Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2012 20:07:44 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Countess of Lark. Part Five.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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      Part Five

     The staff of the Hall drifted away to their various duties while the
rest, small in number, went into the great hall which was draped in black,
for the funeral feast. A buffet table had been laid out though I had the
under butler and a maid be on hand to furnish the guests with the drinks of
their choice. I barely said two words to the Peers of the Realm while they
stayed and I had Malcolm, yes, he did turn up, sit next to me at the table
for this lunch. Mother and George had also come for this funeral of their,
well, mums' son-in-law, and sat with us as we ate. They would of course be
staying the night and had Rollo's old room.

     All the guests stayed for the obligatory hour before people started to
leave, each shaking my hand and giving me their condolences etc, before
letting the next one say his piece before leaving. I asked Malcolm in a
whisper if he was staying the night and got a whispered yes back which
brightened my otherwise miserable day.

     I took him on a tour of the Hall during the afternoon and told
Stanford to tell the cook that there would be an extra one for dinner. Mum
and George spent the afternoon being with William and watching over
Alexandra.

     It was also in Stanford's hearing that during the meal, I asked if
Malcolm would like to stay overnight instead of that long drive to
London. He said yes to this and so I asked Stanford to get one of the maids
to see to what had been Alex's room, and make it fit for my guest also one
for Michael, Malcolm's driver, who would have had his dinner with the
staff. This was done but I'm sure I saw a glint of understanding in
Stanford's eyes at this subterfuge. But it was none of his business for it
was really now my Hall and the reigning monarch of it and of all that it
contained, the animate and inanimate.

     We stayed in the yellow room where we'd dined and had our coffee and a
brandy each and I told Stanford that that would be all for the night and
that I would escort Sir Malcolm up to his room. So at ten o'clock, with
butterflies in my stomach, we left the yellow room and I led Malcolm
upstairs and into the sitting room that divided the two bedrooms. Mum and
George having gone up fifteen minutes before us.

     `That's your room,' I said to Malcolm, letting go of his hand that I
had held all the way up to this room, indicating the door on the
right. `That's mine,' pointing to the one on the left. `The door's never
locked,' I added with a smile. `Please mess up your bed at least before you
come to mine.' He pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

     `Ten minutes,' he said and went off to his room to do as I asked. I
went into mine and quickly got undressed and got naked into my bed. He
arrived on the dot, gliding in silently, his feet bare and wearing a
robe. My room was only lit by a very weak lamp and it cast most of the room
into shadow but he was still clearly to be seen as he came towards the bed
before stopping.

     `It's been a long time Malcolm since I've seen you properly,' I said,
my voice sounding rather husky. He gave me a lovely smile and pulled his
robe open and let it slide off his shoulders.

     His body still looking fit and healthy but the most outstanding thing
about him was doing just that. His erection looked out of proportion to the
rest of his body. Big, thick, up hard and looking stronger than the rest of
him. Besides, it looked good enough to eat and it swayed slightly from side
to side as he moved to the bed and slowly climbed on, his cock bouncing
nicely. `What a beautiful looking man you are,' I said as I threw back the
sheet for him, uncovering my body at the same time.

     `And you surpass the beauty of Venus,' he replied and bent his head
and paid homage to my breasts. Kissing first and then nibbling as he liked
to do. He slid his body down the bed before I had a chance to grab his
sword, kissing me as he went down and moved in between my legs. He was not
Aladdin and so didn't have to say Open Sesame for my legs to part for him
to see the treasure cave they had hidden from view.

     His arms came up under my thighs and the fingers of both hands opened
up the petals of my flower and acted the part of a bee in licking and
sucking at the nectar that he found round the growing bud of my clit.

     This he licked and stroked with his tongue and took me to heaven with
the angel wisps of his tongue, darting back and forth over my fully risen
bud. He teased it with his tongue and teeth until I was almost screaming
for relief and tugged at his ears, the love handles, to move up and fuck
me.

     He complied and moved up and I felt the head of his cock come between
my thighs and being as wet as I was in anticipation, slid in quite
easily. Not quite easily, for I had squeezed my inner muscles tight
together to make his entry really feel as if he was having to force his way
in. But in he came, pushing himself up my body as his organ filled me.

     I came there and then with him not quite on top of me, bucking away as
I orgasmed, him hanging onto my shoulders to hold himself where he was as I
forced my body up and down on that lovely hunk of flesh up inside me,
fucking myself on it.

     He hung on and forced himself even deeper into me until our stomachs
met and he let me finish my throes of ecstasy before attempting any moving
of his own. My face felt flushed when I'd finished and I could see my tits
heaving up and down as I drew in deep breaths before looking up into
Malcolm's smiling face.

     `I think you enjoyed that,' he said with his lovely smile on his face
and the hairs on his chest just rubbing my nipples.

     `It was fantastic!' I breathed out. `You don't know how much I needed
that relief. Now it's your turn and maybe you can give me a second coming
at the same time.'

     `Then we'll take it nice and slow,' he replied, easing himself down
onto his elbows, his chest now just squashing the nipples on their mounds
as he began to move his hips, letting me feel him move his shaft in and out
of me in a most tantalising way. Not quite pulling out, but bringing the
head of his cock quite close to the entrance, just enough to widen me that
little bit more before sliding back inside. It was as smooth as a well
oiled piston, lubricated with my juices instead of oil, moving backwards
and forwards, slowly building up a head of steam in both of our
boilers. The question was which one was going to burst first and send the
scalding flow of lava up or down my vaginal passage.

     My legs went high to give him as much penetration as possible and my
fingers began to dig into his shoulders as my boiler began to steam. He
knew my body language better than I did and started to put more pressure
into his thrusting, knowing that I was nearing my peak. I could feel sweat
breaking out on my forehead which was another sign for him and he really
began to pound his body up into mine, mashing our pubic bones together in
his forceful fucking of me and my safety valve blew apart.

     I muffled my scream as best I could as it blew like a ton of fireworks
going off at the same time. Cascades of colours flew across my eyes and my
whole body was on fire as my lava exploded downwards as his boiler blew
upwards. It was like two microscopic atoms coming together inside my body
and when they collided, it was like a bomb going off.

     Every throb of the head of his cock was like a thunderbolt as more
seed erupted into me and my fire was fighting his as we thrashed about on
the bed. I had no control of my body as it bucked under him as though it
was trying to fight him off while my hands and fingers were digging into
his back to try and have him stay there. He too was holding me with his
hands up under my armpits and gripping my shoulders as he kept pushing
himself hard into me as he began to run out of ammunition to fire.

    With his gun out of ammunition and my salvoes finished, he collapsed on
top of me and I held him tight as we both gasped for breath, our sweaty
bodies sliding against each other, the hairs on his chest still exciting my
squashed nipples.

     `Magenta,' he gasped. `That's been the best ever,' and he kissed me
and then licked the sweat off my upper lip, and I hugged him even tighter
and used my vaginal muscles to give him another squeeze. He responded by
making his cock twitch over and above its slowing down pulse rate that was
still beating a tattoo inside me. `I hope the other didn't hear us,' he
said.

     `They're probably doing the same thing and wouldn't hear anything
except their own gasping breath like we are doing now,' I replied, arching
my neck to kiss him again.

     `If I were the marrying...'

     `Don't,' I cried. Not letting him finish the line, squeezing him tight
at both ends. `You know that I am and now available, well will be at a
later date. But if you even have any thoughts in that way my answer would
be no. As much as I love being with you I still have to think of others. My
two children, one the Earl and then there's the Hall to look after. I just
couldn't desert all these people, it wouldn't be fair.'

     `What gave you the idea that I would propose?' he asked.

     `It was no idea. It's just in case you ever did think of asking so
I've laid down the rules as it were. I like being in bed with you and doing
this,' squeezing his cock once again that was still up inside me, `even on
irregular occasions, but that's how I would like our relationship to
stay. I do love you Malcolm but we are two both very independent people and
I think that if we ever did marry, one of us would be destroyed. You do
understand what I'm saying?'

     `Quite fully Magenta, and I agree with what you've said. We're too
independent to bow down to the other, now say no more on the subject for
it's closed,' and he smiled and gave me another kiss. `But let's not be
apart too long between times,' he murmured in my ear before he kissed my
neck.

     He pulled out and I was quickly round to take his shrinking cock into
my mouth and suck him clean.

     He fucked me twice more during the night and when I heard the ping of
the bell in the sitting room to announce that coffee had been delivered,
had him fuck me once more before getting out of bed. I went through to the
sitting room and poured out two coffee's and took a cup into him where he
was now sitting up in my bed.

     After a few more kisses and drinking our coffee, he went through to
his room for a shower while I had mine. Later, all dressed, we went down
for breakfast and found mum and George already there. Good mornings were
said and we ate, talking, though mum and Malcolm did most of that.

     What were my plans for the future etc. To that I couldn't give an
answer and mum offered to stay on with me but I saw the look on George's
face at this suggestion of hers and politely declined the offer, saying
that I had the children for company and that I shouldn't deprive George of
hers.

     Malcolm himself, had to return to London and so offered mum and George
a lift which they accepted, so an hour later I was waving goodbye to them
after getting a farewell kiss, one from George too.

     I wandered back into the Hall and wondered to myself as to what should
I now do to find a knight in shining armour to rescue me from falling into
the doldrums.

                                                           *

    Doris was looking after the children very well and so didn't interfere,
but had a horse saddled for me. Now this was the first time I was going to
go out riding since the accident of Alex, but didn't meet my knight in
shining armour. I think I found where this had happened and so shunned the
place and made a mental note for Arthur to have that stump pulled from the
ground.

     Thinking along the lines of Alex being killed by it, brought the death
of Trevor to mind and of his studio. I knew from all the papers that I'd
read in the study that this now belonged to me; Trevor hadn't got round to
making out a will, so I'd better go to London to clear out his personal
effects. Especially the photos of me that had been taken of Rollo and
myself. Also there was quite a lot of the paraphernalia that went along
with Trevor having been a first class photographer. Plus, the mess from the
killings had to be cleaned up for I intended to sell the studio.

     So next day, I had myself driven down to London and sent the car back
as I would be staying for a couple of days but to bring back the under
footman and two of the maids to clean and help clear out the place.

     I was shocked to see the mass of dried blood that had been left on the
floor and quickly got some sheets off the bed and spread this over the
place where the three men had died, before I started poking about the
studio.

     I wasted the first hour there just looking through the albums that had
me in all my naked poses and of those not posed, where he had caught me in
some mundane task, getting the natural look. Then those pictures of Rollo
and me having sex in a variety of positions and of others that he had taken
over the years. I burnt most of these latter ones and was thankful that the
negatives were easy to find and destroyed the lot. I found enough boxes to
pack the rest of what I didn't want other people to see.

     I sorted out all the cameras, tripods and all that went along with the
developing of used film as well as making notes about the rest of the
things in the studio. With this done, it was on the phone, using the Yellow
Pages, to find auction rooms that would come and collect the following day
for the two lists that I had prepared.

     It was late afternoon when I'd done as much as I could and was hungry
and thirsty and wondered if Malcolm would take me out to dinner. I phoned
his office but found that he was somewhere up in the midlands. That left
Ralph and Jackie that I knew of but guessed that both of them had escorts
for the evening, well Ralph most definitely would. I didn't want to use
Samantha's agency for an escort for I was damn sure I wasn't going to pay
to get laid.

     Feeling rather depressed, I went to where I used to live and mum was
quite pleased to see me and made quite a fuss so much so that it was nice
to escape into the bathroom and have a good soak. Bathed and feeling a bit
better, got dressed and went downstairs to be greeted by George with a
kiss, welcoming me home. It was at mum's suggestion that we went out to her
local pub and here again, I brought a drink for everybody, getting a
rousing cheer at this. But thankful that they left us alone and made small
talk with George and mum before I got bored and said that I was going off
to the club.

     As soon as I was walking into the bar, Peter was pouring out my drink,
but I came up with a fat zero in being able to pick up a man for the night
and so after two drinks, left and went home.

                                                           *

     I was back at the studio just before the maids and footman arrived,
and soon put them to work in cleaning the place up. Two vans turned up
within minutes of each other which helped, for we were able to get the
studio completely emptied for the maids to clean it properly. Arnold, who
was really one of the estate field workers, doubled up as my chauffeur, so
had him go out and get us some beers and a take away for our lunch.

     I must say that between them, they made a good job of cleaning the
place and were finished by mid afternoon and with my two boxes of photo
albums and a few other things stowed away in the Bentley, then left the
studio. There was still time for us to stop off at the estate agents that I
was going to use and drop off the keys and we got back to the hall in time
for me to have a good drink and a bath before dinner. Then it was to a
lonely bed again that I went that night.

                                                           *

     It was three weeks later that I went back to London to sign the papers
in respect of selling the studio flat and took the opportunity in dropping
in on Inspector Collins in New Scotland Yard and coerced him into letting
me see the video of the death of Trevor, Rollo and that other man. This I
have already told you what it had shown and after seeing it, feeling
somewhat sick, went back to Lark Hall.

                                                           *

     After three months of celibacy, I phoned Malcolm and almost begged him
to take me out somewhere and then back to his house for sex. I didn't
really have to beg for he came up with the suggestion right from the first
words spoken and I was soon on my way to meet him.

     Arnold pulled up outside Malcolm's office block and then sent him off
to my house to drop off my suitcase and return to the hall. I would phone
him as to when I would need to be picked up at Cambridge station later.

     I carried a small hand case with me containing an evening dress as I
went into the building and was greeted by the doorman and allowed to go up
in the lift by myself. My knees had a tremble as I knocked on the office
door and heard Malcolm call out for me to enter.

     `My darling Magenta,' he cried, getting up from behind his desk and
coming round to meet me halfway into the room to take me into his arms and
give me a big hug and a kiss. `You're a sight for sore eyes,' he said,
still holding me close to him and I could feel that he was most definitely
aroused. `Mmmm,' he murmured into my ear as he nibbled the lobe. `Still
using Poison.'

     `Only when I know that I'm meeting you,' I said, loving to feel a
man's arms holding me in a tight embrace. `Other than that, it's just plain
soap and water.'

     `Good Lord! Is that the time?' he said, looking over my shoulder at an
elegant antique clock that was on the wall opposite his desk. `I should
have realised when you entered the office. Come,' he said, releasing me
from our embrace. `I assume that you've got your evening dress in that
case. Well you can get changed in my dressing room while I change. I shaved
an hour ago so it won't take long.'

     He led me into what was really a small bathroom that held the usual
things plus a shower and at the far end were two built in mirrored
wardrobes on either side with a small seat in between. He slid one of the
doors to one side and pulled out his evening dress and after closing that
one, opened another that held shirts and drawers that I assumed held socks
and underpants.

     I'd put my small case on one end of the small seat as he began to take
off his business suit while I pulled down the zipper at the back of my
dress and let it fall to the carpeted floor before stepping out of it. I
wasn't wearing a bra or panties, just my stockings and suspender belt and I
was just bending down to pick up my dress when I caught sight of him just
looking at me in my bent position. His trousers were already off and he'd
been in the act of taking off his shirt when he stopped to look at me.

     I can now picture what he saw of me as I had bent down to pick up my
dress, almost naked with my full breasts clearly visible as my arm was
outstretched, the sight arousing him.

     `Oh God Magenta! I can't wait,' he said in a strangled voice as though
his rampant cock that I could see straining the front of his underpants was
being strangled, so he pulled them down to free himself and come over to me
as I straightened up. He took me into his arms, kissing me, his erection
getting squashed between us as he bore me down onto the carpet.

     `Oh Malcolm,' I cried as my back thumped down with him on top of me,
my legs automatically opening for him to get in between them, which he
did. His cock sliding down off my stomach to fall between my legs and then
have him move up on me, his throbbing penis entering and filling me as my
arms went round his back at this impromptu fucking. I sighed with pleasure
as his organ filled me, ignoring his weight that almost pushed all of the
air out of my lungs. It was only when he was fully inside me did he lift
himself up onto his elbows did I have the space to take in some more
oxygen.

     `Oh Magenta! I couldn't wait,' he said by way of an explanation for
his sudden attack on me as he began to move himself in and out of me.

     `It's what I came to London for,' I gasped, not having felt him so big
before and loving every inch of him now moving inside me.

     So we fucked on his dressing room floor, him getting a few carpet
burns on his knees but he had what I wanted and I had what he needed. A
woman for him to release his energy in the best possible way that I could
think of by fucking me as he was then doing. We'd moved somewhat on the
carpet, now clear of the seat and I could see the pair of us in the
wardrobe mirrors. His chest almost brushing my upstanding nipples as his
backside moved up and down as he humped me into a corner and I couldn't go
any further. I wish this was being filmed as I watched him fuck me as well
as seeing it done and thought of the film I'd made with Ralph. It would've
been another video that I could watch in my later years, but I was here
now, getting what I wanted most. A man fucking me!

     I didn't have an orgasm then because it was too quick. With my head
hard and fast up against the end wall of the dressing room, I could no
longer be moved any further. He raised himself up onto his rigid arms
either side of my chest as he reached his peak, striving to get as much of
himself inside me as he came in short sharp jerks, me feeling every spurt
of his seed that erupted from his cock into my vagina.

     I must point out here that I was on the pill, just in case of an
unwanted insemination by the stud that was then fucking me.

     As I've already said, I felt his seed hitting my insides as I watched
the sweat drip from his forehead as he strained to get the last drops out
of his throbbing and pulsating penis as he ground his pubes up against
mine. Then with a great exhalation of breath, his sweating body came down
onto mine and my arms went round him, to squeeze him tight for giving me
almost all that I wanted from a man. He lay there, on top of me, panting,
his eyes shining as I'm sure mine were too.

     `If I were the marrying kind...' he said.

     `Which thank the Lord you're not sir,' I finished for him and we both
laughed as I gave him a squeeze with my vaginal muscles and had him give
his cock a twitch in response.

     `Christ, my knees hurt,' he said.

     `Fuck your knees! What about my bum, back and shoulders! You've rammed
me halfway across this room in your eagerness,' I said in response.

     `I'm sorry Magenta,' he said contritely. `It...it was just, well
seeing like you were, it...it was like a red rag to a bull.'

     `Some bull,' I said with a smile as I squeezed his cock again. `No!
Don't say it!'

     `What?' he asked, with a lascivious grin on his face.

     `Some cow, that's what!' I answered, but smiled all the same.

     `I wouldn't have said that Magenta!' he cried, giving his cock a
twitch.

     `No, but I bet you thought it,' I said, giving him another squeeze
back. He gave out a laugh.

     `You know me too well I think,' he said with a laugh and began to pull
out of me.

     `No!' I cried, but I was too late as I felt him slip out leaving
feeling somewhat empty in that now not very often used orifice. But there
was still another one I thought as he got to his feet, his cock still up
and hard as I got up onto my knees and grabbed the cheeks of his bum and
held him tight as I took his cock into my mouth. I tasted my own juices but
still found some of his own sperm still there for me to taste as I sucked
him dry before letting go of him and getting up myself.

     He went to the shower and opened the door, his hand waving me
inside. `Ladies first,' he smiled.

     `I'm not going in there like this and ruin a good pair of stockings,'
I said a little indignantly, hands on hips.

     `Oh, of course not, m'lady,' he grinned. `Let me help you,' and he
went down onto his knees and winced as he did so, to fumble with the studs
of the belt that was holding up my stockings. I had my legs apart for him
to have his nose quite close to my bush to smell his come that was slowly
seeping out of me. He got the studs free and rolled down both stockings for
me to lift each leg in turn for him to take them off my feet and turned
round for him to unclip the suspender belt. `The shower is now yours my
young filly,' he said as he gave me a slap on the bottom.

     `Filly indeed!' I snorted as I moved inside the shower cubicle. `An
old mare more likely.'

     `No! You are more like a small rabbit, well not quite that small. I am
the buck and you are the doe. You could also be my little lamb as well. Do
you eat oats and ivy by any chance?' he asked. With my reply being in the
negative he said, `then you can't be any of them,' and then he began to
sing that old song from the forties. "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and
little lambs eat ivy." I gave another snort and shut the cubicle door and
never heard the second line of that song, well I never could remember the
words anyway.

     I scrubbed all the sweat off my body, both his and mine and made sure
I was clean between my thighs before asking for a towel when I turned off
the spray. He passed one to me as I got out of the shower for him to use.

     `Well I think we've missed the first act of the play I was going to
take you to,' he said and he stepped into the shower cubicle.

     `I thought we'd just performed the first act of your comic opera with
you singing,' I said, holding the shower door open.

     `Then what would be the second act?' he asked with a smile.

     `A romantic candle lit dinner for two before the final act.'

    `A damn fine idea,' he cried, pushing his way out of the shower and
striding through to his office, buck naked and picking up the phone and
punched out a number. `Michael,' he cried into the mouthpiece. `I want
dinner for two tonight. Out in the gazebo. Candle lit with champagne on
ice, oh, and strawberries too,' and smiled at me as he said this last
part. `Thanks. An hour and a half? Fine. Pick us up at the office here in
thirty minutes. Great!' and he put the phone down with a big grin on his
face and came to me and took me into his arms and kissed me.

     `Ugh!' I said, pushing him away. `Go and have your shower. You smell
like a brothel.'

     `Well I wouldn't know. I've never been in one,' and he blew me a kiss
and waggled his limp penis at me as he left the office and went for his
shower. Mind you, I was still naked and we'd both been standing in his
office like that and wondered what would have been said if his secretary
had walked in at that point. I hurried back into the dressing room and got
dressed before he'd finished his shower.

     I passed him a towel when he'd finished and saw the carpet burns on
his knees and ferreted around in his cabinet by the side of the wash basin
and found some cream. I made him stand still as I went onto my knees and
smeared some cream on the abraded skin, his dangling dick just inches from
my face. I couldn't resist taking the whole thing into my mouth and give
him a quick chew.

     `Oh Magenta,' he said, pulling himself out, `as much as I like what
you were doing, Michael will be here shortly to drive us home for
dinner. Let me get dressed and we can see to doing it later.' I gave him a
pout, but with a smile as I got up from the carpet and watched him get
dressed. As we were not going to the theatre, I'd put on the dress I had
been wearing earlier and he didn't wear his evening dress either.

     After my shower, I'd dried my hair as best as I could for he didn't
have a hair dryer in his bathroom, but as we were only going to his home,
it would do as I gave it another brush in the mirror.

     With us both dressed and presentable, we left his office and went down
to the ground floor and out through the vestibule where Michael was waiting
with the car, door open ready for us to enter. Malcolm asked him if dinner
was all set and Michael told him that all was being prepared and would
ready in half an hour.

                                                              *