Bonus story; Sangeeta screws the Lord

This is an appendix to;

The rejection of Sangeeta part 1

The rejection of Sangeeta part 2

"I'm invited to the Chamberlains for the weekend." Privathi told me as we got into bed together one evening. We had to share, because I only had one in my little London flat. Not that I minded sharing. Besides, since I'd told Harry to stuff it and Privathi had moved in, she'd been covering the rent.

"You mean lord and lady Chamberlain?" I asked.

"You know them?"

"No, but I've heard stories." I said.

  "I'm invited for the weekend at their country house."

"You mean the huge house full of antiques and servants?"

"Yes, that one. I don't really feel like going though."

She ran her hand up my belly under the quilt. It was cold in the bedroom, and it felt nice.

"I'd love to spend a weekend in a real country house." I said.

Privathi snuggled close, and kissed my neck softly. "Then we'll go together." She said.

We drove up in Privathi's little Mercedes.

The house was incredible, I couldn't believe anyone could afford to keep a place like that.

An old man in a suit came out to the car, and I thought it was the butler at first. Lucky I didn't ask him to take my bag, because it was in fact, Lord Chamberlain.

"Hello Privathi my love, how are you?" he said, giving her a big hug and kiss. "And who's this?" he asked, indicating me.

"This is my new girlfriend Sangeeta, I've left Henry and I'm living with her now."

"Oh I see. Well that's just splendid." He said, offering me his hand. When I gave it to him, he lifted it, bowed a little, and kissed the back, like a character in a period movie.

"Amrita is in the east wing drawing room. You know where it is, don't you?"

"Sure" Privathi said.

"Please forgive me, the place runs on a skeleton staff on weekends. Inconvenient sometimes but better for privacy you know. Besides, they expect double pay for weekends nowadays."

"You should show Sangeeta the house." Privathi suggested.

"Of course, yes; the tour." He said. "Everyone wants to see the house. Built in the early eighteen hundreds for the most part, although the north annex was added more recently, before the great war. The first Lord Chamberlain made his money in India, railways you know. Isn't that where you're from?"

We were walking up the front steps, which had more square meters than my flat.

"I'm from Manchester." I told him.

He laughed loudly; "Manchester! Of course, Manchester. Never been there. Been to India once or twice, but never Manchester."

We walked through halls and corridors, through huge rooms and small doorways that lead to small corridors hidden in the walls.

"For the servants, clever design." He said, "Used to have a staff of a hundred and fifty in the old days, slipping in and out."

I was getting a little dizzy; all those stairs, floors, rooms. Many were empty, clean but empty. Lots were still used, some were looking a bit shabby, but most of the place was still maintained.

It was my fantasy; real wealth. And this busy man hurrying me along owned it.

"Are you really a Lord?" I asked him.

"Oh yes, whole kit and caboodle." He said, "Have to sit in the upper house and listen to all that drivel, generally just vote the party line, too much to read otherwise, no time left for the estate.

"Still have most of the ancestral land, but doesn't make much income these days, not much money in farming anymore you know. Great view from here."

I looked out the window; there were rolling green hills to the horizon, horses and cattle grazing.

"It's beautiful." I said.

"Not as beautiful as you." He said.

"Are you making a pass at me?" I asked.

"Why yes, I am actually. Haven't got much hope I know, but a man has to try. Optimism is what keeps me alive."

I laughed, he was funny.

"I'll show you the tower for a kiss." He offered.

"What kind of kiss?" I countered.

"A good solid kiss." He said.

He was a good looking man, despite his age. And fooling around with a genuine British Lord and multimillionaire was on my things to do list.

"Just a kiss?" I asked.

"That's all I ask." He said.

"Alright then." I said.

He opened his arms and I stepped in. I took a belt loop in a finger of each hand and pulled our hips together. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight, squeezing my breasts against his chest.

I really didn't fancy him for more than the kiss; I love to flirt, flash a little leg, that sort of thing. I don't mind a friendly little snog in the corner either, especially when I'm single. That doesn't mean I want to go to bed though.

Anyway, there I was in the arms of a Lord in his castle. Not bad for a fatherless Asian girl, good fun.

He kissed me; softly at first. He brushed his nose across my cheek and bit my ear gently, then ran his tongue around the outside, then around the inside. I had to giggle, but I didn't pull away. He poked his tongue in there, and I had to laugh, but I still held on. I wanted to see what else the old guy would try to get away with.

He kissed my neck, and I lifted my head so he could kiss my throat. I like that. Then he came back to my mouth and took my upper lip in his teeth, chewing carefully. Then he slid his tongue in, between my upper lip and gum, brushing it from side to side.

I was getting all tingly by then. This was more than a kiss; it was more like oral / oral sex. Very naughty, and I knew I should have stopped him, but I didn't.

He was a Lord! So he was old and married, you can't have everything. He was as close to a prince as I was ever likely to snog with, so I just let it go on a little longer.

I tilted my head back and opened my mouth for more. It felt nice in his arms.

I could tell he was a strong man as I pulled against him, soft on the outside but firm just under the skin. I let my thigh push between his legs, and I could feel a nice stiff eager rod in his trousers.

A girl likes to know she's wanted you know, especially by a man like that. I relaxed and just enjoyed myself, letting him do his thing.

But I was conflicted, which wasn't normal for me. This was the kind of thing I usually really enjoyed; getting naughty with an inappropriate man. He was SO rich! Not many lords still have money you know. Most just have their titles and that's about it.

He was much older than Harry, much more wealthy... and just as married.

But here I was, pinned against the castle wall with the lord's tongue in my throat and his stiff member quite noticeable against my leg.

I just wanted to have a good time, but I kept thinking of Joey. What would he think if he could see me now, acting the tart with this fossil of a man?

Lord Chamberlain held my head tightly and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked hard, concentrating of the here and now. I'd made my decision, I'd left America and my hot car mechanic. I was here with a very wealthy, very powerful man, the kind of bloke I'd always wanted to have a go with.

He pulled away from me.

"Great god girl! You're trying to eat me alive!" he exclaimed.

"It was in self defense." I countered.  

He glanced out the window. "Say, do you like to ride?"

"I love it!" I told him, before I saw that he was looking out at Privathi and another woman riding off across the field below.

"Oh, you mean ride horses." I said.

"I tell you what, we have some time before tea." He said, "Let's slip into the bedroom across the hall."

"I thought you were going to show me the tower."

"What? Oh that. Steep stairs, dirty little crow's nest on top. Not worth the bother."

The room we went into instead was one of the guest bedrooms, all made up but kind of sterile, with nothing personal added.

"You've been walking for ages in those shoes, your feet must be killing you." He said.

"I'm used to it, I haven't worn flat shoes for years." I told him.

"Nonsense, take them off and let me rub your feet, hmmm?"

Well, that was why I'd come here, really. I had mixed feelings about going through with it now, but it seemed stupid to miss the chance. Doing it with a guy like this in a place like this was a long time fantasy of mine.

"Oh. Alright.

I sat on the bed and took my pumps off, then put my fingers under my skirt and rolled down my stockings and took them off, one leg at a time.

"Make yourself comfortable." He gloated as I sat against the headboard and put a foot in his lap.

I like getting massaged, but most blokes just want to fondle my female parts. Lord Chamberlain massaged my feet for a long time, working each toe, the arches and bridge, and then the ankle.

It really was nice, he moved up to my calves and knees.

"That's a fabulous dress you're wearing." He said.

"Thank you."

"But tell me, how does it come off? Do you have to unlace the whole thing each time?"

"Oh no, the laces just adjust the fit. It's elasticized, it just peels off."

"Not difficult then?"

"Not at all." I laughed.

Then I decided I'd have him. After all, he was a lord. "I could show you if you like."

"Would you mind terribly? I would really appreciate it if you did." He said amiably.

I got out of the big bed, and stood on a nice oriental carpet as I slowly peeled the dress up over my head.

"Well, that's quite efficient." The horny old man said as I got back into bed with him.

"Yes, it is rather, isn't it?"  I laughed, lying down half on top of him.  He ran his hand across my naked back, down to my bum and back up again to my shoulder.  I put my hands on his face and ran my tongue across his lips.  My thigh was lying between his legs, and I could feel his hard cock.

I was sure he'd help me get Joey out of my mind.

We snogged for a while, then he got up and massaged my back and shoulders.  He took his clothes off and sat on my thighs, with his cock nestled between my ass cheeks as he rubbed my back some more while slowly rubbing his willy in my crack.

I really enjoyed the way he took his time, in no hurry at all.  I guess that comes with owning a castle and being a Lord; he was pretty confident we wouldn't be interrupted, that I wouldn't change my mind, or that anything would stop him from doing what we both wanted to do.

He lifted himself up, and I rolled over.  I looked up at him as he sat back on my thighs, his cock sticking up into the air.  I took it in my hand and stroked it as he leaned forward to run his fingertips across my breasts.

He was a good-looking but older man, the kind I usually ended up with it seemed.  The kind of wealthy man who would go for a cheap young tart like me.

He lifted himself up onto his knees, and put his hands on the elastic of my panties.  I lifted my bum while he pulled them off, and we were both completely naked but for some jewelry; my earrings and his signet ring.

I spread my legs, but he still wasn't ready to fuck me. He lowered his face down, and gave me a good long tongue lashing first.

And I thought the foot massage was nice! I tell you, Lord Chamberlain was a bloke who knew his way around a girl's private parts. Experienced you could say. He lapped away, kissing and sucking from time to time for variety. I ran my fingers through his thin grey hair and watched; he was just lovely from that angle.

His old face looked completely pasty between my brown thighs, and his deepset eyes were shining at me as he did his thing there. I kept thinking how wealthy he was, I couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to be his girlfriend; I'd live here in the big house, and he'd come to my room when he wanted some, and I'd make the old guy come back for more!

His tongue lashed at my clit, and I had to come. I squeezed his head against my crotch, and his naughty tongue never stopped until I was through.

He pulled a condom from a bedside drawer; I wondered if every bedroom in the place had them, like bibles in hotels.

"Allow me." I said, and took it from him.

"You are just the sweetest thing." He said as I rolled it down his stiff member.

He was medium sized and uncircumcised. I rubbed it as I lay back onto the bed and lifted my knees.

He put his cock against me, and pushed it in.

"Ooh, that feels nice." I said approvingly, putting my hands around his shoulders.

"It feels pretty good to me too!"  He said, holding himself in there for a moment.

I wish I could describe what it feels like to have a warm solid cock deep inside my body.  It feels completely comfortable, yet frightening.  It's beautiful, but horrible.  I like it a lot.

Lord Chamberlain began to give it to me, and it was really very nice.

I'm not bothered by a blokes age; it doesn't have much to do with how a man is in bed.  And in my experience, older men are much more fun to go out with.  They tend to know how to treat a young woman.

Lord Chamberlain wouldn't be taking me out to any cheap bars or greasy diners.

Of course, he wouldn't be taking me out at all.  A man like him couldn't be seen with someone like me.  It would make the newspapers.

Anyway, his house was so fabulous, I didn't mind.  There were so many rooms, no one would find us.  Here in our little corner of the great house, the old Lord could give me a good seeing to.

Young guys are stronger, and they have better skin.  But mostly they come too soon. I like it to last a while.

Joey was different, but I knew it was only because he hadn't known me for a very long.  In the beginning of a relationship, a young guy is so horny for a pretty girl like me, that he can get it up again.  But after some months, it will become drab.  Then he'll notice that I'm a cheap tart, and I'll notice that he's basically useless.  It's much better to get out before that happens, I was thinking; it was good I left Joey while we were still hot, before it got old.

Lord Chamberlain was doing well; he was in rude health.  I held on tight, pushing against his cock, squeezing it with my vaginal muscles.  It had been two or three hours since that first kiss by the window, and I was having fun.

"Come with me."  I whispered in his ear, pushing hard.

"I can't refuse a request from a lady." He wheezed.

"Oh yes!" I grunted, as I felt my climax.

He ejaculated soon after; the old lord shivering and coming, both of us holding tight, my hands on his tight old ass and his behind my shoulders.

And then it was over. The old man relaxed on top of me, his weight settling onto my hips and breasts, his cock still in me.

"That was wonderful, it's really hit the spot."  I told him, stroking his back.

"Thank you my dear, I must say you're quite the tigress."

He kissed me, lifting his weight on his elbows and knees as his cock shrank inside me.

I didn't want him to get up and pull out, but at the same time I didn't want him on top of me anymore.  What was I doing with him?  I suddenly regretted everything.  I felt claustrophobic, I had to get out of there, out from under the old man, out of his bed, out of his house!

But I calmed myself, forcing myself to relax.  This was just normal first-time jitters, getting used to a new lover, trying to forget the old one.

I'd never felt that way with Joey though. I was happy to lie with him all night, hard or soft.

I pushed him away from my consciousness again, and worked on thinking good thoughts about the man on top of me, who had just given me such good service.

I kissed him, and ran my fingers through his thin gray hair. He was alright, I was the one with the problem.

He pulled out and rolled over, leaving me cold and damp between my thighs.  I put my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me, stroking my breast with his other hand.

I started thinking of Joey again. I tried to stop, but I couldn't.

Where was he right now? Had he found someone else? What would he think if he could see me here in bed with this married old man? Why was I here, instead of in America, in his grotty little basement room?

I started to cry.

"There there, what's the matter?" lord Chamberlain asked kindly, stroking my head.

"I'm sorry, it's nothing." I said. "I've just broken up with someone, and I'm a bit of a mess."

"Are you in love?" he asked.

"I guess I am." I admitted.

"So why are you here with me then?" he asked.

"Trying to forget him." I said.

We had a nice talk, as he stroked my body and I lay on his shoulder. It was a strange thing to have pillow talk with one man about another.

We heard a yapping little bark outside the door, which then opened. A little dog ran into the room and jumped up onto the bed excitedly.

In the doorway stood lady Chamberlain.

"What ARE you doing?" she demanded of her husband.

"Nothing, just seeing to our guest." He said.

"Well it's nearly tea time." She replied, a little angry. "Go get cleaned up and dressed."

"Yes dear." He grumbled, "Damn dog, can't hide anywhere."

She was a striking woman. Tall and fit, a great mane of grey/white hair cascading across her shoulders, but a face that didn't look older than 45 or so. She sat down on the edge of the bed as her husband heaved himself up. I was feeling a little self conscious, I was uncovered while she was fully dressed in jeans, boots, and a button down shirt. She smelled slightly of sweat and horses.

"You are a pretty girl." She said.

"Thanks." I answered.

"Do you swing both ways?" she asked, running her finger down the inside of my thigh.

"I'm not sure." I admitted.

She laughed; "Well, we can find out later. Come on, let's get you dressed. We have some friends coming by for tea, then we can get to know each other later on."

I wasn't really interested in "getting to know" her, but I went with her to her room, which turned out to be a fairly long way.

"If I knew we were going on such a long journey, I would have put some clothes on." I told her.

"You look fine naked." She said. "Here we are."

She lent me some "decent" clothes. A designer dress that covered more than I usually bothered with, and some jewelry that I knew would be heartbreaking to return. Real stuff, not the rubbish I normally wore.

There were about 12 people for tea, including my ex boyfriend Harry, his wife, and 17 year old son.

I felt glorious; he kept staring at me whenever no one was looking, but I ignored him and flirted with his son for a laugh. The poor boy had to clamp his hardon between his thighs, and I never even touched him.

It was a great weekend, but I knew that like the jewels and clothes, none of it belonged to me. They were generous because I was sexy and exotic, but it was best to leave before my welcome ran out.

Besides, I wasn't really interested in spending another night with Lady Chamberlain. She's a good kisser, but she snores.