by Alison Shaw
The Earl and the Governess
By Alison Shaw
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2013 Alison Shaw
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Contents
1. The Earl's Morning Glory
2. The Earl's Second Coming
3. The Earl's Frustration
4. The Earl Falls Hard
5. The Governess is Hired
6. The Earl Begins the Hunt
7. The Governess is Surprised
8. The Earl's Shame
9. The Governess is Determined
10. The Earl's Restraint
11. The Governess Struggles
12. The Earl's Remedy
13. The Governess Swoons
14. The Earl is Surprised
15. The Earl's New Mistress
16. The Earl Reaches his Limit
17. The Earl Requires Assistance
18. The Earl's Seduction
19. The Governess Succumbs
20. The Governess Regrets
21. The Earl Returns
22. The Earl Loses his Composure
23. The Governess is Overcome
24. The Earl is Blackmailed
25. The Governess is Almost Found Out
26. The Governess is Rescued
27. The Earl is Caught
28. The Governess is Serviced
29. The Earl is Trapped
30. The Earl’s Eyes are Opened
31. The Earl’s Wedding Day
32. The Governess has Secrets
33. The Earl Leaves
Chapter 1
The Earl's Morning Glory
In which a wicked regency rake has his way with the upstairs maid.
Rafe's prick leapt as the girl's tongue flicked out and licked the smooth head. Hurriedly grabbing a handful of her thick blonde hair, he pulled it away from her face so he could see her mouth close around his wide shaft.
Normally, after a night's gambling, Rafe Gaines Fairburn, The Earl of Langham liked to shove his meaty cock into his manservant’s tight arse and gain quick release by feeling his sphincter grip his length, but this morning he fancied a change and by luck he had stumbled on his uncle's curvaceous maid laying the fire. Her blue eyes had widened when he had pulled out his cock. It had been a struggle to get it out he had been so hard, and when he had finally tugged his huge prick out of the opening of his breeches and stood stroking it for her inspection, she had given a little gasp and her hand had covered her mouth in an exaggerated way that had made him grow even larger.
“That is the biggest cock I have ever seen,” she said in a delightful West Country accent, her cheeks blushing pink.
“Would you like to lick it?” he asked, as he ran his thumb over the swollen head already oozing with a drop of pre cum under her amazed stare.
She didn’t wait for an answer, she just dropped the coal shovel she still held in her hand and shuffled towards him on her knees. Damn, he loved these country girls; cock loving sluts, every one of them!
He stood with his hands on his hips, his prick sticking out of his breeches at a sharp angle as she knelt below him and stared. Her hand came up and one finger uncurled and lightly touched his painfully swollen head. His whole cock bounced and she giggled.
“It is so hard,” she sighed and touched the bead of moisture that leaked from the slit, making him groan.
“That’s enough,” he growled roughly. “Lick me now.”
She opened her red rose bud of a mouth and closed it around the head of his cock, making him jerk with the sudden overwhelming heat. Grabbing her head he pulled her off and gasped, “Just a minute there!” then he sank back into the chair behind him and undoing the waistband of his breeches tugged them down slightly to release his aching balls. He beckoned her closer and expertly unpinned her hair so it fell in golden sheaves over her shoulders. For a moment he imagined her as a maid in the fields and he as her randy village swain, just desperate to take her virginity after weeks of begging. He ran his finger along her full bottom lip and she sucked it into her mouth making him moan and his prick swell and his balls tighten. He could feel his cum churning. He was just about ready to shoot his load and she had barely touched him.
He guided her head down to his cock and she obligingly licked his full length, making hungry little noises as she wetly laved his shaft with the whole surface of her tongue. The sensation was excruciatingly good, and when she kept going all the way down to his balls he had to squeeze his eyes shut and press his arse cheeks together to stop himself from releasing the cum already starting to rise. As she wetly tongued his balls and sucked them into her mouth he looked down to see his prick rising massive and thick against his belly above her pretty blushing face and he wrapped his fist around it and growled, “Suck it into your mouth now. I want you to swallow all my cum.”
She was good at following orders this one. She immediately wrapped her lips around his weeping head and slipped his full shaft into her hot wet mouth, easing in his vast thickness all the way to the back of her throat. He thrust his hips until he was in further and gripping the back of her head pulled her onto him until he could feel his sensitive tip touch the back of her throat. He gave an ecstatic grunt and then slowly pulled out again so she could take a gasping breath. Cum was already leaking out of him and he rubbed the cream over her lips before thrusting back into her mouth with a deep groan. His fingers grabbed handfuls of her hair as his hips pumped into her, his balls rubbed against her chin, her mouth stretched to capacity around the thick base of his cock. He gave one last rolling surge and his balls leapt and burst, rivers of boiling cum shooting up through his cock and down her throat.
“Fuck!” he yelled loudly as he pumped and pumped into her, his cock leaping in her mouth, squeezing out every last drop, his whole body shaking.
When he finally pulled out, a drip of thick cum escaped from her mouth and trailed down her chin. Her tongue flicked out and caught it as if it was ice cream and she grinned at him.
He sat in the chair caressing his still hard cock, his brain foggy with sated pleasure as she pinned her hair back in place. Just as she was about to bend down and retrieve the fire making implements he reached out and grabbed her skirts. “Is your quim wet?” he asked.
“Oh yes sir,” she replied.
Shoving his hand under her skirt and pulling her closer, he tugged at her under drawers. She opened her legs to give him better access and he discovered with delight that she was right. She was indeed wet. Her lips were sodden with her juices and swollen with arousal. His fingers slipped in easily and he found her bud, huge and distended. She gasped and twitched as he pinched it. “Sir!” she pleaded as he rubbed her, his other hand going round her hips as her legs started
to give way. Then he roughly sank two fingers into her quim, which pulsed deliciously and leaked cream that ran onto his hand. “Oh Sir!” she cried desperately.
He was rock hard now, and all he had to do to achieve another release, was drag her onto his cock and pound into her tight cunt. But sometimes he was a fan of anticipation and this time he was going to make himself wait for it.
He pulled his hand out of her slippery quim and dramatically licked her juices from his fingers. She stared down at him, her little rose bud mouth open.
“Tomorrow morning,” he slurred. “I will be here again. And if you are a good girl, I might fuck you.”
He stood up and pushed his rigid prick back into his breeches. As he slowly did up the buttons he added, “If you are a really good girl, I will fuck you until I run out of cum.” And then with some difficulty, he stalked out of the room.
Chapter 2
The Earl's Second Coming
In which our randy rake delivers on what he promised.
The Earl of Langham sat in a chair lazily watching his uncle’s maid laying the fire once again. There was a spectacular view of dawn just breaking over rolling hills through the window to his left, but he preferred the view of the maid’s tiny waist and big arse sticking up in the air as she knelt down on all fours to rake out the ashes.
He stretched his long legs in front of him and unhurriedly pulled at the buttons on his crotch to release his hard cock. It sprung out eagerly, thick and engorged and already weeping pre cum from its slippery head. He had been half hard all night, stroking himself under the card table. At one point, he even slipped his hand in his breeches and thumbed his knob, so fucking desperate for it he had a hard time concentrating on his game. It would have been easy enough to sneak off into the gardens and whack one out, shoot his big load into a rosebush. It was not the first time he had felt the need to do that in order to sharpen his mind. In fact, the way some of the ladies had been looking at him tonight it probably would have been perfectly possible to take one of them off to the conservatory, and shoot his churning cum into one of their well bred quims. That shapely widow, Mrs Rawlings was particularly keen. But no, since this morning he had been looking forward to stroking the maid’s plebeian pussy. There was something about her rosy cheeks and thick blonde hair and West Country accent that made him harder than hard. He wanted a country cunt, he thought to himself and laughed.
The maid looked round and saw he had his huge cock in his fist. Her eyes widened in the gratifying way they had done the previous morning, and this time she actually licked her lips.
“You finish the fire while I stroke my cock,” he said.
She went back to work but she arched her back a little and swayed her hips, making his mouth water as he fantasised about how and where he was going to ram it. Surely she was no virgin? God, he hoped not. Virgins were well and good when you were up for a challenge but this morning he needed a quick and willing fuck. And would she let him roger her up the arse? That would be a capital way to start the day. He loved the tight fit of an unpractised sphincter more than anything.
She had a fire roaring in no time and was standing grinning at him, her weighty tits bouncing above her corset. How the menservants got any work done with her around, he had no idea; their pricks must be permanently at attention. She had such a naughty look on her face, he wanted to shove his hungry phallus up her immediately and with no preamble.
“Come here,” he growled, and the minute she was in grabbing distance he reached up and pulled her bodice down revealing deliciously plump nipples, the areolas obscenely large and distended. His mouth immediately closed round one, sucking and biting and tonguing it like a man who hadn’t eaten in days. She writhed in his hands and pressed his head closer to her and made very unladylike suggestions as he sucked on her, his cock twitching and weeping with desperation.
Then suddenly he tore his mouth from her glorious tits and grabbing her by the waist spun her around. “Bend over,” he said as he pushed her head downwards, grabbed her skirts and threw them over her head to reveal a buck-naked peachy round arse. She had not worn under garments this morning.
“You are a very very good girl,” he murmured in a rough voice, staring at the perfect globes of flesh in front of him. “And do you know what good girls get?”
She did not answer; instead she eagerly opened her legs to reveal a succulent hairy quim. He growled deep in his throat, and quickly taking his huge cock in his fist he rubbed the slick head against her, so their juices mingled.
“Good girls get fucked,” he said, so far gone now, he could barely speak. “They get fucked hard.” And then with a single furious thrust of his hips he drove his cock into her, watching every inch of it sinking into her tight entrance until he was bollocks deep, and she cried out, with pain or pleasure he hardly cared. All he cared about was the wet heat wrapped round his shaft and the slap of his tight balls against her fleshy lips. His cock was so thick he was stretching her wide and he pulled her arse cheeks apart to watch, as he eased out and with a grunt rammed back into her. It was a fantastic sight, that had his cum beginning to shoot up his cock already but he just about managed to hold it back in time to reach forward and flick at her little nubbin with his two fingers. She shrieked to wake the dead and as he felt her quim start to squeeze around him in a vice like grip, he hammered into her with abandon, once, twice, three times, until with a high pitched wail she came round his cock and his own cum shot out of him so violently he filled her to the brim and when he pulled out, thick wads of it spilled out of her and ran down her legs. When he gave his cock a last squeeze, cum still leaked out of him as if he had a never-ending supply.
And he still wanted to fuck her in the arse, so he used some of the cum to lubricate his finger and toy with her tight rim as she stood on trembling legs.
“Has anyone ever had you here?” he asked, not giving her time to come round. He did not even bother waiting for a reply; he just bent down and ran his tongue around the puckered rim, smiling as she gave a shocked gasp. The taste of his own cum was an interesting experience, he thought, as he flicked his tongue around her tight opening and pressed it inside. His fingers trailed through her slippery, cum drenched lips as his tongue pressed into her arse and from the little sighs and gasps above he suspected she was enjoying it, so he drew away and sat back in the chair and pulling her on top of him, pressed his cock against her hole.
“If we take this nice and slow, it will be worth it. You’ll see.”
The head of his prick nudged her tight sphincter and it excited him so much he was fully hard again. He eagerly pushed his cock upwards, as he grabbed her waist and pulled her down and he felt the head breach the tight muscles with a delicious pop.
“Oh yes,” he groaned. “That’s it! Take all of me inside your tight little arse.”
From the lack of protest he had a feeling she had done this before and especially when once he had breached her, she just sank down onto him so he was fully encased by her hot tight anus and he closed his eyes and shook with the ecstasy of it.
“Fucking hell,” he said, profanity being absolutely necessary at that moment. He grabbed hold of her waist and gripped her tight, dragging her up and down his aching screaming cock until the friction made him boil over and burst again in raging torrents of cum, this time shooting into her bowels.
He sent her back to the downstairs world with his cum oozing out of both her orifices and dripping down her legs, and he would be left with that image for a long time to come.
Chapter 3
The Earl's Frustration
In which our regency rake finds he cannot always have what he wants.
Mrs Rawlings finally captured the Earl of Langham behind a large rhododendron bush, her ample bosom heaving with the exertion of pursuing him, beads of sweat glistening on her buttery flesh. Despite his annoyance Rafe's eyes were drawn to where her dusky nipples were visible, bursting from the obscenely low cut bodice. These French fashions were becoming qui
te risqué of late and who was he to complain? His prick certainly wasn't. It rose fast and thick in his breeches, unaware of the dangers a lusty middle-aged woman presented to its master.
He had been on his way to the lake, for a much-anticipated assignation when he had spied the well-upholstered widow positively barrelling down the path in his direction, calling out his name in her strident voice. He had had very little sleep that morning, thanks to a night at the card tables followed by a morning of shoving his cock up one of the maids, so he had been pretty damned determined to evade this particular harpy. But she had been even more determined and here he was, trapped and reluctantly aroused behind an oversized shrub.
“Rafe,” she growled in her most sultry voice, which made her sound as if she had swallowed a bee. “Have you been avoiding me, you naughty boy?” Her tits jiggled as she spoke; dislodging her nipples further and exciting his unruly cock all the more. “We had such a jolly time in Bath,” she purred, leaning closer to him and deliberately pursing her fleshy painted lips to remind him, no doubt of how she had looked with her legs spread and her cunt open to his gaze. His cock gave a little leap of glee and he gritted his teeth. “Wouldn't you like to repeat the performance?”
“Well, Jocasta,” he said, keeping his voice as cool as possible. “That would indeed be most pleasant, but unfortunately I am otherwise engaged. I have an appointment that I simply must keep.”
She pouted in what she probably thought was a girlish way, and gave a pointed look at his bulging crotch. “What a shame, for I am sure I could help you with that unfortunate affliction you seem to be suffering,” and her little pink tongue flicked out and licked along her top lip.
