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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.