Sheriff's man, and I want you to accompany me, of you would be so kind? I believe you want to go there anyway, and I will offer you a free ride in my carriage, and a free ride in my bed, by way of thanks. What do you say, Sir Robin?"

"Yes, of course, Lady Marian, it would be an honour," I replied. I didn't have a choice, but I knew I was going to be exposed as an imposter the moment I tried to gain access to the castle.

"And then, we shall find our lodgings and continue our little game, and see what else we can teach each other," she added.

"I'd like that," I said, smiling.

"Me too," she replied.

We finished dressing, and then, went downstairs to find the steward.

"Sir Thomas," Marian said, "this is Sir Robin. He has kindly offered to accompany me to Wakefield tomorrow."

"Yes, my lady," Sir Thomas replied.

"And then, he will stay with me at the inn, as my guest. Separate rooms of course!" She added, with a wink at the steward. He smiled.

"Of course, my Lady."

"Now, Sir Thomas, if you would excuse us, Sir Robin and I are going for a walk, in the forest."

"Of course, my Lady."

"Shall we?" She said, holding out her arm.

"Of course, my Lady," I replied.

And with that, we set off into the forest, to see what fun we could get up to.

I woke up the next morning, slimming Last Marian's naked body, feeling sore and aching, but happy. The day before had been one of the best I'd had in a long time, and the sex had been incredible. We had gone for a walk in the woods, and then, had spent the rest of the evening in bed, teaching each other the secrets of the flesh. She had been insatiable, and the things she had done with her tongue and her fingers had been unbelievable. I'd had women use their mouths on me before, but Marian was something else. She had a way of taking her time, and making sure I was satisfied, before she would let me enter her.

As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our fucking, I thought about my next steps.

I mean the world was my oyster. I could go to the future, pull a Biff Tannen and become a millionaire through cheating at betting on horses etc. I could invest those millions in the stock market and only buy stocks that are about to split two for one. I'd be crazy rich in short order if I wanted, bit of course that would mean no more anonymity. I could bring a fucking main battle tank back from 2023 and be king of England in days! That would really mess history up though. I spent some time getting the device to educate me on the pitfalls and principles of being a time traveler. It turns out that it's actually quite hard to fuck things up by changing the past (or what is the past as you know it).

Imagine you are a stick pushed into the bottom of a stream or small river. The water splits, flows around you and comes back together pretty quickly after passing you. Occasionally a leaf or small twig might bump into you, or brush past you. If that stick is plucked from the river and put back into the bottom, but ten metres upstream, the water flows past in the same way. Leaves that wouldn't have bumped into you in your original position may do so in your new position, but will pretty much keep on their original course. That's what they flow of time is like. And if you do cause bigger ripples, which would cause passing leaves to sink, or to catch iny the shore, three forces of nature will work to prevent that happening by applying pressure and getting things back on track. Unless you do some seriously massive shit in the past, you won't fuck things up. Good to know.

I got up, washed and dressed, and started to prepare for my journey to Wakefield. I had the power of the gods at my beck and call; if anyone started any shit with me, I would seriously fuck their life up!

I couldn't wait.