by Alison Shaw
“I shall remind you again, know your place,” he said coldly.
“My place?” Johnson asked, reaching behind him and closing the door. “My place?” he repeated, stepping towards them. “I think my place is now up for negotiation after what I have just witnessed.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No,” Johnson said. “Just making the most of this unexpected winning hand.” His fingers went to his breeches and started to undo the fold. “Thanks to the two of you, I now have a hard-on that is begging for some attention.”
Rafe watched Johnson pull his heavy cock out of his breeches. It was every bit as magnificent as he remembered. Rafe himself was pretty damn big but Johnson’s shaft was even longer and beautifully shaped, as wide at the tip as at the base. Rafe stared as Johnson pulled back his foreskin and revealed a drop of clear liquid that glistened on his shiny head. Charlotte gripped Rafe’s hand tightly and gasped beside him, her eyes too were fixed on Johnson’s proud display.
Johnson took in their reaction with a wicked grin and then said nonchalantly, “Who’s going to suck me off?”
Even though Rafe’s mouth was watering, he was not sure he was quite ready to reveal his unorthodox proclivities to Charlotte. What was between them had certainly started with rampant lust, but he had lately begun to acknowledge that there might be more to his attraction and he was not prepared to risk losing her. The chance to suck Johnson’s cock again was not worth the risk. However, he had to admit, he would quite like to watch her doing it. He would like that very much.
As ever, his clever valet read his mind, and with the wicked grin still plastered on his face, he said, “You’d like Miss Kemp to get me off wouldn’t you, my Lord?” His hand stroked down his length and spread the drop of pre cum over his darkening head. “You’d like to watch her take my cock in her mouth.”
The man was really out of order now, completely stepping out of the bounds of the servant and master relationship, but this new, assertive Johnson was arousing Rafe considerably. He glanced sideways at Charlotte and saw that her eyes were still fixed on Johnson’s huge cock and her cheeks were flushed. She had not fled the room in horror; in fact she seemed to be having quite the opposite reaction. Then, without warning, she let go of Rafe’s hand, took a couple of steps forward and dropped to her knees.
Johnson gave a delighted laugh. “Oh yes! Take a seat, my Lord. This is going to be good.”
Rafe slumped into the chair just behind him as Charlotte’s small hand closed around Johnson’s thick shaft. He held his breath as her lovely pink lips opened and her tongue flicked out and lapped up the bead of pre cum that had newly oozed out. He could hardly believe this was happening. He had watched Johnson fuck several maids and many a whore. He had even watched his own mistress suck his valet off but to watch Charlotte do this was like a dream come true, especially with her dressed in her prim governess’s gown and knowing her pussy was wet from his ministrations. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his life.
As Charlotte’s agile little tongue ran down Johnson’s full length and his hips pushed forward to encourage her to give him more, Rafe knew he could not merely observe, he was far too hard for that. Quickly pulling down his breeches, he released his throbbing cock to the cool air. It bounced eagerly in front of him, ready for immediate action and Johnson smiled encouragingly at him as Rafe grasped hold of Charlotte’s waist, making her give a delightful little squeal. He pulled her upwards and arranged her on her knees while Johnson also sank downwards so that the clever little minx could continue to tongue and stroke his cock without interruption. Rafe grabbed handfuls of Charlotte’s skirts and threw them upwards until her bare bottom was revealed, then he pushed her knees apart until he had a fine view of her dripping wet pussy. Her thighs were wet with her cream and he groaned at the sight and taking his cock in hand, gave it a firm squeeze.
His hand rested on Charlotte’s luscious backside and he said firmly, “Now Charlotte my darling, when I say so I want you to take Johnson’s cock into your mouth. Take in as much as you can.” He stared at her beckoning pink lips for a moment longer and then said, “Ready?”
She murmured an affirmative and he took his cock and rubbed it against her wet opening, filling her with just the head. Her arse thrust eagerly towards him, but he held her back. He looked up at Johnson, whose eyes were glazed and hand was thrust into Charlotte’s hair
“Now!” Rafe said and as Charlotte sucked Johnson’s cock into her mouth, Rafe thrust into her hot sheaf, ramming it in hard.
“Fuck!” Johnson yelled and gripping Charlotte’s hair with both his hands, he dragged her mouth further onto him, his hips thrusting forward and he growled, “Take our fucking cocks!”
Rafe felt himself swell and harden further at his handsome valet’s obscenities and grabbing Charlotte’s hips with both hands, he lost all sense and pounded into her, digging his fingers into her soft flesh.
At some point during his merciless assault, he heard Johnson moan in a strangled voice, “Oh God, my beauty, you’re going to make me come,” and he took his eyes off Charlotte’s luscious arse to watch Johnson pull out and shoot wads of cum all over her lovely face, prompting his thrusts to quicken and an all consuming fire build in his loins. He dragged Charlotte onto his rock hard phallus, her luscious heat encasing him as he sank fully into her and his hands moved to her arse cheeks so he could pull them apart and watch his thick cock impaling her. He moaned at the glorious sight of his wide shaft thrusting into her and then withdrawing, slick with her juices. Giving one last almighty heave that rammed his cock against her cervix and smashed his balls hard against her pubic hair, he came deep inside her hot little cunt, spurt after spurt erupting from him as he moaned out his pleasure.
As Rafe’s head cleared he suddenly realised with horror what Johnson and he had done. They had been so brutal! But he looked down and saw Charlotte lying on her back gazing up at them both, Johnson’s cum glistening on her chin, a wide satisfied smile on her face.
Chapter 25
The Governess is Almost Found Out
In which the governess has a tall, dark and handsome problem on her hands.
The dreaded word 'love' did not pass his lips again, but this time he did not leave. To Charlotte's surprise the Earl of Langham appeared at breakfast the next day, and he was still there by the afternoon and then the next morning. He clearly had no intention of disappearing this time and every intention of laying his hands on Charlotte whenever he had the opportunity. By the end of the week she was rather glad that most of her time was spent in the company of the Earl's little cousins. They provided an impenetrable protection from their elder cousin's increasingly bold advances. Not that she was not enjoying his attentions. Every minute spent with him was filled with pleasure and he was able to play her body like a finely tuned instrument. He was also clever enough to appeal to her mind with rough commands and teasing words and whispered obscenities that had her writhing in his arms. But he was taking bigger and bigger risks. She had thought that dragging her into the flimsy gazebo that day to pull her skirts up was a bold enough move but now he seemed to be without inhibitions. One hot afternoon when she had half an hour away from the boys he tumbled her into the hay in the stables mere feet away from the head groom. Charlotte could hear Thomas whistling and the clang of a metal pale as Rafe roughly pushed her legs apart and thrust into her. He had muffled her gasps with his hand, but she was convinced the sound of his cock slamming into her must have been filling the small building. The worry had stopped her from climaxing but it had not affected him. "This will show you who's the real man," he growled and then released inside her as powerfully as usual his hands pressing her into the itchy straw.
She had not been happy with him after that and told him so in no uncertain terms, but he had smiled his silky little smile and batted his long eye lashes and she was back to square one with him pushing her up against the garden wall and fingering her until she was moaning his name, and sh
uddering out a reluctant release. She was powerless and he was taking advantage, but she did not want him to stop if truth be told. She had never felt so alive, and even when he was gone his beautiful face was forever with her and her body was permanently primed for his touch.
One afternoon he lured her into his bedroom and they had a rare moment of privacy which he made use of by sitting her on his bureau, pulling up her skirts, easing her legs apart and burying his face in her pussy. He truly was a master at pleasuring a woman in this way. He used his lips and his tongue and his fingers to rapidly turn her into a pool of arousal. And she had the added pleasure of running her fingers through his silky hair as his ministrations grew all the more determined. She found herself breathlessly murmuring “please” over and over again not even aware of what she was begging for.
He pulled his face away and with his fingers still buried deep inside her, he looked up at her with indigo eyes and said, “Please what? Want me to keep fucking you like this until you come?”
Just his words almost sent her over the edge. He was so confident in his abilities. And then his thumb pressed over her clit and she threw her head back and almost screamed.
“Yes, that's it! I want to hear my Charlotte begging for it. I want her out of her mind with need!”
He really was trying to drive her into insanity, Charlotte thought, as his hot mouth once again slid over her exposed lips. As her head rolled back, she opened her eyes to see the looming figure of a man at the other end of the room. For a moment she thought she was hallucinating, that in her aroused fog she had managed to conjure up an image of the one other man who could whip her into such a frenzy. She forced her eyes to focus and then realised that it was indeed Eddie Johnson and he was smiling, a big delighted smile that tightened her nipples and added to the delicious tension in her loins.
She had dreaded this moment, when Johnson would discover their secret passion, but now with Rafe suckling her so deliciously and Johnson so clearly delighted with what was in front of him, Charlotte found she had a rare moment of complete self-indulgence.
“Make me come! Make me come!” she breathlessly entreated, all the while gazing back at Johnson, her fingers tightening in Rafe's hair as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth and her orgasm finally broke, thundering through her body in waves of toe tingling pleasure, Johnson's dark eyes avidly watching every tremor.
It was only after Rafe had gently eased her with little kisses over her inner thighs that he seemed to sense the presence in the room and turn around.
“Hello sir,” Johnson said with a wonderfully dirty grin. “Have you missed me?”
Rafe still knelt on the floor, his head turned towards his valet. Charlotte was also staring at the man across the room and attempting to convey without words that he better keep their little secret. She dreaded to think what Rafe would do if Johnson revealed their prior knowledge of each other.
“I must say,” Johnson said. “That was one hell of a performance. It’s given me a bloody enormous hard-on. And it’s nice to see you are now so well acquainted with our lovely Governess.”
“Know your place, Johnson,” Rafe grunted as he slowly stood up, his broad back blocking Charlotte's view. "And what are you doing here? I do believe you quit my service in ignominious circumstances.”
“I’m bored with fucking Madam de Mornay,” Johnson said overly casually. “It turns out she’s an unholy bitch, and I miss seeing to your needs more than I thought I would.”
“And you think it’s acceptable to fuck my mistress behind my back and then run off with her?”
“You asked me to fuck her, didn’t you?” Johnson's voice sounded outrageously smug and Charlotte suspected he was trying to shock her. She gasped with disgust but Rafe obviously thought she was shocked from the solicitous way he took her hand and helped her down off the bureau.
“I shall remind you again. Know your place."
Charlotte had to admit it but a thrill ran through her whenever Rafe spoke in that commanding voice.
“My place?” Johnson asked, reaching behind him and closing the door. “My place?” he repeated, stepping towards them. “I think my place is now up for negotiation after what I have just witnessed.”
“Are you threatening me?” Rafe asked and Charlotte was glad she had slipped her hand from his because she was now trembling with fear of what Johnson might reveal.
“No,” Johnson said. “Just making the most of this unexpected winning hand.” His fingers went to his breeches and started to undo the fold. “Thanks to the two of you, I now have a hard-on that is begging for some attention.”
Charlotte almost slumped with sheer relief. It seemed that Johnson was happy to pretend he had never had more than a passing acquaintance with her, and that it was only now that the possibility of erotic congress had occurred to him. She had to hand it to him, he was a very good actor and clearly not intellectually deficient. She had dismissed him as nothing but a muscle bound stallion, clearly she was wrong.
With a wicked grin that stirred Charlotte's loins back into life, Johnson casually undid the fold in his breeches and pulled out his cock. She had to suppress a smile as she stared at the magnificent specimen. Only now did she realise that she had missed it, now it was here in front of her in its full glory, beautifully erect and throbbing in Johnson's fist. "Who's going to suck me off?” he asked.
Her mouth instantly watered at the prospect but she stayed standing next to Rafe, afraid to move in case she disgrace herself by sinking to her knees and crawling over to him.
Johnson continued to stroke his stiffening shaft as he said, “You’d like Miss Kemp to get me off wouldn’t you, my Lord? You’d like to watch her take my cock in her mouth.”
There was only one thing that Charlotte could do faced with that glorious sight and seeing Rafe's blue eyes shining with anticipation, so she threw caution to the wind and took a couple of steps forward and dropped to her knees. After all, it wasn't like she hadn't done it before.
“Oh yes!" Johnson laughed, "Take a seat, my Lord. This is going to be good.”
Charlotte was tempted to slap the smug wretch, but she was too eager to taste him again, so she swallowed her annoyance and wrapped her hand around Johnson's silky soft shaft, then stuck out her tongue and licked the head. There was the sound of two male groans as she sucked his cock into her mouth, and took it in as far as she could. Johnson's hips pushed forward to force himself in deeper and Charlotte gagged slightly which made the groans come again louder. As Johnson's hand descended on her head, two other hands firmly grasped her waist. Despite her mouth being full of cock, she squealed as Rafe pulled her bottom towards him and threw her skirts upwards. She felt a cold blast of air on her bare bottom as Johnson kneeled down in front of her, his bouncing prick in her face once again
A warm hand rested on her backside and Rafe said firmly, “Now Charlotte my darling, when I say so I want you to take Johnson’s cock into your mouth. Take in as much as you can.” Charlotte looked up to find Johnson staring down at her, the smug grin gone and his eyes black with lust. “Ready?”
She murmured an affirmative and felt the head of his cock push against her now sopping wet entrance. She thrust her arse eagerly towards him, but his hands were still holding her firmly by the waist.
“Now!” Rafe said and as Johnson thrust his cock into her mouth and her lips closed round him, she felt Rafe's huge prick ram roughly into her in one smooth thrust, his hands gripping her tightly and pulling her onto him so he was buried in her, balls deep.
With a strangled profanity, Johnson mimicked his employer's actions and gripping Charlotte's hair a little too roughly he pulled her further down his shaft crying, “Take our fucking cocks!”
Rafe began to pound into Charlotte like a man possessed as she swallowed Johnson's cock, her eyes watering. It was a rough assault from both of them but oddly she was enjoying every frenzied minute of it, glorying in their uncontrolled passion. Her pussy too was loving being filled to capacit
y and the strength of their grip on her merely drove her to heights previously unimagined.
Johnson's rhythmic thrusting into her mouth soon had him moaning, "Oh God, my beauty, you're going to make me come," and a moment later he had pulled out of her mouth and splashed her face with his sticky hot seed. The sight of cum shooting from his pulsating cock prompted a lightning quick orgasm to break inside her but Rafe seemed not to notice as his frantic thrusts quickened and he came inside her with a victorious shout.
“That was very naughty,” Johnson whispered as he ambushed Charlotte in the nursery corridor.
Her legs were still decidedly wobbly even though she had had ample time to recover and compose herself. William and Arthur were waiting for their lesson, but Johnson was blocking her way, his exasperating smirk spread across his handsome face.
“I'm going to be thinking about that for weeks to come. Best thing I've ever seen, you impaled on our cocks like a roast pig.”
As it so often did, Charlotte's hand itched to slap him. “You are disgusting,” she said instead, with all the loathing she could muster.
“You seem to like sucking my cock though.”
“Keep your voice down!”
He just grinned and moved a step closer, backing her up against the wall. “If you're really lucky I'll fuck you again, but you might have to be nicer to me first.” He pressed his groin against her in a manly display of what she was missing.
“And why would I want you when I can have the Earl of Langham?” she asked, valiantly attempting to keep her voice calm and steady.
He smiled down at her. “You just keep telling yourself that, love. You just keep telling yourself that,” and he taking a step away from her, he smoothly spun round and sauntered away down the corridor, his big imposing body almost filling the small space.
