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Part Eight
What do I do? What do I do? My mind screamed at me to get out and get help. But as I scrabbled out of bed I knew that I couldn't raise the alarm for they would all know then that he'd been fucking his daughter-in-law while his son was being fucked by another man.
Then I remember him answering me when I had once remarked about the lack of the old dangling pieces of material that one tugged to make a bell ring in the servants quarters. He had laughed and said that they had gone modern quite some years back and had bell pushes fitted instead. It was there by his bedside and so first I pulled the covers back up over him and pulled his left arm out and then with a trembling finger, gave the button a firm push for several seconds. I then quickly gathered up my robe and fled his bedroom, not bothering to put the gown on and only closed the door between our two suites.
I threw the gown on the bed and got into my bed and sat there trembling, my heart pounding away like a jackhammer. Beating very, very fast and wondered if I was about to have an attack also. I strained my ears to hear any sounds of movement, but detected none and slowly subsided into the bed and hoped that someone would answer the pushing of the bell.
It was a good four or five minutes before I heard a hammering of a door further along the corridor but deemed it wiser to stay where I was as it wasn't my door they were knocking. It was Trevor's as it happened and it had been locked for the obvious reason to enable Rollo to slip out into his own room so that they couldn't be surprised in bed together.
It transpired that William's manservant had answered the call and found him in bed unconscious and could only find a flutter of a pulse at his neck like I had done. He had then gone and couldn't get into Trevor's bedroom and so had hammered at the door until he was let in to tell Trevor of the news.
Trevor checked on his father in the same way and then rushed downstairs to phone for the doctor and an ambulance. Whilst in my room later, I saw a flashing green light show up on my ceiling about thirty minutes after pressing the bell but stayed where I was and it wasn't until I heard the sound of the siren of the ambulance and had flashing blue lights dance across the ceiling did I get up and put on my robe and having now calmed done somewhat, went out into the corridor to see two paramedics come hurrying along with a stretcher.
Trevor had been leading the way and I saw Rollo outside of his room wearing a dressing gown and I moved down to him, holding the front of my gown close to my chest.
`What's happened Rollo?' I asked in a bewildered voice.
`It's Sir William. They think he's had a heart attack or a stroke, I'm not sure. That's what this fuss is all about.' Staff were milling about and Trevor came rushing out of his father's room and dived into his own. Rollo put his arm round my shoulder and we just stood there as we now saw the stretcher, which was more like a portable gurney, was wheeled out of William's room, a drip bottle was fixed to the side and the tube going into his arm and he had an oxygen mask over his face.
We looked at him lying there, grey faced with his eyes closed and Trevor came rushing out of his room, now dressed and quickly spoke to us.
`They think it's a heart attack. I'll let you know later. I'm going to the hospital with him.' With that, he rushed off and disappeared down the stairs after the paramedics. The staff that were out there began to talk amongst themselves as they dispersed and I went into Rollo's bedroom with him and then through into the sitting room.
You look as though you've seen a ghost,' he said. What you need is a good drink.' He went over to a cabinet and opened it and poured out two large gin and tonics and came over and gave me a glass. I gulped half of mine down in one go and nearly choked for there was very little tonic in it.
What a start to the New Year,' he said, taking a big mouthful of drink. I think this might have put paid to the honeymoon.'
Oh God. He wasn't going to come with us, was he, I thought? That would have really looked great having the best man come along with the newlyweds. But then, maybe he wasn't for I still hadn't learned where Trevor and I were supposed to be going, but I think he was right in it being put off.
I trembled as I drank my gin thinking that William had been on top and inside me and had just come inside me when he'd suffered this seizure. Was it my fault for urging him on? No said the little voice in my head. Don't forget that he drank heavily, port and brandy, and that he'd had quite a bit in the New Year celebration we'd had. But that last thought didn't console me for if he'd fallen down at the party, that was a different matter, but to have this happen whilst fucking me, well!
I think it was at least an hour and two drinks later that Rollo suggested that we went back to bed for it served no purpose us sitting up for we would hear the news of how Sir William was when Trevor returned from the hospital.
I was mentally drained and also now felt very tired and agreed to his suggestion and he walked me to my bedroom and gave my arm a squeeze as he told me to get some sleep. I went and got into bed and fell straight asleep.
I was woken up by Trevor plonking himself down on my bed and a quick glance at the bedside clock told me that it was just after seven.
Father's dead,' he said in a flat voice. He died at five this morning. Not of a heart attack or a stroke but of a cerebral haemorrhage.' He eyes filled with tears and he fell into my arms sobbing and as I held his shaking body, cried too. That lovely man, the father of the man that was crying in my arms and a man that I had come to love too. We both cried, him for losing a father and me from losing a lover, making it worse was the fact that he had had this attack while making love to me.
This was also the only time that Trevor and I had any sexual contact for he reverted almost to a baby for as he cried, he sucked on my nipple like an infant at its mother's breast.
We cried together for at least half an hour before we dried up and he got up and seemed to have aged ten years in that time as he wiped his face and mumbled something about having to tell Rollo. At least he had come to me first for comfort and not his queer lover.
It turned out that the staff at the Hall began to look to me for guidance for Trevor didn't come out of his room for two days. Rollo would receive their food in the sitting room and it was he who got Trevor to eat while I saw to the daily running of the Hall.
It was only on this second day that it dawned on me that I was the new mistress of the place with Trevor becoming the titular head with the death of his father. He would be the new Earl and I would therefore become the Countess of Lark. It was heady and I went to my rooms and had a good drink to get over the shock of this elevation from the streets to the aristocracy. For basically that was where I had come from. An escort slut who would sleep with any man that had a big cock and now a member of the nobility but then consoled myself to know that many a woman had started out like me and just struck lucky as I had, if you could call it that.
The whole Hall was miserable especially with having the black drapes put up on my instructions, but it was in keeping with what had happened. Trevor roused himself to appear when they delivered the body of his father to lay on the big table in the hall, in his coffin I might add, to be mourned and for people from the village to come and pay their last respects before his burial which would take place in two days time. Here, I got the vicar to take a hand in this for Trevor was absolutely useless as to what to do and I didn't know either.
I gave the vicar carte blanche to do what was needed and told Rollo that he had to help in this, like driving the vicar where and everywhere he wanted to go. The funeral would be held down in the village church and cemetery and I called all the staff of the Hall together and spoke to them and thanked them for the condolences that Trevor and I had received and I wanted all of them to be there in the church. No exceptions. The Hall was to be empty at the time of his burial and they were to look upon it as saying farewell to one Earl and then returning to the Hall to welcome the new one.
I don't know if I did the right thing, but everybody attended the funeral and we even had many notables from all over the country. It was fortunate that we'd had the foresight to have plenty of food and drink already prepared at the time, for after we'd buried William, we had as many people there as what was at my wedding.
I lost count of the number of Earls, Lord and Ladies and titled people that turned up, shaking each hand alongside Trevor, accepting their condolences and it was a day that I've ever since tried to forget that that it was me that brought about William's death and it was something which I would have to live with.
It was a major relief when the last of the guests, if they could be called that, had left and the three of us sat down in our sitting room to try and come to grips with whatever the future now held for us.
`I'm sorry about having to cancel the honeymoon Magenta,' Trevor said.
`I can understand that in the circumstances, but it would have really been a farce anyway, wouldn't it?' I finished off. At least he couldn't look me in the eye and didn't reply and even Rollo lowered his eyes and knew I had been right in that Rollo would have come along with us.
Oh, I got a letter today,' he said, pulling it out of his jacket inside pocket. It's from some secretary at the House of Lords. It's giving me the date of my investiture to the said establishment.'
Bloody hell1 You're even speaking like them already,' I said and got a smirk from Rollo. When do they want you there?'
`Fourteenth of March. They have also sent their condolences in the same letter.'
`How nice of them,' I said sarcastically.
`So what do we do in the meantime?' Rollo asked.
`Go back to London,' I said immediately.
`Why? We live here now,' said Trevor.
You might, I don't,' I said. You can get your cock here, I can't,' I said.
`You can share Rollo,' he said with the trace of a whine in his voice.
`Oh great. He sticks his dick up your arse and then comes and sticks it into my box! Thanks, but no thanks,' I said getting rather hot under the collar that I wasn't wearing.
It's not like that,' Trevor almost wailed. He wears a condom.'
`As I said, thanks but no thanks. I'd rather go and find my own piece of cock. No offence to you Rollo, but I think you'd finish up like Sir William if you were to take both of us on and I don't want to attend another funeral for a long time yet. I'm off to London tomorrow. You can come if you want to or stay here and play with each other. I've still got to earn a living.'
`But we don't need to work now Magenta,' Trevor said, his voice a definite whine now.
`That's beside the point. Okay, let me put it bluntly. I like being fucked the same as you do, but I think I need it more than you do and I'd rather find my own. I'm leaving in the morning.' With that, I got up and went into my bedroom and slammed the door.
I cried in bed again that night and tried to console myself that by going back to work I might find a few men that would almost give their left testicle to have me on my back as they fucked me.
Breakfast was eaten in silence and I wasn't going back on what I had said the night before. I went out of the Yellow Room when I'd finished and saw to having the Bentley drive me to London. I went upstairs and packed my bag and when I got down I saw that Trevor and Rollo were out there on the steps.
I put on a bright smile and went and kissed Trevor.
`Now be good while I'm in London,' I said quite gaily as though it was just a shopping expedition and quickly got into the car and a couple of hours later, arrived back home.
Mother, who was at home, cried when she saw me and said how bad it was for my new father-in-law to die so suddenly, ruining the honeymoon. The crying soon stopped when I told her that Trevor was now the new Earl and I was therefore now a Countess. Didn't she fluster at this and could wait to get out of the house to go round and tell her friends of my new status in life. For me, I had a good bath and got dressed and paid the agency a visit.
Samantha was the most delighted to see me when I said I was back for work. After all the condolences were said, the secretary piped up.
`Here's a small parcel for you Magenta. It was delivered on Christmas Eve, just after you had left,' she said giving me the gaily papered box that depicted Santa Claus and some reindeer. I tore the wrapping off and opened the lid to find the contents wrapped in tissue paper with a note on top. This I opened and read, "A memento of a wonderful day and one that you will cherish. Merry Christmas. Malcolm." From Malcolm, which made me wonder what he had sent me. I unwrapped the tissue paper to reveal a silver frame with a picture inside and I gave out a gasp that had the others come over to have a look.
It was a picture of me just as I was shaking hands with the Queen at the garden party. I glowed inside.
`That's you!' exclaimed the secretary.
That's the Queen!' exclaimed Samantha. When was this taken? You never said a word about you meeting the Queen?' she admonished me. `When was it taken?'
`That afternoon that Sir Malcolm wanted me for escort duties back at the end of the summer,' I said quite proudly holding up the framed picture.
You sly minx,' Samantha said and I could see that her eyes had turned green with envy. And now you are married to an Earl! And yet you've come back to work?' She shook her head in wonder at this.
It's not for the money,' I said. Out in the sticks there's nothing. I've come back for something to do.' There came a snigger from the secretary who got a dirty look from Samantha that shut her up.
Well we're glad to have you back,' Samantha said. Are you available for tonight?'
`I'm ready for anyone,' I said and Samantha quickly turned to the secretary who smothered the incipient giggle that she turned into a coughing fit.
So I was given my assignment and liked the look of the man I went out with and had the pleasure of having him fuck me that night in his hotel room. He was pleased too I might add. He was my first one since William but not the last for I worked for a whole month and I had each one and loved every minute of being fucked once again on a regular basis.
Mum had been thrilled to pieces when I had taken that photograph home and she proudly showed it later to all her friends and I'm sure she got many a drink bought for her down in the pub.
I called in at the office one evening to select a dress for that night duty and spoke to Samantha, or rather she spoke to me.
`You just missed the call I had. It was Sir Malcolm Falconer asking for an escort tomorrow evening and said that he was asking on the off chance if you were still working for us. I think he was delighted when I said you were and insisted that you be his escort for tomorrow.' My heart gave a leap and I wondered where he was going and asked her if he'd mentioned it.
`Yes. He said for you to wear an evening gown as he would be going to the ballet.' Now this was something I hadn't seen before and wondered if he meant here in London or somewhere else. As I was to meet him at his office at six thirty, I guessed it was London. I had secretly wished it had been the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow, but you can't have all you want at once. My escort that night didn't get sex as I was saving myself for Malcolm.
The next day I went out and bought a splendid evening gown, off the shoulder and a matching wrap and a pair of those long gloves that come halfway up the arm. I had a long bath that afternoon and took care of my hair and make-up and as a finishing touch, wore the tiara that I'd brought back with me from Lark Hall and worn at my wedding. Mum said I looked wonderful when she saw me dressed and even George drooled when he saw me.
I had a taxi pick me up from home and take me to Malcolm's building in the city. The doorman there recognised me and opened the door for me and I wasn't stopped by the men on security either as I walked across the lobby to the lifts. I got out on the top floor and walked towards his office and just as I was about to knock on the door, it was opened by his secretary who was just leaving and called back into the office.
`Lady Magenta's here sir,' she said.
`Splendid,' I heard him say and the secretary opened the door wide for me with a smile to let me enter as she left closing the door behind her.
Magenta!' he exclaimed. You look absolutely stunning,' he said as he rose from behind his desk and came over and kissed me. A veritable picture,' he said, holding me at arms length now to look me all over. I've never seen you so radiant.' I saw him look down at my left hand but with my gloves on he couldn't see if I was wearing rings or not for my palm was towards him. Come have a drink while I change,' he said, guiding me over to the settee and sat me down as he opened a bottle of champagne. He passed me a glass of bubbly and raised his in a toast. To the most beautiful woman in the world,' he said before taking a sip.
Thank you sir,' I replied. You are quite dashing yourself,' I smiled as I took a sip of mine, not breathing in through my nose now for the bubbles. He sat down next to me and tried to look casual before he spoke.
I saw in the Daily Telegraph last month, the obituary of the Earl of Lark which took up almost the whole page. It was a small piece at the end that caught my eye. It said that he had died just a few days after the wedding of his only surviving son to a young woman with the name of Magenta. Now it's not a usual name and I wondered if by any chance it was you. But then I said to myself that it can't have been for I phoned the agency and found you were still working there.' He smiled at me and picked up my left hand and I could feel that he felt the two rings on my finger. Was it you? Are you now the Countess of Lark?' He felt my hand tremble before I spoke in a low voice.
`Yes,' I said, my voice almost a whisper.
Lady Magenta Bentley, the Countess of Lark,' he breathed out almost in awe. Working for an escort agency.'
Don't laugh at me,' I said, feeling my temper starting to rise. You don't know the facts.' I gulped down my champagne. `If we're going to the ballet, hadn't you better get changed instead of sitting here talking?'
`Yes. Of course, but will you tell me these facts at supper tonight?'
`If we're not in company,' I replied.
`Supper at my house then?'
`Yes Malcolm, now please get changed or we're be late.'
`Certainly. Won't be a few ticks, I've already shaved,' he said moving off to his bathroom. I poured myself another glass of champagne and felt myself trembling, not quite sure at how he took the news of my marriage and my new status.
He was soon ready and we went down to the waiting Daimler that whisked us off to watch a performance of Swan Lake. It was beautiful and though I'd never seen it performed before, I still knew and loved the music. This was much better to see the dancers moving in time to the score and I thoroughly enjoyed it and told him so as I thanked him when we left the theatre. Michael was ready outside for us and we were soon at his house where Rose had already prepared a supper for us.
Over the meal I told him that it was a marriage of convenience and hadn't expected Sir William to die so suddenly, not having given any thought to my being made a Countess. Also that my husband, Trevor, was a homosexual and the marriage was a cover for him as he knew that I worked as an escort and had as many men as I wanted. I could also continue to do so as long as I was discreet about to whom I went with and not reveal to whom I was married.
We were sitting on a sofa as I got to the end of my story, leaving out about me and William having sex, but telling him that apart from the odd kiss with Trevor, he hadn't touched me, even on our wedding night. I did mention that he had in fact actually sucked on my breast but that was only for comfort after the news really hit him that his father was dead. That he had cried and it was only used like a comforter. I was in tears as I related this and Malcolm pulled me into his arms and kissed me and wiped away my tears.
The kisses then became passionate and we soon moved from his lounge up to his bedroom where he undressed me and laid me on the bed before taking his own clothes off. He stood there looking at my naked body with his tool up and fully erect.
You really have a wonderful body Magenta. But you do look as though you could do with a holiday. Get some colour in your cheeks and I can just picture you as you are, a nice golden brown, all over. I know!' he exclaimed and moved over to his dresser and opened a drawer and pulled out a small bunch of keys. Here, where's your purse?' I indicated the chair it was on and went over and put the keys inside before coming back and getting on the bed and laying down on side next to me. Those are the keys to my villa in Spain,' he said, stroking my breasts and rubbing the nipples. Take a holiday for as long as you like there and come back with these all brown and golden coloured.'
Oh Malcolm,' I said, pressing his hand against my breast. Thank you, but I can't go yet. There's Trevor's investiture or whatever it is in March at the House of Lords and I've got to be there in the gallery.'
`I wasn't offering it to him, but to you. Anyway, now's not the right time to go to Spain at this time of year. Mid May is about the best time. The sun is not too hot and yet enough for you to get a tan. You will go?'
`Yes Malcolm, and thank you again. Will you be going out there?' I asked.
`I don't know. If I can get the time, I might pop down for a weekend.' His hand was down between my thighs and his fingers were working their magic on me and so no more was said as I sighed and enjoyed his playing with me. So much so that I was soon begging him to fuck me and loved to feel his cock slide up my inner thigh as he moved over and entered me.
It felt bigger than ever and I gasped as he filled me and I got my legs open as wide as I could to get him deeper inside to fill and thrill me as we fucked. I climaxed almost immediately after he entered and begged him to keep going and give me another. I clung to him as he moved himself on top of me, feeling every inch of his throbbing cock as it reamed and soothed me at the same time. My tits wobbled about to his actions and he smiled down at me as I saw beads of sweat start to form on his forehead as he kept ploughing my furrow.
`I can't hold on much longer Magenta,' he gasped starting to really ram into me.
Then let go,' I almost screamed, I'm coming too,' and we bucked about on the bed as we came together in a flurry. His hands under my shoulders pulling me back to him as he thrust forward and then strained as his hips took over to jerk himself off inside me.
I felt blasted as he came to a stop, panting above me, and slowly eased himself down to cushion himself on my breasts and I cried at the pleasure I had just been given. He stayed on top of me for a short while and I could feel his dick start to subside and slowly slip out of me and gave out a cry when it finally did so. He rolled off me and I quickly moved down the bed and took his wilting prick into my mouth, managing to get the whole thing in to suck and chew on him in thanks for what he had given me.
With him clean and as soft as a baby, I moved back and lay in his arms as we kissed and stroked each other.
`Have you given any thought of having children?' he asked after a while.
Not as yet,' I replied. Though I do find that my breasts begin to ache when I see a new born baby. I suppose I should for the sake of the Hall. It will need an heir to carry on with the Earldom, though I don't see much chance with Trevor not even touching me.' We were silent for a bit before he spoke again.
`Well there is a way without him touching you. You say he can only get it up when he's with another man. Well talk to him about it and when you feel that it's time for a baby, have his...well, when he's with his boyfriend, to put on a condom and come inside it and then tie the end with the sperm inside before pulling it off. Then put the condom in the freezer and later take it to a clinic for them to insert his sperm into your womb. Keep it frozen though at all times till the clinic take over.'
`Will that work?' I asked.
I'm not really sure, but it's the only way I can think of if he won't try to get you with child in the way that most women get pregnant. Which is the way I like,' he smiled as he tweaked my nipple and then spoke in a much more softer voice. Would you like me to give you a baby.'
You can't. I'm on the pill,' I said, not thinking straight and at the implication of what he had said. We couldn't anyway for he would know that it's not his child and would resent it. No, it wouldn't work.'
`It could if you had his sperm in a condom and said you were taking it to a clinic. He wouldn't then be any the wiser.'
I'll think about it,' I said as I put my hand down and found him erect at the thoughts he'd been having, but there's no harm in practising again, is there?' I questioned as I gave him a rub. He laughed and got across me and we again practised at how to get a woman with child.
Michael got another good view of my tits again next morning as he brought in our tea and I didn't bother to cover myself this time and sat up before he left the room to let him see them properly, smiling inwardly at what his thoughts might be. I had Malcolm fuck me again in the bath as we did before and I liked having it there in the water with my tits submerged and pushing up waves as he moved behind me.
The car dropped me off at home before he went off to work and it was back into the old routine. Being an escort and having the odd man that took my fancy and even went so far as to give Ralph a knee trembler in the wardrobe room at the office. That was quite exciting being held up against the wall with my feet off the floor and my legs wrapped round his waist as he fucked me. The extra thrill being that Samantha was only a few feet away out in the office while we supposedly looked through things to wear. His big black cock was up inside me as he humped me against this wall, feeling every inch of him and having to bite my hand to stop myself from screaming out as I climaxed with him coming inside me at the same time. He was panting heavily when he eased me down and pulled out and I was quickly down on my knees to suck on his still hard member to get the last of his sperm out into my mouth.
Trevor, in the meantime, had been to the House of Lords several times to go through what was expected of him when he was to be taken into that august assembly. That day came and Rollo and I were there in the visitors gallery to watch the pageantry unfold and Trevor was accepted by his peers as a member of the House of Lords.
We had a party afterwards but I left early for the two of them the celebrate in their own way though it brought to mind that sperm and condom idea back to give me thought. With him now a confirmed Earl, I, by default was now officially a Countess and immediately went and got myself a new passport. When it finally came I was pleased to see that my name was there for all to see, Lady Magenta Bentley, Countess of Lark. No, I didn't wear the tiara for the photograph, that would have been too over the top apart from being crass.