Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2012 08:58:38 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Lady Bentley. Part Four.

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

    Part Four

  We said goodnight and went to bed being told that I could help myself to
whatever I wanted in the way of food in the morning if I got up first. As
it happened, I was. He had a nice apartment which I learned he could afford
from the royalties of his films and videos and that he also sold himself as
often as he could for he said that he loved a big hard cock as much as any
woman.

     I made myself some toast and coffee and took these into the sitting
room and saw the video he'd been talking about, on the coffee table. I put
it into the machine and sat down for my toast and coffee and watched it.

     It was really terrific and hooked me. He really acted the part of a
woman and you came to believe that he really was until you saw the explicit
male sex scenes which ran through all the homosexual acts which was a first
time for me to see them all. But even the heterosexual parts were brilliant
as well as the story which didn't let up on the scrapes that Francis got
into. (Ed: See the story of Francis in these editions.)

     It was halfway through when Jackie came out of his bedroom wearing a
bathrobe. He got himself a coffee and came and sat down with me to watch
the last half of the film.

     `You must have enjoyed making this,' I said during a lull.

     `I certainly did,' he said, and I could see that he had an erection at
seeing himself being fucked by his then lover in the film. I moved a bit
closer and pulled it out of his robe and he gave a sigh as I gently rubbed
my hand up and down on his shaft. `That's nice,' he sighed and laid back
but still kept his eyes open watching the film as I did. Then came a scene
that made me hot and I couldn't resist slipping off the settee where we
were sitting and going in between his legs and sucking on his full
erection. He gave out a groan and soon came in my mouth.

     I swallowed this and licked him clean and sat back to watch the rest
of the film and I was crying when it got near to the end where Francis is
deemed dead but not really for he was playing two roles, that of his
fictional twin brother, but it was still very moving and definitely
recommend that you read the book or at least see the film.

     `Well what do you think?' he asked when it finished.

     `It was absolutely great. If I'd been wearing knickers I would have
creamed them many times over.' He looked at me and said in a low voice.

     `Would you like to play the part of Diane?' he asked. Diane being a
character in the film. `After all, you saw to me and all I can do is to
reciprocate.'

     I didn't need asking twice for I was feeling quite randy after seeing
the film and still only wearing a robe, quickly lay back on the carpet and
opened the front for him to see the whole of my naked body. He was quickly
down there to and dived into my muff and really gave me a good seeing to
with his mouth, tongue and teeth and soon had me clawing at the carpet.

     `Now Jackie now,' I gasped, `fuck me. Fuck me now!'

     He came up over my body and was quickly inside me and we rocked
backwards and forwards on the floor as he fucked me. My legs were high and
I had come at his entry and was now building up to a second one and we
fought there and he brought me to my second one as he orgasmed and we came
to a halt, both breathing heavily and found that we'd half crossed the room
on my back.

     `I wish I'd been Diane in that film,' I said when my breathing was
back to normal. `That was great. Even better than last night with Walter.'

     `And you were better than Dorothy,' he said as he gave me a kiss which
I returned, `and Walter if it comes to that.'

     `Have you been with Ralph yet?' I asked. He was still on top and
inside me as we spoke.

     `No. Is he a client?'

     `No,' and gave out a laugh. `He's one of the male escorts and a
bi-sexual. I think you'd get on well with him. Oh, you're not colour
prejudiced are you for he's black?'

     `If he's a man with a big cock he could be a Martian for all I
care. Black, white or green I don't care as long I could have it where I
like it most,' he grinned as he began to pull out of me. I gave out that
little whimper as his prick slowly slid out of me. I think he liked the
fact that I went down on him to suck on his cock even though it was coated
in my own juices. He kissed me when I'd finished and we finally got up off
the floor and both went back into the bedroom and got dressed.

     It seemed strange to see the man that had just fucked me dressed up in
a dress and wearing make-up, but that was the strange world I was now
living in. We kissed goodbye and I walked a short way before being able to
hail a taxi to take me home.

     Life seemed to fall in its usual pattern of nothing happening for ages
and then everything erupting at once, though it wasn't really like that for
me at this time. Mum now had a new lodger by the name of George. He was
about halfway between mum's age and mine and not bad looking at that and I
was sure that he'd already become acquainted with her bedroom.

     I did my escort duties, having the odd man or two for sex over the
next couple of weeks and then got a message from Samantha saying that
Trevor Bentley wished to see me at my convenience. I jokingly said that I
didn't run a public toilet but it was lost on her. I was eager enough to go
straight round to his studio to be greeted by them both, getting a welcome
kiss from Rollo. Trevor himself now seemed to bounce about as he made me
sit down as Rollo got me a drink and I was handed the album. The pages had
already been marked for me to see the results of his photo shooting of
Rollo and myself.

     They were good, very good indeed but not ones that could be put up in
a gallery, in a porno magazine yes. Me on my knees showing my tits in full
swing with Rollo's cock halfway up inside me. Me with his erection in my
mouth were but two though the best was of the string of sperm that joined
the two of us together, caught in mid-flight from the eye of his cock to my
open mouth.

     I was highly delighted with them and said so but said that I hoped
that they didn't have any plans of having these published. Trevor was quick
to assure me that they wouldn't be but if ever I felt like moving into the
film industry, I could show these in a portfolio. Even though I had enjoyed
Jackie's film, I didn't think that that was the future course for me.

     Which became apparent it wasn't, a month later.

     `It seems a bit strange,' Samantha said one afternoon. `A couple of
times now I've had messages from Mr Bentley wishing to see you out of our
usual hours and now I get him asking you for escort duty. Strange, isn't
it?' I agreed with her and wondered why this change myself, but I still
went out as usual and called at his studio where he was all dressed up. He
skirted the issue when I tackled him head on as to why had he gone through
Samantha in this way to see me.

     I was surprised that he took me to the club I usually frequented, but
they did have a small dining area that was very discreet with low lighting
and you really did need the candles on the table.  I'd never eaten there
before and was surprised at the variety of food they offered and at
reasonable prices too. It was well away from the stage and usual drinking
area and you could hear each other without having to shout.

     The meal was good too and we even went onto a second bottle of wine
and it wasn't until we'd finished eating, only having liqueurs and coffee
on the table did he begin to tell me why he'd asked me out to dinner.

     `Er, Magenta,' he began. `I've asked you out tonight to ask you a
specific question. One that will affect your future enormously, as well as
mine. Will you marry me?'

      Fucking hell, I thought as I fell backwards in my seat. This was the
last thought that would have come into my mind. I think my mouth was open
in my amazement at this suggestion and he carried on quickly.

     `Before you say anything, please hear me out and you will understand
the reason for this...this proposal. With the death of my elder brother a
few months ago, I am now next in line to inherit from my father. Not only
the estate, but the Earldom as well. It's not something I wanted... but,
well, there it is. Now my father has asked, though with him you have to
read it as an order, that I get married.

    Now you know that I am a committed homosexual,' to this I could only
dumbly nod as I tried to take in what he was saying. `So this would really
only be a marriage of convenience . I would not tie you down to any rules
as long as we behaved discreetly, for it wouldn't do for my father to know
the true facts. You would be given an annual allowance, quite generous
really, so that you could then become a lady of leisure.

     I wouldn't make any sexual demands on you at all and hope that you
would respect me by keeping any liaisons you make, rather private as I
would mine.' He took my hand and held it.

     `I hold you in high esteem Magenta and can only hope that you will say
yes. Not to please my father, but to please me. We can still be good
friends and you can then do as you wish as long as I can continue with my
photography and keep Rollo.'

     At last he'd hit the nub of this. He wanted to obey his father and yet
keep his boyfriend. I was just being a pawn in his game, but then I had the
thought that using the chessboard analogy, if the pawn travels the length
of the board it can become a queen, though in this case, a Countess when
Trevor would finally inherit the title.

    `I...I...I'm extremely flattered and honoured that you should ask me,
but...'

     `Let me not hear the buts at the moment Magenta. I have rather sprung
this on you, especially with you knowing of my proclivities. I do so want
you to say yes because of knowing them, but I would please ask you to think
first and not give me an answer here and now.' I'd never seen Trevor so
earnest before and guessed that he really wanted this. A marriage of
convenience with no strings attached. It did bear giving it some thought
and so gave him a small smile and thanked him and said that I would
consider his proposal. I could see by his smile and the relief on his face
that I hadn't turned him down straight away. I gulped down my drink,
ignoring the now cold coffee and he did likewise and called for the bill.

     He took my arm as we left the club and the doorman hailed a taxi to
take us to his studio. I think Rollo already knew of the question I had
been asked for he had the door open as we came to the top of the stairs. He
must have been looking out for us to arrive. He quickly got us some drinks
and made me sit down on the bed as he gave me my glass. I could see he was
eager to know what I had said but at least he had the decency to refrain
from asking of my answer.

     Trevor was given his drink and had sat down next to me and Rollo
quickly pulled over a chair and sat down opposite us with an expectant look
on his face. I just smiled at him and let Trevor field the unspoken
question to a fidgeting Rollo.

     `Well I asked her,' Trevor finally said looking down at the glass he
held in his hand.

     `And?' Rollo asked, almost bouncing on his chair. There was silence
for a moment which I thought I'd better break.

     `I didn't say yes...' almost laughing at the expression on both their
faces, `but then, I didn't so no either. I need time to think about this
extraordinary proposal of Trevor's,' I finished with.

     `What's there to think about?' Rollo exclaimed with a surprised
expression on his face. `To be the future Countess of Lark and live at Lark
Hall. If I'd been a female and asked that I would have jumped in with both
feet.'

     `But you're not a female,' I said.

     `More the pity that I'm not,' he replied.

     `It's me that's the female in our relationship,' Trevor came in. `I
thought you knew that Magenta?'

     `Yes, but you do change roles sometimes, don't you?'

     `Occasionally, but I'd rather receive than give,' he gave a smile to
Rollo who returned it.

     `Same as me. Which I think would be the drawback to us getting
married,' and I saw their faces fall. `I need a man's organ as much as I
think you do Trevor.'

    `But Magenta, I wouldn't stop you having as many men as you wanted. The
only thing I would ask would be that you be discreet in going about it. God
forbid that I would expect you to enter a nunnery. I don't want that. I
just need to find a wife who could also have the kind of sex life that she
wished within those parameters and to let me have mine. Magenta,' and he
slipped off the bed onto his knees and took my hand in his and looked up at
me. `I asking for both of us, will you consent to become my wife?' I caught
the use of the possessive noun, us, and knew that it was in relation to him
and Rollo, but it didn't make any difference for I had already made up my
mind. I let them sweat a bit as I sat there with his hand holding mine,
looking at both their eyes seeing, what, hope, expectancy, I couldn't tell.

     `Yes Trevor,' I said with a smile, `I will be your wife.'

     His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and he jumped up as did Rollo
and they almost fought each other to get the fridge open and get out the
champagne that had been put on ice. I saw that they had more than one
bottle inside but we settled for one to start with though it wasn't long
before the second one was opened.

     It was during this one that Trevor wobbled back and sat down and
opened a small box to show a lovely big diamond engagement ring. It was
beautiful, sparkling in the studio lights and he took it out of the box and
slipped it on my finger and we all oohed and aahed over it as I twisted my
hand about for it to catch the light and give off its coloured spectrum.

     `How did you know my finger size?' I asked as I admired it. Trevor
gave out a giggle and Rollo hiccupped as they both tried to tell me how
they arrived at the size.

     `It...it...was based, or should I say guessed at, that your ring
finger was about the same circum...circumference as one of your nipples,'
Rollo managed to get out before laughing.

     `You've got to be joking,' I cried, laughing with them

     `We're not! Try it and see,' Rollo said as he pushed me back onto the
bed. I could see the fun of this and joined in and pulled my blouse up to
my neck to reveal my breasts.

     `Was it soft or hard?' Rollo asked Trevor.

    `Hard I think,' he slurred and so Rollo started to rub one nipple
between a forefinger and thumb. It started to rise up under his
manipulation but then, so did the other in response. `There,' he said as I
felt it now being rock hard. `Let's try the ring on it.'

     Rollo then fumbled with my hand and as I was enjoying this, quite
willing let him pull the ring off and pass it to Trevor who placed it over
the nipple of the tit he was now holding.

     `There! What did I say? A perfect fit,' and I was amazed at them
coming up with this idea for I would never ever have thought of working out
my ring finger size in this way. What surprised me next was that it was
Trevor who put his mouth over my tit and sucked on the nipple, pulling the
ring off at the same time.

     `Careful,' Rollo said in alarm. `Don't you dare swallow it. We don't
want the ring coming out of your ring,' and off he went in a gale of
laughter. It made Trevor choke at the joke and at least managed to cough
the ring out before he creased up with his own laughter.

     The next minute I had Rollo sucking on one nipple while Trevor sucked
on the other and I had my arms round both their necks and had never felt
happier in my life.

     But that was as far as it went in my sexual experience with Trevor,
for when they sobered up a little as to what they were doing they stopped
and went all bashful. I was sat up and my blouse pulled down and it went
back to basically a drinking party though I wouldn't have minded at being
the meat in the sandwich. Shades of Abe and Joe, my two black marines that
wouldn't have hesitated to both fuck me at the same time, neither caring
which hole they used.

     It was well into the early hours of the morning when I got home and I
didn't show mum the ring till the morning. She gave out a shriek and hugged
me and wanted to know all about the man who'd given me the ring. I gave her
a potted version which satisfied her and she went really over the moon when
she learned that he was to be a future Earl. She couldn't wait to get out
of the house to go and tell her drinking friends at what a catch her
daughter had made in the marriage stakes.

     With her out of the kitchen I sat there drinking my coffee and
wondered if I was doing the right thing, but, after half an hour of
thinking, I was no way nearer an answer and so I mentally shrugged my
shoulders and decided to let the future take care of itself.

     At least it took a couple of days before the word got out at the
agency and they all then wanted to see the ring, Violet being the first and
begged for me to take her as my bridesmaid. I laughingly agreed and she was
cock a hoop at this and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. Samantha
congratulated me and hoped that the wedding was a long way off, for, though
she didn't put it into words she wanted me to stay at the agency for as
long as I could. There was no two ways about it as I found out from the
secretary, that many of our clients always asked for me first before
accepting whoever was left, so I could see what she was after. I put her
mind at rest by saying that at the moment, I had no intention of
resigning. Mind you, the doctor wasn't too happy at my six monthly check up
when he heard of the news. He still got across me to get his end away in
lieu of payment for the check and hoped that I would stay at the agency he
said as he put himself away after having a good fucking session with me.

     I still went out on escort duties and I was surprised at the number of
men that noticed that I was now wearing a ring on my left hand. It took
some talking for them to ignore it for it was still me, ring or no ring but
it made them a bit wary, especially when I wouldn't say who my intended
was.

     Trevor now had my mobile phone number and he rang me up a week later
to tell me that he'd finally told his father that he'd got engaged and that
he would be delighted to meet his future daughter-in-law.

     `So do you think you can clear yourself over the next weekend so that
we can pay him a visit?' Trevor finally got round to asking. No problem I
told him and agreed to pack enough clothes to cover Friday evening round to
the Monday morning.

     Samantha wasn't happy at this news but she had no choice but to
swallow and live with it and so I was packed and ready by lunchtime of
Friday. I was surprised to see that Rollo was going to come with us, doing
the driving of the hired car, but on reflection, thought that I shouldn't
really have been surprised for they were after all, really the two who were
married to each other, I was just the decorative camouflage when you really
looked at it.

     I still couldn't get it straight in my mind as we drove out of London,
that at sometime in the future, I would be a real Lady and also have the
title of Countess of Lark to throw out to all that asked my name. The Lady
bit would come as soon as I married Trevor but the Countess part wouldn't
happen until the passing on of his father and Trevor then became the
current Earl.

     We had taken the motorway up towards Cambridge and then turned off to
go towards Norwich before I asked exactly where we were going.

     `To Lark Hall. It's near the old American Air base of Mildenhall and
the estate borders the river Lark. In fact, we lost quite a bit of land
under a government purchase order so that the airfield could be built way
back. We live north of the airfield along the river Lark where we
originally got the title from. One of my ancestors was a ship's captain
during Queen Elizabeth's time. The first that is, and brought back so much
captured booty from plundering Spanish ships on the main that he was given
an Earldom and a huge hunk of land.' He gave out a laugh. `The first Earl
would have been astounded to see that part of the land he had earned by
fighting from a wooden ship was finally used to carry planes loaded with
bombs for fighting Germans.'

     We soon turned off the Norwich road and headed for the village of
Mildenhall and soon passed through it and took another road that wasn't
signposted and drove on for several miles before I noticed that this road
didn't have any hedges. I remarked on this and was told that we were now in
the grounds of Lark Hall and that we should soon see the house. Which was
true, for we cleared some trees and there, about a mile away was the
Hall. It looked small at this point but appeared to grow as we got closer
and I could see that they had retained the original Elizabethan façade of
the place in the middle with later additions tacked on at either end. It
was three stories though the upper one looked cramped, there not being much
room between the windows and the eaves of the red slate roof. Big chimneys
soared high up, four in all though I could a minute later see that there
were at least four in each stack.

     `It's...it's wonderful,' I breathed out. `You leave this to live in
London?' I asked Trevor who'd sat in the back with me, having had to lean
over the front seat to give Rollo directions now and then.

     `The galleries and work are in London,' he replied, `not out here,
though I suppose we'll have to move out here eventually.'

     `Well I would like to live out here,' I said, again speaking before
I'd put my brain in gear. Then had second thoughts which I didn't give
voice to of where would I get my regular supply of erections to suck and
fuck me when we would no doubt have Rollo out here with us. We'll cross
that bridge when we come it I said to myself as the car drew up to the
large front door.

     An elderly man stood there with three other men standing behind
him. By his stance and bearing I guessed who it was before Trevor spoke.

     `That's my father with Stanford, the major domo behind and two
footmen.' We got out of the car and Trevor shook hands with his father
before turning to introduce me but the Earl spoke first.

     `This must be Magenta. My, the lovely hair goes with the
name. Trevor's description of you was somewhat lacking in saying at how
strikingly beautiful you are,' he exclaimed as he took me into his arms and
gave me a kiss on each cheek.

     `Thank you sir,' I said, not being able to curtsey for he was still
holding me. `Trevor never told me anything of you so I am pleasurably
surprised at how young you are.'

     `Flatterer,' he smiled, `but it's nice to hear this old man of fifty
four being called young.' I smiled back at him but didn't say anymore in
case I went over the top.

     `And this is our friend Roland who agreed to come and drive for us,'
Trevor said introducing Rollo.

     `Nice to meet you sir,' he said stepping forward as the Earl released
me to shake his hand.

     `My pleasure,' the Earl said. `It's nice to have some young blood back
here again since...well, let's get inside.'

     Stanford had already moved past us and indicated to the two footmen to
see to our bags as we followed the Earl into the Hall. It was a long low
entrance lobby that opened up into a large hall that went up the three
stories, the beamed roofing being only just visible in the gloom. There was
a staircase either side on this door into the hall that went up to a
gallery that ran down the two sides and crossed over at the far end. It was
about the length of three London buses and had a massive fireplace on our
left, big enough to stand up in. Down the middle was a large long table
with at least twenty odd chairs ranged down each side and a very long
sideboard down on the right hand side.

     Above the fireplace was the family coat of arms flanked by heavy
swords and battleaxes and two suits of armour stood at attention either
side of the fireplace, the gauntlet hands placed over a sword that had its
point down between their feet. Two others stood at each end of the
sideboard next to doors that I assumed led to the kitchen.

     `We dine here on special occasions but it does tend to get cold in
here in the winter. This way,' and he turned left and led us up the
carpeted staircase and along a corridor stopping at the third door which
Stanford opened for us. `This will be your sitting room,' he said leading
the way in. `Your bedroom my dear is through that door on the left and
Trevor's is there on the right.' The footmen carried our bags in, Trevor
indicating which bags were to go in which room. `Stanford. Show Mr Roland
his room. Well I'll leave you to freshen up. You'll find all the usual
facilities in your bedroom. Drinks in half an hour before dinner. I'll see
you then.' He went out and left Trevor and myself alone in the sitting room
as he called it.

     Opposite the door we came in was one big window with two smaller ones
either side next to the doors that led to the bedrooms. Either side of the
door were two large bookcases and a fireplace off to the left. The ceiling
wasn't as high as I thought it might have been but it looked cosy enough
with two settees and two arm chairs by the fireside and a small table
before the grate. The room was panelled halfway up from the floor and had a
fret like frieze all the way round topping off the panels. Above, it was
painted and I shuddered for it was magnolia and didn't really go with the
panels and the carpet which was a deep burgundy in colour.

     `What do you think so far?' Trevor asked.

     `Impressive and I think I'm going to like your father. He seems a very
nice man.'

     `Yes, he is. Well, time for a wash and change and then drinks,' he
said as he went over to his door leaving me and so I went over to mine and
into the bedroom. It was decorated and panelled the same as the sitting
room. I noticed another door opposite this one and went over and found it
locked, shrugged my shoulders and took stock of the room.  It held a large
double bed and I was disappointed for I'd expected a great big four poster
with curtains. The room itself was smaller than the other room for this
also held the bathroom on the inside wall, the door to this being opposite
the big window which looked out over the drive up to the Hall from the
right hand side as I looked out.

     The bathroom was nice and big and I had a quick wash and went and
opened a case and pulled out a fresh dress and then did my make-up before
going back out to the sitting room where Trevor was waiting for me.

     We made our way to the big hall and he whispered to me to not make any
allusions about him and Rollo. I thought of Abe, or was it Joe once saying
to me that mamma didn't raise no stupid chillun. Rollo caught up with us
and we entered the hall together for drinks before dinner.

     I'm not going to bore you with what was a horrible weekend for me. The
Earl, Lord William, was as nice as pie, showing me all over the Hall, the
kitchens, the stables and the grounds. It was the nights that were a
torment for me. Trevor and Rollo getting their rocks off and me getting
nothing. I was glad when Monday morning dawned and we said our goodbyes and
drove off back towards London. I wasn't in a very good mood or companion on
the way back. I was glad when they dropped me off at my home in the mid
afternoon. It was a very stilted thank you for the weekend before I slammed
the car door after I'd got out and took my suitcase indoors.

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