Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (31 page)

Taking with me to bed a French novel I had picked out of the library shelves, and getting the servant to bring in a large glass of lemonade, I was soon asleep, in spite of the heat, though I had to forego sheets, blanket, and counterpane, and simply sleep in my night shirt.

In the gray of the morning I was aroused, and could scarcely believe my eyes. There was a young woman standing by the side of the bed, and I recognized her as a shapely lass who had taken my portmanteau upstairs the previous evening.

I have always had an unpleasant habit in my sleep of twisting and turning until my shirt rucks up under my armpits, thus it appears that as this hot night had proved no exception to the rule, Hannah, for such was the filly’s name, had knocked at the door to awaken me, but receiving no response, and fearing she should get into trouble if I overslept myself, had opened the door, and the sight of my magnificent prick had simply transfixed her so that she stood there like one bewitched.

I rubbed my eyes once more, then sprang up, and before the girl could, like a frightened fawn, reach the door I had gently but firmly closed it, and set my back against it.

‘Oh! Mr. Clinton, missis would be so angry if she heard me in here.’

‘Has your mistress yet been called?’

‘No, sir.’

‘Have you roused Mr. De Vaux?’

‘Not yet.’

‘Who knows then of your being here?’

‘The cook, sir, and she’s a spiteful old thing as hates gentlemen, because they don’t never look at her.’

‘Hannah,’ said I, ‘didn’t I hear you called by that name last night.’

‘Yes, sir; please let me go downstairs.’

‘Hannah, is there light enough for you to see this?’ and I quietly raised my night shirt.

‘Oh, Mr. Clinton, how can you be so rude.’

‘Now, look here, Hannah, we needn’t mince matters. Your mistress doesn’t know of your being here, but if you cry out she’s bound to know it, and of course you’ll get sacked for being found in a gentleman’s bedroom. I shan’t be blamed for trying to get into a girl who actually comes to ask me for it.’

‘But, my God, I haven’t, sir.’

‘No, but don’t you see that that is what I should be obliged to say if any awkward questions were put to me.’

‘Oh! please, sir, I’ll never come into your bedroom again, sir, indeed I won’t.

‘My dear Hannah,’ said I, ‘I hope you will every night of my stay; but I must have my first taste now.’

With a sudden movement I caught her in my arms, and threw her down on the bed.

The silly stupid fool struggled with the strength of a giantess, and I saw that it was going to be a fair fight for it.

This is what I enjoy, provided the struggle is not too exhausting, and in this case it was fortunately only of sufficient duration to give the proper zest, for no sooner in the course of her efforts to keep my hand away from her ‘fanny’ had her own touched the top of my splitting jock than she was powerless as a kitten.

I will not dilate upon my fuck with Hannah, for she was in too frightened a state to give me much pleasure at that time.

I have, however, under more favourable conditions, since amused myself with her during a spare half-hour, and although her cunt has not got that tenacity of grip which distinguished Lady Fanny, for example, yet there was that general spunkiness about her final throw off which places her in the front rank for one in her station of life.

To again quote dear old Sam:‘A man’s imagination is not so inflamed with a chambermaid as a countess,’ and, besides, Hannah was not a maid, the coachman having settled her hash about six months before.

But after this Hannah kissed me and bolted off, and I drank a tumbler of water with a few drops of balsam in it, and felt none the worse for my
affaire par hazard
, but at once joined the shooting party.

I did a fair share of bagging, though the birds were scarcly wild enough to my taste.

I hate the fashionable
battue
business of today, but do not mean to imply that it was anything like that, for I am speaking of more than twenty years ago, but still Leveson’s keepers had
fed them too well, and they scarcely rose to the tramp of a foot near their cover.

We returned to the hall to lunch, and Mrs. Leveson enquired as to the result of our morning’s work.

We told her it had been fair, but I half hinted at my preference for seeing a bit of the country, as I was a fickle sportsman, and one morning’s shooting was enough for me. She, without a moment’s hesitation, offered to become my
cicerone
, and procuring two horses from the stable I sallied forth with her.

‘Now, you must be my mentor in everything, please Mrs. Leveson. I must admit to being dreadfully ignorant of country matters.’

She rode with me fully fifteen miles, and although I felt my way cautiously, I began to see there was an iron bar between us, which would probably prove impassable.

The instant there was the slightest hint or suggestion which implied a
double entendre
, her cheek flushed, and she looked full in my face with her sparkling eyes, and a gaze of steady searching frankness as who should say, ‘do my ears deceive me, or are you trying to covertly insult me’.

‘Damn it,’ thought I, James Clinton, you’ve met your match this time, and a still small voice never left off whispering, ‘see what the balsam will do, try a few drops of it,’ but I never got the opportunity, and as we cantered down the broad gravel walk that led to the front lawn, she with her face flushed with the excitement of riding, mine flushed also, but with the excitement of a ‘horn’ which I had now the satisfaction of knowing could be relieved without quitting the mansion, De Vaux met us.

‘Well,’ said he, in an undertone to me, after he had assisted Mrs. Leveson to dismount, ‘how does the bet stand?’

‘Blast the bet,’ said I, ‘I’ll give you six dozen to let me off.’

He laughed and said he would take one hundred and forty three bottles, and leave me the other to get drunk upon and drown my disappointment.

Hannah did not come up to my room that night, though she had promised to, still the weather was again so damned hot that I was in one sense rather glad of it. About four a.m., however, she came up to call the indefatigable sportsmen, but Leveson had already risen, and had entered my room in his shirt and trousers, so that
when Hannah gently opened my door she was petrified at finding her master there trying to persuade me to go with them.

‘What the devil do you mean, you minx, by coming into a gentleman’s room without knocking first?’

I immediately interposed, and told him what a sound sleeper I was, and spoke of the difficulty the girl had experienced the previous morning.

Mr. De Vaux is up, so you needn’t trouble to call him, and you needn’t bring up any coffee to your mistress, for she’s as sound asleep as a rock. ‘So you won’t come, Clinton?’

‘Not this morning, old boy; I’m deuced tired and sleepy.’

‘Very well, then,’ said he, ‘I suppose we must manage without you,’ and presently I heard both the noble sportsmen quietly taking their departure.

I at first tried to compose myself to sleep, but found it impossible, for my prick had become a cursed incumbrance. The advent of Hannah had excited it to start with, and now there was the tantalizing fact that within a few yards of me was lying the lady of the mansion, yet, in respect to approachability, as far off as if she had been at the Antipodes.

Still the old proverb of ‘faint heart never winning fair lady’ came to my rescue, and I quietly arose and softly opened my door, just to see if there was a ghost of a chance.

As I previously mentioned, my room faced that of Mr. and Mrs. Leveson’s, judge then my delight when I saw that mine host had actually, and I presumed by inadvertence, left his door ajar.

Stealthily and silently as a cat I crossed the corridor, scarcely daring to breathe, and pushing the door open, inch by inch, I put my head inside.

There, lying on the bed with nothing but a sheet to cover her splendid form, was the woman for whose possession I so madly longed, but the knowledge that her chastity was an insuperable bar to the ordinary preliminaries of a fair fuck, suggested my attempting the siege in another fashion.

Stooping down, and going on all fours, I approached the bed side, and gently lifting up one end of the sheet I revealed her naked form, for, like me, she had got her night chemise rolled up as far as her titties. Her legs were lying temptingly open, and, as little by little, I worked myself under the sheet, my face drew nearer to the lovely little cunt whose pouting lips looked only fit to be kissed.

Gradually, and without sufficient movement to alarm or even awaken my sleeping beauty, I got my head well between her legs, and my smooth face, for I only had a moustache, rested on her right thigh, without altering her posture.

She did move once, and passed her hand down over my head, murmuring the while, ‘Oh, George, wait until the morning,’ and then as I remained perfectly quiescent, she dozed off again.

Presently I got well into position, and putting out my tongue, gave the lips a gentle lick. I could feel that there was a slight tremor, but as that was only the natural effect of the electrobiology, I knew that she was not yet awake.

Another lick, this time a trifle further in, and the next second I plunged my tongue far up, until it touched the clitoris. She was instantly awake.

‘Oh, George, darling, it is years since you did this, why, you dog, you haven’t thought of such a thing since our honeymoon.’

I renewed my licking, thrusting her splendid thighs aside, though, in reality, there was no need to thrust, for she opened them as far as ever she could, until my tongue was in right up to the root, and I found from the rapid up and down movement of her bottom that unless I speedily withdrew it, she would most certainly come.

In my excitement I muttered ‘my darling,’ and she hearing a strange voice threw back the sheet, and I suppose looked down.

She must have seen at a glance that it was not her husband, for she put her hands on my head, and in a low voice, half of anguish, half pleasure, said, ‘Oh, who are you? How could you?’ but the matter had gone too far now to be remedied, and she must have felt this, for the movement of her arse continued, and was getting more violent.

I could stand it no longer, so taking out my tongue, I looked up at her.

‘I guessed it was you, Mr. Clinton, you are doing a very wicked thing, but I really must have it now, I can’t wait,’ and pulling me on to her, my prick found the already well-greased hole, which was fall of slobber from my own mouth, and with several quick movements, long thrusts, and about half a dozen wriggles, we both spent at the same moment.

I believe, had her husband come in at the instant, we could not possibly have disengaged ourselves from each other’s arms,
for we lay there in a transport of bliss, and I could not help pluming myself on the admirable
savoir faire
I had manifested in my management of the whole business.

‘What on earth made you do this, Mr. Clinton?’ said Mrs. Leveson, still holding me and keeping me in her, with her legs entwined around my backside, but blushing all the while.

‘My darling,’ said I, ‘the moment I saw you I felt that if I had to commit a rape I should be obliged to enjoy you, though it cost me liberty, or, indeed, for the matter of that, life.’

A slight movement outside the door here attracted our attention, and hiding me under the sheet, Mrs. Leveson enquired ‘who was there’, to this there was no response, and we breathed freely again.

‘My darling,’ said Mrs. Leveson, looking at me with beaming eyes, ‘I am so delighted, that although I know we have both committed a great sin, I feel as if the pleasure had not been too dearly bought, but for fear of discovery, hurry back to your own room,’ and kissing me affectionately, both on mouth and prick, I took my leave of her for the time.

I had no sooner got outside the room and pulled the door to after me than I was suddenly struck dumb with surprise and fear, for I found my own chamber door open, and, I felt certain, that I had not been such a ninny as to leave it so. I entered the room on tip toe, in fear and trembling, and found De Vaux standing by the window, looking white and thoughtful.

‘Hallo,’ said I, ‘what, in the Devil’s name, brings you here?’

‘I came back,’ replied he, to fetch some large shot which I had in my other shooting pouch.’

‘Well, you’ve lost your bet,’ said I, triumphantly.

‘I know it,’ he gloomily made answer, ‘and what worries me is I cannot understand it. You are not a better looking man than I am. Except in the matter of a few thousands a year and a larger tool, nature, luck, and birth, have not favoured you more that me, yet you absolutely mount a woman you have only known forty-eight hours, while I have for three long years tried in the same direction, and utterly failed. I will let you have the pin to-morrow.’

‘But you only saw me coming from her room, how do you know that I absolutely won the trick?’

‘How do I know, why I opened your door quietly to see if you were asleep, and finding you absent I looked round, and saw Mrs. Leveson’s door open. I also heard you both hard at it, and
could not forbear from peeping in. Oh, what a sight it was; there was she, lovely thing that she is, rising to every stroke, and I could see your long prick actually coming clean out of her,
reculer pour mieux sauter
, and then dashing in again till the sight nearly made a lunatic of me. How in the name of God did you work it, for it seems to me little short of miraculous?’

I didn’t satisfy his curiosity, but left him to ponder over it, while I wrapped myself up, for the morning was getting chilly, and fell asleep.

De Vaux proceeded to the
battue
, but if his shooting was not superior to his spirits, the birds must have had a distinctly fine time of it, for if ever there was a man at a country luncheon table possessed by the megrims, De Vaux was that individual, when I met him a few hours later.