The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance (16 page)

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 shuddering 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.