The future had no place in his mind. Or his body. The need of the flesh and of the soul were so intense, so ready, for each of them that they shut out past and future and plunged helter-skelter into the present.
The Duke started gently. She seemed to like it. He rose up and gazed at those erect, ripe breasts that had tantalized him from the very first moment he set eyes on her. He kissed the nipples, tenderly, then with more purpose. He sucked and she arched her back and raised her pubis to him.
The young Duke laid his hardness along the mound and gently massaged until she let out a low moan and bit his ear.
“Enough gentleness, my Lord,” she said gasping, chewing on his ear. “Take me now and let me know the pleasure of losing my soul to one I love. Oh, my Lord, love me for now, for now only.”
With no hesitation what so ever he entered her, she was ready, and in her anxiety she climaxed almost instantly and he thought in frustration, it was over. She took a few seconds of respite and then the passion grew in her to a newer and higher level. She swallowed him up, rising and falling, plunging and withdrawing. She climaxed a couple of more times before it finally happened to the Duke.
He had been controlling and holding back, savoring it, wanting it to go on forever ….or, at least, for the next couple of hours. But nothing lasts forever. She responded by climaxing again, for the fifth time. He had always envied women their capacity, but he wouldn’t have traded that one gigantic climax for all the little ones in the world.
Spent, sated, they rested on the pallet with a thin layer of perspiration coating their naked bodies. Margarita’s arm lay across his now naked chest. She was silent for such a long time that he thought she was asleep. She wasn’t.
“You will think me strange,” she finally said, “but I did this as a gesture of goodwill.”
“Goodwilll?”
“Yes. In two weeks, my maid will marry Sir Fredric’s personal aid and join his people. Now I must hurry, my maid will be anxiously waiting for my arrival.
Cravings of a Duchess
Duchess Margarita entered the north tower of the Manor House. It was her favorite place where she spent most of her spare time, knowing very well that nobody would dare to interfere with her solitude. At one time the Manor house had belonged to some notable, it was a vast country-house owned and farmed, the land for several miles each way along the river valley, beyond which was a thick forest with small game and a hidden cave which very few people frequented.
Though badly scarred by time and war, and by at least one disastrous fire the main part of the of the Manor house still remained intact, including the old slaves’ quarters round the courtyard where the serfs worked, and the bath house still existed patched and plastered.
Tensed as she was the Duchess was pacing the floor, anxiously awaiting her most trusted friend and Chamber Maid, Nancy to show up. Her maid had undertaken the risky task of taking a message from her to her farm. She had a guilty feeling of dread and exhilaration. It would certainly draining Nobel ethics, because her secret lover wasn’t going to like what she had misled her.
She knew that personally the electricity between them was undeniable….but she also knew she could not give in to the attraction. The morals instilled so strongly in her by her late parents, along with her own sense of guilt, ran too deep.
Margarita had been waiting in the Tower for 15 minutes when her Chamber Maid came in.
“My Lady.” Her voice was welcoming, yet intense.
She returned her smile. “Nancy, it’s good to see you. It’s been too long.”
Elated on seeing her maid the Duchess seated herself behind her loom, displaying a wry grin around her eyes and mouth.
“You have seen to that, don’t you, my lady? Always so.” Her tone was teasing, but subtly laced with something deeper.
“Don’t be silly, Nancy,” The Duchess tried to dismiss her remark. “I admit you took a great risk, going out in the night. I must declare that you seemed to enjoy taking that risk. Besides I do have other domestic matters to attend to, let alone a staff to maintain.
Nancy flashed a sly smile. “With all your trouble, you still look as beautiful as ever, my lady.”
The Duchess, flushed. Beautiful was not a word she would use to describe herself. She did not know how to respond and found she could not meet her gaze.
The maid watched her across the loom, Duchess Margarita, did not think of herself as beautiful, she could tell, but she was. Her high cheekbones, generous mouth, and slim but feminine figure made her beautiful, and if she doubted it she had only to look into the eyes of any man who saw her for confirmation.
The Duchess remained silent. The maid knew the compliment had distressed rather than pleased her. She sighed inwardly. She had given her no real indication she was attracted to her, and until she did she had no right to press her case. Her voice was resigned as she asked, “Have you had time to complete your study of your latest problems?”
The Duchess took a deep, relieved breath. She dreaded the day she would voice her feelings…..she wasn’t sure how she’d handle it. For a minute or two, when she’d looked at her with her dark, hungry eyes, she almost met her gaze.
She drew the Chamber Maid close to her and said “This old Manor has no miracles, Nancy. But I do have some solutions that are viable, if you put them into practice.” She addressed the maid seated across the loom. “Your farm people should already have these figures and a few of this latest farming decision, but I have written and brought them anyway. And, yes, you do have problems and I doubt you will avoid more labor trouble and bad labor action unless you start hiring more farm hands specially women.”
She kept wringing her hand across her forehead. She suddenly looked tired. She had an enormous job for a woman not yet 24. The Manor House employed some 2,000 serfs, and staffing problems were an automatic part of such a giant Dukedom. Like most major Dukedoms, Manor House had diversified into every conceivable type of farming. The diversity was staggering, and as Chamber Maid and the Duchess most trusted friend, Nancy was responsible to see that each division was fully staffed and operative. She also had to keep the Manor up-dated with all new hiring regulations, an area in which Margarita’s management had been particularly helpful.
The maid’s voice was serious. “My Lady, you know my stand with regard to workers’ rights and equality; anything less is intolerable to me. I think you also know I fight for what I believe in.” She sighed. “But this Manor House functions under one system…..Lord Olaf’s. There’s no way he’ll ever agree to it.”
Margarita shrugged her shoulders, causing the light lavender silk of her blouse to ripple sensuously. Lord Olaf, known as The Colonel was the head of the Manor. And all the lesser nobles reported directly to him. Being a man with a military background. He was a tyrant with an ego beyond measure. He ran the Manor as if it was a one-man show and he was that one man.
Margarita knew Nancy cared about human issues, she was a fair-minded trusted maid, but facts were facts.
“Then if he won’t accept the name of reason, he’d better do it in the name of the serfs of the county, or in the name of humanity. Name it any which way you like, But it has to be done. You are facing more than labor action; you are facing several rebellions and boycotts.”
“Do you have any likely job candidates?” Nancy asked.
“Nancy, I’ve had three of my personal aids cracking their brains on this full time. And, yes, we have picked some impressive candidates.” She handed her a slip of paper. “This should give you a head start.”
Nancy thanked her. “This will mean that I’ll have to only deal with the colonel.” She leaned forward to light the torch that was getting dim on the wall, frowning as she did so.
“When are you going to give up this filthy habit of spending your time in semi darkness?”
Margarita accepted the light and grinned. “When I can go and live on a desert island where the air I breathe isn’t pure smog.”
She remained leani
ng across the loom, looking at her, “If you could settle for a long weekend on that island, I could arrange for you to use the Manor villa in Crow Island.”
Nancy restrained herself from adding how much she’d like to join her on that island, but the Duchess had seen the desire in her eyes. She thought of warm, sensuous sunshine, carefree days, and balmy nights. Nancy was undeniably attractive and she was becoming more vulnerable with each day her marriage floundered.
She caught herself up short. She doused the freshly lit torch, but not before she saw the look of hope in her maid’s eyes; she knew she had almost weakened. Instantly she was in control again.
“Thanks, it sounds appealing, but I couldn’t accept.” She rose gracefully. “It’s late I’ve got to get back to the chamber.”
“Let me help you my Lady,” the maid said rising and leading the way to the chamber where Lady Margarita’s giant sized bed was.
Making all necessary preparations for her lady to rest for the night, she still remained standing, watching the Duchess changing to go to bed.
Lust of a Lady
“You still have a trim body my Lady, if I may say so.” Nancy declared in awe as she watched Margarita’s naked body. “There’s not a single layer of fat in you anywhere.”
“Oh, really?.....come Nancy give my body, which you appreciate so much, a good rub down” Margarita said reclining on the giant bed.
In the next half hour or so, while massaging the Duchess, the maid studied the silk smooth body of her lady. She was, as usual, impressed by the thorough massage she had done. Her experienced dainty fingers worked with deft as the lady moaned and turned around. Involuntarily then she grabbed her maid’s hands and guided them to her soft rounded breasts.
Even ladies of high breeding tend to forget themselves and their noble ethics when they are starved for sex, they care less for what they do as their sexual urge is more demanding.
Nancy caressed her Lady’s breasts gently with utmost care till she felt Margarita’s soft breasts harden and the cherry pink nipples pout like two ripe cherries. Impulsively she nipped the nipples with her fingers as her mistress moaned once more and closed her eyes.
Having experienced an erotic sex session a couple of hours earlier with Duke Ainslie, which was fresh in her mind. A certain amount of passion and desire was building up in Margarita. In the process of giving her massage she gently cupped both her hands on Margarita’s right breast and lowered her mouth to feel the pouting nipple with her tongue.
Months and months of sexual starvation and frustration, made the Duchess forget herself, she felt it was time she gave up all pretense and enjoyed the luxury of sex, whether it be a little lesbian act or not. The Duchess grabbed the maid’s head and pressed it hard against her breast.
“Oh, my God, take it Nancy, suck it, enjoy it.” She moaned aloud.
It was for this moment that the maid was waiting, releasing the breasts for a brief moment she started to strip her own clothing.
“Don’t take so long, Nancy, come to me quick.” The Duchess moaned in ecstasy.
It had been a long cherished desire of the maid to lay her hands on the gorgeous body of her lady and she did not want to delay a single moment of this erotic opportunity.
Nancy started on her lady’s breasts very gently, sucking and licking them with delight and then slowly she moved her mouth down to her belly kissing and licking her navel from there she slid further down to the Lady’s crotch. Spreading her thighs slowly the maid started teasing the Lady’s clitoris with her dainty fingers.
Roused erotically to an erotic degree, the lady spread her thighs wider and arching her buttocks up and down she let her maid probe her deeper and deeper as she experienced repeated orgasms.
“Climb up Nancy, let me feel your body too,” the Duchess invited her in a trembling erotic tone.
Nancy pulled herself on top of the Duchess, taking her breasts in her mouth once again, sucking and licking her. The Duchess moved her arms around the maid’s buttocks, grabbing her voluptuous buttocks tight she rolled over and pinned the maid down.
With the maid pinned down she started chewing her mouth first, then moving down she sucked her breasts, her belly and then her moist clitoris.
“Let’s do it together, my Lady,” Nancy moaned getting the Duchess to switch her position so that the Duchess had her own clitoris over the maid’s mouth while she dipped her tongue deep into the maid’s clitoris. They probed each other with their tongues erotically till they experienced several orgasms. Sated with their sex act they rested in each other’s arms.
“My God, Nancy, it has been such a long time since I had a sexual encounter like this.” The Duchess declared as the maid rose from the bed and started dressing.
“Well, what about Sir Fredric or the young Duke?” Nancy asked.
“I told you, it has been a long time since I enjoyed any kind of sex, not since Sir Fredric’s accident, not even with Duke Ainslie.” She lied.
“You know very well that after his accident, Sir Fredric is a virtual vegetable, below his waist he is lifeless and as for the young Duke I have only met him a couple of times, except for a few pecks on my lips we have never gone beyond.” The Duchess sobbed softly.
“Oh, my poor Lady,” Nancy grabbed Margarita’s head and resting it against her breasts she tried to console her as best as she could. “If ever you want me, tell me and I’ll be there for you.”
“You know Nancy, however much I do it with you; it’s not like doing it with a real man.” Margarita said.
It continued to amaze the maid that her lady could have such luxuries’ and yet suffer sexually. No, Margarita wasted no time. What she wasted was her own self, a situation Nancy found tragic. She had expected an aggressive female trying to get by on her sex. She had, in short, expected anything but her lady.
Nancy had been attracted to her from the day she met her. It had not just been her beauty, although she could not deny that she had caught her breath when she first saw her. It was her style and most of all her intelligence to which she warmed instantly. Nancy could not tolerate empty-headed people.
Margarita didn’t impose, didn’t push. She’d asked knowing questions, had done her homework on the up keep of the Manor as well as on Nancy herself. She knew where she had come from, where she’d worked before, how long she’d been with the Duchess. And wonder of wonders, she understood what the position of a Duchess entailed.
No, she was, definitely not her run of the mill mistress, she was a Lady confident of her abilities. Margarita had decided to retain her for duties at the Manor on their first meeting and had never regretted it.
Margarita like wise had also gathered quite a lot of information about the young Duke with whom she had spent an erotic time and was somewhat jealous of the maid.
It was on a personal level that Duke Ainslie almost regretted meeting Margarita. An adventurous man, he was wary of entanglements, but he could not remember ever having been more drawn to a woman, more completely entranced. Any man would feel it; any man who knew what a woman should be, would recognize Margarita as the real thing. Humor, curiosity, intelligence, warmth, all of that.
The Duke Ainslie had fallen in love with her, but she’d never given him any encouragement…..not before and not after her husband’s terrible accident. Except for what the Duke saw in her eyes in unguarded moments, she behaved as a true Duchess. A married Duchess, who had a crush for the Duke, yet suppressed her feelings.
A Couple of days later. The Young Duchess eased her mount into the reserved space in front of the Manor farm house. As always she took pleasure in the appearance of the farm and at her own farsightedness in buying it at yesterday’s price. It was a beautiful little farm, in the style of an old cottage. Crisp white silk curtains shone against the windows, and the effect was one of stability, which was exactly what she had envisioned when she’d first seen it some years before, neglected.
She entered the farm and was greeted by the maid, who was straight out
of a convent, polite, scrubbed, and dependable. The Duchess went down the corridor to her private room, nodding to her farm-keeper.
She entered her room and was once again pleased by what she saw. With a tendency to spread out when she was off work, the Duchess had chosen a large antique bed.
She placed her hold all on the bed, took her seat, and rang a bell for her maid. Margarita smiled as Clare entered the office. Like the Chamber Maid, she was a genuine find. She had common sense, a dry ironic humor, and had become as much a friend to Margarita as a Maid.
“How did it go at the county fair?” Clare asked.
“Like a dose of castor oil. Duke Ainslie is realistic, but he wasn’t thrilled. I think he will be able to convince the colonel. Even though it will leave a few scars.” She motioned for Clare to take a chair before continuing. “Well, what new catastrophes occurred this morning?”
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