Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2012 18:55:52 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Countess of Lark. Part Seven.

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

      Part Seven

     I was awake earlier enough to rouse Malcolm up to fuck me again before
I left his bed and got into mine before the morning tea and coffee was
brought into the sitting room.

     All eleven managers and Malcolm were down for breakfast at eight
o'clock and when it was over, they went off for their meeting while I did
my accounts until lunch time. After which, they returned to the conference
room as I was now calling it while I went out to take Pisces for a canter,
having spent some time with her since the purchase, letting her get to know
me properly and she was most obedient when I took her out for a gallop over
the fields.

     Malcolm told me at dinner that it had been a veritable success at
having his yearly meeting in the Hall and all the men at the table agreed
and I saw him have a few words with Stanford as we left the table, shake
his hand and pass him an envelope. I guessed that it was something to be
shared out amongst the maids and kitchen staff and was pleased that he had
thought of them. His gift for me I would get later in his room, which came
to pass and he right royally fucked me.

     After having him take me twice, we lay together for him to regain some
more strength for I knew that I would have him once more before
sleeping. We lay there and we talked.

     `I've been giving some thought to what you said last night about the
library. Inside of three years, William will be five years old. Have you
given any thought to his schooling?'

     `Not as yet,' I answered him.

     `School or a tutor?'

     `As I said, I've not given it any thought as yet.'

     `Well I have. What if I was to find you a tutor? Someone who could
make a start at taking on with what Alexander didn't finish in the
cataloguing of the library. Then, when William is old enough, become his
tutor?'

     `Hmm, it bears thinking about,' I said sleepily. `Were you thinking of
just William, or me too!'

     `Both,' he said with a grin. `I still have many contacts in the field
of academia who might be able to give me some names of people that might
fit the bill.' I licked my lips as I looked up into his face and saw that
he was serious..

     `Not an old beaded professor? To keep me for yourself when I or you
get the urge?' I said with a grin in my voice and on my face.

     `You've always got the urge,' he said, smiling again. `Especially with
what you have got now,' looking down his chest to see that he was once more
erect and throbbing in my hand. I leaned my head up and kissed him before
moving down the bed, not letting go of his upright cock before kissing the
head and taking it into my mouth, sucking and chewing on him till he came,
filling me with his seed once again, but for me to taste and swallow this
time. He was right. I always had the urge for a rampant cock, be it in the
mouth or up inside me, spilling its seed and giving me an orgasm.

     He gave me two of these in the morning, the first being when he went
down on me to lick, chew and suck on me till I came, and then fucking me to
give me the second one. I left his bed and room crying after this last fuck
not knowing when would be the next time that I would have a man's cock
pleasure me again.

     I was fully composed for breakfast where they all had their last meal
and shortly after, I shook all the hands and got a chaste kiss on the cheek
from Malcolm and waved them all off from the steps of the Hall. They all
thanked me for a wonderful stay, the company and the food and...well you
know what!

                                                           *

     How empty the Hall was after they'd gone, leaving me once again on my
own. I then threw myself into the affairs of the estate, even going to the
length of trying to repaint the dog cart. What a mess I made of that! I got
more paint over me and the stable yard than went on the damn thing and
finished up throwing my brush down and telling Norman to get someone else
in to do a proper job of it. I think the farm hands all had a good laugh at
my efforts for I realised that the only brush I could handle was that what
was surrounding a man's prick, in the flaccid state or fully erect.

                                                           *

     A month later, I got a call from Malcolm asking me if I would like to
attend a ball with him.

     `Yours or somebody else's?' I asked with a laugh. He gave out a
chuckle.

     `Somebody else's. I've been invited, with guest, to a ball being given
by Prince Rupert of...'

     `The Prince Rupert?' I interrupted him, knowing of whom he spoke. The
second son of King Frederick.

     `The very same,' he replied.

     `I didn't know you knew him?' I said.

     `I've met him quite a few times. I do a lot of business with his
country. Anyway, I've received this invite and thought of you. He's still
single and as I'm not...'

     `The marrying kind,' I finished for him. `So you're setting yourself
up as a marriage broker, is that it?'

     `Not exactly, but he is still single. And unmarried,' he
finished. `His elder brother is not a well man, and who knows, Prince
Rupert could be the next king.'

     `You conniving son of...'

     `Now, now Magenta. No names no pack drill,' he said, and I could hear
the smile in his voice. `Besides, you might like him. Look, the ball is for
next Wednesday so I've booked you into the Savoy hotel for three nights
from Tuesday. Please come.'

     I couldn't help but laugh and agreed, knowing that we would be
together on the Tuesday night, at least.

                                                           *

     Over the weekend, I set up things with Stanford in regard to the Hall
and Doris with the children. Arnold was on standby to drive me to London
first thing on the Tuesday morning.

     This duly came round and I was driven down to the Savoy hotel where I
checked in and then went out shopping. Straight to the most fashionable
shop in London and bought a most fabulous ball gown for the following
night's ball.

     As I expected when I returned to the hotel after my shopping
expedition, a message had been left for me to ring Malcolm at his office.

     `Welcome back to London Magenta,' he said when he knew who was on the
line. `The lights of the city will be shining brighter now that you are
here again.'

     `Bull shit Malcolm, but I like the sentiment,' I laughed.

     `Can you be ready for seven o'clock? There's an empty box at the Opera
House just waiting to be filled,' he said.

     `I know of another box that needs filling,' I said with a laugh.

     `We'll see about that one after dinner. Do I need a ticket?'

     `No. Entry is free tonight.'

     `Done.'

     `No. I will be,' I said with another laugh. `I'll be ready and waiting
for you at seven.' With that, I put down the phone having an hour and a
half for a lovely bath and make myself presentable and very desirable.

     I was ready at the appointed time and went off with Malcolm to see
Mascagni's Cavalleria Rusticana which was magnificent, even though I
couldn't follow the story, the music was just magic. After which, it was
off to a wonderful dinner at Romano's that was absolutely superb. Being
greeted by the maitre d' with a big smile and presented with a red rose
before being escorted to our table. Candle lit, champagne and a wonderful
man sitting opposite me that would later that night be in bed with me.

     Malcolm wasn't presented with a bill for our dinner, so I assumed that
he was a favoured customer and was paid by his firm somehow. They even had
a taxi waiting for us when we left and we were soon dropped off at the
Savoy hotel. I noticed that he got some nods from the staff and wondered if
he escorted many other women into this establishment.

     Champagne had already been placed in my room, and it was to this that
Malcolm went straight to and opened the bubbly wine and poured out two
glasses. He laughed when I wrinkled my nose at the first sip, the joke
being that the bubbles always tickled and almost made me sneeze.

     He smiled when I put down my glass and began to push the straps off of
my shoulders. It got bigger when I revealed my breasts, the nipples already
up hard and erect as was what I could see inside his trousers. As my dress
slithered to the floor, it revealed that I wasn't wearing any panties, just
my suspender belt and stockings.

     He quickly moved forward, dropping his glass to take me into his arms
and crush me to his chest, burying his head into my neck as he kissed me
there. My nipples rasped against his shirt front as his hand ran down my
bare back and squeezed the left cheek of my bum.

     `Oh Malcolm,' I said, with my head thrown back as he held me tight to
his body, feeling his erection hard up against my groin. `Take me to bed
now Malcolm, and make love to me.'

     His clothed were off in a flash and he pushed me back towards the bed
until I fell over onto my back and he moved in between my open legs and
began to use his tongue. By God he was getting better at cunnilingus as his
tongue moved between my lips and rasped my clitoris before delving into my
vagina. The fire was building up inside me as his head bobbed between my
thighs and I felt myself wanting his hardness inside me as I orgasmed and
tugged at his ears.

     `Now Malcolm, now,' I gasped, pulling him at me. `Fuck me now!'  Over
my tits, I saw his head come up, his mouth wide in a grin, his lips shining
with my juices, which he smeared on my stomach as he came across me and I
thrilled at feeling his erection begin to slide up into me. I gurgled with
delight as his body came down onto mine, his cock throbbing like mad inside
as he filled me with what I wanted most in this world; a hard cock up
inside me.

      His hands came up underneath my shoulders as he began to hump me
across the bed, his cock actually lifting my backside up from the bed cover
as he kept ploughing into me and I gave out a scream as I had my second
orgasm. He kept heaving himself into me for at least another minute before
his body stiffened and felt him start sending his sperm up into me.

     He'd come up from being on his elbows and now had his arms rigid, his
hands alongside my chest as just his hips moved in his thrusting motions. I
could see the sweat on his forehead and had a huge smile on his face as he
was coming inside me, coating the insides with his life giving essence.

     I nearly spoke the words that was in my mind, almost saying that I
loved him, but bit the words back for though it was true, I did love this
man that was fucking me, I didn't want to spoil the relationship that we
had built up between us. Instead, I just gripped his upper arms tighter and
only let go when he slumped forward onto me, his chest squashing my breasts
as he fell down upon them. My arms then slipped round his shoulders as his
body gave out one last shiver, making his cock swell that little bit more
as the last of his coming came into me.

     `God, it gets better every time with you Magenta,' he breathed out
when he'd got his breath back.

     `I can say the same about you,' I panted, `and I swear that you're
also getting bigger in that department,' and used my vaginal muscles to
give his still pulsating cock a tight squeeze.

     He then kissed me for a couple of minutes before easing his upper body
off of me and began to pull out, that horrible moment when you begin to
lose what had just given you the most utmost pleasure.

     In spite of that, as soon as he was out and had rolled over onto his
back, I was up and moved down the bed to take hold of his wet and shining
cock, still up hard and took the head into my mouth to suck and enjoy what
little semen was still inside. He gave out a groan at my ministrations to
his erection that was now beginning to subside a little and when I let go
of it, he pulled me up onto him and kissed me again.

     `As much as I love being with you Magenta, I'm afraid I've got to
leave. What with the ball tomorrow night, I must make sure that all that I
have to do is done before then,' he said, releasing me and getting up off
the bed. I couldn't keep the petulant look off my face as he began to get
dressed and teased him somewhat by stroking one of my breasts.

     `You look, lying there like that, a...'

     `Wanton?' I finished for him, giving him a smile.

     `No. I was going to say, like a queen!'

     With his coat finally on, he came over and kissed the nipple of the
breast I offered him before giving me a kiss on the lips. `Just be as
lovely as you normally are tomorrow night when I come and collect you.'
With that he left me alone and I heaved a big sigh knowing that I would be
sleeping alone this night.

                                                           *

        I'd had a lovely long bath and smelling oh so sweet, had got
dressed in my new ball gown, rather low cut and showing a lot of
décolletage and with my hair brushed and brushed till it positively
shone. To top this off, I was wearing the tiara heirloom of the Bentley
family and felt like a million dollars as I surveyed how I looked in the
full length mirror in the bathroom.

     I heard the knock at the bedroom door and called out for whoever it
was to enter, the door being unlocked and as I came out of the bathroom,
Malcolm entered and came to a stop as he looked at me.

     `Magenta! You look absolutely stunning!' and quickly moved forward to
take me in his arms and kiss my cheek.

     `Thank you sir,' I said, blushing and dropping him a curtsey.

     `That tiara really highlights the colour of your hair, and guessed
that you would choose a gown that would simply crave for some small thing
to be adorned round your lovely throat and neck,' he said as he handed me a
small flat box. `So I bought this which I think will be to your liking.'

     I took the box from him, knowing it was one such box that you would
get from a jeweller and opened it. I gave out a gasp for the box contained
a beautiful necklace that had a ruby set into the pendant.

     `Oh Malcolm,' I breathed out. `It's gorgeous.'

     `Let's see if it equals your own beauty,' he said, talking the
necklace out of the box and made me turn round, me sweeping my hair up from
my neck and let him clip the necklace at the back. My hand went up to
stroke the ruby pendant and when it was fixed, turned round and gave
Malcolm a lovely big kiss.

     `Thank you,' I said as I went and looked into the mirror by the door
and saw just how lovely it looked halfway between my chin and the neckline
of my gown. It sparkled and gave off flashes of light and was an almost
matching colour to my hair. `It really is magnificent Malcolm,' I said,
turning round and giving him another kiss.

     `Now you really are looking like a queen,' he said as he put my wrap
over my shoulders and it's time we left for you to meet the prince at the
ball, Cinderella,' he finished. I poked my tongue out at him at the last
word, but smiled and took his arm as we left my room.

                                                           *

     I hadn't taken any notice of where we were going, and I still don't
know where the ball was held, but we arrived at the mansion wherever it was
and we were soon inside.

     My wrap and Malcolm's cloak were taken by a flunkey and we followed
the beckoning hand of another and found that we had a couple of steps to
walk down into what was obviously the ballroom. A major domo of sorts took
Malcolm's and my name and then called them out quite loudly to those guests
already there.

     `Sir Malcolm Falconer and the Countess of Lark, Lady Bentley,' and
after being announced, we walked down those few steps and began to mix with
other people that Malcolm knew. I got many admiring glances from the men
and it looked like envious ones from the women. We had been there about ten
minutes before there was a sudden cessation of talk and the major domo was
heard to call out.

     `My Lords, Ladies and gentlemen, please attend to His Royal Highness,
Prince Rupert!' There, at the top of the steps was the Prince, his aide
just a step behind him as he came down into the ballroom. Those of us
already there, all collected onto one side and waited in a line as the
Prince walked down, stopping here and there to say a few words to some of
the people, the men giving him a bow and the ladies, a curtsey.

     Malcolm was holding my hand as we stood there and I'm sure he felt me
trembling for he gave my hand a squeeze as the prince came in front of us.

     `Sir Malcolm,' I heard him say as I was then doing a curtsey. `It's
nice to meet you again. Pray tell me who this gorgeous creature is that is
with you?'

     I straightened up and looked into the shining eyes of the Prince as he
looked at me, a nice smile on his handsome face.

     `You're Highness, let me introduce Lady Magenta, the Countess of
Lark.' The Prince put out his hand and I automatically put mine out too and
he took it and raised it up to his mouth and brushed the back with his
lips.

     `Entrancing. Your hair is truly magnificent my dear,' he said, his
voice low and quite melodic.

     `Thank you sire,' I said, curtseying again, giving him a good look
down the front of my low cut gown. His eyes were really shining when I rose
up and looked at him, seeing the smile that was for me alone.

     `Magenta. You don't mind me calling you by your given name?' he asked,
and I bowed my head in assent. `Magenta. Would you do me the honour of
being my partner for the first dance of this ball?'

     `Your wish is my command sire. I would be most delighted,' I replied,
feeling my face flush at this, and he then passed on to carry on down the
line.

     `You've made a conquest there,' Malcolm said in a whisper out of the
corner of his mouth.

     `It was the pendant that you gave me that attracted his attention,' I
answered him.

     `Bollocks,' he smiled. `You showed him enough tit that would arouse
any man.' This made me blush again as he took my arm and led me off into a
side room that was nearly as big as the ballroom where tables were laid out
and a buffet set up at one end. Here, Malcolm sat me down at one table,
asking me what I wanted to eat and answered that I would leave it up to
him. A waiter came and offered me a glass of champagne which I took and
then nearly choked on the first sip as Prince Rupert stopped next to me and
asked if it was convenient if he would be allowed to sit down at the
table. I had started to rise, managing to keep the mouthful of champagne
there as I nodded, his hand coming onto my shoulder to stop me getting up.

     He said something to his equerry as he pulled out the chair and sat
down next to me. I'm sure my face was quite red as I could see other people
looking over to see just where he had chosen to sit.

     Malcolm came back with two plates and put one down in front of me and
the other down on the opposite side of where the Prince was sitting.

    `May I get you something from the buffet Your Highness?' he said, not
sitting down.

    `No Sir Malcolm, thank you. My equerry is seeing to me. Please sit down
and do not keep being so formal. This is supposed to be something like a
party, so please behave in that manner.' I couldn't quite catch what his
reply was but he sat down as the equerry brought a plate for the Prince and
then sat down with his on the other side of the man.

     Now we were sitting at a table that could have sat six, but nobody
dared come and take advantage of the two empty seats and so it was just the
four of us that ate the small plates of buffet that was before us. I took a
gulp of my champagne and, can you believe it, I took some of the bubbles up
into my nose and it made me sneeze.

     I was mortified and quickly stuffed my napkin up to my nose as my back
was patted by the Prince.

     `Don't breathe through your nose when you sip from the glass,' he
said. Shades of what Malcolm had told me when I drank my first glass of
champagne with him, but the Prince's hand stayed, and from patting my bare
back, was now stroking it. I tried to ignore it but still couldn't stop the
butterflies from causing havoc to the insides of my stomach.

     I cannot for the life of me remember what Malcolm had brought for me
to eat, but I soon had an empty plate and it wasn't long before the Prince
had finished his and on hearing the orchestra playing in the ballroom, he
stood up and held out his hand to me.

     I felt very flustered at this gesture but had been like this all
through that small meal, and I quickly dabbed my lips with my napkin and
stood up and put my hand into his. My face felt red and I'm sure it was
plain for everybody to see as I was led out of this dining section and out
into the ballroom.

     The floor was empty and we were the first to move out and he began to
take me round it in a waltz. I went automatically into his rhythm with him
leading, occasionally he pulled me close into his body as he whirled me
round and yet apart from feeling his lower body brushing mine, I noticed
that others had now come out and were dancing too.

    It was only on the third time that his body came up to mine did I feel
that he had an erection inside of his trousers. God, my insides then turned
into jelly. Here I was, in the arms of a Prince and the mere contact of our
bodies had cause a sexual reaction from him. I felt myself flush and those
butterflies inside me became virulent moths, his prick being the candle
which was drawing them ever closer to being burnt.

     I was glad when the dance finished and he then led me to one of the
small tables that were on the outside of the dance floor. I took the
proffered glass of champagne that was offered to me by a waiter and gulped
half of it down as I tried to regain my breath as Malcolm sat down beside
me.

    `I think you've made a great hit with the Prince,' he said, also taking
a glass from the hovering waiter.

     `Nonsense,' I said, finishing the glass and then being given another
one by the same waiter, feeling quite flushed and tried to quell the sexual
feeling that had come upon me from feeling the hard prick of the Prince
that had briefly pressed against my own groin.

     `Believe me, he's been smitten with the beauty that is before me.' I
shook my head in denial, but felt another sensation run through my body and
knew that I did really want to have what I had felt, up inside me. Prince
or not, he was a man, and had a cock inside his trousers that I wouldn't
say no to have it up inside me.

     We had sat out that following dance and I was a bit surprised that
when I went out onto the floor with Malcolm, I didn't feel him have an
erection like the Prince had had when I had danced with him.

     I really got caught up in the dancing, being taken out onto the floor
by quite a few of the men attending the ball, but noticed that it was the
Prince that took me on the floor when it was always for a waltz, having him
really put his leg between mine on a turn and having him press his groin up
tight to my inner thigh, feeling that he had a hard on each time.

     The evening flew by and when it was announced that the orchestra would
then be playing the last Waltz, it was my hand that the Prince reached for,
and it was here, as we danced, his groin pressing close up to mine that he
said that he wished to see me home. I couldn't help but feel his hard cock
through his trousers and I knew that I wanted what had been teasing me with
every dance that we had had and agreed to this.

     I was quite flushed when we returned to our table and Malcolm bowed to
the Prince when he was asked if he didn't mind if he escorted me home. It
was his acquiescence to this request from the Prince that suddenly brought
the thought to my mind that Malcolm had actually set me up for this. I
might have been wrong but on later talking to Malcolm, that is exactly what
he had done.

                                                             *