by Alison Shaw
He was very good at this she managed to register just before he changed the angle slightly and started slamming into her with a still controlled rhythm, his hands now gripping her hips, her cries filling the barn. His manly grunts of pleasure had her climbing towards something so thrilling she was almost afraid of letting it break.
“Fuck yes,” he chanted over and over again as he rammed into her, and at last it came, crashing over her in furious waves of ecstasy that left her shaking under his hands as he frantically withdrew and pumped out hot seed with loud moans; all over her skirts she discovered later with horror
Chapter 10
The Earl's Restraint
In which our curious rake further explores the delights of voyeurism.
“Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte,” the Earl of Langham muttered to himself as he watched her through his bedroom window. Even the sound of her name made his cock hard. He was in deep, and he winced as his unruly erection once again attempted to burst out of his breeches. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide the effect she was having on him, and hide it he must, certainly in public. He was not having a clever little minx like her trapping him into marriage.
“Damnation, Johnson,” he complained to his manservant who was hanging his newly starched shirts in the wardrobe. “What in the hell is the matter with me? I think I’ve lost my mind. I have the worst case of blue balls ever suffered.”
“There is a very simple remedy for that Sir,” Johnson said, stopping what he was doing and turning to look at his master from under his dark lashes.
“Not even your nice tight arse is going to solve this one,” Rafe said sadly.
“I meant you need some Daisy,” Johnson said slowly.
“Some what?” Rafe asked, for a moment thinking he was referring to some new fangled potion.
“Some of our randy little chamber maid, Sir,” Johnson said patiently. “You’d be doing me a favour. She’s wearing me out.”
Rafe thought for a moment and pictured Daisy’s big backside as she bent over to display her sopping slit. He even groaned a little at the memory, but he did not feel the need to revisit that particular garden of delight. “Would you let me watch again?” he surprised himself by asking Johnson. It seemed that he had a developed voyeuristic tendencies.
Johnson raised an eyebrow. “Enjoyed it that time in the scullery, did you?”
“I most certainly did. The sight of your big cock pounding into her and your tight arse cheeks clenching as you came, most certainly did it for me,” he replied as frankly as ever. “And Johnson, I never knew you liked to talk dirty.”
“Daisy brings it out of me,” Johnson blushed. “She likes it rough and it makes me go a little crazy.”
“God!” Rafe moaned. “I would love to watch you somewhere nice and comfortable where you can go to town. Like this bed for instance,” he said nodding towards the big four-poster. “That scullery is far too dark and damp.” And he added hopefully, his cock twitching with the thought, “You can tie her up if you want.”
Johnson was obviously contemplating the idea. “I am getting a little tired of her, but the thought of you watching me fuck her again is tempting, I have to admit.”
“Well then, let us do it! Sneak her up here tonight and we will have ourselves some fun.”
Daisy was giggling as Johnson ushered her into Rafe’s bedroom late that night. Her cap was all askew and her cheeks flushed. It was clear that his manservant had already started the fun.
“I finger fucked her on the stairs,” Johnson whispered to Rafe. “Thought I would get her nice and primed.”
By God, Rafe had hit the jackpot when he had appointed Johnson. Initially, it was his devastating handsomeness that had got him the job, but Rafe was utterly delighted when he discovered what a randy little bastard his new valet was. Or should that be randy big bastard, he thought, thinking about Johnson’s muscular biceps.
Daisy was grinning at Rafe, winding a curl of her luscious blonde hair round her finger. “Hello Sir,” she purred. “I’ve missed that huge cock of yours.”
Rafe gulped and kept firmly seated, but Daisy swayed across the room and placing her hands on the arms of his chair leaned towards him, her plump pink lips pouting. “How about a kiss?”
He gently gripped her chin and pushed her backwards. “No Daisy,” he said firmly. “You mustn’t touch me, I’m only here to watch. Johnson’s going to fuck you.”
“I could do you both,” she whined, but Johnson grabbed hold of her arm and pulling her across the room, pushed her down onto the bed.
“Oh well,” she sighed coquettishly at Johnson. “I guess I could make do with just you.”
“Little bitch,” Johnson muttered and then slammed his mouth down on hers. Daisy immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to him, noisily moaning as Johnson devoured her.
Rafe sat back in his chair and got comfortable. He was going to enjoy this.
Johnson soon had his face buried between Daisy’s legs and she was writhing and moaning and gripping his hair, clearly in such a heightened state of ecstasy she barely knew what she was doing. Johnson was still dressed, although he had taken his jacket off and rolled up his shirtsleeves. He was on his knees with his arse stuck up in the air and the tight fabric of his breeches stretched across his muscular cheeks as his head bobbed between Daisy’s legs.
Up until now, Rafe had resisted touching himself. He had merely sat back in his chair and sipped on his whisky while Johnson and Daisy had sucked each other’s faces off. But once Johnson had started to strip Daisy naked, his aching cock had become increasingly desperate for attention, especially when Daisy’s big tits were finally revealed and Johnson squeezed them in his strong hands and then sucked noisily on the pink nipples. Daisy had thrown her head back and moaned loudly as Johnson had bitten and slurped and licked his way around both distended buds. Then Daisy had thrust her hand in his hair and pushed his head downwards and Johnson had eventually ended up buried in her hairy slit, his tongue lapping up her juices.
That was when Rafe gave in and laid his hand on his prick. He knew too well how good Johnson was with his mouth and tongue, and if the desperate pants and cries coming from Daisy were anything to go by, he was as skilled at licking out pussy than he was at sucking cock. Rafe stroked his growing bulge as Johnson shoved two fingers inside Daisy’s clasping cunt and continue to lick her while he thrust in and out of her, so fast she was coming in seconds, almost pulling his hair from his scalp and arching her back as she screamed.
Johnson pulled his face from Daisy’s satisfied muff and turned round to grin at Rafe. His lips and chin were slick with cream, and he looked so sexy, Rafe’s cock gave a great surge under his hand.
“Fucking delicious,” Johnson said as he licked his fingers. “Tastes like clotted cream.”
“Take your clothes off,” Rafe just about managed to say through a fog of lust.
Johnson grinned again and standing up, slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, not taking his eyes of Rafe or losing the cocky grin on his face.
“You like to look at me naked, don’t you?” he said. “You like it almost as much as looking at a naked woman.”
“More sometimes,” Rafe growled as Johnson pulled off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and the line of hair that trailed over tight abdominal muscles and towards the yet to be revealed wonder in his breeches. Rafe’s mouth was watering as Johnson undid his breeches.
Daisy, who had been lying totally spent on the bed roused herself, and sat up to watch Johnson pull his breeches down. As his arse was revealed, she stared at it and sighed, “God, I’m a lucky girl.”
“You certainly are,” agreed Rafe. “Now what’s he going to do to you next? Ram his cock up you? Or are you going to suck him off?”
Daisy opened her mouth to speak but Johnson clearly had other plans. Turning round to face her, he roughly grabbed the tops of hers arms and spun her around so she was pressed face down on the bed.
“Keep that trap of yours shut, Daisy,” he growled, his northern accent becoming stronger. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you,” and he pulled her arms behind her back and gripped her wrists tightly.
Daisy gave an excited whimper and Johnson said, “What did I say?” and raising his free hand he brought it down on her backside with a loud slap.
“Oh Eddie!” she cried as he smacked her again, her pale cheek turning red.
“I said be quiet!” he growled as his hand came down on her a third time, and Rafe mindlessly started to pull at the fly of his breeches.
“Fuck,” he murmured to himself as he wrapped a fist around his cock.
“You are a nasty little slut,” Johnson said to Daisy as his fingers slipped between her legs. “A dirty little trollope who likes it rough.”
Daisy muttered something into the sheet as Johnson pulled her legs apart and ran a finger round her puckered hole. “I am going to have you here,” he said, “and you’re going to love it, aren’t you?”
Daisy managed to pick her head up and looking back at him whimpered, “Yes please.”
Johnson gave a nasty laugh and pulling his hand away, smacked her again. “Oh hell, you are making me so fucking hard, it’s going to hurt when I finally shove it in.” Then he lowered his head and licked her firmly, all the way from her arse hole to her clit.
Rafe’s fist wrapped more tightly round his cock, his hips thrusting upwards as Johnson’s rough voice seem to wrap itself round his balls. He was so turned on he was close to coming, his cum already leaking out and dripping down his shaft.
“You should see his lordship,” Johnson said. “He’s as hard as I am, Daisy and he wants to see me fuck you hard.”
“Do it now!” Daisy squealed.
With that Johnson gripped Daisy’s hips and slid straight into her wet pussy. “Just getting some lubrication,” he said as he slid in and out, making a sucking sound as he covered his prick in her juices, then he pulled out and wrapping a fist around his slick shaft, he lined it up against her tight arse hole.
“Ready for a good arse fucking?” he asked but clearly didn’t require a reply because he pushed inwards in one hard thrust, the muscles of his bare backside clenching as Daisy cried out. “Fuck and damnation!” Johnson yelled as his balls slapped against Daisy’s wet lips. “That’s tight!” Then he slowly pulled out and Daisy cried out in ecstasy this time, grabbing handfuls of the bed sheet.
“Give it to me!” she grunted, and Johnson gripped her hips tighter and slammed into her with a great surge.
“Not going to last long,” he muttered as he withdrew and slammed into her again. “It’s too good.”
But Daisy was already coming again. Rafe could see her back arch and her legs tremble, and then Johnson’s arse quivered and he gave one last thrust and cried out, managing to pull his cock out just in time so Rafe could see the thick cum oozing out and running down his shaft and over his hand.
Rafe stared at the mess dripping onto the floor and licked his lips and gripped his own cock tight. “Daisy!” he said a little desperately to the girl who was now spread eagled on the bed, panting. “Daisy! Come and suck me. I want to see your lips wrapped round my cock.”
Daisy dutifully got up on wobbly legs and kneeled at Rafe’s feet, and taking his cock in her soft little hand immediately closed her pink lips around the bulbous head.
Rafe dropped his head back and gave a long shuddering sigh. The relief of feeling her hot mouth on him was indescribable and soon he was shooting his seed into the back of her throat in several pulsing loads, thoughts of Charlotte momentarily banished.
Chapter 11
The Governess Struggles
In which the governess wars with her desires.
Charlotte's days were spent with vocabulary and arithmetic and her nights, tossing and turning with fevered images of Randall and Johnson plaguing her body. Both merged into one virile, stallion of a man who came to her in her sleep and took her brutally with no mercy, big rough hands grabbing at her, enormous cock stretching her to the limit, and she would awake unbearably aroused but unfulfilled, promising herself once again to not give into temptation as she had that night in the stables. Letting Johnson fuck her against a wall had been a mistake, a wonderfully satisfying mistake, but most definitely a mistake. She tried to convince herself that it was merely a slip in her resolve, one she was determined not to repeat.
It was all the Earl of Langham's fault. If he had never looked at her with those indigo eyes, she would not be battling with out of control desires. If he were simply a profligate, selfish rake as his reputation made him out to be, he wouldn't be causing such confusion. But there was something about Rafe and the way that he held her that she just could not ignore. He held her firmly and possessively, as if he had every right to her body. It was the way she liked to be held, if she were honest, but there was a tenderness in his touch, a passion in his gaze that Randall had never shown her. And now he was ignoring her and she hated to admit it, but it made her horribly disappointed and bereft.
Of course, despite all her best intentions, she allowed Johnson to have his wicked way with her again. There was no emotion involved with him. The man was merely a walking erection, and a breathtakingly gorgeous one at that. She resisted for a few days, in which he tormented her with salacious winks whenever their paths crossed, even when she was with William and Arthur, or he was with the Earl. He would give her his slow, sexy smirk as he sauntered past her and her eyes would watch his tight backside, stretching the seat of his close fitting breeches and remember how it felt to have him thrusting inside her. The Earl may be out of bounds, but Johnson was not and he was a constant temptation.
One afternoon, when Charlotte had a moment to herself she went for a walk and Johnson followed her, catching her up by the folly on the hill. No words were exchanged between them. He merely loomed towards her, his big body enveloping her in its heat, his hands going straight to her bodice, tugging it down to free her breasts. After so many nights of writhing frustration and days of Rafe's burning gaze and silent treatment, she did not have the energy to refuse him, and certainly not when he ripped at the opening of his breeches and pulled out his cock, already engorged. If that erotic sight was not enough, the growling noise he made in his throat made her instantly wet and she sank to her knees in supplication and lapped at the head of his cock until his hands gripped her hair and his hips pushed his rigid shaft deep into her mouth. His whispered urges not to stop, to suck harder, to make him come, had her squirming on the dusty ground and he soon shot hard into her, holding her head in his tight grip so she was forced to swallow the full pulsing load.
He repaid the favour a surprisingly short time after by leaning her against a ledge on the crumbling wall, pulling up her skirts, spreading her legs and ramming into her, fucking her roughly until she came round his thick cock in wonderful waves of release, all the tension of the previous days pouring out of her and mingling with his urgently spent seed.
Afterwards she watched him wipe the mess away with his discarded necktie, and leisurely button himself up again, but before he had finished she could not help reaching out and running a hand under his untucked shirt to feel the smoothness of his skin and the rippling muscles of his hard abdomen. It had been so long since she had been naked with a man, flesh against flesh and she missed it. Maybe they should fuck in bed next time, she thought until she realised what she was thinking and abruptly pulled her hand away.
“What would happen if the Earl found out?” she couldn't help asking.
Johnson grunted as he did up the final button. “I would be a dead man, I should think.” Charlotte gaped at him in shock and he laughed. “Not literally dead,” he said. “But it wouldn't be pretty. He's used to getting what he wants and he wants you.”
“And if he found out you had me first?”
“You're not thinking of telling him are you?”
“No,” she said sadly. What would be the point of that? It
was not as if there was any need to make him jealous when they could never be together.
“Anyway,” Johnson said casually as he turned away from her. “We're going back to London in the morning, and he'll forget you once he dips his wick into some willing whore.”
That night, Charlotte spent a lonely hour or so in the library, vainly searching for a novel that might distract her gloomy thoughts. On her return to her room she stumbled across Johnson pressing one of the maids against the wall and pushing his hand up her skirt. His shirtsleeves were rolled up giving Charlotte a mouth-watering view of the tendons in his strong forearm as he worked on his task.
She froze in place, a few steps below them, but Johnson sensed her presence and turned his head towards her. His eyes gleamed devilishly in the gloom and he shook his head slowly, his meaning clear. Then withdrawing his hand from beneath the maid's skirts he slowly licked his fingers, his hooded eyes not leaving Charlotte's.
Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp and Johnson grabbed hold of the girl's hand. “Come on Daisy,” he said. “His lordship's waiting for us.”
The girl gave a giggle and he pulled her towards the closed door of Rafe's room. They both disappeared inside, the door sliding shut behind them.
It seemed the Earl was already doing his best to forget her.