Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2012 19:01:09 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Star is Porn. Part Ten.

   This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Ten.

     The door at the far side opened and in entered Marcel. He came
straight over to me, arms outstretched.

     `Cherie darling. Welcome, welcome a thousand times.' He kissed me and
turned to Epsom and went down on one knee to be at eye level with her. He
held out his hand for her to shake.

     `You must be Epsom. I can see the likeness. You are going to be even
lovelier than your mother. Your eyes are so blue and your hair is
perfection itself. The angels must be jealous of you.'

     He smiled so sweetly at her that my heart melted. I think hers did
too, because she ignored his hand and went into his arms and cuddled him. I
could see the tears in her eyes as she held him tight. I started crying
too. Then Beverley, and before long, all the females were bawling their
eyes out. Everyone was holding each other and Marcel releasing Epsom to
Beverley, shook hands with all his guests, thanking them for coming and
that he was most delighted to meet them all.

     Maids came into the room bearing trays of drinks and started passing
them out to us. With everybody having a full glass in their hands, Marcel
tapped on his for their attention.

     `On behalf of myself and my people here, we most humbly welcome you to
our home, and hope that you will treat it as your own and enjoy the
festivities that are to come. Salut.' He gave a chuckle, `Sorry. I mean
cheers. Bottoms up and all that.'

     `Cheers', rang out from everybody as they drank to the toast. I was
standing next to Marcel, and after taking a sip from my glass, I took his
arm and pulled him away to a corner of the room. I took another sip, no, I
took a big gulp of my drink and put down the glass.

     `Marcel! Tell me this. Who is the Count?' I demanded.

     `Does it matter?' he answered.

     `Dammit yes! It does. Is it you?' I asked fiercely.

     `Yes. Does it matter?' he replied quietly.

     `Of course it matters damn you!' I said, fighting back the tears. `I
can't marry you.'

     He put down his glass and held my arms to my side as he looked at
me. I could see that there were also tears in his eyes.

     `Why?' was all he asked in an anguished voice.

     `Because...because,' I could feel the tears start to roll down my
cheeks, `because I haven't been frank with you. You don't know me and I
don't want to marry you under false pretensions. You are a Count and I'm
not worthy enough to be a Countess.'

     `That's my decision, not yours.'

     `I'm not a nice lady.'

     `That's for me to decide.'

     `I'm a slut,' I wailed.

     `I like that attitude.'

     `I've slept with many men,' I said defiantly.

     `I've slept with many women,' he countered.

     `I told you that I produce films. What I didn't say was that I
  also appear in them. They're pornography; fuck films!'

     `I know. I've got everyone that you've made,' he said.

     The room had gone very quiet in our exchange of words.

     `You knew?' I breathed out in a whisper. `You damn well knew and led
me along like that? Damn you! Damn you,' I said as I broke down and
cried. He took me into his arms and held me tight as I sobbed. `You led me
along and lied to me,' I wailed onto his wet shoulder.

     `No I didn't,' he said as he stroked my hair. `I fell in love with you
the first time I saw one of your films. I had to find the others you had
made, and fell in love again with everyone I saw. When I saw you in that
hotel, that was it! I was lost. Lost to all other women in the world. You
were the only one for me. I didn't want to tell you of my title because I
think that might have scared you off. I've had many young girls try to trap
me purely for that. You didn't know and that made it perfect. All I had to
do was win your love.' He tilted up my head and gently wiped the tears from
my cheeks with his handkerchief. `And that I think I did. Whatever other
people think, I do not care. All I care for is you, and now that I've met
her, little Epsom as well. So please, I'm begging you, please say that you
will still marry me now that we both know the truth about each other.'

     I couldn't resist his argument or more so, his charm and the way he
could manipulate me with words. So I found myself nodding my head again and
he kissed me.

     There were cheers and clapping from everybody as we kissed and made
up.

     `Now everybody,' Marcel said to the room, breaking free from my
embrace but keeping his arm round my shoulders, `I would like to show you
round my, sorry,' he said, glancing down at me, `after tomorrow, our home,'
giving me a hug as he moved me towards the door.

     I lost count of the number of bedrooms, bathrooms, dayrooms, the lined
galleries of portraits of long dead people etc. Running through my head was
the constant refrain of Countess Angela, the Countess d'Eider. I just
couldn't believe it and kept pinching myself to make sure I was awake. The
last place he showed us was the great hall, and great it was. Two stories
high to a vaulted ceiling, long and wide with a massive fireplace that a
horse could have stood in with space to spare. The walls were festooned
with ancient battle flags and pennants and other various accoutrements of
war along with the shields.

     `Here we will have the wedding feast tomorrow, and you've already seen
the informal dining room where dinner will be served shortly.' He was
addressing the group as he spoke. `There are valets waiting in the entrance
hall with your luggage and will escort you to the rooms you have been
allocated. If you're not sure where to go after your bath or shower and
you're dressed for dinner, just ring the bell and you will be shown the
way. Now before we disperse, let me just say a few more words to put
everyone in the picture, as I think you would say is rather apt in this
case.' He paused at this point, though the significance of his remark
wasn't noticed till he had finished speaking.

     `Angela here, didn't know that I had a title when I proposed to
her. But I did know what she did for a living, as I do of you all. Please
let me finish,' as he held up his hand to stop the start of some
mutterings. `Don't get me wrong. I fell in love with `Angel', yes, I also
know her nick-name,' he smiled down at me, `when I saw her first film, and
I have followed up with all the other films that she and you have starred
in. If you are in any doubt, see me later in the library and I'll show all
the copies that I have. So let's not have any inhibitions in this
house. You are my guests and the staff will treat you as such. Now pair off
as you will for the rooms, and I suggest that you do so, because we do not
have central heating in that wing that you are in. So body warmth when
shared is recommended. You do have hot water in the bathrooms though,' he
added as an afterthought, smiling.

     `Now we'll see you at dinner.'

     As they left to find their bags and pair off, Marcel took my hand and
kissed it.

     `Thank you darling. Now let me show you to your `cell' for the
night. We do not sleep together tonight. You get your beauty sleep and be
fresh for me tomorrow.' He led me upstairs and opened the door to a small
warm room where a maid was just unpacking my things.

     `This here is Lili,' who curtsied at our entrance. `I chose her to
serve you because she speaks good English and is as devoted to me as was
her mother who had been my nanny. Anything you desire, just ask her for
it. She is yours to command, aren't you Lili?'

     `Yes sir, and ma-am,' she replied, giving us another dip of the
body. With a peck on my cheek, Marcel left us alone in the room.

     `I've drawn your bath water already ma-am,' Lili said, giving another
bob to her body.

     `Lili!' I said in a slightly stern voice, `do not keep bobbing up and
down when you speak to me when we are alone. It puts me off my
balance. We're about the same age, but I've just got lucky to have won the
Count's heart, but let's not that stop us from being friends. Now show me
where that bath is and then later you can tell me all that you know about
this place.'

     She helped me undress in the bathroom and watched me get into that
lovely hot scented water. I could see the apprehension on her face as my
body slid under the soapy surface.

     `Perfect Lili,' I sighed as I let the heat begin its job of releasing
the tension that I could feel straining my body.

     `When you're ready for me to wash your back ma-am, please
  call. I'll just be in the bedroom finishing the unpacking.' She left with
the clothes I had travelled in. I dozed off, and was awoken by Lili
knocking on the open door.

     `It's getting close to the time for dinner ma-am.' She then came fully
into the bathroom as I sat up for her to wash my back. As she did so, she
said, `Please ma-am, may I say that you have a wonderful figure, and that
you have magnifique...what are they called?' as she pointed at my chest.

     `Breasts,' I murmured.

     `Yes, breasts. Magnifique,' she sighed, `the Count is a lucky man.'

     She helped me from the bath and dried me with a huge warm towel that
could have gone round me three times. She followed me into the bedroom and
powdered me and helped me dress. Undies first, which I think she didn't
approve of, and I made a mental note to do some shopping quite soon. I
refused the bra she offered. I didn't really wear the damn things and only
packed them through habit. Even though we hadn't washed my hair, she made a
fuss and a performance of getting it just right. Soon I was ready and then
followed her down to the dining room.

     I was seated on the right of Marcel, who as it was his house, was at
the head of the table, and Epsom sat on his left. I must say that Epsom did
me proud. She didn't interrupt or ask awkward questions, and this pleased
me, so I allowed her to have half a glass of wine.

     The service was impeccable as was the dinner served. I secretly hoped
that the household would function as well with me as its new mistress. The
chatter at the table was light and carefree now that the crew knew that
Marcel knew, and the meal was a rousing success.

     Danton, that was the name of that formidable butler that had greeted
us on our arrival, was also the major-domo of the household, came and said
softly to me at the end of the meal that coffee was now being served in the
adjoining room for the ladies.

     I took the hint and stood up and asked the other ladies to join me for
coffee, leaving the men to drink whatever was going to be offered. Marcel
did deserve his stag night, after all.

     It seemed strange drinking coffee after dinner with just females for
company, but I supposed I would get used to it. I couldn't really prolong
things when I'd finished my coffee, so I bid everyone a goodnight and let's
all keep our fingers crossed for the morrow.

     Lili was waiting for me when I entered my bedroom for the night. How
was dinner, ma-am looks tired etc, as she helped me undress, and when I was
naked, she came to me with a nightgown.

     `I haven't worn one of those things since I was a child,' and I sat
down on the bed and for some unknown reason, started to cry. Lili came to
me quickly and sat down beside me and put her arm round my shoulder. I
leaned into her sobbing as she and as she tried to comfort me, her hand
went onto my breast. As I sobbed, her hand moved in a rubbing motion on my
tit, making the nipple stand out. I slowly fell back onto the bed, pulling
her down with me.

     `Oh Lili, am I doing the right thing?' I asked through my sobbing.

     `Yes ma-am,' she replied, still caressing my breast, `the master needs
a good woman...such as yourself.' Even through my own anguish, I could feel
that Lili had needs of her own and wondered maybe that she had been the
master's woman. If so, then I now needed to become the master.

     `Kiss me Lili,' I said as we lay together on the bed. Her clothed and
me naked. `Kiss me as you kissed the master.' As she kissed me, I knew that
I had been right.

     `Now kiss my breasts,' which she did avidly, until I pushed her head
further down till she was between my legs. `Now show me if you are worth
keeping Lili!' She was worth it as her tongue was very adept in its
task. `Lili, Lili,' I moaned as I orgasmed, `Take your clothes off and get
into bed.' The air was cold around my lower half as she pulled back from
me. She quickly shed her clothes and got into bed with me. We clung to each
other, kissing and caressing, her breasts, though smaller than mine, were
that much more firmer.

     It wasn't long before we were in the sixty nine position, both licking
and sucking each other, bringing about our mutual orgasms. I must admit
that I do like the feel of a silky body against mine occasionally. As we
lay in each others' arms, I told her that if ever the master should have
need of her services as in the past, she shouldn't hesitate to comply.

     `Oh thank you ma-am,' she breathed, `he is a wonderful lover as you
will find out, and us?' the query hanging in the air between us.

     `Lili,' I said, raising myself up on an elbow looking down on her. I
ran my finger down her cheek, neck and down till it started to circle her
breasts before finishing at the nipple. `I come first! Then the master. You
are to see to my needs first, and then I will look after you. Understand,
capise, comprendre?'

     `Oui madame,' she replied looking up at me.

     `Now do it again to me,' I said as I rolled over onto my back as she
moved down the bed and went between my thighs again. She kissed me
goodnight as she left, and I drifted off into a glorious Technicolor dream
of huge rampant cocks, wet mouth's and steaming crotches.

                                                             *
     My wedding day!

     Lili woke me up with the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She
had already drawn the bath water and it was nice to lay back in the
steaming water, sipping that coffee as she soaped me. She must have had
impeccable training as there was no hint of our liaison of the night
before. Dried and powdered and draped in a light gown, I breakfasted in my
room.

     Then Lili helped me get dressed in my wedding gown, and I was soon
ready. I let Epsom and Beverley come into the room when I was ready and
they oohed and aahed as they walked round me. I too was pleased the way
they both looked, and we all went downstairs together.

     Karl had reluctantly consented to give me away, and was there ready to
escort me to the chapel, and we made our way through the rooms and out onto
the drive for that short walk. He walked at my side, holding my arm and
Beverley was on the other side holding my bouquet. Poor Epsom, looking
lovely in her dress, was walking behind us holding up my train. We passed
many people lining the drive, coming from the town to see the woman who was
about to be married to their Count.

     We entered the chapel to the strains of the Wedding March and walked
on down the aisle. Marcel and the best man were waiting at the altar before
the priest.

     We were married! Marcel lifted my veil and kissed me before we turned
and walked back through that crowded chapel that must have held at least a
hundred people. There were another hundred people outside now to cheer us
as we emerged out into the sunlight. It seemed that there was a distinct
pecking order, for those that were inside the chapel would be feted inside
the great hall, whereas those outside, would be catered to in a large
marquee erected in the grounds. It was to these people that we went first
for me to be presented to the townsfolk as the new Countess of d'Eider. We
accepted the token drink and saluted their homage.

     Marcel gave them a short speech on our behalf and bid them enjoy the
food and drink and spend the rest of the day rejoicing for him and his new
bride.

     God! I was walking on air and I didn't register any names or titles as
people were presented to me as my hand was kissed by the multitude. We were
there for half an hour I was told later, though I cannot for the life of me
remember. It was a blur of faces, hands and glasses being raised. It was
only Marcel that held me up. It was too much.

     Suddenly we were back out in the open air and making our way up to the
chateau, still with poor Epsom struggling to keep my train from the
ground. As we entered the main hall, I stopped and called Epsom up to me
and gave her a big hug and a squeeze.

     `Thank you my darling.' Tears pouring from my eyes as I kissed
her. `You've done your part. Now go with Beverley and enjoy yourself with
as much food as you can eat. I'll look after the dress from now on.'

     Beverley took her in tow and they disappeared among the other
guests. These I was now introduced to. From the mayor of the town down, I
shook hands and accepted their felicitations, and then I was whisked into
the great hall where we were all seated and served the wedding feast.

     The meal was a blur as were the guests, and even my friends who had
come over to France to support me.

     I was helped up from my chair as toasts were offered and accepted, and
Marcel responded. The meal lasted for hours and after all the speeches
made, we then left the guests to continue the festivities as we left the
hall to retire to our quarters. Marcel was a tower of strength as he held
me together on the grand staircase away from everybody, and I leaned
heavily against him to what was the bridal chamber.

     Perspiration poured from my brow as we entered the chamber and I
didn't fully take in the grandeur of the room. All I saw really was this
massive four poster bed which dominated the room, and it was against one of
these posts that I leaned. That was all I could do, just stand there as
Marcel drew the drapes and turned on a small lamp at the far end of the
room.

     `You look exhausted darling,' he said as he came towards
me. `Exhausted but beautiful,' as he lifted my fallen veil and kissed
me. `Last night was agony for me, knowing that you were here in the house,
but not to be touched until now.' He kissed my neck and throat as his hands
moved round me to begin undoing my dress clips. I didn't resist or want to
as I let him pull the dress down and I wearily lifted my legs in turn for
him to fully remove it. He cast it to one side and then did the same to my
panties, which went the same way as the dress.

     Tired as I was, I could see myself as I was sure that I really
looked. Propped up against this one leg of the four poster bed and I'm
still wearing my wedding head-dress with the veil pushed up. A white
suspender belt holding up my white stockings and wearing a blue garter, no
shoes or bra.

     Languishing against the post, I must have looked a right slut, dressed
as I was, or a perfect picture for the centre fold of `Playboy'
magazine. Whatever. All I could see in Marcel's eyes was lust. I gave him a
small smile as he quickly dropped and stepped out of his trousers, his
cock, thick and red and throbbing, was weaving its way toward me and then
he took me into his arms and lifting me up, slowly lowered me down onto
him. I was wet and waiting as he slid in easily as my body came down tight
against his. The post digging into my back as his weight held me impaled on
his cock. This was the second time I had ever been fucked in the standing
up position. So I sank fully down onto him, lifting my legs clear up off
the floor and wrapping them around his thighs. His shaft filling me harder
as he took my full weight.

     His legs trembled for a moment before he adjusted his stance, and then
he started bucking. With every upward thrust, my back was bruised by the
bedpost, but I needed every inch that he was thrusting inside of me. Did I
come? I came in gushes, one after the other, my arms round his neck,
helping him as he pushed his pelvis up to me. His cock was rasping against
my clit and it was driving me wild. His eyes were glazed as the sweat
poured off of him, dripping down between us. With a final heave, he came to
a shuddering standstill as I felt his penis continue pulsing as he came, me
having another orgasm myself at the same time.

     I held him tight and lowered my feet to the floor to help him ease
down. He slipped out of me and staggered back and I quickly moved and
grabbed him and clung tight to him. His penis smearing its residue across
my stomach. I helped him onto the bed and took off the rest of his clothes
and quickly dispensed with the little that I was left with, and joined him
on the bed.

     It was a wonderful wedding night.

     I used my mouth to clean him from our first bout and aroused him again
at the same time. This time I mounted him and holding his prick upright,
slowly inserted into myself and sank down on it till he was fully
inside. Then I leant forward so that my heavy breasts touched his chest
before I started to move my hips in a circular movement. My nipples, like
organ stops, traced circles on his chest as I used my momentum to make the
top part of his cock brush my clit at the same time, as well as moving up
and down on his shaft. He pleaded for mercy, but still had enough inside to
come again as we wrestled on the bed.

     I still lay atop of him when we'd finished, just to feel his
tumescence subside in me till it slipped out of its own volition. Only then
did I roll off of him and lay beside my new husband.

     We must have slept, because it was dark when I roused, the drapes not
having been fully closed, so I could see that it was still dark outside. I
propped myself up and looked at this man that I had just that day married,
and who had made me a Countess. I lay back and let that thought swim
through my mind. Countess!

     I couldn't use that in the credits of our films, though this had been
the last thought in my mind over the past few days, but there must be a
time in the near future when I should decide which way I was to go.

     Correction. Which way can I go? Wife of a Count? Could I, would he?

     I let my hand play idly over the small hairs of his chest as I
pondered the problems. What were they?

  1/ I had a house in the countryside of England. Do I sell it or keep it?

  2/ Do I uproot Epsom and Beverley, Epsom to a new school here in France,
and where would Beverley fit in here?

  3/ What do I do with the film cast and crew? Disband them, or keep them
filming in England, or bring them out her and keep on filming?

  4/ What the hell do I do?

     I just didn't know what to do and I sobbed myself to sleep without
coming up with any answers.

     I awoke to Marcel kissing and sucking on my breasts, the nipples
already upstanding and responding to his tongue. I started to speak, but he
moved up and stifled any words with his mouth by kissing me.

     `Angela! My angel,' he said between kisses, `I have been thinking,' he
said cuddling up to me and holding me in his arms.

  `I looked at you asleep there, and counted myself as the luckiest man
alive. I have a goddess in my arms and she is all mine. I love you above
everything I have ever had or known.' I tried to speak, but he put his hand
over my mouth.

     `Hush darling. Let me say what I must. It has got to be said.' I felt
a tenseness of his body against me, so I relaxed and waited to hear what he
had to say. His hand left my mouth and cupped my breast.

     `You are now a Countess! That in itself does not mean a great deal in
the world today. But there are certain standards that we must adhere to.'
He must have felt my body shudder at his words.

     `Not that I'm against what you do, but there is one thing that I must
ask, request, is that you curtail your part in the films. Please! Before
you say anything, I am only asking if you could restrain yourself from
taking part for which I would be grateful. I'm not saying that you cannot
or, I wouldn't even dream of forbidding you not to, but to at least
consider, that if you did see fit to appear in any of your films, please
ensure that it is essential.' He coughed with embarrassment.

     `Darling, what I'm trying to say is that I love you. That is the main
thing. Second is that I want you to continue with your company, but to take
a less...er, active role, unless it is completely necessary to the film's
believability. Oh God! This is not coming out as I'm trying to say it,' he
sobbed onto my shoulder. `I loved you from the first moment I saw you on
the screen. Even that when some man was fucking you at the time, I dreamed
that that man was me, and that is how I want it in the future.'

     `What about Lili?' I asked softly.

     `She's only a servant girl,' he replied indignantly.

     `What's the difference?' I replied. He kept silent.

     `Marcel darling,' I was still speaking softly. `I have a
responsibility to my friends. That is the cast and the crew as well as to
you. Let me finish the quota of films that are in the pipeline and have
contracted other people to work on, as well as the distributors, then I
will relinquish control and bow out. Four films. Though I must admit,' I
gave a giggle and nudged him in the ribs, `when I first saw this place,
half a dozen scenarios sprang into my mind.'

     `Such as?' he replied, keeping his voice neutral.

     `Well for starters. The chateau lends itself to many spin offs for any
medieval stories. I can see a ghost story using the great hall. That would
be a first. Sex with a ghost,' I chuckled.

     `Okay, I concede the point, but you do see the way I am thinking?' he
asked.

     `Yes I do darling, and if you agree, well, problem solved,' and I
kissed him then to seal the bargain that brought me out on top to finish my
commitments. He responded to the kiss and we had a glorious fuck.

     Next day with a hangover which I didn't think was justified because of
the few drinks that I'd had the day before, we bid adieu to our guests. A
special kiss for Epsom, who said that she'd had a wonderful time, which
surprised me as I had spent so little time with her. Beverley promised to
take good care of her until I returned to England. Though this should have
been a question mark the way I read it. I promised that it wouldn't be too
long before we were all together again. For Karl and the rest of the crowd,
they were to carrying on with the scripted scenes that I had formulated
before I left England. These could be incorporated into whatever film was
forthcoming. Karl was given overall charge until my return, which was to be
expected within about two weeks.

     Marcel stood beside me, his arm on my shoulder as we waved goodbye to
the last of our guests. With the last car disappearing through the trees of
the drive, we turned and went indoors.

     `Now my darling, I'm all yours!' Marcel said, `Whatever you want to
do, name it and it will be done.'

     `First kiss me, and then take me on a horse and show me the country,'
I replied, going up onto my toes to receive his kiss. He did.

     Two horses were being held by grooms as we came out, dressed for
riding. The large stallion skittered a little at our approach, and was glad
when Marcel said that it was his mount. Mine was the mare.

     We set off at a canter, this not being my first time on a horse, but I
was no ways an expert rider. I think Marcel realised this and did not try
to make it an ego trip for his behalf. We rode about the estate and I was
astounded when he said that we had only covered a quarter of it. We did a
quick sprint across an open meadow, which made the horses blow a bit and so
we pulled up when we reached the trees. Marcel dismounted and helped me
down.

     `I often come here when I want to be alone, but this time I want you
to share it with me.' He led me to a small glade that had grass that
reached half way up my calves. It had never been grazed or mown it was so
soft and downy. He stopped and sat down and I too stopped and sat down
beside him. He lay back, his hands behind his head as he stared up at the
sky.

     `I used to come here when I was a boy. Just to do what I am doing
now. Lying back, seeing the sky and dreaming that I was once one of the
French knight's of your King Arthur's court. Fighting for the honour of a
maiden, and succeeding in rescuing her from the clutches of an evil
baron. I then brought her here and took her into my arms.' He grasped me in
a strong embrace, turning his body so that he was looking down at me. `Then
I would kiss her,' which he then did to me, `and she would respond to my
charms and let me make love to her.'

     Which he did. He slowly pulled the blouse free and undid the buttons
and eased it off my shoulders. Then he pulled off my boots and jodhpurs
till I lay naked on the soft bed of greensward. I looked up at him, seeing
him as he had described himself. A knight in armour, shining in the
sunlight as he slowly cast aside his protective covering and started to
cover me. He knelt between my knees, his hands held together as if in
prayer before he placed them either side of my body as he lowered his down
to mine.

     I was wet with anticipation as I felt his erection touch and nuzzle my
quim. Touching and teasing it as he leant above me. I raised my arms to him
and he then sank down, he cock sliding effortlessly up into me. Filling me,
enlarging me, engorging me so that I came there and then. I bucked and
countered every thrust he made into me. We fought a duel there on the lush
grass of the forest. After three orgasms as his cock reamed into me, I had
to concede defeat in this battle, and realising this, he let go of his
sperm, spurting into me in short staccato bursts.

     Even though the sun was shining, it was not as hot a day as that of
yesterday. Also it was not really the time of the year for this kind of sex
a la fresco. I was soon cold and Marcel admonished himself and quickly
helped me to get dressed.

     He apologised for this on the canter back to the chateau and agreed
that from now on, love making would be in the warmer confines of our rooms.

     Lili was a godsend in her ministrations after I told her that I hadn't
ridden a horse for years. Muscles ached that I didn't know that I had. She
soothed them out after my bath. I lay there on the bed as she used her
surprisingly strong hands to knead out the knots that my riding foray had
caused.

     I wish we had someone like her on our team as we could use the
expertise of a masseur after some of our somewhat strenuous activity's
during filming.

     As it was, I lay there on my front, letting her hands soothe away the
aches until a hunger came over me, so that I turned over onto my back. She
continued massaging my legs that I started to open and part till she got
the message. One finger first and then it was two being inserted inside me
while her thumb rubbed against my clit. As I started to squirm to her
ministrations, her mouth came down and covered and began to suck an erect
nipple.

     `Don't stop Lili,' I groaned. Her fingers well inside me and working
vigorously. `Now, now! Your mouth, use your mouth. La bouche!' I screamed
as I came in copious draughts as she bent her head down to suck out the
contents of my coming. Even more exhausted now, I let her finish the
massage as I drifted off to sleep.

     She woke me for dinner, demur as ever and helped me dress, and I went
down to our small dining room. I say small, but we still could have sat
twenty or more people quite comfortably. It seemed strange, this first
night on our own without my friends to give me confidence. I was very
gauche being served by Danton as I fumbled the cutlery and nearly knocked
over my wine glass. But the smile from Marcel helped me overcome my
clumsiness and I was almost myself by the end of the meal. The boost to my
ego was being bade goodnight by Danton, using my new title of Comptesse.

     So I was still in high spirits when we entered our massive chamber of
a bedroom. I still wasn't sure how Marcel saw me in his home even though I
was now his wife. I think I just about held my own that night at dinner,
but I still had this little nagging doubt that he might think that he had
made a mistake.

     I think that he sensed my apprehension because he was most solicitous
that night towards me. He tenderly caressed my breasts as we lay together,
then he moved down a little and began to kiss them as his hand tentatively
stroked my pubic region. I reciprocated by reaching down and taking hold of
his semi erect penis and making it hard in a very short time.

     `Darling, darling, darling,' was all he could say as he rolled over on
top of me and pushed himself into the wet orifice that I had ready for
him. In spite of any doubts that I might have harboured, I did love that
man when he fucked me. I revelled in the way he could arouse my passion,
the feeling of his long hard cock, touching, searing and soothing my inner
fire all at the same time. That's why I had no compunction about sliding
down under the covers after he had withdrawn to take his member into my
mouth, and suck on it as any child would on a favourite lollipop.

     We didn't have what most people would call a honeymoon. Ours was
there, at our home. A new one for me and one that I didn't stay in long
enough.

     For a week, breakfast was served in our bedroom where we would feed
each other, naked, not caring about the mess we made. Especially when it
was honey on toast. He put too much on a slice for me and of course it
dripped down onto my breasts. That was it. After he had licked that off, he
poured more over me, making a trail of it down to my bush. Then poured some
of the head of his penis. Smeared with the stuff, we licked each other to
climaxes, in the plural!

     We slept together, ate together, showered together and rode out every
day together. I was being pampered and spoilt. Whatever, when asked what
would I like for dinner, would be served up accompanied by the finest wines
from the cellars.

     I was taken on a tour of these cellars, the low vaulted caverns that
covered the whole area beneath the chateau. There must have been a million
or more bottles laid down, and they were added to every year from all over
France.

     `You could have a bath in wine from here for every day for the rest of
your life, and there would still be enough for Epsom to do the same,' he
proudly stated. Dusty, cobwebbed bottles were drawn forth for my inspection
by the man who looked after this underground treasure trove, some of them
dated nearly a hundred years earlier. I cannot remember how many were
opened, but we came out rather pissed.

     After our daily ride out over the estate, I would have a bath and be
massaged by Lili. Sometimes I would let her do more than that. Then after a
light lunch, I would curl up with a book in Marcel's study while he
conducted what business had to be done regarding the estate. It was only by
catching various snippets of conversations that I realised just how big the
estate was. Thousands of acres that went through the whole spectrum of
agriculture, and just how knowledgeable Marcel was in this field. (Excuse
the pun, it was unintentional.)

     Then we would go upstairs to bathe and dress for dinner, and be
impeccably served by Danton, assisted by his helpers. It took me those
first couple of weeks to get to be able to put names to the faces of all
the staff that were employed in the chateau.

     Lili was the first to say that she had never seen the master so happy,
and that it was I who should be thanked for that. She went on to tell me
about the Countess, his late wife, and how hard he had been hit at her
death. His manner and appearance had deteriorated to the point of
slovenliness. She admitted that she had tried with her body to assuaged
him, and had, to some degree, brought him back from the very brink of
despair. He started to roam around Europe, hoping to find her again. She
would tell him again and again that he would never find her, but to look
for someone fresh. Somebody with whom he could start over again, so he
found you, and I thank you ma-am. I am happy that he is happy again.

     I got a similar feedback from Danton. The master was almost back to
his former self, to which we thank you ma-am, he told me. Not quite sure
how to handle this approbation, so I didn't say anything and decided to let
things take their own course.

     Maybe it was because I was brought up in what some would say a poorer
part of London that I still had respect for the working class. Servants
were still human beings, working as I had once done, cleaning toilets and
scrubbing floors. So even to the lowest member of the chateau's staff, I
still gave them respect for what they were doing, and this, I think, helped
me in its turn for them to respect me.

     I could dwell on this subject for hours, but suffice it to say, that
within the short time that I had taken up residence, the chateau's staff
were on my side. Though not a countess born, I was treated with the utmost
respect as though I had been. The time there also taught me humility, but
enough of homilies, I was still basically a sensual woman who knew what she
wanted.

     After a fortnight, my mind was turning back to the filming in
England. They must have surely finished the interior scenes that didn't
require my presence, and must surely be ready for my scenes and all of the
exterior shots that we had planned earlier to shoot near and around the
chateau.

     I eventually got around to telling Marcel that I must go back to
England to see to the finishing touches of the film that we were in the
middle of. Also about some of the scenes that needed to be shot around the
estate. I had expected a major argument, but he agreed without question. He
also said that he would be most overjoyed to meet the crowd again as they
completed the film here on the estate.

     Feeling the freedom of a bird released from its cage, I flew back to
England, knowing that there was an invisible golden chain still shackled to
my ankle and that Marcel held the other end. It was a chain that I didn't
want to break.
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