Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2012 08:11:16 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Lady Bentley. Part Six.

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

    Part Six

     I did that night's duty and next day I was up by lunch time and had a
good bath and was dressed in my best and ready at the appointed time. On
the dot, the Daimler pulled up outside and I was quickly inside the car to
be given a kiss and told at how lovely I looked. He looked very handsome
too in his new suit that didn't seem the right dress for an afternoon tea
party.

     `Where are we going?' I asked as the car moved off with us settled in
the back seat.

     `Wait and see,' he grinned back at me and wouldn't even give me a hint
as to where we were going.

     I creamed my knickers when I saw where we were when the car turned
into the gates of Buckingham Palace.

     `You bastard,' I laughed as we drove round the side of the
palace. `You might at least have told me.' He laughed.

     `I wanted to see your face when you found out, and it was a
picture. Well worth the waiting for.' he said as he laughed again. I gave
him a punch on the arm before the car was directed to a parking space and I
was then helped out of the car and had my arm taken by Malcolm as he led me
through a courtyard and out into the palace gardens at the rear.

     There must have been about three hundred people already there, milling
about between several marquees set up and sitting at lots of tables
scattered about the well tended lawns.

     `Will we meet the Queen?' I asked as he sat me down at a table as a
footman came over to us with cups, saucers and plates, followed by another
bearing a silver tea pot to pour out and yet another with a tray of small
goodies on it.

     `Mmm,' he mused, `It's possible. Milk? Sugar?'

     `Oh you're impossible!' I cried. `Both,' I said, fidgeting about on my
chair, a bag of nerves and yet full of excitement at the possible event of
meeting our Queen Elizabeth. I don't remember drinking my tea or if I
actually ate anything from the plate for I was busy watching everybody else
and guessed from the murmuring crowd and their movements that the Queen was
somewhere out there on the lawns and moving about.

     I saw one group close to us suddenly part and there she was, that
small woman who was our Royal Sovereign, and she was moving ever closer to
where we were sitting.

     `Stand up Magenta,' Malcolm said out of the side of his mouth as he
stood up. I quickly stood too as she came up to us, her hand outstretched.

     `Sir Malcolm!' she said offering her hand which he shook lightly, only
the once. `How nice to see you again.'

     `The pleasure is all mine ma-am,' he said giving a bow.  She turned to
me and I blushed and dropped a curtsey. `Allow me to present Miss Magenta,'
he said.

     `Magenta!' the Queen said as I took her hand in mine and gave it one
shake as I had seen Malcolm do. `What a lovely name and so fitting for it
goes with your hair. It looks most delightful in the sunlight.'

     `Thank you ma-am,' I stuttered, at a loss of what else to say. She
turned back to Malcolm for a few words before speaking to us both again.

    `Please excuse me, but there are still quite a few more people for me
to speak to.'

     `Ma-am,' said Malcolm giving another bow and I gave her a curtsey as
she moved off to speak to another group of people.

     `I've wet my knickers,' I whispered to Malcolm as I sat down again, my
legs trembling so much that I couldn't have stood up any longer. He gave
out a bellow of a laugh.

     `I don't think she noticed,' he said still laughing.

     `Oh my God!' I finally got out. `I've just shaken hands with the
Queen.' I felt quite shook up at the experience and found that I had a
fresh cup of tea there on the table which I instantly drank. I saw but
didn't really take any notice that Malcolm had beckoned over a man with a
camera and he said a few words with him and passed over a visiting card
before turning back to me with a smile.

     `Well how was this for an afternoon tea party?' he asked.

    `I...I...I'm lost for words. To meet the Queen? I wouldn't have
believed it even if you had told me earlier,' I said. `She...she was
wonderful. She even said that she liked my hair!'

     `I like your hair too,' he said.

     `But you're not the Queen,' I replied.

     `Which thank the Lord I'm not sir,' he answered which set us both off
laughing.

     `Come Magenta,' he said after he'd wiped his eyes from the tears of
his laughter. `It's time for us to leave. It doesn't pay to overstay your
welcome at these things.' He offered me his arm and so we walked back
across the lawns and were soon back at the car. His man had the door open
ready for us and we got in and we were soon driving out onto the Mall
again.

     `Thank you Malcolm,' I said giving his arm a hug. `You've given me an
afternoon I'll never forget.' He gave me a kiss on the cheek.

     `The day's not over yet. Would you have dinner with me?'

     `I'd love to,' I said and was surprised that we didn't stop at any
restaurant but outside a big imposing Georgian house in the middle of
Mayfair. The car driver got out and opened the door for us and we stepped
out.

     `Where are we?' I asked as the driver went up the steps and opened the
big front door.

     `My home. I thought that just the two of us for dinner would be rather
nice,' he answered. I had no words to say to that and just let myself be
guided up the steps and into his house.

     `Dinner for eight o'clock Michael,' he said to the man as we passed
through the door.

     `Very good sir,' he replied and went out, closing the door behind him.

     `Michael?' I asked.

     `Yes. He's my man.'

     `Man? Your chauffeur?'

     `That too. He looks after me in all things. Chauffeur, valet, butler,
houseman, he's all those things. He's married to my cook and they both look
after my needs, well almost all my needs. It appears that you take care of
what they can't,' he said with a smile and I got another kiss on the
cheek. I glowed at that.

     The hall wasn't all that big with a staircase going up on the right
and a passageway down on the left side. He moved over to a door below the
foot of the stairs and I followed him into a lounge that was quite large
and I saw that an arch had been made into the left hand wall that made the
place almost open plan and I could see a highly polished dining table with
fourteen chairs. Malcolm had gone over to a drinks trolley and started
pouring out some drinks.

     `Gin and Tonic Magenta?'

     `Yes please,' I said, taking the glass as I looked round the rather
austere room lacking a woman's touch. The only thing that could be
described as feminine was the picture of a naked woman above the fire
place.

     `Is that...?'

     `Alas no. It's only a copy. The original is in the Prado in Madrid and
worth a small fortune.'

     We were interrupted by a middle aged woman coming into the lounge with
an ice bucket.

     `Oh, I'm sorry Sir Malcolm. I didn't know you were home already,' she
said moving over and putting the ice container on the drinks trolley.

     `That's alright Rose. Dinner for two at eight please,' he said.

     `Certainly sir,' she said as she went out, closing the door behind
her.

     `That's Rose, my cook. Wife of Michael. They run the house for me,
have done for quite a few years now. Would you like to see upstairs?'
Malcolm asked me.

     `Yes please,' I said, finishing my drink and putting it down on the
tray. I followed him upstairs, still thrilled at my meeting with the Queen
and asked him if he'd met her before, forgetting that he must have done to
be knighted but also that she knew his name.

     `Several times,' he said as we went along a warmly lit passage and
into the first door on the right. `This is my bedroom.'

     It was not quite as large as the lounge down below but that was
because it had an en suite bathroom off to the left. Again, I could see
straight away that it was a man's room and that it held a large bed which I
went and sat down on.

     `I must thank you again for taking me to the palace today,' I said,
patting the bed next to me. He smiled and came and sat down as I turned and
put my arms round him and gave him a kiss on the lips. He held me and
returned the kiss as we fell back on the bed.

     `Do you bring other girl friends here?' I asked as I ran my hand down
his chest and lightly rested it on his trouser front.

     `Actually, no. You're the first one I've ever invited here,' he
replied. I moved my hand across his front and felt that he was getting
hard.

     `Then I'm very honoured to be the first,' I said as my hand found the
zip of his trousers and pulled it down. He didn't try to stop me but just
gave me a smile as my hand went inside and found what I was looking for. It
was hot to the touch and I pulled it free from his trousers and began to
rub that hard shaft. I sat up to see what I was playing with and began to
drool at the sight of the fiery flesh of the head of his cock straining
against the retaining foreskin. I moved down a little and bent my head and
took him into my mouth.

     He gave out a little gasp as my lips closed around the head and
started to use my tongue on him. His pulse rate rose as I moved my hand up
and down as I sucked on him and when he began to twitch, moved it faster
and held him fast with my teeth as his hips began to buck and he gave out a
groan as he began to come. Sending spurts of semen out of the eye and into
my waiting mouth, holding it there as more came out to fill my mouth. I
kept squeezing him till he stopped moving and only then did I lift my head
up and tilting it back, let him see my throat move as I swallowed it. I
gave him a smile and licked my lips and went back down on him again to lick
him clean.

     When this was done, I put him back inside his trousers and zipped him
up and then lay back with him.

     `Thank you Magenta. That was lovely, truly lovely,' he said with a
smile and leaned over and kissed me on the lips that just a minute ago were
around his prick. `Now I think we should go back downstairs for another
drink before dinner.'

     After a lovely meal served by Michael, coffee and liqueurs, there was
no talk of me going home and not a word was said as he took my hand and led
me back upstairs for us to undress and go to bed. He had me twice that
night, given me an orgasm each time before we finally fell asleep from
sheer tiredness.

     `You're morning tea madam,' said Michael, waking me up with his voice.

    `Wha...' I muttered, coming round from a deep sleep and realised that
the sheet was down to my waist and quickly sat up and pulled the sheet up
to cover my breasts as Michael placed a cup and saucer down next to
Malcolm. It was a pure reflex action of covering my breasts for it was
really pointless for he'd had a good look at them before he'd woken me up.

     `You're morning tea sir,' he said as Malcolm stirred with my sudden
movement in the bed. Michael then disappeared into the bathroom and I heard
taps being turned on and guessed that he was filling up the bath.

     Malcolm was sitting up and drinking his tea when Michael emerged from
the bathroom.

     `Your bath water is ready and I shall return in ten minutes sir to lay
out your things,' he said as he then went and left the bedroom. It wasn't
until the door was closed did I sit up to drink my tea.

     `He saw my breasts!' I said as the sheet now fell down as I picked up
my cup.

     `And nice they are to see first thing in the morning, as is the rest
of you,' he said as he pulled the sheet off me. I put down my empty cup and
lay back in the same pose as the picture downstairs. `You even look better
than the Maja,' he said with a smile as his hand rubbed my stomach and
reached up to fondle a breast. `Come on,' he said letting go of me and
swinging his legs out of bed. `Time to get up. The bath's ready.' I watched
the sway of his bum as he moved towards the bathroom and I quickly got out
and followed him. I had a pee first before joining him in the big bath he
had there which I think we could have fitted another person in there as
well it was that big. Bigger than the bath in Lark Hall, the thought of
which made me look at my left hand not having realised that for the second
time of going out with Malcolm that I had taken my engagement ring off. As
we smiled at each other in the hot water I wondered if I should tell him or
not but decided against it and played with his tool using my foot instead.

     I then soaped his chest for him and turned round in the water for him
to do the same to me, loving the feel of his hands massage the soap over my
nipples that came up hard as nuts. He knelt up behind me and I put my hand
behind me and felt that he had an erection. Why not, I thought, and so I
got up onto my knees still facing away from him and placed my hands on the
sides of the bath.

     With the water lapping around my pussy, he knew what I wanted and did
precisely that. He shoved his prick up inside and began to fuck me there in
the bath. Water sloshed everywhere but we didn't care and as his sap rose,
he moved faster and eventually strained up against my bum as he came
shooting inside me. It was a glorious fuck with his hard prick deep inside
me and my tits swaying back and forth in the water, making waves that
overflowed onto the tiled floor.

     `Magenta, you truly are a treasure,' he gasped as he leaned on my rear
end. `If I were the marrying kind...,' I couldn't sing the next line for I
was, and would be in a couple of months time.

     We dried ourselves off and went back into the bedroom to find that the
bed had been made and a clean set of clothes had been laid out for him
while I could only put on the summer frock I had worn the day before.

     We went down for breakfast that was laid out on the side board in hot
covered dishes for us to help ourselves when I noticed the time on the
clock there.

     `Good Lord! It's only seven fifteen!' I exclaimed. `I haven't been up
this early in ages.' He laughed as he heaped his plate with eggs and bacon
and other bits and pieces. I did the same to mine for I was hungry too.

     I was dropped off at my house at eight fifteen and didn't see Malcolm
again for six months.

     Christmas approached us very fast. Violet and I had both had our last
dress fittings and my lovely wedding dress was all packed and ready when I
remembered my promise to George and waylaid him the next week when mum was
out at bingo and let him fuck me again for the second time. He was over the
moon with this and promised not to let me down at the wedding.

     I met with Trevor a couple of times and was apprised of the
arrangements that Rollo had made in respect of transport for the guests to
spend Christmas Day at the Hall and also for their return to London after
the wedding. So they would only be staying for three nights after talking
Samantha into having that last night there saying that her secretary could
run the agency for that extra day.

     Christmas Eve arrived along with the Earl's Bentley car sent down for
us. Well with his name, what other car would he have? This was to carry
Violet, Samantha, mother, myself and Jackie, dressed up as a woman while
Rollo drove the other hired car. This was to carry him, Ralph, Trevor,
George and Adrian, the latter being the owner of an art gallery that
displayed a lot of Trevor's works.

     There was a lot of laughter in our car though I was a bag of nerves
for the whole journey and couldn't really get into the spirit of
things. Samantha had been surprised when I said that I would still continue
to be an escort for the agency, though I didn't explain to her why.

     The Earl was waiting for us again on the steps and I found out that
there were hidden sensors half a mile back from the Hall that alerted them
of an approaching vehicle. I got a kiss on the cheek from him whereas the
others only had their hands shaken.

     Everybody was shown to their rooms and later given a tour of the Hall
and grounds before dinner. Even the vicar who was to marry Trevor and
myself was there for drinks before our evening meal. He briefly went
through the ceremony with the two of us as the others were having their pre
dinner drinks and we finally sat down all twenty four people, some of whom
I met for the first time. These being notables of the village and a couple
of friends of the Earl.

     The hall of Lark Hall had been lavishly decorated with a huge tree
festooned with lights and baubles and decorations were slung across from
the beams and even the suits of armour had been given red Santa Claus
hats. All the guests had to attend the Christmas service the next morning
after breakfast and at lunch, each one was given a present from under the
tree. Each was made of silver though I was given a brooch that also had
diamonds set into the silver.

     The meal itself was the traditional fare and we all had fun with the
Christmas crackers and finished up wearing the paper hats from inside them.

     Everybody had a nap that afternoon, I was in the same room I'd had
before with Trevor having the room opposite of the sitting room. There I
slept alone as I would do that night too. Before we had pre dinner drinks,
I went and helped the Earl and Trevor serve up the staff's Christmas dinner
in the huge kitchen and I was pleased that Violet offered to help as well.
It was fun and it created a lot of jokes which were accepted with the
festive spirit. They had their meal now for they'd already prepared our
dinner which was to be a cold buffet already set out in the hall.

     With that annual chore over, we went back to join the others for a
drink before helping ourselves from the buffet. I only picked at my food
because of the butterflies in my stomach and was glad when I could escape
from everybody to be on my own in my bedroom. I don't think I slept a wink
but I must have done.

     Violet came into my room in the morning to have breakfast with me and
mother came too. They ate half of mine between them and then it came the
time for them to help me dress, though it was mostly Violet for mum kept
breaking out into tears every now and then.

    Bathed, hair washed, dried and perfumed, I sat down naked for Violet to
do my hair as I did my make-up. Then it was suspender belt, the something
old, to hold up my new white silk stockings and Violet slipped a blue
garter up my left leg and with mum wiping her face again in the bathroom,
gave me a quick kiss on my muff before I stood up. With the help of mum,
they lifted the dress up and carefully put it over my head and settled it
down on my shoulders. Mum was astonished that I wasn't wearing any knickers
and also complained about the lack of bra. I didn't like wearing either and
said so. With my breasts settled into the cups of the low cut wedding gown,
I was showing quite a bit of cleavage and I'm sure the vicar would get an
eyeful when I knelt down in front of him. Then came the veil which was
really just a hoop holding the veil at the front for I wanted my hair to
really shine and to help this, I had put on the something borrowed which
was a diamond tiara, one of the Bentley's heirlooms.

     Mum cried again when I was finally ready and didn't have time to wipe
her face as a maid knocked on the door and told her the cars were
ready. Mum gave me a kiss and went out and let George in.

     `My, my, you do look wonderful Magenta. I might not be your father but
I'm certainly going to be proud to escort you down the aisle looking like a
queen.' He came over and I offered him my cheek for him to kiss. `Well it's
almost time, shall we go?' he asked, offering me his arm. I gathered up my
train as Violet carried my bouquet as well as her own and we went
downstairs to the car. There were oohs and aahs from the staff that had to
stay behind as I swept down the stairs and got into the Bentley and with
George and Violet in as well, we drove off and down to the church in the
village.

     There was quite a crowd outside the gate leading up to the door of the
church and this path was lined with villagers too as we stopped and got
out. There were quite a few who clapped and shouted out their good wishes
and I even got a couple of wolf whistles as we walked up to the door were
we stopped so that Violet could see that the train was straight behind
me. She gave me a peck on the cheek as she handed me my bouquet and almost
at once, the organ started to play the wedding march and George and I
started that walk down the aisle.

     I'm sure my face was as red as my hair as everybody looked back to see
me walk that short distance to where Trevor and Rollo waited in front of
the vicar. The pews were full with mum and my friends in the front row on
the left with the Earl and his people over on the right.

     Trevor and I were married and I lifted my veil for his kiss before we
moved off to sign the register before walking back up the aisle together to
much clapping from the congregation. The path outside was covered in rose
petals which must have cost quite a bit with it being winter though
thankfully, it was a rather mild day for that time of year. Rice and
confetti was thrown at us and pictures were taken, lots of them before we
moved down to the waiting cars to take us back to the hall.

     We went straight up to our sitting room where I took off my veil but
kept the tiara on and had a pee that I was desperate for. We then went back
down to the hall to find it packed with people sitting down at extra tables
and chairs that had been put out. We sat at the top table and I enjoyed
whatever food was placed in front of me. Champagne flowed and I think
everybody had a good time and I'm glad it was a big cake for there was only
just enough to go round for everybody there.

     The party was still going when I decided that I'd had enough and
whispered to the Earl that I was going to bed for I was by then feeling
very tired. He gave me a wan smile and a kiss on the cheek.

     `You were truly magnificent Magenta,' he said. `I was very proud to
see you there and now here and that you are now my daughter-in-law.' I
thanked him and then told Trevor that I was going up to our rooms but he
could stay down if he wished. I signalled to Violet that I was leaving the
table and she helped me get out of my chair because of the dress and we
both went upstairs together after thanking everybody for making it such a
happy day for me.

     Happy I wasn't, for this was really only a marriage of convenience for
Trevor to disguise the fact that he was a homosexual. We went into my
bedroom where she helped me off with my dress and I took off the tiara too
as well as the blue garter which I gave to Violet for I wouldn't need it
again. I kept on my suspender belt and stockings and just put on a wrap and
went back to the sitting room and flopped down in an armchair.

     `Thank fuck that's over,' I said, feeling quite drained at keeping up
the smile and cheerful chatter which I didn't really feel like doing. `Fix
me a large gin and tonic please Violet. Champagne's okay but I'd rather
have the bite of the gin.' She made me a drink and passed over a glass.
`Not having one?'

     `No thanks. If you don't mind, I'd rather go back down to the party.'

     `Okay Violet,' I said wearily. `Go off and have fun. I'll be alright.'
She left me alone and I sat there and sipped my drink and wondered just
what the hell made me say yes to this farce of a marriage. It seemed a good
idea at the time, marrying into a titled family and with Trevor to now be
the next Earl, I would be a Countess then. I think it was also that I could
have sex with as many men as I wanted and not get any comeback from Trevor.
It was also having a husband which gave me an excuse to duck out of any
uncomfortable situation I might find myself in one day.

     But I was in an uncomfortable situation now. This was my wedding night
and I was to spend it alone in bed. I couldn't help the tears that begun to
run down my cheeks and quickly finished my drink and went and flung myself
down on the bed. I crawled under the covers and didn't bother to take of my
belt or stockings and cried myself to sleep.

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