Chapter 11
My Adopted Father and Protector
Passing over the events immediately following our arrival, I was now settled in Government House, the favourite guest of the respected governor and the chosen companion of his only daughter. My rooms are luxuriously fitted out in the cheeriest part of the building. I have almost a little suite to myself-a comfortable bedchamber, with a commodious bathroom adjoining, and the snuggest possible little boudoir, opening through a verandah on to a portion of the ground specially set aside for my enjoyment and supervision.
For attendants, I have my own maid, Zilla, and an intelligent black boy, called Davy, to work in the ground and act as messenger. The old gentleman himself pays me every attention and visits me often on the sly, though in public he is most circumspect-yet always exceedingly kind and indulgent.
I have grown very fond of him and do everything in my power to please and gratify him. Blanche and I are very good friends; we read and work together and receive joint instruction from various masters.
I am not sure whether she is fully aware of the connection between her father and me; but if she is, she takes no notice of it, wisely judging that it is at all events better for her than if he married again. In due course letters were received from my father, thanking the governor for his attention to me and gladly consenting to our present arrangement.
Carlo obtained from the English Government the pardon he sought, together with a substantial reward, and being found efficient as a seaman and a navigator was appointed captain of the good old ship Cummarrilla.
Good tidings also awaited our Sporio. The governor heard from the British Envoy to the Court of Tuscanny, not only confirming the account he had given to his family, but announcing that his brother was dead and that now he was the sole heir to the title and estates of the Lamberiini. Sporia, now Count Lambertini, himself heard from the family lawyer informing him of the event, and that a large sum of money had been placed at his disposal.
One of his first acts was to offer me his hand and fortune: but I was not then inclined to marry, for I loved my freedom and independence. Besides, I thought that among the proud nobles of Italy the slur on my birth would surely be cast in my teeth. So I declined his generous offer in the kindest manner and with many expressions of esteem: at the same time, I advised him to turn to Blanche, who was more suited to him by birth and connections and who, I knew loved him dearly.
He took my advice, and having proposed to Miss Stanhope was accepted by both father and daughter. After a marriage celebrated with great aplomb, Blanche set sail for Italy as the Countess Lambertini.
Having thus satisfactorily disposed of our chief dramatis personae, let us return to my humble self and my protector. Sir Charles Stanhope. To avoid scandal he went through some legal formalities adopting me as his child, and having made a settlement he prevailed on me to assume his name. In consequence, I was well received everywhere, and had not end of suitors.
But now I must explain our private agreement. He had a concealed entrance to my rooms, of which even the servants were ignorant. In my bathroom was a linen cupboard. It had a movable back, which also formed the back of a similar cupboard in his room on the other side.
His practice was to retire early at night, pleading in excuse his advancing years. My boudoir was my favourite place for working and reading, and I avowedly devoted my evenings to study. So, when the house was quiet, and the doors and windows well secured, the governor was able to visit his 'fair Rosamond', as he loved to call me.
Then, in the full light of brilliant lamps, I would strip for him, and then take out and fondle for him into life his soft and attenuated prick while I read aloud some luscious work or related some amorous tale. But nothing excited and so thoroughly pleased him as to hear a description of my own fucking adventures; and he was always begging me to get myself fucked as often as possible and to give him the fullest details. Then he would examine my inflamed quim, sniff the salty odour and lick its moistened lips.
Here is an instance. The governor is lying on a wide, comfortale sofa opposite a large mirror; I am leaning by his side in such a position as to afford him a full view in the glass of my cunt and bottom.
I pet and frig his slowly stiffening pride, and he titillates my excited quim. watching its appearance in the glass while he asks for the latest news.
"Well. Queenie, my pet; have you anything to tell me tonight'.' Did you succeed with James? He seems the right kind ol man and amorously disposed. I was glad to see you coming this evening from the stables!"
"I did. Charlie (his pet name in private). Can't you see and feel how moist my cunt is? I haven't even wiped it yet. Smell it. dear."
"Yes. my love, it's in a delicious state, it's moist, and the hot smell from it is most fragrant and exciting. Now tell me everything that happened-and don't miss one word."
"Well, I went out to enquire about my mare-she was so frisky this morning that I could scarcely mount her. James met me in the stable, and as I passed him to get to the horse box and pat my mare on the neck as usual, he put his hand on my shoulder, saying, 'Take care. Miss Stanhope, she is not in a mood to be trusted," and in some way he made her plunge. Naturally, I started back, and he caught me in his arms.
"Oh, Miss Queenie. you were very near to being hurt, and that would have been awful, for we are all so fond of you.' and he pressed me to his breast. 'Dearest lady, who couldn't help loving you? How glad I am I was able to save you from harm," he said, as he drew me towards a corner.
"I thanked him for his care and attention, and said, "Now let me go. James. I am in no danger here!'
"He put his face close to mine, and whispered. 'Might I make so bold-just one kiss-darling Miss Queenie?'
"'You may," I replied, 'as a reward. There, that will do. Let me go you will make me fall! Oh. James, what are you doing? Stop pushing your knee between mine' Don't lift up my clothes! What do you mean by unbuttoning your flies? Oh. stop! I did not give you permission to put your hand there! Oh. James, how your lingers tickle me! Oh! How big you are it will kill me! Oh. it is in! How nice it feels! How well you do it press up to my heart! Yes. James, it is a big strong prick! You may pinch my bottom and put your fingers in while you fuck!" I cried, as I felt his great tool poking my cunt while I lay under him on a heap of hay in the corner. He drove it home with such energy and force that his hard balls banged against by bottom, and then he flooded my cunt with boiling spunk."
By this time I had Charlie's prick in fine erection, and he cried, "Get over me, my love, and lay your sweet arse on my face; I will suck your delicious quim while you draw from my prick its milky juice."
I presented him with my arse, and he licked and sucked both the apertures in my furrow of delight, while I received in my mouth the discharge of his seed.
Then we took some refreshment which I always had ready, and he returned to his own apartment, for he could seldom manage more than one emission at a time. Next evening he came as usual, and asked me if I had anything new to tell him.
"Well, Charlie .as you know, I am always on the lookout for any love adventures that I think will give you pleasure. You spoke the other day about Dr. Pricket, and asked me to give him some encouragement. Well, he called again this afternoon, and by my direction was shown into my boudoir. The blinds were drawn, and I was reclining on the couch complaining of a headache and pain in my chest. He examined my chest with his stethoscope, and while he was so doing I allowed him to have a good view and feel of my swelling titties. His eyes sparkled as he gently squeezed one of my nipples with his trembling fingers. Then, putting his hand down, he said, " 'I want to feel the region around your liver, bull Can't through all this clothing. May I put my hand underneath?'
You may, over my chemise," I replied, leaning
"He bent forward, and as if by accident his hand went up under my chemise.
"'Oh, doctor; I said over my chemise, but I feel your hand on my bare skin!'
"'Dear Miss Queenie. what difference does it make? It is all in a professional way, and we doctors are accustomed to having no secrets kept from us.' All this time his hand was roaming over the lower part of my belly, and at last I felt his fingers passing down between my thighs and pressing my cunt.
"'Oh, doctor," I said, 'that's not where my liver is at all."
"'True; but it is very intimately connected with it. When the liver is inactive there is always sympathetic disturbance here. Do you ever feel any unusual heat here, or anything like obstruction in the passage?' He pushed his finger boldly into the entrance of my easily excited cunt, and with his thumb he began to rub the clitoris.
"'No, doctor, there is nothing wrong with me there. Oh! What are you doing? You will drive me wild! Oh! Oh! I am on fire! Do I want anything there? Oh, you have made me so on heat I don't know what I am saying or doing. What do I want? You know what I want-a prick! Yes, of course I know you have a prick: how could you be a Pricket if you hadn't?' I said, laughing. 'Put my hand on it? Well, I will, to please you. Yes, it is a fine specimen of the manly organ-both stiff and long! Do the ladies like that kind of prick? You k now that better than I do. Would my cunt like it? Yes, doctor: for I don't know how you have managed it but you have set it on fire and made it glow like a furnace. I am sure you have put something in it-it burns so!'
"'Nonsense, child," he said, "it is the sight and feel of my prick which has made you long for a fuck. Now, confess, isn't it?' All this time he was most skillfully manipulating my cunt, making every nerve in it tingle with pleasure.
"'Yes, I am longing for a fuck! Come on, hurry-put it in or you will drive me mad!' I cried, spreading my thighs.
"'There! In with it! Ah, I have it at last! Now fuck away! How lovely your prick feels, it quite fills up my cunt!' Then, pushing my hand between our bellies. I felt the root of his prick and squeezed his balls while I threw up my legs and hammered his bottom with my heels to force him further into my cunt. He held me in a grip of iron while he fucked away: and then, with a sigh of delight, he poured into my cunt a perfect torrent of thick warm spunk."
Meanwhile, the dear old governor, quivering with emotion had poured his scanty discharge over my breasts; for I was frigging his prick with my titties pressed together on its sides.
He then requested me to favour him with an actual fucking demonstration while he lay concealed in my room, and Davy, my errand boy was fixed upon as the medium. Though called a 'boy' Davy was a well-grown lad of eighteen-and not bad looking for a negro.
"But what if Davy should prove unwilling," I asked.
"Oh!" he replied. "Don't trouble yourself about that; you will find him only too willing if you give him the opportunity. It is not every day a white woman will throw herself in his way."
"But if so," I added, "are we safe in trusting him?"
"You can make him safe by winning his affection. Young fellows of his class are often more trustworthy than those from whom you might expect better things. But to make doubly sure, you may threaten him with my displeasure; the fear of that would, I think, be sufficient to shut his mouth."
So I consented, and arranged for the governor to be hiding in my room about the middle of the next day-the time when I usually took my bath and he his siesta-so that through the open door he could see and hear all that passed.
The next morning, having warned Zilla to allow no one to disturb me during my after bath sleep, I directed Davy to gather a nice bunch of flowers and bring them to my room. Meanwhile the governor entered by the secret door, and was duly ensconced behind my bedroom door.
Soon afterwards Davy appeared, his ebony face beaming and showing all his ivory teeth by way of contrast, while he held a glowing bouquet in his hand. He found me loosely dressed and lying on the soft.
"I said, "Oh, Davy, I am so glad you have come. I cannot sleep for those horrid flies. Lay the bouquet on the table, and then pick up my fan and keep the flies away while I try and get a little rest, for I am tired and sleepy."
Davy took the fan and kneeling on a stool at my side discharged the office thus imposed upon him, while I. overpowered with heat, lay tossing about and affording him sundry peeps at my bare arms and by bosom. "Oh, Davy, I am so hot that I cannot rest. Could you unfasten my felt for me? It is hooked behind," I added, turning over on my side. With deft and ready lingers he did what I required.
"Why, Davy .one would think you were trained as lady's maid," I said, turning on my back, and raising one of my knees. He grinned, and said, with inborn galantry, that I made him very happy, and then asked if he could do anything else to give me more ease. I smiled at him and said:
"Davy, you are a good boy, and you can see how much I trust you in having you by me when I sleep," and closing my eyes I continued:
"Yes, there is one thing more I think you could do for me. and which I am too lazy to do myself, and that is to take off my garters-they feel very tight now that I am so warm."
Davy almost bounded at the word, and quick as thought his trembling hands were fumbling about my knees while I pretended to be more than half asleep and totally unmindful of his manoeuvres. My garters were fastened above my knees, and the heat, I suppose, had caused my thighs to swell, for he seemed to find considerable difficulty in opening the buckles. At last, with much lifting of my skirt to see what he was doing-and perhaps something more besides-he succeeded with the leg that was raised, but the other he had to lift himself to facilitate the operation. He stooped a good deal, and in raising my leg he managed to separate my thighs. I was conscious that he was gazing up most intently, but I lay quite motionless, as if overpowered with sleep. Meanwhile, having removed the garters he continued touching and softly pressing try thighs, first on the outside and then the inner parts, gradually lifting my dress more and more. He now bent forward until his head was almost between my thighs and I heard him sniffing as if he was enjoying that subtle perfume which exhales from the cunt of every healthy woman, no matter how clean she is in her habits or how particular she may be in keeping her private parts nice and sweet. I could almost hear his heart beating as his trembling fingers approached the hairy chink that was now the great object of his desire, and which lay so temptingly within easy reach.
At last his fingers touched the cuter edges of the lips: as he perceived no shrinking from his touch he let his hand rest lightly on the soft, pouting ridges, and looking up he attentively scanned the features of my face.
At first a slight twitching at the corners of my mouth seemed to alarm him. But I quickly brought the refractory muscles under control, and the symptoms of heavy sleep prevailed; so he ventured again to investigate the object of his special interest and desire. He pushed his fingers in between the lips, and at the same time in the gentlest manner he spread my thighs a little further apart. His head bent forward as if irresistibly drawn towards the magic spot. His breath stirred the hair that grew around it. He kissed the lips. His protruding tongue entered and played around the soft recess.
My nerves began to tingle and my clitoris to swell. To remain quiet any longer was impossible, I stirred and he started up, covered with confusion. To reassure him I said in my blandest tone: "Oh, Davy, I have had such a pleasant dream. I dreamed I was once more a child bathing with my nurse, and that, she was kissing me all over."
Then, glancing down, I continued: "But, Davy, I am sure you must have been looking at me and touching me somewhere-did you mistake me for your sweetheart?"
"No, Missy. Davy have no sweetheart. He love nobody but Missy herself. Oh, Missy, when I take off your garters I forced to look up, and I did see something-the very opening of heaven did shine out between your lovely thighs. Oh, Missy, it too much for poor Davy. If you no let him see again, he die; that sure!"
"Ah, Davy, I fear you are a foolish boy. However. I would not wish you to die; yet if I let you look again you might boast of it to somebody, and that would make me sorry for being kind to you and trusting you so much."
"Sweet Missy, you may trust Davy, he die sooner than make you unhappy!"
"Well, then, Davy, to show you how much I trust you, you may take one peep-but only one, mind you."
In a moment my dress was lifted up, my thighs widely spread and Davy's head and shoulders between them. He darted at my cunt like some famished animal at its prey. He kissed the lips and rubbed his nose in the slit in between. Then, thrusting in his tongue, he licked all the inside and up the passage as far as he could reach.
This tasting of love, as pleasing to me as it was ravishing to him, only whetted his appetite and increased my excitement. He looked up again, and now his eyes seemed actually ablaze with amorous fire as he exclaimed : "Oh, Missy, your sweet cunt is as juicy as a melon and hot like a baked yam. It surely long for its-friend. Oh, look at him, darling Missy. Don't be angry with poor Davy," he pleaded. as he pulled out a fine black tool of goodly size, stiff and throbbing, and pushing it towards me he said: "Feel it, Missy," for he saw the look of interest with which I regarded it.
It pulsed as I felt it, and gave a jerk, as if electrified my by touch. He now leant over me, and with a most entreating look, said: "Darling Missy, won't you let him in? He fill you with love and delight!"
"Well, Davy, I can hardly refuse you, now that I have let you go so far; but first see that the door is bolted securely. Now let down your pantaloons, or take them off altogether, that will be better-it is so warm!"
He obeyed with the utmost alacrity, and presenting to view fine muscular legs and shapely buttocks as he stooped over me and gently drew me across the couch.
I twisted my body into such a position as would afford my dear Charlies the fullest and most exciting view of the whole business. I smiled towards him, as I could just distinguish his face through the slightly open door. The room inside had been darkened for our purpose, but I could see that he was nodding approval and rubbing his prick.
Meanwhile Davy, having raised up my thighs, inserted the point of his weapon in the open sheath prepared for its reception and began to work it back and forth with both skill and effect. Each time he drove it home he grunted, till he reached the climax and I felt a torrent of hot sperm discharged with unusual vigour into my throbbing receptacle.
Davy desired a repetition and I was quite ready for it too! but my thoughts turning to my dear Charlie, I checked him and said: "Not now, Davy, some other time I will call you again. You must really put on your things now and be off to your work-it would never do you know, for anyone to find you here in my boudoir."
He reluctantly obeyed, and getting into his trousers set himself to rights. I then let him kiss me, and after I had promised to let him fuck me again soon, he hastily withdrew. I locked the door after him and turned to meet Charlie, who now entered radiant with smiles and holding him prick in a state of unusual stiffness in his hand.
Enfolding me in his arms, he thanked me for the great pleasure I had afforded him and commended what he called my extraordinary cleverness in conducting the affair in such a natural and satisfactory manner.
"I am glad you liked it, Charlie dear," I said. "And I may tell you that the thought that you were watching and enjoying it too, increased my own pleasure ten-fold. I am now ready, as you see, to give this poor fellow a specially warm reception. Look how red and swollen the lips are-and see what a lot of spunk is trickling down the furrow! Now, pop him in, and he will feel the welcome I have ready for him."
He then revelled as usual in my excited and well-moistened cunt; and after a most enjoyable fuck, accompanied by expressions of fondest endearments, he took his departure.