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This is another erotic story set  in the fictional
eighteenth century land of Kalimari.   Any similarity
to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.  
The story is for the pleasure of the audience.  Any
reprinting or publication without the express
permission of the commissioner is prohibited.  No
animals died in writing this story. Constructive
feedback is appreciated, if only to confirm that
someone actually read this.
Enjoy.
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 Lucia, the Duchess of Fettuccine leaned across the
table.  The family was having an intimate, but formal
dinner.
"Lord William, I would thank you not to flirt with my
servants."
William was her husband's youngest brother.  As the
youngest son of the late Duke, he did not have a
hereditary title, so addressing him as lord was
honorary.  William had been resting his hand on the
attractive maid's thigh.  The Duchess was not angry,
just firm.  Flirting with servants was not allowed.
He answered,  "I am sorry, your grace.  I was just
getting acquainted with your attractive wench."
"If the maids see that they can get away with
something, they become insolent and fail to learn
their place.  You should have a wife or a harem slave
for that sort of thing."
"As you know, your grace, I have neither."
Richard, the Duke commented, "You should get one, or
both."
His brother replied, "I don't need a wife because I
have neither land nor title to protect.  I don't want
a slave, because I do not believe in taking a woman
against her will.  I wouldn't even go to a brothel
slave unless I was desperate. I learned that from our
dear mother."
William was his mother's son, whereas his brothers
were their father's.  He was several years younger
than his brothers.   His brothers had gone the army
academy, and had careers in the army and royal court,
but William was kept at home to tend to his mother. 
The Duke said, "We need harems because they are
vehicles of power.  I can use my slaves to reward
other courtiers in following instructions from the
King.  I can also donate them to nobles who are
especially generous in their contributions to the
state."
William said, "Exactly.  You are one of the King's
chief ministers.  You need the slaves.   But I am not
a courtier.  Every thing I do is for your benefit
only."
William's other brother, Francis, the Count of Osta
Buca, commented, "I had harem slaves, but my lovely
wife urged me to surrender all but one of them to the
Duke. The only one I am keeping is Pina, whom I have
had for many years from the army, and is too old for
service to the Duke.  They would not be appropriate
when we move to our country villa."
William's other sister-in-law, Lenore, the Countess of
Osta Buca, asked, "Don't you want a wife for love and
companionship?"
William replied, "I get love and companionship from
the many willing wenches whom I encounter on my
travels.  I travel too much in my service to the Duke,
in maintaining his estates at Fettuccine and Tiramisu.
  I do not want the responsibility of a wife."
"What about children?"  the Countess asked.
"Children are to protect your lands and title, and to
provide for care in case of illness.   As I said, I
have no title, and money is sufficient to provide for
care."
Richard, the Duke, rose from the table.   "Brothers,
we need to take this dispute across the square to my
slaves.  We can see what we can do for William and his
land and title."
They went to the Duke's harem.  First they changed
from street clothes into simple robes.  When they
entered to principal room of the harem, Richard
announced,
"Girls, these are my brothers.  My youngest brother,
William has announced that he would not take a woman
against her will.  Who is willing to be with William?"
To the men's surprise, all the harem slaves
volunteered.  The harem had a dozen slaves, including
the two that Francis had recently donated.   Although
Richard was wealthy, he could not maintain twelve
slaves indefinitely.  He would have to give a few
away.  The girls liked being in Richard's harem
because they were well treated and the work was easy. 
Who knew how they might be treated somewhere else?  
Therefore, each wanted to maintain her place.  Only
Claudia, Richard's first slave and now the harem
mistress, felt secure.  
All the harem slaves except Claudia were entirely
naked, except each wore a necklace, bracelets, and
anklets.  Their hair on their heads and their vaginas
were cut short.  Four had rings in their nipples, and
one even had rings in her labia.   They girls eyed
William appreciatively.   He was younger than the
Duke, handsome, and presumably, stronger and more
potent.   Giving and receiving good sex was what they
did in life.  
William looked them over.
He said, "I'll take that one for the night."  He
indicated a slim brunette named Gina.   Her breasts
might be considered large, but she was the smallest
and least voluptuous in the harem.  William was
attracted to her because she seemed natural and well
proportioned.  
However, the Duke interjected, "Gina, are you
completely willing to have sex with William?"
"Yes, master."
He turned to William, "You may have her, but you
cannot take her out of the harem room.  You may also
choose another girl if you want."
William replied, "Gina, you choose another girl."
"I want Inga," Gina said.  Inga was the only tall
blonde in the harem.
Inga walked over and gave Gina a big kiss.   William
led both to a seat near the back wall, and sat between
them.  He placed one hand on Gina's breast and one on
Inga's.  He fondled them both.
"Let's watch the show first," Gina said.   
William's brothers were playing with the harem slaves.

Francis was less fastidious about a girl's consent or
comfort.  He was surrendering his slaves to please his
wife, whom he loved, not because did not want them.  
He seized, Java, one of slaves in nipple chains, and
tied her chest by the chains to a table.  He then
grabbed Tamar, the slave in labia chains, and tied her
face up against the other.   He then lowered them so
they were facing his penis.  
"Suck, it, sluts," Francis demanded.  The girls tried
to follow orders. Francis grabbed a whip to strike the
slave tied by her nipples.  She winced every time he
hit her, causing her to pull on her breasts.  He also
pulled on Tamar's labia chains, making her cry out in
pain. 
"I'll hurt you until you suck me really good," Francis
ordered.  That caused the girls to increase their
efforts.  Because their hands were free, they took
Francis's penis, and moved it back and forth between
them.  It expanded to full volume, making Francis feel
terrific.  As his pleasure increased, he lost interest
in torturing the slaves.  He let himself enjoy the
treatment he was getting.  
His pleasure was increasing too fast.   He pulled out
of the two mouths, and moved behind Java.  He inserted
a finger in her cunt.  He then inserted a finger on
Tamar's labia chains, causing her to cry out, but not
in pain.  Tamar found the pain and the pull on the
chains sexually stimulating.   Francis jammed his
prick into Java, at the same time pulling on the
chains.   He found a hard tool that he inserted into
her slit between the chains.
Francis, Java, and Tamar increased their excitement. 
They grunted, even though the women could not move.  
"Make me cum, master," Java demanded.
"I want to cum, too," grunted Tamar.
"You will cum when I'm ready to let you," Francis
replied.
He continued to thrust into the slaves.   They were
perspiring with effort.  Francis felt his balls fill
up.  
"I'm going to cum now!" he yelled.
"Me too!" yelled the slaves, in unison.
Francis pulled out of Java and positioned his rod in
front of Tamar.  She grabbed it as his seed came
spurting out.  He directed at Tamar's mouth, and then
let it cover Java.   
Soon, they were both bathed in sticky semen.  
	Francis untied to slaves.   
	"Clean yourselves off, and we'll see what else we can
do."
	Richard found himself with six girls vying for his
attention.   Two grabbed his penis, and two others
pushed against him with their breasts, and two tried
to kiss him.  He pushed them all away.  
	He said, "You are going to kneel here, and each of
you will take a turn licking and sucking my prick. 
But you are not allowed to bring me off, yet."
	The slaves lined up in a row.  He positioned them so
William could watch.  He moved down the line, giving
each slave a chance to lick at him.  By the time he
reached to last one, Magda, he was hard and excited. 
Magda had belonged to Francis.  He wanted to give her
a try.  
	He ordered, "Magda, lean against the table,"
	She knew what he wanted and was eager to comply.  He
thrust into her from behind, taking her like an
animal.  
	"Fuck me, bitch," he demanded.
	He moved in her roughly, pulling on her tits to set
her pace.  Soon she was moaning with pleasure.   His
pelvis slapped against her ass.  Magda lost
consciousness of everything except the pleasure that
was covering her body.   She screamed with orgasmic
delight.   He continued to thrust into her, until both
their bodies were burning.   Suddenly, his fire was
extinguished with a powerful flow.  His liquid fire
also extinguished hers.
	He pulled out of Magda, but did not even kiss her. 
Instead, he ordered another slave to clean him off,
and get him something to drink.
	William, Gina and Inga were very excited by the
sexual display by his two brothers.   William's penis
expanded, just watching.   Inga leaned over to play
with his prick, while he placed a hand on Gina's slit.
	He pushed Gina onto her back, and put his head
between her legs.
	He said, "Inga, get me ready, while I get Gina
ready."
	He placed a finger in Gina's slit, while licking her
clitoris.  Gina was soon moaning, squirming her body
against his face.  He could feel Gina getting so
excited, she was almost ready to cum.   Therefore, he
reduced his efforts.
	"What is the matter, master?"  Gina uttered.
	"You are not ready, yet."
	"But I am ready."
	"Not yet."
	In the meanwhile, Inga was sucking and licking him in
a wonderful way.  He did not want to deprive her of
her reward.
	He instructed, "Inga, sit on Gina's face while I fuck
her."
	He eased his tool into Gina's cunt, while Inga
lowered her pussy on Gina's lips.  Gina had hoped he
would order this.  That is why she chose Inga in the
first place.  
	Gina said, gritting her teeth. "Oh master, fuck me as
hard as you can, while I do Inga."
	William tried to comply.  He had no trouble ramming
Gina all the way.  He then reached up for Inga's tits,
using them to bounce her off Gina's face.  He tried to
move Gina and Inga at the same time.   Gina tried to
cry out, but Inga's pussy muffled her mouth.   He
increased their speed.  Soon they were a blur of
writhing bodies.  
	"Let's cum together," William instructed.
	"Yes!" replied Inga.
	Gina said yes, but no one could hear her.
	Their bodies convulsed in a spasm of pleasure. 
William pushed Inga until she was lying next to her
friend.  He let his sperm drench their tits, as each
tried to sit up and drink some of it. 
	When he sat up, William noticed that both his
brothers had donned their robes.  
	"Are we leaving soon?" he asked.
	Francis replied, "Yes, soon.  But don't rush."
	Being told by the Duke of Fettuccine and Tiramisu not
to rush was enough to make William rush.   He kissed
both Inga and Gina.  
	"We should to that again soon, if the Duke permits."
	"I would like that," said Gina.
	"Me too," added Inga.
	As they were about to leave, the Duke said to
William, "You may have Gina if you wish.  You deserve
her for all they service you have done for me. "
	"I like Gina, and I'd like to have a woman dedicated
just to me.   But, no, thank you, your grace.  I
wouldn't know where to keep her or how to support her.
 I would want to give her freedom."
	"She has been a slave all her life.  She would not
know what to do if you gave to her her freedom.  She
might end up as a brothel whore, and you would not
want that.   Besides, you could keep her in one of the
ducal palaces.  They are at least half empty, now. 
I'm sure you have enough money to support her. " 
	"You're right.  I would not want her to become a
brothel whore.  But I'd want her to dress like a
normal woman, with normal hair, and not walk around
naked wearing just a necklace."
	"For that, you would have to educate her yourself."  
	William agreed to think about Richard's offer.   But
by the time he agreed to accept Gina, the Duke had
already given her to someone else who had done service
for the king.  
	William's primary task was to administer the Duke's
estates.  The estates covered many districts, so
considerable travel was required.   His jobs entailed
collecting a considerable rent, appointing
administrators and judges, and protecting the
interests of the Duke and the King.  As one of the
King's ministers, the Duke rarely visited the estates
himself.  The people knew that he was only the Duke's
brother, but they accorded him almost as much respect
as the Duke himself. 
	Because of the money and power involved, the Duke
needed a man he could trust.  For a while, his agent
was his other brother, Francis.  But Francis wanted to
assume his own title and estates.  William was even
better an agent than Francis, because he was less
ambitious, which made him less corruptible.   Often he
would be offered money or a woman to influence a
decision.  He would accept the woman only if she was
free, willing and pretty, which was often not the
case.  He would accept the money, but give it to the
poor.  He never let such gifts influence him.   
	About a week after the night he spent with his
brother's slaves, William returned to Fettuccine.  He
reviewed the accounts and spoke with other landlords
and tenants about various activities.   He was there
several weeks, when a young peasant approached him.
	He said, "My lord, may I have the honor of talking to
your lordship?"
	"Of course."
	"I want your lordship's permission to marry Maria,
the girl standing over there."
	William summoned the pretty girl to him.
	"My dear, do you want to marry this man?"
	"Yes, your lordship, but I can't."
	"We are too poor.  I don't have a dowry."
	"What you do with a dowry?"
	"Patrick has some land.  If we had money, we could
buy a few cows, even some chickens.  Then we would be
all set."
	"Do you want me to provide you with a dowry?"
	"Yes, my lord, very much."
	"If I do that for you, would you do something for
me?"
	"Yes, my lord."
	"What would you do?"
	Maria leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Many
girls say you would want me to spend the night with
you,"
	"Yes, I would like that."
	"Only if you promise to treat me like a lady."
	"For the night, you will be the lady of this house."
	Maria stepped back, smiling broadly. 
	She said, "What do we have to do, my lord."
	"Declare your marriage to your whole village.   Then
come to see me."
	At 17, Maria was young for a peasant girl to marry.  
Most worked for many years in order to earn a dowry. 
Only a pretty girl with a young and generous landlord
could do what Maria wanted to do. 
	An ample dowry would give a peasant girl much greater
control over whom she could marry.  Marriage was
primarily an economic arrangement.   Love and sexual
attraction were considered to be good, but were viewed
as too fragile for a marriage without an economic
foundation
	The right of the first night, where the lord may bed
the bride of a peasant, disappeared with the abolition
of serfdom, several generations earlier. 
Nevertheless, many peasant girls felt honored by the
lord's attention, and enjoyed the luxury of a night
living like a lady before settling down to the
drudgery of a peasant's wife.   Some even believed
that spending the night with the lord might produce
stronger children.
	A week later, Patrick and Maria came to see him in
the palace.   William arranged for Patrick to spend
the night with a prostitute.  He then took Maria into
the dinning room.   He served her the most delicious
meat and fish she had ever tasted.  She drank so much
wine that William had to warn her against getting
sick.  She enjoyed the feast. 
	After downing their last cup of wine, William offered
his hand, saying,  "Come my dear.   The night is still
young."
	He led her to his bedroom.  He kissed her softly on
the cheek.   She sighed, softly. 
	He said, "You are very pretty.   Patrick is lucky to
have you."
	Her blush was strong enough to be seen by
candlelight.  
	He said, "Take off your gown, so I can admire your
beauty."
	Maria had a pretty round face, but she was too chubby
to be beautiful.  William paid her the complement
because he sincerely wanted her to feel good about
herself.
	She blushed again as she undid her stays, until she
was just wearing her petticoat. She involuntarily
covered her breasts with her arms.   He took her arms
and moved them to her sides.   He stood back, admiring
her some more.   He suddenly grabbed her, kissing her
passionately. 
	He then pulled back, saying, "I'm sorry.  I promised
to treat you like a lady.  You may leave now, and
nothing will happen to you.  If you stay, you must do
as I say."
	"I'll stay, my lord.  You can do what ever you want
with me," she said softly.  She had heard from other
women that those who stay the night with Lord William
might have a thrilling time, and that he knew ways to
pleasure a woman's body.
	"Good.  Let me remove my outer clothing, so we can
get into the bed."
	He stripped down to his under clothes, and snuffed
out most of the candles.   He led her to the bed, and
urged her to lie down.  He then climbed in next to
her.  He put his arms around her and leaned up to kiss
her.  He covered her face and neck in kisses.   He put
his hands on her breasts, fondling them through the
thin cloth of the petticoat. She sighed as her nipples
responded.
	"Are you enjoying this, Maria?" he asked.
	"Yes, my lord, very much."
	He touched her chest and stomach through the
petticoat.  He then moved his hands to her legs, until
he massaged her thighs.  She inhaled sharply as he
moved his hand up her thighs, pulling the petticoat
up.   He reached her hips, letting his hand roam over
them.   
	Finally, he reached her slit.  Again she inhaled as
she felt his hand reach the outer edges of her labia. 
He moved slowly, letting the tension build.  He moved
down so he could see her pussy in the dim candlelight.
 He found her clitoris with his finger.  She almost
jumped, as began to rub it.   He inserted one finger,
then another, and another in her hot pussy.  She
moaned and closed her eyes.
	"I must have you, now, my dear," he uttered.
	He loosened his underclothes, to release his prick.  

	"Open you legs as wide as comfortable," he
instructed.
	He climbed on top of her.  He eased his prick slowly,
not wanting to hurt or frighten her.  She let out a
sharp cry as her tight virgin pussy expanded to
accommodate him. 
	"Did I hurt you, my dear?"
	"Only a bit, my lord."
	"Good.   It is too late to stop."
	"Don't stop, my lord, " she said breathlessly.
	He did not stop.  He moved slowly but steadily inside
her.  He wanted her to cum before he did. She clung to
his back.  She cried and moaned as he moved faster. 
She felt her tummy getting tighter.   Suddenly, she
snapped like a rope, letting waves of pleasure pour
over her pelvis.   When William felt her cum, he
increased his pace.  The pressure of her tight pussy
made his prick burn.   He knew that he was also close.
 
	His dam burst with a flood of cum.   He made no
effort to pull out to avoid getting her pregnant. 
Instead he pumped at her repeatedly, letting jets of
semen fill her vagina.
	Only when he was thoroughly empty did he withdraw and
lie next to her.   Maria was still breathing heavily. 
It took almost a minute for her to relax.
	"I really enjoyed being with you, Maria."
	"I liked it, too, my lord."
	He got up to use the chamber pot and washrag.   She
did the same.
	"May I use the rag on my pussy?    It is a bit sore."
	"Of course, my dear."
	She came back to the bed.  He held her close.
	"Let's go to sleep, Maria," he said.
	They were still lying together when they awoke the
next morning.  They each got up to use the chamber
pot.  Before she could return to the bed, he said,
"Maria, take off your petticoat.  I want to see your
true beauty by the window light." 
	When she did so, he stood up to admire and fondle her
breasts.  He held her tight, thrusting his pelvis at
her.
	"I must have you again, bare skin to skin," he urged.

	He pulled off his underclothes and pushed her onto
the bed.  This time he was more insistent.   He
furiously licked her chest.   He played with her
pussy, almost mauling it.   She was frightened but
excited by his urgency.   
	"I must have you now," he demanded.
	"Take me, my lord."
	He moved inside her more forcefully than before.  
She liked his passion, and tried to respond.  
	"Ooh! My lord.  You are making me feel so good."  She
said, moaning.
	He played with her tits as he pounded into her.  She
went wild.  Her mouth opened to scream, but no sounds
came out.  Instead, she just gasped for breath as her
body seized with orgasmic vibrations.  He continued to
pulse in her pussy, until he too felt the fire of a
powerful cum.  
	When he was finished, he climbed off her.  He got out
of bed. 
	He said, "Thank you, Maria.  That was very nice.  
You will find a bag of money that you can use for your
dowry."
	"Thank you, my lord."
	"Let's get dressed and have breakfast.  Patrick can
join us.  You will be a wonderful wife to him."
	Maria wondered if Patrick would be as wonderful a
husband to her. The money was enough to buy several
animals for their farm. 
 William never spent another night with Maria. 
Meeting her a year later, after marriage and pregnancy
had taken their toll on her body, he barely recognized
her. 
Not all of William's relations with pretty wenches end
so casually.
William collected only a modest fee from his duties
administering his brother's estates.  Most of his
income was derived from his minority interest in many
firms that did business with his and other estates. 
These firms processed, sold, and transported the
products of the estates.  William especially developed
wine and olive oil, since these crops could be grown
on the hilly soil around Fettuccine.
Gregory Polenta owned a number of olive presses, and
shipped the oil throughout the kingdom.   William
helped him buy new presses.   Gregory was an old man
who had been married before, but he wanted to marry
Brigit, the pretty daughter of a peasant. Gregory was
willing to accept smaller dowry than usual because he
did not need the money, and Brigit was so pretty, but
her father was too poor to afford any at all.  She
wanted to marry Gregory for financial reasons, so she
turned to William for help.
Gregory admired his wife, but because of the
difference in age, the intimacy between them was
limited.   Those difficulties were exacerbated by
Gregory's tendency to drink too much wine.  Since she
was young and pretty, she turned to William to make up
what was missing in her marriage.
William visited Gregory and Brigit as part of his
regular contacts with his business partners.
William asked Gregory, "How is business?"
"It could be better."
As she served them some stew and wine, Brigit gave
William a sly wink.   She said, "You are always
welcome here, my lord."
When she left the room, Gregory leaned over to whisper
to William,  "May I have the honor of requesting a
favor from you, my lord?"
"What do you need, Gregory."
"I am expecting payment on the 16 barrels of oil I
shipped last month.  Until I receive it, I need some
extra money.   I want to buy my wife some jewels.  She
is so pretty.  She needs it."
All the while, Gregory was pouring wine into his
glass.  
William replied, "I am very fond of Brigit, but you
are too generous.  You should have saved some money
from your last shipments.  And you spend too much
money on wine."
"I know, my lord.  I'll try to do better.  But I still
need 40 talents until I get paid for the oil."
"Very well.  I'll have a clerk draw it up." 
"Than you, my lord." 
William always gave in to Gregory's request, because
it gave him access to Brigit.  Gregory pretended not
to know what William did with Brigit.   That may be
one of the reasons he drank so much wine.
William said, "I should like to pay my respects to
Senora Polenta before I return home."
"Of course, my lord. The maid will show you to her
room."
"Thank you.  I know the way."
William knocked on Brigit's door.
"Who is it?" she demanded.
"Lord William."
"Please come in, my lord."
When he entered, William found Brigit dressed in
nothing but a cloak tied above the bosom.  They
embraced passionately, pressing their groins together.

"I have missed you, my lord." 
"I have missed you too, my sweet."
"Let me see how much you have missed me?"
She reached to feel his growing penis.   
"May I have the honor of seeing it," she said.
"You may.   Please remove my outer clothes."
She unbuttoned his doublet and unbuckled the belt on
his britches.  She hung the clothes on a peg next to
the bed.  She stood in front of him, letting her hand
touch his penis again.  She smiled as it expanded to
her touch.
"You have such a powerful tool.  I want to have it in
me."
"Not yet.  First you have to kiss it."
She knelt on the floor in front of him.  She extracted
his prick from his underclothes, and examined it
carefully.  She slowly began to kiss it, marveling at
its growing size.  It gave her a feeling of power to
realize she could manipulate a noble lord.  She also
knew that eventually she would have the benefit of it.
 
She kissed and licked slowly, making sure that she had
covered its circumference.  William held her head
gently, guiding her.  
"You are doing a wonderful job.  But help me remove
the rest of my clothes.  And then take off your
cloak."
Brigit smiled to herself.   She had achieved her
objective.  After she did his clothes, she tossed her
cloak on a chair.
He said, "You are indeed, beautiful."
She was, and she knew it.   Her recent pregnancy had
enhanced her oval breasts and prominent nipples, but
she had retained the rest of her figure.   She had
light brown hair, and light brown eyes.  She pranced
around the room, displaying herself for her lord.  
"Come here," he ordered.
They embraced again.  
"Turn around," he ordered.
She turned her back to him.  He reached around her to
pull her tits.  She leaned back against him.  He put
another hand in her slit.  She opened her legs wider
to give him access.  William appreciated that Brigit
willingly complied with his sexual adventures. 
"How does that feel?"  he asked.
"It feels wonderful, my lord."
"Lean against the bed."
"Are you going to take me from behind?'
"Yes."
"Good.  I love it that way.  I want your tool deep
inside me."
He easily entered her eager pussy.  She pushed back at
him, enhancing their contact.  Each time he thrust
forward, she pushed back.  He pulled at her tits,
using them for leverage.  The only noises in the room
were his pelvis slapping against her ass.   They were
beyond lust.  They were a male and female searching
for the deepest human connection.   She wailed as she
reached her peak.
"My lord, you are making me die," she screamed.
 He slowed down, but did not stop.  When he resumed
his pace, she wailed again at another peak.  
"Oh my lord, you're doing it to me again!" she
exclaimed
He pinched her tits and pulled her hair, adding to her
excitement.  She felt and thought of nothing except
the glow in her body.  Everything else blocked out.  
After she reached another peak, he slowed again, but
did not stop.  Instead, he rocked inside her slowly.  
"I can't take this much longer, my lord."
"Yes, you can."
She was panting for breath as she screamed through
another orgasm.
"Please release me, my lord."
William decided that he needed release too.  He
increased the pace until he was pounding her like a
hammer.  The pressure in his prick became unbearable. 
He knew he was close.  Suddenly the fire in his penis
gave way to a surge.   
"More.  More.  More," he grunted, squeezing additional
bolts of lightning from his thundering rod.  
"Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed as her body vibrated with
pleasure.  
Finally he relaxed, and she fell forward onto the bed.
 They stayed that way for several minutes.   He then
pulled out and lay beside her.
"I wish I could stay," he said, softly.
"Yes.  My husband might get suspicious."
"He already is suspicious.  Some day we will be able
to spend the entire night together.  You are the
best."
"Thank you, my lord," was all she could say. 
He finally arose, washed and dress.  He kissed her
drowsy body, covered her with the cloak, and left her
immersed in a warm post orgasmic glow.
On the way down stairs, he encountered a maid holding
Brigit's daughter.  He kissed the child sweetly. 
Brigit told everyone else that Gregory was the baby's
father, but she told William that he was. 
That winter, while William was staying in Tiramisu, he
received some bad news.  Gregory was dead.  He was
walking home on an icy road, apparently fell off a
bridge, and drowned in a small stream.  He may have
been drunk.
William went to Fettuccine to comfort Brigit.   She
did not love her husband, but she was still sorry he
died.  They felt that any sexual encounter would be
unseemly.   William got a clerk to examine Gregory's
business and discover how much Brigit would get.   The
clerk determined that although Gregory's assets were
considerable, so were his debts.  Most of the money
was owed to William himself.  Gregory's chief
assistant, Andrew was able to take over the business. 
However, he also wanted to take over Brigit, by
marrying her.  That William would not allow.
He told Brigit, "If you marry Andrew, you would still
owe me the money.  If you come to live with me in
Fettuccine, I will cancel the debt."
Faced with a choice between love and honor, Brigit
chose love,  "I will be happy to move to Fettuccine
with you, my lord.  But what about my baby?"
"Your baby can stay with you at the ducal palace in
Fettuccine.  There is plenty of room.   You will have
the run of the palace.  I am sure the Duke would
approve."
Brigit moved to Fettuccine, as William's mistress. 
On their first night together in the palace, Brigit
asked, "My lord, do you want me to take off my
petticoat?  It's very cold."
"No.  We'll get in the bed to warm up, first.  I'll
keep you warm."
The open-hearth fireplace was fighting a noble battle
against the winter draft.  They pulled the curtains of
the canopy bed.  Once they were under the blankets,
William said, "Let me make you feel good.   We have
all night."
He kissed her face and rubbed her breasts.  Her
nipples popped out in their excitement.  He then
rolled her on top him, and lifted her petticoat.  He
massaged her back and ass.
"Do you want me to take the petticoat off now?'  she
asked.
"Yes.  And do my underclothes also.  I think the bed
is warm enough now."
She tossed their underclothes to the foot of the bed,
and lay beside him naked.  He resumed playing with her
tits.  She loved what he was doing to her.  She
reached down to find his penis.  She then scooted
under the covers to kiss his growing prick.  
He said, "I love when you go down on me like that."
She replied, "I know.  But soon I'll be the
beneficiary of your wonderful rod."
She leaned back on the bed.  He touched her pussy
gently.  
"Ooh, that feels good," she said.
"We can take our time.  I want you to enjoy this."
"Don't take too much time.  Please take me."
He climbed on top of her body.   He entered her pussy
easily.  
"Are you happy now?"  he asked.
"Yes.  Now do me.  Make me feel it."
He lunged into her harder.  She tried to push up at
him, but was held back by the weight of the bed
covers.  She just had to accept what he was giving
her.  But he was giving enough.    
"You're doing it to me.  I feel it," she said.
He pushed into her harder and faster.  Her body began
to tense up, leaving her panting.   She pulled on his
back, almost scratching him.  Her tension was crying
for release.  Her pelvis pulled tighter.   Suddenly,
she exploded with a burst of pleasure.  She gasped as
her body rocked repeatedly.
He was also nearing his peak.   He saw no reason to
hold back.  He banged into her as fast a he could. 
His pressure in his penis also cried for release.  He
kept going until his white-hot juice poured into her.
When he was finished he did not pull out.  Instead, he
remained inside her pussy, wiggling his prick
occasionally.  Soon they were at a point where he
could thrust into her again.  He pounded without
tiring for several minutes.  She felt wave after wave
of orgasmic vibration wash over her.  He took longer
to find his release.  However, when it came it was
harder than ever.
They lay together for the rest of the night.  In the
morning they hurryingly found their clothes so they
could warm up.  
 They slept together and had wonderful sex every night
for the first several weeks she was in the palace. 
Gradually, it decreased to only a few times a week. 
Their encounters became less intense but more
sensuous.
When the Duke arrived for his annual visit, Brigit
dressed properly and had a place at the table.  The
Duke liked her, and realized the beneficial effect she
had on his brother.   He saw that she was better than
a slave for William.  From the Duke's point of view,
the only problem with her being a free woman was that
he could not enjoy her too. 
 Even when William became interested in other women,
he never lost interest in Brigit.   She understood the
desire of other girls to acquire a dowry.  
William eventually installed another mistress at the
palace in Tiramisu.  He moved between his mistresses
as he moved between palaces.  William even paid the
dowry for Brigit's daughter.  Brigit lived in the
palace for the rest of her life.  





		
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