Lady Waverly's Lovers (4 page)

Uppington smiled at me. “Lady Waverly, what do you think about putting your mouth on Andrew? Show him the glory of a lady’s tongue.”

I moved toward the stable master and dropped to my knees.

“With pleasure,” I whispered.

Andrew was half-hard already and his big thick cock was beautiful. He was watching me, wary of displeasing me, I suppose, for fear of his job.

“Relax,” I ordered, then wrapped my hand around him firmly. He gasped and shut his eyes. I took him between my lips, sucking him deep into my throat, swirling my tongue around him.

“Oh God,” Andrew moaned, his hands fisting into my hair as he fucked my throat.

I felt Uppington move in behind me on his hands and knees. He pushed my legs wide, exposing my ass and sex to him. From behind, I felt his breath steam against me and then he began to lick me. Languid, hard stroking of his rough tongue that had me squealing and purring even as I sucked Andrew ever harder.

“My lady,” the horsemaster cried out. “Please! I’m so close.”

Uppington grabbed my chignon and dragged me back, pulling me away from Andrew’s hard cock. “That will not do at all. Where will all the fun be if you spend too soon?”

The horsemaster struggled to catch his breath, his hard cock quivering as a drop of cum oozed from the tip. He was very close, I could see it.

“Watch us,” Uppington ordered. “And do not touch yourself.”

Andrew nodded and stepped back a little, staring as Uppington returned his attentions to my wet quim. He held my hips steady as he returned his mouth to my sex. I arched my hips into his tongue, grinding against him as I moaned with increasing pleasure. He was like magic there, flicking my clit just right. After the past few days of pleasures untold, I was already swollen and sensitive. I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I rocked back against him, urging more of his tongue, drawing out more of my own pleasure. Finally, I could take no more and collapsed onto my forearms on the floor.

He rubbed my ass gently as he looked up at Andrew. “You’re about to have your first woman, my friend,” he said. “And share your first.”

My eyes went wide, but I didn’t lift my head or protest. I merely whimpered my acquiescence and lifted my backside higher in offering. Uppington chuckled, the deep, masculine sound all but vibrating through my clit. God, how I wanted him. Wanted this.

He moved away and I peeked over my shoulder. He had found some of Christopher’s scented oils and he chose a bottle before he returned to my prone form. He grinned at Andrew as he popped the bottle open and began to rub the slick liquid over his thick fingers. I tensed, waiting to feel them on me, in me. Hoping he would hurry and yet enjoying the anticipation of when he would begin.

“You’ll be able to feel my cock when we’re in her together,” he said to Andrew, his voice hypnotic as his fingers finally brushed the tight little rosette of my ass. With the oil
slickening him, the sensation was amazing. I moaned again and leaned into him. “And once we make her come, I will take you while you finish her.”

My eyes went wide and I lifted my head to see Andrew’s expression. He licked his lips and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Very good.” Uppington didn’t speak again, but turned all his attention to my little asshole. He was preparing me for him now, sliding one slick finger into the tight channel, followed by another and another. I bit my lip at the wonderful pleasure-pain and just resisted the urge to bugger myself as he stroked his fingers in and out.

At some point, he seemed pleased with his work, for he motioned to Andrew to come closer. Andrew’s big cock was still hard against his stomach and he rushed toward us eagerly.

Uppington lifted me up like I weighed nothing, steadying me on my feet as he maneuvered me toward my servant. He lifted me against his chest and I lolled back, licking my lips as I anticipated what was to come.

“Open her legs,” Uppington ordered the younger man. “And take her pussy.”

Andrew moaned low in his throat and lifted my backside, opening my legs with his hips as the two men maneuvered me into position. The tip of Andrew’s thick cock nudged my cunt and I shuddered as the remnants of the electric pleasure from Uppington’s skilled tongue returned.

“Take her,” Uppington ordered and pushed me forward. I was speared on Andrew’s cock and flexed as the thick instrument filled me inch by glorious inch. I hissed out my breath in time to the servant, who seemed to be struggling for control once more.

“Do you like how she feels?” Uppington asked as he helped me take the last few inches of Andrew’s length, fully seating me on his enormous, throbbing cock.

“Yes,” the other man managed in a broken tone. “Oh God, yes.”

“Now fuck her,” Uppington ordered.

He didn’t have to be told twice. Andrew began to rotate his hips, thrusting into me with hard, insistence. I mewled my pleasure at the rough taking and lolled my head against Uppington’s shoulder.

“Are you ready for me to join you?” Uppington asked, licking my ear as he whispered the words.

“Yes,” I gasped, my pleasure already building from Andrew’s ministrations.

“Hold a moment,” Uppington ordered. “Fill her completely and hold.”

Andrew let out a strangled sound and did as he had been told, slamming all the way into my aching body and clinging to my hips hard enough that I knew his fingerprints would be on me for days after our party was over.

“Easy,” Uppington said, I think perhaps more to himself than to us. “Slow.”

He maneuvered his cock against my ass and stroked the head against the tight entrance. Slick with oil, it gave way a tiny bit at a time, allowing him to enter, enter, slow and steady. Stars exploded before my eyes as he nudged into the space, made even tighter by the fact that Andrew filled my sex already.

And Andrew seemed to be affected too. As Uppington slid into the tight channel, Andrew let out a low groan, for the thin membrane between the two areas could not keep the men from feeling the slide of each other. I was stretched wide, filled to the point of bursting and a reveled in it, squeezing as best I could around the two men.

“God, you are better than rumor,” Uppington whispered against my ear.

I writhed back against him and both men moaned again.

“Now we move,” Uppington directed Andrew. “As I pull back, you push in.”

I bit my lip in anticipation and Uppington didn’t disappoint. He withdrew almost to the point of pulling from my body and then slowly eased back in as Andrew reversed the thrust. It took a moment, but soon they were in tandem, sliding in and out so I was always filled, always stretched.

The pleasure, I tell you, was nothing like anything I had experienced before. Trapped between these two strong men, I lost myself. Sensation was all that mattered as they took me in time, building me toward a shattering release I almost feared as much as desired. Could I take so much as what I felt cresting between my legs?

But I did. And I could. Pleasure exploded and they pounded through it as I screamed and quaked in ecstasy. I’m certain the whole house heard me as I cried out for relief, for more, for
them
. I was still shuddering, shaking when Uppington glided from my well-used posterior and said, “Now turn her, lay her on the edge of the bed.”

Andrew nodded, sweat rolling down his handsome face. He moved me to my high bed without drawing his fine cock from my pulsing pussy and rested me there, just at the edge. He ground into me gently, watching my face even as his own was lined with great anticipation.

“Now for you,” Uppington purred and went back to his oils. He stood behind Andrew as the servant bent over me and began to perform the same ministrations on him as he had on me. “But don’t stop pleasuring her,” he demanded.

Andrew’s strokes became erratic as Uppington inserted a finger into his bottom, swirling oil and stretching him just as he had done me.

“He is divine, Andrew,” I reassured the panting footman. “Oh, you will love it.”

He nodded. “I can hardly wait, my lady.”

“And you shall not.” Uppington positioned himself behind my servant and I watched in pure bliss as he guided his heavy cock into the other man. Andrew stopped thrusting into me and let out a great moan of pleasure. I felt his cock grow harder inside of me as he finally got what he truly wanted.

“Together now,” Uppington urged and they began to move in time. When Uppington drew back, so did Andrew. When he pounded forward, Andrew did the same. It was as if Andrew was Uppington’s puppet, fucking at the more experienced man’s command. I lifted into them, rubbing my clit with every stroke, reveling in the show of them pleasuring me, pleasuring each other.

Andrew couldn’t last long, I could see it now. He was as much on edge as he had been when I sucked him. Uppington must have sensed it too for his thrusts became harder, faster, driving Andrew into me until I lifted up with another great cry and shattered in pure pleasure. Andrew let out a cry of his own and his heated seed blew within me. Uppington was last. His neck strained as he came within Andrew and then we collapsed together on the bed in the playroom, a sweaty, well-pleasured mound of limbs.

Finally, Uppington sat up, looking at us both with a smile. “I do say, my lady, your parties are more than wonderful. As if your staff.” He reached out to stroke a hand along Andrew’s muscular leg and the footman shivered at the attention. “I wonder if you might allow me to steal Andrew from your employ.”

I laughed. “You will have to take that up with my husband.”

Uppington’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I would very much like to take your husband…
up
.”

I laughed at the playful innuendo then, because I knew Christopher had no interest in men for his bed. But now that I reflect on that powerful coupling again, I do wonder…could his mind ever be changed? If so, I’m certain Uppington could change it…

Until tomorrow.

June 17, 1812

Tonight was the final one of this year’s party and what an end. Christopher had promised me at least one surprise and oh, he did deliver. It all started innocently enough. Our finale party was a masquerade, where the guests would be free to dance and drink and fuck whomever they pleased. The ballroom was readied with pillows spread all around, an orchestra that was as talented with their cocks as their instruments and plenty of oils for lubrication. I entered the ballroom early to check on the progress and be certain all was to my liking.

I was already dressed. Because most of the guests would be wearing animal masks, my gown was as a saucy shepherdess done in a fine blue silk with white lace trimming. Oh, but I must also mention that the neckline was so low that my nipples were almost on display and the front of the skirt was short enough to show my knees and the white ribbons on my stockings.

I walked through the doorway to find the room completely ready, but also empty and I admit I was confused. Servants should have been milling about, preparing and awaiting orders. I turned to find out where they’d gone and found my husband standing just behind me. He was dressed like a dashing rogue and already wore his mask, that of a devil.

“Do you know where-” I began, but could not finish for he lunged for me, covering my mouth with his hand and pushing me backward into the ballroom. I did not struggle, at least not at first. Christopher has often insisted on having me before these last long orgies and I believed this is what he had in mind.

It was not. He pushed me against the floor, covering me with his body weight and then I saw the others from around him. Men in their masks, a goat, a rabbit, a stag complete with antlers, all approaching. Though I knew they were some of our guests, I was still somewhat terrified, especially when they each produced a length of rope from behind their backs and began to tie me. I saw then that heavy furniture had been placed around the part of the floor where I had been lain. Once my hands and legs were bound, each rope was attached to another piece of furniture, to splay me out in the open.

“You wanted a surprise, my love,” Christopher purred, moving off of me as soon as it was clear I could not break free. “This is it. Instead of our usual bacchanalia, tonight our guests will be paying homage to
you
. All pleasure will be for you. You are here for all to see and have and share and use.”

I twitched against the ropes binding me as I stared up at him. Christopher’s eyes were visible in the mask and they were bright and filled with desire. He pressed his mouth to mine, driving his tongue between my lips, tasting me until I let out a long moan of desire and pleasure. He didn’t allow for more, though. He got to his feet and stepped away, signaling to our guests to gather round.

Women from our group had joined the men now. A beautiful peacock, a pleasing cat, even a fox joined the others. Their gowns were all as revealing as my own, some even more so, and they looked down at me, splayed for their view, with as much lust as the men.

The music began to swell in the background and my eyes darted to the small orchestra. The men were all watching the scandalous display, but playing their songs with gusto as they did.