"Perhaps you would like to be here every evening" replied Randall with a boldness possibly brought on by the sweet scent which poured from the woman's body.
"Why, I do not understand what you mean."
"I mean to say, Orla, that my mother and father wish for me to choose the woman who will become my bride tonight. This party has been organised in order for me to find the next Duchess. My Duchess."
Orla was speechless. She had never before imagined herself becoming the wife of any Duke or any other member of the royal family, for that matter, and now the man who would one day be crowned the Duke of Albany was asking her to become his wife. Not only would he one day become a Duke, but he was also an extremely attractive young man. He had a face void of pimples and all other imperfections and his body was strong and firm. His arms were so powerful that by simply wrapping them around her, he had invoked a wild sexual desire inside the young woman.
"Randall" she began, a little flustered, "there is nothing I want more than to be your bride." She turned to face him and took his face in her hands before pulling him closer to her and kissing him. Already excited, Orla did not waste time by delivering but a short peck to her fiancée. Her kiss was intense and unrelenting, with much tongue and saliva. Randall dropped his hands from her waist to her rear and pulled her closer to him. Now that they were facing each other, Orla could feel the bulge in Randall's trousers pressing up against her midsection. The thought that she had caused such a thing excited her all the more and her kiss grew even more intense than before. With both the man and woman already willing to surrender their bodies it is likely that the encounter would have progressed far beyond a kiss. However, the newly engaged couple was interrupted by the brittle voice of Berta.
"Excuse me" she said sheepishly as she slowly pushed past the young lovers. "I do not mean to disturb you but the Duke has asked that all empty cups be taken to the kitchen and washed." Keeping her head low, Berta gathered the empty glass. which Orla had brought outside, and retreated back inside with a tear in her eye. Seeing Randall with another woman affected her more than she had anticipated. Though she had convinced herself that she wanted the future Duke of Albany to find a woman who could meet the high standards his social circle would demand, she was now beginning to regret ever having let him go. Hunched over from the stress brought on by her tireless work and romantic issues, Berta carried the single cup to the kitchen and shut the door behind her. Back out on the porch, Randall and Orla were alone once again and free to continue their embrace, but the young man did not feel much like kissing or hugging.
"Why, what is the matter?" Orla asked her lover when he turned his face away from her kiss.
"The maid" he grumbled before trailing off with an inaudible explanation.
"The maid?"
"The maid caught us in the act of sharing a kiss. We were becoming quite intense." Orla scoffed and spat on the ground before using her foot to grind the salvia into the stone of the porch.
"What does it matter if the maid caught us in a passionate embrace?" she asked, her voice a mixture of anger, confusion and disgust. "She is beneath us." Orla continued, "We are her superiors."
"Pardon me?" said Randall, he was surprised to hear the contempt with which she spoke of Berta.
"My love, you and I are set to be the Duke and Duchess of Albany someday soon, it is not our duty to cease our activities if a member of the help should interrupt."
"But Orla, the act of sharing a kiss is a special moment between two people which should be kept private."
"Yes it is" she agreed, "it is an act which should be kept private and not shared with other people. That is why it is not necessary to stop if a maid should enter. She is a maid, not a person."
Randall was so shocked upon hearing these words come out of the mouth of Orla that he briefly considered the possibility that he had cleaned his ears improperly and had somehow damaged his hearing. How could a girl as sweet and as beautiful as the daughter of Herbert Harris hold so much hatred and disdain for the working class?
"Orla..." he began, not certain of what he would say next. "I do not understand what you are saying. Where have you developed these opinions?"
"It is common knowledge that maids and butlers and gardeners and all others who tend to the needs of royalty are not to be thought of as contemporaries. They are beneath us. Furthermore, that maid should not have interrupted us. She could clearly see that we were in the middle of a private moment and she should have left us alone. I believe that the termination of her duties here at the manor shall be my first act upon becoming Duchess."
Randall said not another word. He had been stunned into silence by Orla's proclamations. He knew that there was no way he could make a bride of this woman. She had clearly already gone mad with power and it was only an extremely irresponsible man who would make her Duchess and allow her to spread her insanity driven, class based hatred across the Untied Kingdom. Orla took her fiancée’s silence to mean that he shared her beliefs about the lower classes and had no reason to argue with her. Wishing to resume their passionate exchange, she took his face in her hands once again and made an attempt to deliver a kiss to his lips. Randall turned away a second time and shoved his hands into his pockets; with a kick of a pebble, he began to walk away from the woman whom he had proposed to just moments before.
"Randall?" she called after him, despite the fact he was not so far away that she had to raise her voice. "What is the matter? What is wrong?" Randall turned around and began to return to her, he knew he had to teach her a lesson for her incredibly bigoted views and he could not do that by walking away from her.
"What is wrong, you foolish girl is your ancient opinion about the working class. I do not know why you believe you can assert dominance over those who have less riches than you, but I assure you it is not a belief which well get you far in life."
"Randall..." she began, now it was her turn to be stunned into a loss for words. "Surely you are joking. I must be the victim of some sort of comical farce designed to tease me before you welcome me into your family."
"Good Lord, if you believe that I am making a friendly joke, I fear that you have lost all connection with reality. I’ll have you know, Orla, that I am the son of a Duke and I am considerably wealthier than you. Yet I do not treat you as a lower form of life. I treat you as a friend because you are a human being, or at least, I believed you to be a human being. However, your treatment of the maid has convinced me that you are not a human being. No, you are an animal."
"How can you speak to me like that?" she squealed. "I am to be your wife! I shall not be in a marriage where I am spoken to in such a way."
"Oh, my dear." said Randall, "There is going to be no marriage between you and I." With this, he walked away, leaving Orla unable to understand how somebody had dared to speak to her in such a way. Randall re-entered the manor and shut the door, locking it behind him so Orla would not have to come inside and be bothered by that pesky lower class maid.
Chapter Six
Back inside the manor, the party was still alive and the sound of the increasingly drunken guests poured into the hallway. The door to the dining was wide open and some of the more observant partygoers called out for Randall to join them as he passed the room. However, the young man had no interest in returning to the party, which was being held in his honour. He just kept walking with his eyes focused on the door to the kitchen, which was located at the end of the hall. Once he reached the door, he paused to search for the courage to push it open and enter the room. He knew that the one true love of his life was waiting on the other side of the door and he could not afford to mess it up. Then, just as Randall was about to reach for the handle, it began to turn and the door was opened from the other side, bumping against him and knocking him backwards.
"Oh no" came the voice of Berta as she entered the hallway, "I am so sorry."
"Berta" he said excitedly.
"I am so sorry, I did not mean to bump into you like that."
"It doesn't matter, I assure you." Randall spoke quite fast for he knew he had to speak to the maid while he still had the courage necessary to win her back. He took the maid by the hand and told her "Come with me" before pulling her into the kitchen and shutting the door.
The kitchen was dark, the curtains had been pulled and only one candle had been lit. By the basin sat a number of unwashed cups and dishes, including the cup Berta had retrieved from outside. The mess was due to the tears Berta had been crying, which made it rather difficult to clean anything, despite the copious amounts of water streaming from her face.
"Randall, I am needed in the dining room" said the maid, insisting that she did not have a minute to spare.
"Berta, I love you."
"No, you cannot. You must love another."
"I love you."
"What about your lady friend I saw you with outside?"
"She is no lady, she is an insensitive beast."
Randall took Berta's face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes. He still felt the same connection with her that he had felt the first day they met and he could still see the look in her eyes, which told him she loved him.
"Berta, I know you love me."
"But you must make a wife of a wealthy girl, somebody who is suited to be the wife of a duke."
"I want to make a wife of you, I love you." Berta felt her resistance crumbling, Randall's eyes were too much to resist. They were so full of colour, so full of life and emotion. They were the same eyes she had looked into a hundred times before and each time she had fallen in love all over again.
Randall leaned in and gave her a short, light kiss before pulling away to await her response. Berta's response was simple. She took Randall's face in her hands and pulled him in for a second kiss. This kiss was longer and more powerful. It was quite similar to the kiss Randall had shared with Orla out on the porch moments before. However, this kiss felt more full, it felt right and it was driven by love rather than lust. He ran his hands through her red hair, freeing it from the confines of the bobbin and allowing it to flow wildly to her shoulders. He pushed her head closer to his as she began to rub his penis through his trousers. She could feel that it was already hard, having been teased by two separate women, and she was as eager as he was to see it released. She began to unbutton Randall's trousers as he dropped his lips from her mouth to her neck, biting her skin and making her moan. Finally, Berta managed to unfasten Randall's trousers and she dropped to her knees to reap the rewards. She took his member in her hand and began to pull the foreskin up and back over its head. He was so hard that it seemed as though he could explode at any moment. He exhaled deeply as he felt his penis enter her mouth and her wonderful lips seal around it. Her warm salvia combined with the swirling of her tongue made the tip of Randall's penis tingle and the beginnings of his orgasm began to leak into her mouth.
Berta removed Randall from her mouth and rose to her feet to kiss him again. Her lips were now dripping with her own saliva and Randall had the strange experience of being able to taste himself in her mouth. Still kissing her, he reached around to her back and began to pull on the string that fastened her uniform and kept her hidden from the world. He smirked when he felt the string come loose and pulled it hard, unfastening the uniform in one motion. He turned her around and slowly removed her uniform, rubbing and kissing back in as he did so. Berta sighed sighs of pleasure and began to twitch with anticipation as Randall lifted her legs one by one to completely rid her of her clothing. Now she stood before him, in white underwear, which was rather racy for the time. It covered her breasts, her stomach and her vagina, but it stopped before her knee, allowing her to flaunt her long, smooth legs. Knowing the young man would be unable to navigate the many hooks and buttons that comprise women’s underwear, Berta began to strip herself while her lover worshipped her legs. He ran his tongue up and down her legs, giving each one plenty of attention to ensure they were both as shiny as possible. Finally, Berta dropped her underwear from her body to the ground next to Randall and giggled when she saw the smile it brought to her face.
Still on his knees before her, Randall rose to her midsection and began to softly run his tongue over her glistening vagina. Shaking with pleasure, she grabbed a handful of Randall's hair to steady herself. However, it soon became too much and she crumbled to the ground in an overload of delight. On the ground, she still clutched Randall's hair tightly and used her leverage to push his tongue deeper into her. She could feel it as it circled over the outside of her vagina before entering for a moment and leaving once again. She trembled on the floor, possessed by pleasure and falling deeper for the man who knew how to control her body so masterfully. Finally, the young lady could take no more and began to beg Randall to enter her with his throbbing penis. He complied and lifted his head from between her legs before gripping her ankles and pulling her closer to him. He placed her feet on his shoulders, elevating her legs and ensuring an incredibly pleasurable session of lovemaking. Berta let out a number of quick, short breaths as she prepared her body for the entrance of the man who would one day be the Duke. For a moment, she used her fingers to pleasure herself, but ceased when she felt his throbbing erection brush off her hand. It was time.
With her feet still resting on either side of his head, Randall slowly pushed the top of his penis inside her body. Berta shut her eyes and exhaled as his member fully entered her, it was thick and long and nearly brought her to orgasm right away. The once quiet kitchen quickly came home to a number of loud and unrelenting noises. The sound of Berta sighing, the sound of Randall moaning, the sound of his body crashing against the body of the maid as he shoved his organ in and out of her. Finally, the song of the couple came to an end and they reached orgasm together, clinging tightly to each other. Exhausted, Berta dropped her legs to the floor and Randall fell forward, coming to a rest on her body.
"Berta" he whispered, "Marry me."
"I will."
The night past, as did the weeks and months and Randall finally found the courage to reveal to his parents the extent of his relationship with the maid of the manor. Though they had their reservations at first, both the Duke and the Duchess had to admit that Berta was a wonderful young woman who would make a great wife for any man. Finally, they gave the marriage their blessing and Randall and Berta were married on the young man's twenty-second birthday. From that day forward, they shared every birthday together, including Berta's thirtieth birthday, when she was finally presented with that chest of drawers.
THE END
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The Maid’s Return
Regency Romance
By: Rosamund Talbot
The Maid’s Return
Chapter One
Veronica had always been aware of her of her husband's extramarital affairs. She knew that he was an extremely passionate man and that it would be totally unreasonable of her to expect him
to love her and her alone. In the fifteen years they had been married, Veronica's husband had been involved a number of steamy and tempestuous romances with a number of steamy and tempestuous women. His lovers included wealthy women who were recently widowed, lonely wives who could no longer stand the emotional distance of their husbands, women of the street, Veronica's friends and, in some cases, her family. Sometimes, though not often, Veronica was bothered by the thought of her husband's infidelities; it pained her, as it would any woman, to think about the man to whom she was married conducting sexual encounters with other women inside their marital home. However, it was a testament to Veronica's self-confidence and open-mindedness that she was generally able to bear the knowledge that she was being cheated on and go about her daily routine without crumbling under the burden of what some would perceive as unrequited love. Perhaps Veronica was not quite as open-minded as she liked to believe herself to be; after all, it was in her best interests to stay married to her husband. He was a wealthy Duke with strong connections to the higher members of the royal family, right up to the Prince Reagent. In fact, he was so close to some of the more valued sharers of the bloodline that he was one of the first people in the United Kingdom to learn about King George being deemed unfit to rule, an insider's tip which he shared with his wife almost immediately. Learning of important events concerning the throne before the rest of the country made Veronica feel privileged, as did the money and esteem which accompanied being the wife of a duke. Not a single one of her husband's lovers got to experience that. With the exception of a handful of money here and there to keep quiet, those whores and potential home wreckers never lived anything close to the life Veronica lived.
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