Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 07:39:44 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Countess of Lark. Part Two.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

      Part Two

     Summer passed into autumn and winter was soon upon us and at
Christmas, I had a few of the village notables up to the Hall for a special
Christmas dinner and even Trevor and Rollo came up from London for this and
stayed over till the New Year.

     Alex and I had fun watching those two fuck each other without them
knowing that we were there and it would rouse Alex up enough to really give
me a good hammering when we got back into our own bed. Mind you, he didn't
really need voyeurism to get him into that state to fuck me as I liked him
to.

     It was with William's first birthday party that set my mind into the
way of thinking that I really should give him either a sister or a brother
to grow up with. With that decision made up in my mind, I began to set the
ball rolling with this aim in mind. I would do the same as I did in getting
pregnant with William. I announced to Trevor, over the phone, that I still
had plenty of his sperm left, lodged with the clinic in Spain, and that I
would be travelling down there in September to be inseminated again.

     He was delighted that I wanted to be got pregnant again though he'd
never once had his cock up inside me, but it was the thought of him being a
father again that was the delight. Though of course it would be the same as
last time. I would stop taking the pill a fortnight before leaving England
and have Alex fuck me as many times as he could until I was once again with
child.

                                                           *

     I went down to London and called upon Sir Malcolm Falconer having
pre-warned him of my intended visit. He was a single man who ran his own
company and I had been quite often his escort when I worked for the
agency. We got on very well and I loved him fucking me too. After the first
time with him, it would always be me that he asked the agency for, to keep
the female predators at bay when he had to attend certain functions.

     He had his own private jet and had taken me to Milan, Monte Carlo and
even introduced me into the Mile High Club. There was one time that we even
got into the French magazines when we were caught on camera having him
fucking me on a yacht out in the harbour of Monte Carlo.

     That went down like a lead balloon with Samantha, the owner of the
agency but it brought in more clients, asking for Lady Magenta to be their
escort. That was the name I was using at the time, even before I became a
proper lady by marrying Trevor.

                                                           *

     Mother was delighted to see me but a little disappointed that I hadn't
taken William with me. Also when I said that I wouldn't be sleeping there
but only wanted a place to drop off my changes of clothing. Malcolm was
delighted that I was in town and told me to be at his office no later than
six thirty as we would be going out to the theatre that evening.

     I luxuriated in a long hot scented bath that afternoon and made sure
that I not only smelled nice but was dressed as I should be. I presented
myself at his offices on time and I was greeted by the doorman who knew me
from the past as Lady Magenta and didn't have to get an escort as I knew
the way up to Malcolm's office on the top floor.

      I knocked on the door and had him call out to enter, he knew it was
me for the desk downstairs had phoned him to say that I was on my way
up. He came across the carpeted floor of his office with a big smile on his
face and his arms open in welcome.

     `Magenta! You look ravishing,' he said as he took me into his arms and
kissed me. Not a "how do you do" kind of kiss, but one that a lover gives
to another. It was passionate and breathtaking as he held me tight and I
could feel that he already had an erection, which set my heart hammering
away inside my chest. That's for me later this evening I said to myself,
panting and breathing hard as we broke off that kiss.

    `You look dashing and more handsome yourself sir,' I said.

     `God, you take years off me with my eyes seeing what a really
beautiful woman you are Magenta. Married life seems to suit you. I read in
the Times that you now have a son, William, I believe?'

     `Yes, and he's now just over a year old,' I replied.

     `My, how time has flown, but here, take a glass before we go off and
you can tell me more of how it feels to be a mother and a married woman,'
he said, pouring out two glasses, passing one to me, of champagne from an
already opened bottle.

     `Long life and happiness Magenta,' he said, tinkling our glasses
together.

     `The same to you Malcolm,' I said, and taking a sip and then sneezing.

     `Still having trouble with the bubbles?' he laughed. I gave him a
rueful smile and nodded. `Tell me,' he said as he sat me down in a lovely
soft armchair, `was the father delighted with being given a son?'

     `Of course he was,' I replied.

     `Now which one is the father? Trevor or, Alex?' he asked with a sly
mocking smile on his face.

     `You damn well know it's Alex,' I retorted, my face going a little
red.

     `Poor Trevor Bentley. The Earl of Lark being cuckolded and the heir
not his progeny.'

     `Don't say it like that,' I flashed at him and he was quick to take my
hand and apologise.

     `I'm sorry Magenta. It was a crass remark to make, please forgive me.'

     `You're forgiven but Alex was really only my second choice,' I said,
lowering my eyes and he walked right into it.

     `Who was the first then?'

     `You,' I said in almost a whisper. `But as much as I would have liked
you to be the father, I couldn't put you into that position. The whole
thing might have been misconstrued. That...that you might have thought it
was for blackmail.'

     `But I would never have thought of it like that,' he protested.

     `Liar,' I said, but with a smile. He gave out a laugh.

     `Perhaps you're right Magenta. You know me too well, now, let's drink
up and go off to the theatre.'

     He was already dressed, for his office also had its own bathroom and
dressing room and he phoned to ask for his car to be ready out front and he
took my arm and we went down to meet it.

     He took me to the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden and we watched
the performance of Carmen, sung in French, but I loved the music if not the
words. We dined at El Rocco, the latest late night restaurant and had a
wonderful meal.

     `Where are you staying?' he asked when we got back into the car.

     `I haven't booked in anywhere yet. My things are at my mother's
house,' I answered.

     `Well that's settled then for you're definitely not staying there
tonight, or any night while you're here in London. Home Michael please,' he
said to his chauffeur who was also his houseman, home to Sir Malcolm being
in Mayfair.

     On our arrival there, Malcolm said to Michael that that would be all
for the night, leaving him to put the car away in its lock up garage. I was
led into the house where I'd stayed before, quite proud to have been the
only female he'd ever brought to his home. We only stopped in the lounge
for him to pour out two large brandies which we took upstairs to his
bedroom. I took a sip of mine and put it down on the bedside table and
moved close to him to begin to undo his tie.

     `No Magenta,' he said moving back and putting his glass down beside
mine. `You're the guest. Let me do the honours.' He took his own tie and
jacket off first and threw them onto a chair and moved up to me and kissed
my neck as he began to push the top straps of my dress off my shoulders.

     `Still using Poison then,' he murmured, my favourite perfume, as the
straps slid down my arms and he eased the top down to my waist as his
kissed my throat before moving onto a breast. He kissed the nipple first
before giving it a nibble and moulded the other with his free hand.  After
teasing that nipple for a few minutes till it was hard, he moved onto the
other, his hands now pushing my dress down and over my hips and began to
kiss my lower chest and stomach as he went down onto his knees.

     He let me step out of my dress, now in a puddle round my feet before
he started on undoing the studs of my stockings. Taking his time whilst
stroking my upper thigh at the same time. He rolled each one down and took
them off before sticking his tongue into my navel as he undid the suspender
belt. Next was my panties that he slowly pulled down, kissing the pubic
hair as it was revealed.

     He let me step out of them and now completely naked, he picked me up
and moved round the bottom of the bed and laid me down crossways near the
base. It was a large divan type bed without a tail board and as he'd placed
me so that my bum was just about a foot away from the edge with my lower
legs from the knees were hanging down, I knew what he had in mind.

     He smiled at me as he straightened up and quickly took the rest of his
clothes off and revealed his lovely organ which was sticking up at a forty
five degree angle from his thighs. I licked my lips at seeing it and
desperately wanted that large throbbing tool inside me, but I had to wait
as it disappeared from sight as he went back down onto his knees and in
between my open legs.

     I was on the bed just enough to get my heels on and really open my
legs wide for him to see my sex waiting for him to muff dive. His fingers
touched me first and made me give out a little shiver as they parted the
outer lips and then felt his tongue run up and over my clit. It sent a
lovely tingle all up and through my body as he began to lick me with his
tongue.

     I couldn't see his head over the tops of my tits and so I lay back and
enjoyed all the sensations he gave as his tongue dived in and out of my
vagina before rasping over my clit again and again, raising it up like a
hard nut until he could get to it with his teeth. His nose buried deep into
my bush as he nibbled between gulps of air and his sucking of the trickle
of juices he was creating that slowly oozed out of my body.

     He brought me to an orgasm that made me buck on the bed, trapping his
head between my thighs in the agony and ecstasy of my coming. But he was
strong enough to prise my legs apart for him to breathe before going back
down to suck on what came out.

     I think I was gasping more than he was when he came up and over my
body and I felt his pulsating prick enter me as he slid up my body. He got
his hands under my shoulders and he actually kept humping me up the bed,
driving in hard with his cock and lifting me up at the same time. It took
him several goes, his cock taking a lot of my lower body weight till we
were fully in the centre of the bed.

     `So this is where sweet William came from,' he said as he gave me a
kiss before lifting himself up onto his elbows, his cock throbbing and
twitching inside me.

     `Yes,' I gasped. `But I like it better when something goes in rather
than coming out.'

     `Like this?' he asked as he began to move, his prick massaging my
insides as he moved.

     `Jus' like that, as Tommy Cooper used to say,' I said with a laugh,
and he laughed too and kissed me again as he then got down to the business
of fucking me.

     It was lovely having his hard cock reaming me once again and I gave
myself up to the pleasure of him doing what I like having done to me. How
or where he got the stamina from, I don't know, but he was able to keep
himself moving his hard shaft inside me as I built up to another orgasm. My
legs went high and I gave out a scream as I came in a veritable flood and
swear that I felt his come burst forth from the throbbing head of his prick
at the same time.

     It was a glorious and lovely fuck and I gave out a cry as he pulled
out and flopped over onto his back, his chest heaving as he took in deep
breaths. I rolled onto my knees and bent down and took the wet head of his
cock into my mouth and sucked and sucked on it. My hand working up and down
on the shaft as I did so, squeezing out any last drops as well as taking in
some of my own juices. As I licked him clean, I could feel some of his
semen as well as my own coming begin to slowly seep out of me and start to
make a trail down my inner thigh.

     I said to him what was happening and that lovely man just rose up,
pushed me onto my back and went down on me again to lick me clean.

                                                          *

     We drank our brandy lying side by side, both happy at such a wonderful
coupling.

     `If I were the marrying kind...' he began and we laughed for I could
not now finish the next line for I was married.

     `How is that preying mantis Lady Margaret? Has she unloaded Cynthia
yet?' I asked. That mother and daughter was one of the main reasons that
Malcolm had used the escort agency for that woman was forever trying to
push Cynthia onto him.

     `Out of circulation now thank God,' he said. `They netted some young
barrister, poor sod.' We then laughed over the episode where I'd got rid of
them one evening by in my naiveté, told her that Malcolm was going to take
me up in his plane and introduce me to the Mile High Club and asked if she
was a member. I was that green in those days. Well, the woman had gone red
in the face and stormed out of the reception that we were at and that was
the last he saw of them.

     Showing how green I was, when he was putting me in the club, mile high
that is and not the pudding one, I asked how high were we really and when
he told me five miles, I asked if that meant he had to fuck me five
times. We laughed over that too and soon he was up and ready for another
session and it was nearly as good as the first one before we went to sleep.

                                                           *

     After breakfast next morning, he went off to work and dropped me off
to do some shopping which took me nearly all day. We dined out again and
after another wonderful meal, went to bed for more sex. With after having
laid on my back with my legs wide open, smiling up at his lovely face as he
rode me and seeing the whole of the room's ceiling, I told him about the
reason for my visit to London and meeting with him.

     That was if I could have the use of his villa in Spain again for about
two, maybe three months. I know he'd already said before that I could use
it whenever I wanted but I still thought it polite to ask first. I made him
laugh when I related how I had come to meet Alex there. Lying in Malcolm's
bed that first night and suddenly to have a strange man get in bed with
me. I didn't know that Alex was the villa's looker after. Seeing that the
place wasn't burgled and the pool cleaned on a regular basis.

     Both of us had refused to leave the bed and we finished up having sex
and I also found out that his surname was Royce. So it was a Rolls and a
Bentley in bed together and it was really funny when Alex was on top of and
fucking me that he'd said that he'd never ridden in a Bentley before. Well
it cracked me up the first time and it did again as Malcolm laughed with
me.

     That was how we merged and became a company, Royce and Bentley and
actually stole him away from Malcolm. Now I wanted to use the villa again,
with Alex so that I could give William a sibling.

                                                           *

     So with that object achieved, the next day I went along to Trevor's
studio flat where he lived with Rollo and knocked on the door. Rollo opened
it and his eyes lit up at seeing me and invited me in. He was wearing just
a sarong wrapped round his waist and I went on into the studio to find
Trevor fiddling with his camera and that there was also another male in
there.

     This man was naked, lying on the couch, well nearly naked for he just
had a small cloth covering his middle part. It might have covered him but
didn't hide the fact that he had an erection beneath it which told me that
I'd walked into the middle of a pornographic photo session. Trevor wasn't
as delighted to see me as Rollo had.

     `Magenta dear. I didn't know you were in town. You should have
called,' he said in a bit of a fluster

     `What, and miss seeing Rollo's cock up another man's arse instead of
yours?' I said with a smile. `Will you be jerking off at the same time?' I
added sweetly. His face went red as did the unknown male at this.

     `You know I don't do that Magenta,' he said, his face still red as a
beetroot.

     `So you can only come when Rollo's fucking you? Which leads me to the
reason I'm here,' I said. `I want another baby.'

     `I can't! Not here, now,' he pleaded, looking towards the other man
still lying on the couch.

     `No, not that,' I laughed, sitting down on a stool. `I've got enough
still left for a tribe,' referring to the semen I was supposed to have
lodged with the clinic but had the last time, forgotten about it and had
left it behind in mother's fridge.

     `Oh, er, ah, er, well, that's alright then,' he stammered and just
stood there looking stupidly at me. As did Rollo and the other man though
he was still lying down.

     `Well? I thought you were taking pictures when I walked in?' I asked.

     `Er, yes, but...er, well it was of those two,' Trevor stammered.

     `Oh! I get it,' I said, a wicked thought having come into my
head. `You now want a picture of three,' I said, standing up and pulling my
dress up over my head quickly. Trevor began to stammer again and protest as
I did this. I wasn't wearing a bra for I never did and I saw Rollo's eyes
light up as Trevor stammered away and I pulled down my panties and stood
there naked except for my stockings and suspender belt. The other man's
eyes went round and saw that they had fastened onto my big tits rather than
my fanny.

     I walked over to the couch and pointed at this stranger. `You! Up off
of there and stand at the end,' I said and he hastily got up, the cloth
falling away to reveal that his prick was coming to attention. `Rollo!
Behind me and make sure you hit the right place,' I said as I got onto the
couch on my hands and knees. `You,' to the other man, `here in front of me
and get that cock up to size. Trevor! Take a picture of your wife having it
two ways. Come Rollo, get behind and fuck me. You've done it before so
don't be shy. You,' to the man in front, `come closer and I want you to
come as well.'  This man was the first to obey and moved ever closer and
had his cock swaying before me as I opened my mouth and let him put it
inside. I closed my mouth over the head and ran my tongue over it and made
him give out a groan. Rollo moved next and I felt the couch dip and his
hand come onto my hip and then had his big cock slowly pushed up into my
vagina. I would have crowned the bastard if he'd tried to stuff it up my
backside.

     So I now had one cock in my mouth and one stuck up inside me. `Move,
you fuckers,' I mumbled round that cock that limited my speaking. Both men
began to fuck me and I saw out of the corner of my eyes that Trevor had
woken up and was now taking pictures with a hand held camera.

     I don't know what his thoughts were but I liked mine, having two men
in two different holes. One holding my head as he face fucked me and the
other holding my hips as he rammed his cock into me.

     There must have been some good pictures there with me being fucked at
both ends and having my tits swing back and forth as Rollo pummelled away
at my rear end. Both came and it was lovely, being filled with semen at
either end.

     Rollo pulled out and I lifted my head up off the other cock and
swallowed what he'd given me. I gave the head of his cock a kiss and smiled
up at him.

     `What a lark you've just had,' I said, wondering if he got the pun. I
got up from the couch and went and got dressed, well it was just pulling on
my panties and slipping the dress back over my head and settling it down
over my hips and putting my shoes back on.

     `That was lovely Trevor,' I said, moving over and giving him a kiss on
the lips, smearing them with a little bit of the semen I had kept back in
my mouth. `So I'll be off to the clinic in a short while. Don't worry about
the Hall like last time,' referring to his previous disregard of the
place. `I'll see that all is in order before I leave.' I picked up my
handbag and walked to the door.

     `Oh. Save some of the pictures for me for my scrapbook will you,' I
said sweetly as I left.

     Happy as a pig in shit, I went outside into the fresh air and wondered
what to do for the rest of the afternoon. Fucked by Malcolm in the
morning. Fucked at lunchtime by Rollo with the bonus of sucking a rampant
cock at the same time. Who's left before I get fucked again tonight by
Malcolm again. That's when Ralph's name cropped up and knew that he would
round off the most perfect day.

     But first, it was to a travel agent and there I booked two business
class seats to Murcia's airport for the following week.

     Now to see if Ralph was home. He used to work for the same escort
agency and I wondered if he still did and hoped that it was so, for if he
did, he would most probably be at his home now. I got to his flat and
knocked at the door and he was there.

     His face lit up in a big smile and showed his pure white teeth as he
smiled. What I haven't mentioned is that he was the most handsomest black
man I'd ever met.  He was big in all departments and was never without a
job of being an escort and taking money for his after hours activities with
the female he had with him for the evening.

     He seldom turned them down which paid for the rather expensive flat he
lived in.

     `Magenta!' he cried when he saw me and pulled me into his arms for a
lovely kiss. `It's been ages. In fact, it was at the wedding when I last
saw you.'

     `Yes, over eighteen months ago,' I laughed, lost in the embrace of his
big arms.

     `Come in, come in,' he cried, putting me down for he had literally
swept me off my feet. I went in and he went straight to a drinks trolley
and poured out two large gin and tonics. `You really are a sight for sore
eyes. What have you been doing?' he asked as we sat down and so I related
most of what had happened since we'd last met. That took half an hour and
another drink before I asked him coyly if he still had our video.

     This was a short film of us making love though it only ran for twenty
minutes but had taken us three weeks of sex having it filmed.

     `Have it? I've almost worn the bloody thing out. It's the only good
thing that I can confess to having done so far in my life,' he said, and I
could hear the joy in his voice for we'd had such fun in the making of
it. `Do you want to see it?'

     `I'd rather see the real thing,' I said, licking my lips. I didn't
need to say any more for he quickly got up and lifted me up into his arms
and carried me through to his bedroom, one that I'd spent many a good hour
or two with him.

     We quickly undressed though I still left on the suspender belt and
stockings for this attire seemed to please a lot of men to fuck a half
naked woman and Ralph was no exception. He was still the powerful figure of
a man when naked. Black as the ace of spades and his mythical prick
upstanding like a policeman's black truncheon and looking just as hard. The
thick black shaft that was strangely not circumcised as most black men, the
head, big and half out of its skin, a dark pink colour that drew the eyes
straight towards it. It stood out as proud as the man who sported it,
twitching away with the desire of the heart, throbbing with the amount of
blood being pumped round to keep it in that erect position.

     I knelt down and bowed my head as I paid homage to that phallic organ
that just begged to be sucked which I did. Hot and heavy his penis felt in
both my hand and mouth and wondered just how much did this weapon of his
actually weigh. As I sucked on it, I used one hand to fondle his balls and
tried to weigh them too as I hefted and moved them about in their sac.

     As much as I liked sucking on him, I had this burning deep down inside
my stomach and wanted this big black cock up inside, fucking me and
quelling this growing fire. I released him and got onto the bed and opened
my legs and had him once again, ploughing deep in my field.

     Such was his expertise in the art of fucking women, he could hold
himself back and give, well me anyway, two orgasms before he let himself go
and it was wonderful to feel him throb inside me as he came. Not using the
short sharp stabbing motions, but big powerful and long thrusts, pulling
right back like the recoil of a howitzer gun. Then ramming forward to shoot
his second shot with the same recoil and yet again and again giving me a
five gun salute as it were.

     He recalled to mind the other three black Americans that I had fuck me
quite some time back, and they all had big pricks like his. I was a firm
believer in this myth that their cocks are bigger than most whites, but
I've been fortunate enough to find most of my past lovers had cocks as big
as the one now just starting to lose its tumescence and starting to slide
out of me.

     I was quick to turn round when he was finally out and suck on him
before he subsided completely, sucking and chewing away at him and getting
my tongue up under the foreskin to lick him clean. I felt all rosy and warm
inside as I lay in his powerful arms, seeing the contrast of our skin
colour, mine now a very light brown having almost lost last year's sun tan.

     We talked of our past lovers and at how much fun we'd had in the
making of the video of us making love, which he got up and went and put it
on the television he had in the bedroom. I also remembered that I had been
watching my copy before I was married and found that George, mum's lodger,
saw some of it and it had roused him up and so I let him fuck me while I
re-ran the tape. This watching turned me on again and Ralph too and so when
it finished, I once again had him fuck me and give me my third orgasm.

                                                           *

     That was a lovely afternoon I had spent with Ralph and left in time to
get to Malcolm's offices just before he was ready to leave. We dined out
again before having another lovely night's session of having him fuck me
again. That made it him in the morning and Rollo, with Ralph three times
during the afternoon, plus the sucking of another rampant cock, and then
Malcolm twice again that night. I must have been awash with semen. We had
oral sex the next morning before getting showered and dressed. After
breakfast, he dropped me off at mother's place and he went to the office
and I saw to packing my case and kissing mum goodbye, got a taxi to take me
to the station.

                                                           *