The Countess of Lark

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Part Six

We were soon at Malcolm's home in Mayfair and we went on into the lounge where Rose had just put some champagne in an ice bucket. There was also a bowl of fresh strawberries which were just begging to be dipped in the champagne and eaten. The champagne bottle has just been finished when Michael announced that dinner was ready and Malcolm thanked him and took my hand and led me out into the garden to where the gazebo was.

It was small inside with a table set in the middle, laid out with cutlery, glasses, napkins and two lit candles, these giving the only light. Though I could see that the gazebo also contained a glass fronted cabinet that held various bottles of drink and glasses as we were sat down by Michael. Who then opened a bottle of Riesling and filled our glasses and placed the bottle in a wine cooler before leaving us. The wine was lovely and refreshingly cool and yet not too cold.

Michael returned pushing a dumb waiter and served us with a lovely fillet of Sole as our entrée and this was followed up with Steak Diane, flambéed by himself as we watched. To drink with this, we had a deep rich Bordeaux claret which complimented the dish served.

The whole meal was better than any I'd ever had from a restaurant or hotel, and told Michael this which I think pleased him. We had a brandy with our coffee and what with drinking a bottle of champagne and two of wine between us, I was feeling rather tipsy when we finished.

I was glad of Malcolm's support as we went upstairs after that wonderful meal and gave him a long loving kiss when we were alone in his bedroom. He then undressed me, slowly, and just as slow, kissed nearly all the flesh that he exposed in doing so till I was completely naked. I returned the compliment though taking longer over kissing and nibbling at his penis that was now up and hard as iron.

He pulled me up from going too far and scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to the bed and laid me down before getting on alongside and kissed me. First my forehead, eyelids, nose, lips, chin and down onto my breasts. Sucking and nibbling at my nipples with them having risen up hard as little nuts.

Moving down over my stomach, forcing my legs apart with his body as he carried on further down. He didn't reach my knees or feet, but stayed with his head between my thighs as he licked and nibbled my clit with odd excursions into my vagina with his tongue. I couldn't take any more as I wanted him inside me, and not with his tongue.

`Now Malcolm, now! I'm almost there and I'd rather you be there with me when I ...' I couldn't finish saying it for I was shaking all over, needing his hard prick up inside me, to bring me to the approaching orgasm. He moved up my body and I felt his cock sliding up the inside of my thigh and then he was there! The head of his cock parted my lips easily due to the juices he'd caused and slipped up into and filling me with a great hard pleasurable piece of flesh.

Not only that, but to have the body of a man back on top of me, squashing my breasts with his chest and having his pulsating organ once again up inside me. He kissed me, his eyes sparkling as I'm sure mine were too as he twitched himself inside me and I responded with my internal muscles.

After raising himself up onto his elbows, it didn't take him long in his slow shafting of me to bring me back up to the peak of my orgasm. Making me give out a small scream as I bucked my lower torso up to meet his forward and downward thrusts into me, causing a maelstrom of my insides and making my heart almost burst with the pleasure of my release. That he came too at the same time went un-noticed by me, as I was much too involved in my own joy of my orgasmic release.

I'm glad that I didn't get a cramp in my legs for my heels were locked together over his waist and my arms had pulled his upper body down onto mine, that we were almost glued together with the sweat that we'd managed to produce between us in those few short minutes of our fucking.

I'm glad we hadn't had garlic with our dinner, for I got a lot of his hot breath fanning my cheek as we both panted from our exertions, striving to get more oxygen into our lungs to calm down the wild heartbeats that we both had. The release of my orgasm was enough to make all my limbs slacken off and my heels came off his waist and my legs flopped down either side of him as did my arms, to lay there under him like a rag doll. A well and truly fucked rag doll at that.

It pleased me that he was not far off the same state that I was in for I still had his slow, but pulsating cock up inside me, and it was another couple of minutes before he gave out a groan and began to pull out of me. I gave out a cry as I felt him begin to slip out, trying in vain to hold and keep him there, but out he slipped leaving me with that empty feeling that I hated. A feeling short lived for as he was rolling off me to lie on his back, I was already moving myself to go down and take his still throbbing organ into my mouth to suck out any residue still within him.

I think, and I'm blaming the wine for this, that I fell asleep during my cleaning up process of him, for I came awake later with my head on his stomach, him lightly snoring, to see his flaccid penis in front of my eyes. Well two really, for I was that close that I must have had crossed eyes to see two of them there.

I took the one on the right and pushed it into my mouth and sucked and chewed on him, bringing him out of his sleep for him to respond to what I was doing and within a few minutes of having him in my mouth, felt him rise up again until I had, once again, a large throbbing cock that I wanted back up inside of me.

I moved up the bed and swung my right leg over his thighs and moved forward until I was just over his stomach. Lifting myself up on my knees, put one hand under myself and held his erection upright until I'd got it at the entrance to my sex before sinking down on him till I was then squatting on his thighs, his organ pulsating and throbbing once more where I loved having it.

I sighed with pleasure at feeling him vibrate and send all my inside nerve ends aquiver and responded by making my muscles clench and release, clench and release that lovely cock that was making me so happy. He compounded this by sliding up at me as his hands came up to mould my breasts as he mouthed me a kiss, his eyes showing that he was still not quite awake.

So as he squeezed and rubbed my tits, making the nipples stand up proud, I moved myself up and down and fucked myself on his lovely cock. With him not being fully awake when I had began this session, we were on a par when he was reaching his peak and I had my second orgasm. His hands had slipped down to my waist and was helping me to bounce up and down on him as I came, feeling my fluids run down and out to go between his thighs, him bucking up to meet me as he came, shooting his sperm upwards that would then fight with my release, only for it to slide back down out of me to make a mess of his pubics and thighs.

The sexual release of a man and a woman at the same time is a tangible smell and to me was like the aroma of roast beef to a starving man. It made me drool with the knowledge that myself and the man I was fucking had both come. It is a smell that would persist for several hours if you didn't shower, and at that hour, it was too early to get up and so I had this heady aroma for a few more hours until he took me again before our morning tea was brought in by Michael.

I had been somewhat alarmed the first time I had woken up in Malcolm's bed with Michael bring in the morning tea and seeing my bare breasts. Though this was the first morning that he saw me fully naked, for the covering sheet had come off and there I was, legs akimbo for him to see everything and this time, I still had my hand around Malcolm's limp dick. He was the perfect Jeeves.

`Your morning tea m'lady,' he said as he placed the cup and saucer on the cabinet top next to me before going round and placing another on the other side.

`Your morning tea sir. I will now run your bath water.'

It was perfect. Not a syllable out of place or any inflection in his tone of voice as he spoke to the two of us and didn't even glance towards the bed as he went to fill the bath with water before leaving the bedroom. Whether he spoke of this to his wife Rose, I've no idea, but I'm sure that, being a man, he might, just might, have been a little envious of what Sir Malcolm was getting from me.

Anyway, I shared the bath with Malcolm, washing off that lovely smell of sex, without having it in the bath, before drying and getting dressed to have breakfast served downstairs prior to him going off to work at the office.

I was now getting used to having breakfast at an early hour though at the Hall, it was eight o'clock, whereas here, at Malcolm's, it was at a quarter past seven.

I was dropped off at my London home where mother lived with George, her lodger, but read that as bed mate, for she was just as randy as I was I believe. Malcolm went off to the office and I was left to sort out my own day. Mother and George had only just sat down to their breakfast, and I kissed both of them on the cheek and went upstairs with my case for a change of dress. I kissed them both goodbye, well I would have normally kissed mum anyway but as George, the man who'd given me away at my wedding, was almost my step-father anyway.

The first step was to the hairdresser's to bring my crowning glory back up to its normal state, and then it was to scavenge amongst those that I knew for another male cock to service me. I called first at Ralph's flat, he and I had even made a video together of us having sex, and bloody good it was too. He had worked for the agency that I used to work at. A big, black handsome man that had a prick that was big enough for any woman, but he wasn't at home. The other person that I'd been with from the agency was Jackie, a transvestite, but I couldn't remember where he lived. So I went to the bar that I used to go to and found that the usual barman who knew me had left and so I just had the one drink and made my way back home.

So it was only Malcolm that would be having the pleasure of my body that day. I had a bath and prettied myself up and phoned Michael, I'd been given Malcolm's home number, to pick me up from there as Malcolm had said that he was taking me to the ballet that evening. I had also phoned the office to say that I would be in the car when he was ready, which I was when he was, and so off to see La Boheme.

I simply loved the music and to see it performed, was magic. I thanked Malcolm for this, and for the lovely restaurant dinner we had afterwards, though it wasn't a patch on Rose and Michael's dinner the night before.

It was back to his house where we had another night of glorious sex. Four times and me having three orgasms made the trip to London worthwhile.

Michael got another eyeful of me the following morning and had placed by the front door, my suitcase that I had brought from my own house the evening before, for I had phoned Arnold at the Hall, who acted as my chauffeur, where and when to pick me up.

So, after breakfast, Malcolm and I had a passionate kiss goodbye before we went outside, him into his Daimler and me into my Bentley where I was then whisked back off to Norfolk.

It was on this journey home, for I now knew that Lark Hall was my home, and responsibility, that I recounted what Malcolm had said. It was I who had brought up the subject that at the Hall, I really had nothing to do, apart from the accounts that is, that he came up with a good idea. Not brilliant, but a good idea nonetheless.

He held a general meeting of his various managers from all over the country, down to London once a year. They would stay over at an hotel, and have their yearly meeting. That one jaunt set him back just short of eight thousand pounds, taking in the hotel's accommodation costs and meals, six, for twelve people. Here he backed off a little in saying that what would I think in him having this meeting at Lark Hall instead. He was willing to pay six thousand pounds for these two nights, being collected from the station included, with the six meals being thrown in and a room for this annual meeting.

I'd asked him to let me think it over, which was what one side of my mind said while the other was saying yes. Two nights with Malcolm on my own turf could be had for nothing, though he was talking of it being two months into the future. Twelve rooms, no, make that eleven, for I was damn sure that if Malcolm was there, he would be in my room those nights. Six meals for twelve? No problem. Eleven rooms to have fresh linen and morning tea served, again no problem, but on reflection, it had better be twelve rooms or the maids would start talking. So I made up my mind to say yes to this proposal for I had the staff who, well, let's face it, I was overstaffed and they were under worked, so it would make a nice tidy profit, so I phoned him when I got to the Hall that it was a go for using the Hall for his annual meeting.

Even Stanford thought it was a good idea knowing exactly what was paid out in regard to the staff wages and more or less guessing at the revenue coming in from the agricultural and husbandry side of the estate, that it would be another means of keeping us viable.

So that was set, but it still left me in a state of limbo in regards to my having a man fuck me on a regular basis. There were many workers on the estate who would have giving their left testicle to be in my bed and fuck me till kingdom come, but it was something that I couldn't do, or even bear thinking about. But I needed a man! Marriage was out of the question, hence my forages into London and Malcolm's arms. It need thinking about.

Back into the routine of running the Hall and the estate, spending the morning with the accounts and bills and all that pertained to the estate, I would spend the afternoon with William and Alexandra. Playing with them in their nursery, though it was more with William for Alexandra wasn't even walking yet. But it was nice to spend some time with them, though I found that two hours was enough before I felt unsettled and had to get out into the open air.

For some reason, I seemed to gravitate towards the stables. Pegasus, a mare, was in her box, tossing her head at seeing me. It had been some time since I rode her, the last time being with Alexander. Norman, the groom, who'd I'd upset when I shot Aries, the mare that Alexander had been riding on the day of the accident that killed him, greeted me.

She's lonely,' he said to me as he passed me an apple to feed Pegasus. Me too, was my first thought, though for her it wasn't sexual, just the company. She wanders around the paddock seeming a little lost,' he added.

I knew it was a rebuke of my killing her companion, and I accepted it and said nothing, for I could never explain my action then or now. Though I came up with an idea.

Speak to Arthur,' the estate manager, and see when there is an auction. Not too far away, and we'll go, you and I and I'll let you select a fit companion for her,' I said.

He perked up at this, for if we ever lost Pegasus, for whatever reason, he wouldn't have a horse left to look after and therefore be redundant.

Oh m'lady! That would be just the right thing for her,' he gushed. I'll ask Arthur immediately.'

No,' I said on an impulse. Saddle up Pegasus while I go and change.' I left him with all smiles, I think, my previous transgression being forgiven. I went back to the Hall and got changed into my riding gear and went back and took Pegasus out for a ride.

Now I've never believed the expression horse sense before, but how did that mare know exactly where to take me, for she went straight to the place where that tree stump was that Alexander had been thrown onto to cause him to rupture his insides, causing him to die from the haemorrhage of landing on it. A question that never could be answered.

The horse had cantered quite easily over the meadows and grass and stopped a few feet away from it to graze at the surrounding grass. Had the mare understood what I had said to Norman? Again, another question that couldn't be answered. In hindsight, I know I shouldn't have shot the mare for it was the vixen that had caused the accident, not the horse, and so I had to make some kind of amendment, part of which I'd already set in motion. Now for the next. I wheeled the mare around and made my way back to the stables and leaving the horse in the care of Norman, went and sought out Arthur.

I want,' when I found him in his little office, that tree stump removed. Pull it out, burn it, I don't care what you do, but I want it removed. And in future, if any tree is cut down for whatever reason, the stump is to be removed as well.'

He knew exactly where I was coming from.

`And then plant a new tree in its place.'

Consider it done m'lady,' he replied, having stood up at my arrival in his office. May I also say, that Norman has spoken to me about the horse auctions and there is one, quite close, that is in two weeks time. I can come along if you wish.'

`No. Thank you all the same. This is something between me and Norman, I'm sure you'll understand,' I replied.

`That I do m'lady, and it is me with what you are doing.'

No doubt the word will go round the estate which wouldn't be such a bad thing for me.

Christmas was soon upon us, me feeling really down this year for Malcolm sent his apologies as he couldn't make it, so I only had the vicar, the bank manager, mum and George for our Christmas dinner, William and Alexandra too of course. So for the children's sake, I had to look and be as happy as I could for them, though in the case of Alexandra, she couldn't have given two hoots only just getting onto solid food. But William just about understood what was going on and I think he enjoyed it. Especially the train set that Malcolm had sent him.

For me it was a miserable time, alone in my bed without a man to give me solace as well as a well endowed cock to shaft me with. Seeing in the New Year wasn't much fun either, though I didn't have the vicar and bank manager with us for this. Just mum and George, though I gave a nice party for the staff and had them all in the hall to see in the New Year. At least mum had George in her bed while they stayed at the Hall. It was nice to see them again and a little sad when they went back to London, leaving me all alone again.

Two weeks later, I bought another mare and a small Shetland pony, the old one that used to pull the late Earl William's dog cart had since died. The mare was a year younger than Pegasus, but what difference that would make, I'd no idea, but she was then named Pisces, the nearest constellation to Aries. I think the two mares took to each other for they seemed to get on well together as they romped around the paddock and constantly kept touching muzzles to each other. Though this touching of the two horses made me yearn inside for a stallion to nuzzle me like that before he mounted me.

To be a nun would have been hell on earth for me! A life of celibacy, for once having known what a male organ could do for the inner well being, that kind of life would have led me to suicide. I'm sure I wore that video of Ralph and me to a frazzle the number of times I watched it in my bedroom, frigging myself to an orgasm, and yet still not feeling satisfied even after having finally brought myself to this means of relief.

But the time came round for Malcolm to have his yearly meeting of his managers. The Hall and Stanford were ready for this influx of guests. Stanford had arranged for another Bentley being hired to coincide with mine, to collect these guests from Cambridge station. Malcolm had used his car to bring up another four from London in his, sniff, Daimler. The timing was perfect at having all three cars roll up the drive in line at the same time. A couple of field hands were there to act as ushers in seeing to the bags and a few wives to act as maids as these guests were seen to their rooms.

I had been there out on the steps, with Stanford just behind me, and the others of course. Malcolm was the first out of his car to greet me with that Gallic kiss on both cheeks and named every member of his party as they came up the steps. We had to wait in the hallway as the bags were unloaded and brought in for them to be identified and them and the owner were then shown to their rooms.

`Where do I take Sir Malcolm's suitcase m'lady?' Stanford asked me in an aside.

`The room adjoining my sitting room,' I replied.

`Yes m'lady' he said, giving me a small smile and beckoned Malcolm to follow him.

I heard the oohs and aahs as Malcolm's managers were shown through the hall and up the staircase to their rooms and the ushers and maids waited outside the rooms to escort them back downstairs to where drinks were waiting as soon as they had settled in.

These drinks were being served in the formal reception room next door to the yellow room and there I was properly introduced. Three of them had actually come across from the continent to be at this yearly gathering and I only had time for a few words with each of them before lunch was announced by Stanford.

Back into the big hall where lunch was to be served, using the big table that had previously held the dying body of Alexander. This being the first time since then that this table was being used for its original purpose.

I sat at the head of the table with Malcolm on my right and I noted the pecking order as the others took their places. Stanford, the cook and all the others did me proud with an excellent meal and service and got many compliments after the meal before they retired to the reception room which had now been laid out for them to start their meeting. I had my hand pressed by Malcolm and I know the message that he was sending me in that short touch of the hands.

I was surprised at Malcolm knocking at the door to my room before he entered and almost flew over the room to fling myself into his arms for a big and tender loving kiss.

Magenta, oh Magenta,' he breathed out after our passionate kiss. You have exceeded yourself. The others are over the moon with their rooms, the lovely luncheon and, oh, well everything about the place. It took me quite some time to bring them all to order and stop talking about how wonderful an idea this was and, well, you've pleased them and me immensely,' he finished, kissing me again, and I could feel that he had an erection inside his trousers.

Now Malcolm, now,' I begged. I've been wetting myself waiting for you to be here,' and I dragged him to the bed as I fumbled with his zipper, trying to get his trousers off and my dress at the same time. That's all I got off of him as I fell back onto the bed and have him slide up into me. What a welcome intrusion it was indeed!

I was hungry for his cock where it was and sucked him in and revelled in the thrill of him being there once again and fucking me to bring us both up to a climax that had us writhing on the bed. That I ruined the front of his shirt with my sweaty breasts went un-noticed as we kissed and licked each other. Me with his still hard and rampant cock in my mouth as he sucked and licked in between my lower lips. And this was before dinner!

Being the gentleman he was, let me shower first before going in himself, me loving the sight of his bare bum cheeks moving from side to side as he went off for his shower.

If I were the marrying kind, I crooned to myself as I watched him disappear for his shower and then set about dusting my body with powder before doing my face and then dressing. He came out smelling better and not like a brothel while I was at my dressing table and watched him in the mirror as I saw that lovely cock of his being hidden from view, for the time being, as he got dressed for dinner.

That meal was as good as lunch had been and I left the men in the lounge to have their coffee and drinks and went up to my rooms to wait for Malcolm. It wasn't long before he knocked on the door from the sitting room between our two rooms. I went straight into his arms for a breathless kiss.

`I got away as soon as I could,' he said, kissing me again before making to steer me into my bedroom.

No Malcolm,' I said, resisting him, a dismayed look coming to his face. Your room, not mine,' I smiled. `Your bed must appear to have been used otherwise the maid will get the wrong impression as to where you spent the night.'

You're so right Magenta,' he said, pulling me through to his bedroom. What about your bed?'

I've already mussed it up,' I said with a grin. Now let's mess up yours.' Which we proceeded to do with me on my back and him hard up inside and fucking and taking me to heaven. It was only when I was sucking on his still hard cock, cleaning him up did I realise that this had been Alexander's bed. I used to suck on him here, looking at his lovely tanned skin instead of this white leg and stomach. They were much alike, apart from the tan and maybe Alexander was a bit thicker in the thighs from his swimming. But the cock in my mouth was about the same size and I hefted Malcolm's balls and found them on a par. They both loved fucking me as I liked being fucked and doing what I was doing now, sucking on a hard prick. I didn't realise that I was crying over the loss of Alexander until Malcolm spoke.

`What's the matter Magenta?' he asked. His voice sounding far away and it was only then that I noticed the tears dropping onto his stomach and his cock beginning to wilt in my mouth. I sniffed back my tears and let his cock slip out of my mouth as I pulled part of the sheet over to wipe my eyes. I moved up the bed and into Malcolm's arms, seeing the pained expression in his eyes.

`What's the matter darling,' he said, wiping another tear from my eye before kissing the lid.

It's...it's just,' and I gave out a hiccup and swallowed the sob, it's just that I thought of Alexander just then. How I used to suck on him in the same way as I was doing to you, and...and that I don't get to do this very often now,' and more tears began to flow as he hugged me while I cried. He stroked my back and let me cry myself out as I lay in his arms until the tears stopped and I used the sheet again to wipe my eyes.

I'm sorry Malcolm. I shouldn't have been thinking of Alexander while I am with you. But you are so alike, was, were, oh hell! I'm sorry.' He hugged me again and I stifled any more tears. It's just that this was his bed and you fucked me in almost the same way and your tackle is the same as his was. You could almost have been related, the pair of you.'

Father and son?' he chuckled. For I was nearly twice his age.'

If you like, for I loved having him in this bed nearly every night, the same as I love having you here now. But what am I going to do when you've gone back to London?' and started to cry again. I'll be here all on my own with no one to hug, kiss and make love to me.'

`Hush now my sweet, hush,' he crooned as he rocked me in his arms until I stopped my weeping. I apologised and told him that it was wrong of me to have thought of Alexander at that time and I then went down the bed again and took his cock completely into my mouth and worked it round with my tongue and teeth till I had him fully erect again.

Now this what all women need,' I said after releasing him and holding it in an upright position. It looks good enough to eat but I'd rather it filled me somewhere else than my stomach,' and I moved up and got astride his thighs. I kept my hand holding him up and slowly sank down on it, feeling it fill me once again.

`Aaaah,' I breathed out as I settled down on his thighs as I felt him throb and pulsate inside me and pulled his hands up to my breasts, making his fingers press into them and let him massage both as I began to move in my fucking of him.

I bounced up and down on his hard prick, getting him to rasp my insides by moving my body sideways at the same time, really screwing myself on his cock. I was panting heavily as I neared my climax and put my hands over his and pressed them harder to my tits as I moved faster on him. I could see sweat on his forehead before I closed my eyes and saw shooting stars and rockets behind my closed lids as I bucked my way through my orgasm. His hips were rising up to meet me and he gave out a groan as his body stiffened underneath me as he came inside me at the same time.

His hands slipped easily off my sweaty breasts to hold my shoulders and slowly ease me down to lay on his front, my legs moving backwards for me to do this, his prick still up inside me as I lay on his chest. I felt our juices slowly oozing out of me and his prick was beginning to wilt and I felt it moving out of me at the same time. I gave out a groan at the loss and he rolled me onto my side and kissed me, not once, but many times till he was breathless.

`If I were the marrying kind,' he said softly and at that moment in time, if he'd of asked me to marry him, I would have said yes without thinking first, such was my vulnerability lying there in his arms. But he didn't ask for which I was grateful. I couldn't give up the Hall now. I had to keep it going in memory of both William, the late Earl, my William and the memory of Alexander.

We lay together for some time without speaking, just stroking each other with an odd kiss or two until he spoke.

`How far did Alexander get in cataloguing the library?'

`Well he listed all the books and contents but they've still got to be put in some kind of order. Then there's all the lower cupboards full of papers and manuscripts yet to be seen to,' I replied.

`How long will that take to do?'

`Three, maybe four years at least to do it properly.'

`Hmm,' he mused and lapsed into silence again and I think it was just after this that we fell asleep.