Kate Beckinsale Does Literotica

Note- This is in no way truthful and is all made up by myself.

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Kate Beckinsale had been influenced by two things recently. One, her love of English movies from the thirties and forties. And two, her discovery of the website known as Literotica. There she had read and enjoyed several stories by other celebrities, in particular those that portrayed historical themes, like Scarlett Johansson and Emma Watson's entries. The acclaimed actress was in her home in London whilst on a break between filming and had found herself at a loose end. There and then she decided to attempt a story of her own and submit to as well. Having just viewed the terrific 'The Wicked Lady' with James Mason and Margaret Lockwood, Kate chose to write a story about a female highwayman based on the movie. Featuring herself as Lady Kate Bee the English actress did some research on the period on google and set about writing her tall tale.

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It was common, even in the 18th Century to romanticise the highwayman and give them euphemisms such as 'knights of the road' or 'gentleman thieves.' This particular type usually travelled and robbed by horse and targeted public stagecoaches for their loot. In the year of Queen Anne's reign, 1710, Captain Jerry Jackson was the most current and most notorious in England and a price of three hundred pounds was the handsome reward for his capture.

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Lady Kate had not been married a year and was bored and stifled by her marriage to Sir Ralph. The brunette beauty had the face of an angel, but a wicked spirit that had found her stealing her best friends betrothed and squandering the wealthy landowners inheritance to boot. She so adored fine food and the most extravagant of dresses. At the same time, by bad luck and judgement, Kate had lost her jewels, including her late mother's ruby brooch, in an ill advised game of Ombre.

"By all that's holy my dear Kate, you must take up arms and become a female highwayman in order to regain your lost wealth. Just like Captain Jackson! I hear he is about these parts."

"You really must stay for the remainder of the week. That way I will be permitted to win my brooch back."

"Sorry my dear, I have a supper date tomorrow evening. We must away before sunset."

Lady Henrietta poured scorn on Kate as she collected her winnings and laughed heartily as she planned to leave the large rural estate of Kate and Sir Ralph that same day. The sister in law usually rubbed Kate the wrong way and this was just about the limit. That whole bitter evening Kate mused and considered the cold words spoken to her and an idea began to take shape in her mind. She WOULD masquerade as Jackson and, in an exquisite twist, hold up Lady Henrietta and her party and take back what was hers. Not only would she get back what was rightfully hers it would provide the excitement and intoxication she so craved.

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Kate waited until the four wheeled carriage with falling top pulled out of the gravel courtyard and trundled on its way tugged along by the two horses. Inside were Lady Henrietta, her husband and young niece Elizabeth. All that evening Kate had prepared and had kitted herself out in an outfit of white shirt tucked into fawn breeches, cinched in by a black belt. She threw a long flowing cape over her back and covered her features with a thick scarf. Her grey mare Bess was ready and saddled as the daring young woman boldly rode out into the night.

"Here I go."

Night time in the past was different than the modern day, being much darker and more hazardous. All bad things happened in the night it seemed and this night would be no different. With bosom heaving Kate rode swiftly along the craggy countryside and green roadsides as a strong wind whipped in her face.

"There, at last."

Kate exhaled as she spied the rickety carriage as it wound along the dirt road. She drew level with the two horses that lead the way and then raised her right arm and fired off a shot from her brown flint lock pistol, borrowed from her husband. The thrill of the chase had her adrenalin going as the driver pulled on the reins and stopped the carriage. Three heads peeked out of the windows in bewilderment.

"Stand and deliver!" Kate demanded loudly, making sure to yell in as masculine a voice as she could muster.

"Heavens! I do believe it is none other than Captain Jackson!"

Kate pulled on her tri corn hat so that only her deep brown eyes were visible in the pale moonlight.

"Hand over the jewels!"

"Oh, but Captain Jackson, have pity on a defenceless woman!"

"Quickly, you waste time!"

Kate swiped the ruby brooch from the pale neck of Lady Henrietta and put it in the pocket of her coat.

"Thanks very much!"

Kate rode off with great happiness in her heart after retrieving her beloved mothers brooch. As she rode her mare at speed she also felt an enormous exhilaration and excitement, not to mention the thrill of the possible danger she had out herself in.

"Life is so tame and insipid, now I have taken to the road I don't see why I should give it up. Riches and jewellery will be mine for the taking!"

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Two nights later Kate laid in wait for the mail coach that took the same winding road to London. She waited patiently, her scarf around her face to protect from the biting chill in the midnight air. The carriage appeared, moving at a steady rate and Kate leapt out from hiding and kept pace.

"Pull over, driver!"

Kate yelled over the sound of the hooves and the driver tugged on the reins of the horses and looked on agog.

"Hands in the air the both of you, lest I shoot!" She said briskly.

The driver and his mate complied as they looked at the figure on horseback, a pistol being waved in their faces.

"It must be Captain Jackson!" Whispered one to the other.

"Oh, really? Then who is that?" The driver pointed a gnarly finger to the near distance.

Indeed a dark figure loomed over the road upon the top of a hillock, dressed all in black on a large stallion that was as dark as midnight. The person rode down and joined Kate who looked decidedly nervous before this obviously genuine highwayman. Under a tri corn hat and Venetian eye mask his face was hidden from view. A long black coat came over his velvet breeches and he wore a 36 inch cape about his shoulders.

"Step down the pair of you. And everybody get out of the coach."

The occupants all disembarked with hands in the air as they stared down the octagon barrel of the gun. Kate was frozen and stayed motionless and speechless on her mare. The new man looked on amused as he pointed his flint lock pistol with the gold accents.

"What's the matter? Got highwayman's cramp?" He scoffed at Kate.

Kate came to her senses. He was not going to give the game away it seemed.

"Come on, hand over the loot. Quickly mind!" She barked at the dismayed passengers.

"Finished?" Asked the man in black.

Kate held up a fistful of jewels and rings as the stranger smacked the horses that drew the carriage and they both watched them bolt.

"You'll both swing at Tyburn for this!" Yelled one of the distressed passengers.

"With me!" The highwayman yelled and he and Kate rode off at speed into the night.

They covered a half mile before he stopped and grabbed the reins of Kate's mare.

"Now let me see who dares to trespass on Captain Jackson's turf!"

He snatched Kate's scarf from her face as she turned her head which also caused her hat to tumble to the ground. Her wavy hair, the colour of chocolate, came loose and framed her face. Dark red lips contrasted with her pale complexion and her bold lashes fluttered under the groomed brows that resembled flattering arches.

"By my stars! A skirt!"

"Apparently! Do you always take a woman by the throat?"

"No. I just take them." He stated as a matter of fact.

Kate felt a surge of a thrill down her spine as she locked eyes with the handsome scoundrel. His dark brooding stare gleamed triumphantly from behind his mask and his mouth pulled back into a cruel smile. Boots planted wide he crossed his broad chest with his arms and stood tall.

"So, you must be Captain Jackson?" Said the woman as she retrieved her hat.

"You know of me then. Well remember this, I have the right of way on this road and those who would approach there do so at their peril."

"I shan't forget your warning, though l may ignore it." Kate raised her chin defiantly.

He laughed out loud at the attractive woman's gumption and slapped his thigh.

"I like your spirit. I know of an Inn nearby that serves the best wine in Buckinghamshire. Would you do me the honour of joining me in a late supper? They remain open just for me. For a modest fee of course."

"Why not." Kate shrugged, the idea od some respite from the cold air sounded welcoming.

They rode on to the Leaping Stag Inn where they saw the lights were aglow. Still masked they both sat at a table by the open fire as the friendly landlord brought over a jug of red wine and warm bread.

"You are still wearing your mask, Captain." Noted Kate as she drank wine.

"Quite."

The dashing thief removed his mask and hat and revealed his features. He was clean shaven and his lantern jaw was firm, his expression one of determination and pride. His dark mop of hair fell unruly over his thick brows as he shook his head. Kate was quite taken by his good looks and her eyes widened. She ached for him. She ached for his touch, his manly touch.

"Now you." He spoke biting into some bread.

Kate took away her scarf and removed her hat. Jackson was taken aback as he looked at her astonishing beauty in the light of the fire.

"Such a shame to cover up so much beauty. What is your name fair lady?"

"Does it matter? Ann, Elizabeth, Kate, anyone will suffice."

"Kate, yes you look like a Kate." She turned away, momentarily surprised by his remark.

"Now, how shall we share the spoils?" She asked.

Kate gasped as she was taken roughly into Jackson's strong arms. She realised that however much she desired him, he wanted HER too.

"Keep the loot. I know what I want this cold night."

Kate surrendered herself to his hard kiss and simply melted into his arms willingly. Her lips parted with an invitation for him to use his tongue which he did so with a darting motion that took her breath away. Her mouth was literally invaded and she wallowed in the insatiable desire that she demanded from the ungentlemanly scoundrel. Such adventure like this she had never known, yet she knew somehow this was meant to be. The kiss had unlocked a part of her she knew had to be awoken from its doldrums. Together they mounted the staircase to the upper landing where Jackson kicked open the door of his usual room and flung Kate onto the big bed.

"Take off your clothing." He said in a monotone and sat in a seat by the bed.

Kate felt her heart beat and the blood course through her veins as she kicked her boots off and stood to remove her shirt. Without blinking Jackson studied her 34B cup breasts and the deep valley made by the swell of her heavy breathing. As she stripped off her belt and breeches he removed his gloves, boots and frilly jabot unhurriedly, his gaze unfaltering.

"You have the looks of an angel that has fallen into wicked ways.

Kate was completely naked and traced a long nail across the sensitive skin of her midriff, just above the seductive V of her thighs as she let him drink in her nudity. She was blessed with long limbs and slim body and a butt that stuck out behind her, the swell of which merged with the gentle curve of her narrow back. The dark hair between her upper thighs had a tell tale dampness that made her pubes curl provocatively. His eyes flared at the sight of her figure as he shrugged off his ruffled shirt and breeches. The flickering light showed off his sinewy lean hips between which his manhood had gained an impressive state of erection. Relieved of his clothing he took his manhood in his hand and stroked the pulsing shaft. She felt the wet stirrings of pleasure between her legs as he sauntered over and took her in a firm embrace.

"Oh, yes." She moaned with flared nostrils.

His left hand moved over the sublime curve of her right boob as they engaged in a long, passionate kiss, both hungry for each others attention. The taste of the wine only served to fire up her reckless abandon as her breasts swelled into his solid wall of a chest. Kate tipped her head back letting her dark mane tumble down her back as Jackson sucked on her nipples which pebbled under his ravenous need. She flopped to the bed with his weight atop her as they became a tangle of arms and legs.

"By all that's good you are an exceedingly soft creature."

Kate stole the opportunity to feel up his erection. With a trembling of fingers she squeezed his stiff cock and then ran them over his hipbone.

"And you Sir are exceedingly HARD!"

Jackson did not remain idle and he cupped the delicate curves of her bottom before arriving at her open thighs. He felt the heat from her sex as he delved into the fine nest of hair that were moist to the touch. Kate reacted by opening her legs wider and raising up her lower body just a fraction from the mattress.

"What...what are you doing down there?"

"Pleasuring you of course, why? Does your husband not treat you thus?"

Sir Ralph did NOT please her in the bedroom in any way whatsoever, he being most unadventurous in that way. One other reason she had turned her back on that boring way of life. Kate felt Jackson tease her most sensitive region with a craven audacity that made her head swim. He continued to smother her mouth with his and her fingers laced in his hair as her love juices pooled between her legs. She looked over his shoulder and saw the muscles in his back tense.

"Goodness!"

Then he broke away and ventured lower down her nakedness and she sighed as he settled at her mound. His head dipped and his tremulous breath made her juices flow in a most satisfying release. He gently kissed the insides of her thighs, moving inwards almost imperceptibly. Then his tongue made contact with her moist labia and the soft upper swells of her boobs thrust out at his divine touch.

"Captain?" Kate whimpered.

Mixed with her cries of lust her breathing became ragged as his mouth sucked hard on her clitoris and two of his fingers found a steady rhythm inside her cunt. Never had she felt such a feeling as the man clamped to her quim, flicking and licking her dewy pussy so. Kate let out a cry of pleasure, not climactic but seriously close to it as one finger curled up to the front wall of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck!"

The word spilled from her lips as Jackson flicked in a tight circle around the little nub. A blissful warmth enveloped her body as she squirmed to his wonderful seduction and her toes dug into the bed as she panted and moaned. Kate rotated her hips forcing him to use more pressure on her darling bud. She was fucking his finger, sliding on the invading digit that drove up ever deeper.

"So good, so good."

Kate shuddered from her orgasm and her body jerked accordingly. Jackson released her clit, his mouth and finger now soaked with her juices and leaned back. His cock was as hard as iron as he wanked his aching tool in his hand, the head smeared now with pre cum.

"Have your wicked way with it, my Lady."

"How? I'm...I'm not a Lady by the way."

Despite the intimacy she still felt the need to hide her identity from the notorious thief. "I did not mean it literally. My stars!"

The awe in his voice was triggered by the feel of both of her slender hands squeezing his cock. Her deep brown eyes locked on his as she delicately explored his hard flesh. His chest inflated as he fought the natural urge to ejaculate into her fists, but he yearned for her delicious mouth upon him.

"Will you put your mouth on me?"

Kate gulped as she considered the rampant erection in her face, and the heavy balls hanging beneath.

"I know not how."

"Purse your lips and make an O with your mouth."

Kate followed his instruction and bent down to his musky groin, her long hair fluttering down onto his belly. Jackson moved her locks from her face as the brunette let his knob disappear into her hot mouth. He made two fists and clenched his buttocks as he watched her fasten to his bell end and hum softly on his glans.

"G...good, so good, now mmm...more."

"Like this?"

Sweat prickled the handsome features of the highwayman as Kate let her tight lips slide down further, her moans vibrating insanely pleasurably on his shaft. Without knowing it Kate used her tongue to swipe the underside of his prick as she moved her head back and forth on him. In her innocence she made unintentional wet smacking noises that only heightened his delight as the suction of her mouth increased. Her saliva drooled out and his balls became awash with her spit.

"'Tis witchcraft, to be sure."

With an erotic fervour Kate threw caution to the wind and bobbed on him faster, taking his length in deep and letting his crown tap the roof of her mouth. Her hands remained at the base of his throbbing cock which prevented him releasing his seed down her throat. He was surprised by the novice who now seemed to relish the splendour of a man in her mouth.

"Oh, my Lady!"

Kate paused and drew in much needed oxygen before she devoured him once more, lapping at the rigid shaft and flicking at the prominent veins. He could not help himself as he shoved forward and Kate choked convulsively as he hit the back of her throat.

"Forgive me my dear, you do things to me like no other. Kate, I need to fuck you."

They disengaged and assumed the missionary position, the only sexual position that Kate knew. Their eyes met and Kate rubbed her thighs together to savour the slick feeling down below. Kate buried her face between his neck and shoulder as his thickly veined length thrust home with a driving lunge up. She drew in a sharp breath at the hugeness of his organ as he began to rock his pelvis back and then in. Her left leg went around him as he plunged in with a raging passion and the angle of her hips made for an excellent position.

"'Tis most wonderful." She said as she basked in the moment with eyes closed and head cast back.

They remained close as the hot brunette clenched him with both legs, creating a V on either side of him. The highwayman nuzzled her creamy white neck as he moved in and out, his white buttocks taut and flexed as fucked the whimpering beauty. It felt good to be fucked, to be fucked by a real man for once. Not a simpering excuse for a male which had always been the bane of her life.

"Treat me like a whore." Kate demanded as he drive in hard and deep.

"With pleasure."

Kate was not disappointed as Jackson's ass became a blur. The bed creaked and moved on the wooden floor as his hips slapped onto hers. He was so deep that his pubic bone rubbed on her clit perfectly. Jackson thought her pussy fantastic as he slammed into the velvet wet tightness of her cunt. He gazed at her as she no longer resembled an angel with her mouth gaping and face slack. She purred like a kitten when he peppered her neck and breasts with countless kisses that left several smears on her delicate skin. Her pussy muscles squeezed his length tight as Kate made the most of the man fucking her brains out. He now huffed with his heroic efforts and began to ease up until he finally pulled out.

"Is there something amiss?" Kate asked as she laid on her back with legs splayed open.

"Prey sit on my cock and fuck me. I have a notion to see you in control."

"Me? Fuck you?"

The highwayman laid back and his quivering hard cock pointed straight up like a flag pole. Kate nervously swung her left leg over his right and clamped both her thighs about his. She felt his strength in his lower body as she sighed at the feel of him under her pert ass which settled on him with a bump. Unsure how to continue Jackson helped and lifted her buttocks as she boldly gripped his tool and poised tentatively over it. With a deep breath she let her weight sink down and then gasped loudly as his cock entered her slickness with a surprising ease.