Chapter 1
Old Flame from Long Ago
By Sirdar

It was a miserable morning in December 2005.  My marriage was in tatters and I was stoney broke with only a few miserable possessions I had left in a case left at the local Salvation Army. Someone had told my wife that I was having an affair with my boss’s daughter. She also told my boss, with the result that I was homeless, penniless and out of work. 

It was in this state of misery that I entered the art gallery, walking round just killing time and looking at the different items on display. Suddenly a coaching scene on the far wall caught my eye. The scene showed a coach outside a country inn called the Winslow Arms and I was immediately taken with the beautiful young black girl in a straw hat, with a shawl round her shoulders carrying a small bag leaving a coach and rushing towards a young aristocrat. Both of them with their arms outstretched in greeting.  It said underneath circa 1600 and the artists name was Andrew Brough.

I stood there for about five minutes staring at the picture, entranced and absorbing every minute detail, when I became conscious of a young black lady standing by my side. I looked down at her and immediately I looked back again at the girl in the picture 

“You are that girl.” I said impetuously.

She gave a tinkling laugh “And you are the handsome young man rushing to greet me” 

I looked again, and I admit I could see the resemblance, if we allowed for the change in the style of clothes and hair.

”Yes it is you and me and this scene goes back over 400 years to when we were lovers.  My name is Jammarree.”
 Then suddenly as though a switch had been turned on, the name meant something to me, but what, I was not immediately sure.

Suddenly she said.” Yes darling we were lovers in that life and now I want you to come home with me my darling Anthony, so that we can talk and perhaps resume our life together which was so tragically ruined for us.   It is not so far and we have much to discuss.” 

We took a cab and within a few minutes we pulled up outside a very unpretentious terraced house.  She opened the door with a key that she took from her handbag.    Once inside she turned and looked at me.
 “Anthony dear I was your lover in a previous life, and I have brought you here today because I want you to go back to that time, to exact vengeance on the man who did us both terrible wrongs.”

“In that life you were very rich and very successful, you were a rake of the worst kind and you inherited the title of Lord Amesworth. Yes my dear you were one of the richest men in the country and well known as a serial womaniser. I was a slave of yours and you raised me to be your mistress. Society at the time would not approve you marrying a blackamoor like me. But as far as I was concerned you had a heart of gold and treated me with great kindness and respect. As far as you were concerned I wanted for nothing. There was however a man, another aristocrat like you who treated us both badly. He raped and killed my mother and sisters and I want you, my darling to go back in time to exact revenge for us both.”

All the time she was talking I had been watching the expressions on her face, gradually I realised that what she was saying made sense and I remembered then how much I had loved this beautiful lady.  It was then that I broke into her dialogue 

“The name the Hon Richard Winslow springs to mind”

I said and her face broke into a huge grin, and she leapt on to my lap and started kissing me. 

“You are beginning to remember everything my darling.”

To say I remembered everything was not true, but the more we talked the more little flashes came to the forefront of my mind. Jammarree had been kissing me furiously and now she stood up and dragged me to the adjoining bedroom. 

After a while she said “Darling Anthony lets make love again once more before you go back in time, to avenge our common enemy. I can not go with you but I will be with you in spirit all the time and watching over you.” 

As she was speaking she was shedding her clothes, it was then that I saw the scars on her back. Once again my memory came flooding back. 

“Yes I remember now it was Winslow who did that to you.” 

“Yes darling and he raped me and raped and killed my mother and two sisters and then tossed them to the sharks.  I would probably have gone the same way if you had not come to my aid.”

I knew then, that I wanted her so badly and I knew also the feeling was mutual as I looked at her beautiful black smiling face.” Then I reached across and gently stroked her cheek. 

"My darling Jammarree. You are still very beautiful." 

A single tear floated down over her cheek and she smiled tenderly. She reached out and stroked my face with her fingers, then pulled me close to her. And then suddenly we were kissing. Jammarree kissed me softly and lightly at first, her lips barely touching mine.  She pushed me back on the bed and she straddled me, and the kisses stayed soft but became less tentative.  I loved how soft her hands were on my bare skin, how light her touch was. Her brown hands made a sexy contrast with my white skin. 

Suddenly she stopped and looked down at me, now her face was deadly serious. 

“Anthony dear you know what you have to do - you have to destroy Winslow, and if you can make him suffer you will have my eternal gratitude. I want him to go to hell, to pay for all the people he destroyed I will try to get you out if things go wrong, but darling I will be there with you now and for always. If you do not want to help me get revenge you can get up and go. But now if we go ahead and renew our union you will be committed, and you will wake up in the past. But my darling you will be endowed with the extra equipment and stamina that I can give you, as you need to be a huge success with the ladies.”

I did not care, and I did not really take in what she was saying to me properly at the time.  I wanted my Jammarree I put my arms up and round to her back, softly massaging and caressing those scars and when my hand brushed her buttocks, she looked at me intently for a second, and resumed her kisses. 

Jammarree closed her eyes when our lips touched. But she opened them widely again when she felt my hands on her breasts. She looked down and my hands were fondling her breasts, cupping and squeezing and stroking gently. 

“Au Revoir baby““Jammarree whispered. 

I stared at her beautiful breasts as I caressed them. They were the colour of light chocolate, the nipples like buds of hot cocoa. I gently licked at her hard nipples. Jammarree moaned and arched her back, allowing me easier access, slipping her hand around the back of my head.  She took some hand lotion from a side table, rubbed it on her hands, and then began to lightly stroke my cock. It became hard almost right away, quickly extending past her thumb. My cock was so erect it was ready to burst. Slowly, Jammarree put her lips around the tip of my cock, and sucked. Each time she went down, she went down a little more, until my entire cock was inside her mouth, then back up slowly and back down. 

At first she moved slowly, but speeded up as her confidence increased, and my quiet moans and groans became louder, to let her know she was still good at this. Then suddenly she stopped 

“Darling it is now time for you to go” 

Her vagina muscles were like a pair of lips pressed together, but she was so wet I went inside her like a whisper. She wiggled a little bit, but soon I was inside her up to the full length of my cock. Then she held on to me tight as she began moving up and down on me.  Jammarree started with her hands on my shoulders, but soon I was holding on tight, my face in between her breasts. 

"Au revoir my darling." She said once again.

She cried out as I started to come in a long pumping action, as I came back to earth.  I realised that it was not Jammarree riding me but a very buxom but somewhat smelly serving wench. I was coming inside her in long spurts.

“Oh that be wonderful my Lord.” she cried. “Thankee my lord” 

I was instantly aware of the foulness of her breath and I knew that I was in another bed and in another time. As she rolled off the bed I looked down at myself and I realised that my cock had grown to an impressive size. It was much bigger than anything I had ever seen on any other man before. Now I realised what Jammarree meant when she had made that cryptic remark.

“Thank you Dolly” I murmured and I reached out for my purse and gave the girl half a guinea. 

 “Oh thankee my Lord, it were a real good fuck, anytime thee wants me, I be ready for ee My Lord.”

 ”She scurried from the bedroom slight bandy legged I thought. Carrying her empty coal bucket. I sat up and found I was encased in a long cotton nightshirt and that there was a roaring fire in the grate. All this was so familiar and yet, I remembered as if in a dream, my recent encounter with Jammarree and what my mission was.

I remembered then that this had been my fathers’ room, with the big wardrobes and thick carpets. I imagined even now that I could smell his very masculine odour. I jumped out of bed making my way to the window. I looked out on to a customary scene in a frosty farmyard. The scene was all too familiar, horses being led from the stables to the fields and the milkmaids scurrying to the dairy with milking pails on yokes across their shoulders and others making their way with various tools to start their days work wherever that may be on the farm.

There was a timid knock on the door and my valet Hudson slipped into the room with some hot water, which he placed, carefully on the washstand. 

“Her Ladyship is in the large dining room having breakfast my Lord. She has expressed a wish to speak with you as soon as possible.” 

I recalled the frosty welcome from her the night before. In truth, I had little affection for my mother. No it would be truer to say I had no affection for my mother, as I remembered my childhood. As children, my sister Ethel and I were left to a string of Governesses. My mother engaged a wet nurse for us as soon as we were born The only time we would probably see her when were growing up other than the compulsory church attendance on a Sunday, was   when she made one of her rare appearances at this our country home. It was a requirement that all the family, tenants and estate workers should attend the local church on a Sunday.  As the squire, my father and our family sat at the front of the church while old Rev Richmond gave his lengthy boring sermons.

After my valet Hudson had dressed me, I made my way to the dining room. My mother sat at the head of the table in the place where I should now be sitting as head of the household. 

“I perceive mother in your usual arrogance, you are sat in the wrong place now that I am at home. I sit at the head of the table” 

For the first time that I could ever remember she looked ill at ease. 

“My Lord I shall be moving shortly to the Dower House as is the custom.”

 I replied “I presume that shortly means in the next few hours my Lady. The sooner I see the back of you the better. I shall of course, make you an annual allowance, as indeed I am obliged to. But apart from that there is no need whatsoever for us to have any other contact.”

I sat at the bottom of the table in the place that my mother should have been sat. The fare presented before me to eat was not of the best, but I ate to keep my hunger under control. 

“I hear that you are a very rich man by all accounts.” My mother said quietly. “No doubt the proceeds of slavery like that Winslow boy.” 

“No doubt mother, if that is what you have heard, and care to believe.”   I responded. 

I realised that morning just how much that I really hated my mother. She produced children to please my father, and having produced a daughter in my sister Ethel, she was then obliged to produce a boy as the heir that my father needed.  I am sure that from that time on, my father was encouraged to take his sexual needs elsewhere, both from whores, local willing ladies, or from the female staff in the house. This of course was not at all unusual. In these times men took their pleasures where they wished, and wives could do very little about it.

“Of course mother, if as you suspect the proceeds are from slavery I should suppose that my wealth is anathema to you and you would not wish to be tarnished by my supporting you with the proceeds.”

I could see that my comments had hit home and she was fearful that I would carry out my threat.

“Not at all my Lord.  I was jut making conversation.” 

The stream of governesses that we experienced as children saw to our education. Most of them were quite good and did their best, but inevitably they could not, or could not, accept the lack of interest from my mother, and so they came and went in a steady stream. My sister Ethel and I were very much left to our own devices, and as we matured we became quite sexually active together. Being a very old house it was riddled with secret passages, and it was quite easy for Ethel and me to peep into rooms where perhaps the butler, or our father, were having their way with the female members of staff.

Soon the two of us were fucking regularly and most nights would see Ethel and me tucked up in bed together. At one stage a willing governess, who much to Ethel’s dismay decided to take her place one night and give me the benefit of her experience, aided us. Gradually I started taking advantage of one or two of the household maids who were not only willing, but also obliged to go along with me for fear of losing their jobs.

One day of course our father discovered me in bed with my sister Ethel.  . My father gave me a terrible thrashing, and when I recovered I was sent away to the colonies in disgrace with a small pittance of an allowance to cover my expenses. On arriving in the colony of Zanzibar I fell in with Winslow.   I knew him as a neighbour, and at that time we were tolerably friendly.  He introduced me into the slavery trade, however the unnecessary cruelty and brutality, and my heart soon sickened me was not in it.   I had however, made a lot of money in a short time. 

 One night I saw a young Arab being assaulted by footpads, and drawing my sword I waded in and sent his assailants all packing.  I gave him first aid, and after a time we became good friends.  Mohammad advised me to venture my ill gained wealth with him and his father in the spices and silks business, and general international trading. Their advice was good and I became extremely rich quite quickly. In time we became partners, and from then on we really prospered. We had a fleet of twenty trading ships and a large number of dhows working for us.

That morning as I sat facing my mother, I realised that my mother had delighted in believing the bad stories about me, and therefore who was I to disabuse her. I had to do my duty and support her, but I did not have to like her, or do anything else for her.  I instructed Ramsden the Butler to send the housekeeper and the estate manager to me after breakfast and to instruct them to bring the books of account with them.  The butler advised me that Mrs Roper was in effect the estate manager and she supervised the accounts of both the estate and the house, and that the housekeeper worked under her guidance. 

He said “His Lordship made the changes some three years ago and it has worked well.” 

This was indeed an unusual arrangement; in fact it was unknown for women to take any responsible position. It was just not done in this time.

I said after a little thought “Very Good but I will still see Mrs Roper and send the estate manager to me later. Tell him to be available.”

After breakfast I made my way to my study, or rather what used to be my fathers study. I was surprised to find that a very trim attractive lady occupied it in her early thirties. She turned and smiled at me and curtsied and said.

“Good Morning your Lordship. I am Emily Roper and I have all the books of accounts ready here for your inspection.”

She immediately aroused my interest in every way, she sounded competent, she looked competent and she also looked very sexy. A brief scan showed the books were kept in a neat and tidy manner. It was very unusual in this time for ladies to be able to read or write competently, yet alone to do sums or take part in business. In this age it was almost unheard of.

 “Sit down Mistress Roper.”

 I said standing politely until she was comfortably seated. She spoke rather hesitantly.

“I have been acting as estate manager for your father and also in the ten months since his death. Your father made some very good investments, but you do need to act quickly My Lord, especially regarding the Winslow estate and other overdue accounts.

 “Why”? I asked. 

“Well my Lord, your father lent money to Lord Winslow against almost every asset of the Winslows estate. The debts go back years to cover his gambling debts, he has since died and the loans and interest are now all well overdue.” 

“That is an easy decision, so foreclose and take possession immediately,” I said 

She looked slightly shocked at my decision.

 “We are also owed much money on Lord Archers estate.

“ How much?” I asked.

 “Nearly fifty thousand guineas. My Lord, almost more than his estate is worth.”

 Thinking quickly, I remembered that his daughter the very attractive Hon Anne- Marie Archer was betrothed to Roger Winslow and immediately the outline of a very devious plan began to form in my mind.

 “Ah well send and tell him that I shall wait on him shortly, with a view to discussing his indebtedness and how he proposes to repay me.”

 She looked relieved but rather puzzled at my leniency to Lord Archer.

We then went through a number of other outstanding debts and I decided to foreclose on a large number whilst giving others time to repay. I decided to be tough and get myself well known. How is it my father made so much money.”? I asked her.

“ Well My Lord your father bought two brothels in Curzon St in London and seeing the possibilities, he added gambling rooms to the best one. He encouraged all his cronies to visit and he became very rich through the profits of the brothels, and the winnings from the gambling rooms. Despite his warnings, many stupid people started to lose quite heavily and gave notes on their properties, hence he was able to take their land, houses and other assets as security. Many were sold and others rented back to the original tenants at a profitable rent”

Mistress Roper was obviously very efficient, and seemed to me to be very trustworthy. My background in business allowed me to get a better understanding of the estate accounts and I sensed that all was not well with some of the tenant farmers. This was shown clearly by the vast amount of arrears in rent payments and the lack of money spent on tenant repairs.

 “ I understand that your husband is the estate manager, he does not seem as efficient as you are yourself  Mistress Roper, and that the tenant farms show a lack of prosperity.”

 I looked closely at her and she was obviously embarrassed. 

“Nay don’t worry Mistress Roper I shall see for myself before the day is out.”

I sat back and looked at her. “I have no doubt Mistress Roper that you were the brains behind the whole of my fathers operation. Much as I loved and respected him, I doubt my father  had the ability to do this on his own.” 

She blushed and said coyly. “My father was a banker sire. and I learned the lessons well from him“. 

I suddenly had a thought and I looked carefully at her . “I dare say Mistress Roper that you were also my fathers mistress. Am I not right ?” 

She blushed and looked away. “My Lord I am a married woman.” 

“That is no answer.” I replied cynically.

It was then that a knock on the door brought in her husband. My first thoughts were right, he was a shifty looking man dressed in a dark green coat  with his tricorn hat tucked under his arm and he had great trouble standing still.  After he had come forth with some groveling comments and small talk  which did not impress me I said .

“Roper saddle up my stallion Devil and we will tour as much of the estate as we can before mid day.”

We left the Manor with Roper following in my wake. The more I saw of the man, the more I disliked him. Within the hour I knew that I had cause for concern.  It was obvious the tenant farmers had little love or respect for him and it was clear that the tenants  had been given little support following two bad harvests. It was a mystery to me why my father had not intervened and then I realised that probably some form of blackmail  had probably been employed.  In other words, he allowed my father to sleep with his wife, and in exchange he was allowed excess freedom to milk the estate funds.  I guessed somehow, that he also imposed his presence on some of the tenants farmers wives and daughters, a point which seemed well confirmed on my final farm visit.

I had at some point during that mornings inspection  decided to dismiss the man and on arriving at the last farm on our route. I sent him on back to home farm and rode down to an extremely dilapidated farm. It was a farm that I had remembered as being extremely prosperous in my youth.

As I dismounted the door opened and I was confronted by a young lady with lovely golden hair, and I remembered  too, that she had been called Joan a housemaid  who worked at the Manor house.  I also remembered that I had before my departure, enjoyed  her favours from time to time.

 She curtsied and said “Welcome My Lord dost thou remember me?”

 I replied “Aye Joan that I do and you are even more beautiful than I remembered.” I turned my attention to a young child of about four years of age hanging on to her skirts . 

“And this be Agnes your Lordship, the offspring of one our nights of passion together.”

For a moment I was stunned, and embarrassed  somehow, I knew that she was right. She opened the door wider and invited me inside the farmhouse. I observed.

 “Things do not go well for you Mistress Joan ?” 

“Nay My Lord I am being evicted next quarter day,  your steward will not give me time to pay my dues . Unless I am prepared  to lie with him, a thing that I will not do My Lord. He assumes that because I am a widow woman that I will give myself to any man who asks.”

“Fear not Mistress Joan you will not be evicted without my say so.” I told her as I gave her  five guinea pieces  which was all  the money I had with me.

”This mistress is only part of what I owe thee, for the support of our child, and more will follow. l 
do however, believe that it is not possible for you to stay on  in this farm so I will ensure that you have adequate employment at the manor and accommodation,  but leave it with me, and I will inform you of my decision in the matter.”

I was boiling with rage as I returned to the manor. I dismissed Roper on the spot and gave him four hours to vacate his home. He was not a happy man and swore vengeance on me, at which I had two labourers throw him in the duck pond and gave him only  an hour to be gone.

On entering the house I sent for  Mistress Roper  and told her what had transpired. 

“You are not dismissed Mistress Roper , you still have employment , but I will understand if you wish to follow your man. Just let me know what your intentions are as soon as possible.”

Chapter 2
I Make Some Changes

As I lay on my bed after an extremely heavy lunch thinking bout the mornings events,  I heard a faint tap on the door and Mistress Roper entered. 

“ My Lord with your permission I will stay and that villain who purported to be my husband has now gone. He never was my husband as we never married. Your father knew sire, but Roper threatened to reveal our affair and had a sort of hold over us. I owe you that  explanation sire, but if you wish me to go I will sire.  I miss your father greatly, he was more than a lover, he was the  husband I never had and I tried to be a wife.  With respect my Lord your mother never cared one whit for him, not as I did.“

 “I am glad Mistress Roper, I said. He was a lucky man indeed. Perhaps one day I shall be so lucky.”

I will be asking you to take more responsibility and I shall be increasing your salary. But I need your total loyalty.”

Mistress Roper blushed  and looked down at me, she blushed and started to undress, obviously misconstruing my statement.  Then I realised that whilst talking to her I had grown a quite significant erection that she had seen.  I thought that perhaps I should put her straight, but  she was a beautiful woman and obviously quite willing for a closer involvement as I was.

Emily  quickly undressed  and her beautiful nude body, crawled on the bed with me. I did not speak, but I put my arms round her and hugged her to me.  I knew that she had made a decision and that she was going to stay with me.  She lay with her back to me and I could put my arms round her and feel her breasts, this allowed me to gently fondle her hardening nipples, her warm  buttocks nestled against my groin and she put her hand behind her to pull my cock between her legs. I could feel the wet warmness of her.  She smelt nice and I knew that she had washed and taken special care of her appearance before she had come to my bedroom 

 She turned round to face me not for a second letting go of my cock. Her lips touched mine softly and I let my hand wander down her warm belly and my fingers found  her warm wet vagina lips. I gently probed her slit.  She pulled my hand away and placed my cock between her legs so that it mashed up against her vagina lips. My cock was wet with her juices.  I kissed her gently on the lips and ran my hands through her hair,  as I did, so I felt her stretch and push her warm body against mine.

 I rolled Emily over on her back and kissed her,  probing her mouth  with my tongue  We were both breathing heavily. I turned round and licked my way down to her cunt and started licking her with my tongue.  I think this was the first time that she had experienced this kind of lovemaking as for a brief second she tensed and I thought she was going to pull away,  but I persisted.   Suddenly her body seemed to explode with orgasm.  I continued  my licking and probing with my tongue and she was moaning out loud. 

 I pulled back and watched  Emily as she lay panting heavily from her exertion.  She lay  with her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her experience.  Her cunt  was wet with her juices and I knew she was ready for my cock . .

 I kneed her legs apart, leaned down and kissed her,  probing her mouth, whispering to her to guide my cock to her slit.   Her small hand nervously brought my cock to her hole. I flexed my legs to press against her, barely touching her slit.  I very much wanted to slide all the way in and fuck her hard, but I  knew that I was probably larger than anyone she had been with before.  After getting the head in, I stopped  for a few seconds, but she raised her hips to get more  of me in.  I slowly pushed more of my cock  into the tight love tunnel feeling her muscles beginning to grip me as I entered.

She was very wet from her orgasm  making my  entry easier than I expected and she was moaning with  pleasure.  I began a slow rhythmic movement in and out . My large cock filled her, with each inward push. I lay fully upon her, grasping her buttocks  with both hands Emily lay under me, not crushed as I being a perfect gentleman took my body weight on my elbows .

Suddenly she had a second orgasm  making her moan in joy.  It was at that point that I stopped and held still .for a moment We  continued  fucking, I was holding her tight and then I felt her third orgasm  gripping my cock even tighter.  I could  hold out no longer and pushed my cock as deep as it
 would go, the large head pressed against her cervix, I  began to cum, pumping a large volume of semen into her.

We lay together for a long time as we recovered from our exertions . Then she spoke

 “I am sorry my Lord I did not mean to do this when I came to see you, but you  are so like your father and as I have told you we had a very special relationship. Your father , like you, could not marry me, but for the past few years I was more of a wife to him than your mother.” 

“You want to carry on that relationship with me then Mistress Roper?” 

“It was not my intention My Lord ,but I am not averse to more lovemaking if our experience today  is a foretaste of things to come .” 

I turned and kissed her . 

“You are both an attractive woman and a very competent woman. I need to work very closely with you, and I am sure that we would have been tempted after a while.” 

During our previous conversation, I had found that Emily Roper had been acting as the  housekeeper as well as her other duties. This had worried me as I needed to  have more of Emily’s time.  Now after finding Joan the mother of my child,. the perfect solution occurred.  Joan would make an ideal  housekeeper  and she could have Emily’s cottage. It was then that I told Emily that I needed a very large change in her duties. 

“I said Mistress Emily I want you to be my personal assistant and you will vacate your cottage and move into the manor house. You will have your own personal  maid and relinquish the housekeepers post. How does this suit you“

For a moment she was very quiet. My Lord I am confused, what do you expect from me?” 

“I have a very special and secret  task Mistress Emily and you will need to travel with me on occasion. You will also need to take on much more financial responsibility. You see Mistress that I am a very rich man in my own right and you will have full operational control of my personal assets as well. I also have a task which I vowed I would complete in my lifetime and I need you to take that on board as well.”

She sat up on the bed and looked down at me. “My Lord I am not a whore to be bought .”

I laughed at her anxiety. Mistress Emily I saw the books this morning.  I also know about good bookkeeping and financial management.  I think that you are easily competent enough for the job and of course you will encounter  some male opposition, but I will support you all the way. You must be able to have the authority to make financial decisions on your own, as my agent   If we never fuck again the job is still yours - what do you say ?”

She smiled “Thank you my Lord and now I must show you something more.” 

She got off the bed and without dressing she went to the door of the large wardrobe still full of my fathers clothes. She looked back at me.

 “ Come sire.” 

I followed her also in the nude. She pressed a knob on a panel at the back of the wardrobe and a secret door slid open revealing a staircase leading upwards. Holding my hand she led me up about twenty steps and we came into an attic room . Walking across the attic she pulled aside an old portrait and revealed a door. She fumbled above the door for a key and then inserting the key in the lock she opened it.

Behind was a large room with a bed with lighting from a roof window. Bit of immediate interest was that the walls were covered with a variety of  pornographic sketches.

 “This lord was your fathers secret den.”

 I stood or a moment looking at the drawings and sketches and then she led me to a ledger on a side table. In the ledger was a biography of  nearly every man and woman on the estate or in the nearby village of  Lacock with all the intimate affairs that had been rumored, or had been  going on. It was detailed description and also outlined their  sexual preferences.

Their was also a list of the times and places where my father had taken advantage of the various ladies of the district, and a commentary on their abilities or otherwise. One of the first I noticed was a commentary on my sister Ethel’s husband and the fact that he was openly deceiving my sister and having an affair with the vicars wife. My father had also noted that the vicar was not properly ordained, and his so called wife was actually his sister, but for some reason my father  had not taken any  action in the matter.

The vicars wife (sister)  was noted as  being  of slim build  extremely good looks and of  questionable  moral character, with a lively personality and good dress sense. I noted however, that my father had not taken advantage of her charms, or if he had, he had not recorded them. I looked at Emily and I said

 “Dear lady there was a bond between thee and my father were you not jealous of his affairs” 

“Nay My Lord, he could not marry me as he already  had a wife, and as you are fully aware sire, he could not marry a commoner even were he not married. I was well content with my life with your father sire. He kept me well satisfied”

As I started reading the very descriptive notes in my fathers log book , I became aware that my erection had resumed its action status . The erotic notes and pictures had been too much and Emily now aware of my predicament dragged me towards the bed where we spent another pleasant hour before we resumed the reading of my fathers log book.

After a time and just as the afternoon sun was waning, Emily led me to another concealed door which led downwards. Every few steps we came to a landing on which was a door, she showed me that each door had a peephole which looked into the rooms of the female staff.  At the present time most of the staff were still about there household duties, but I noted that each  door could be opened from the outside. Eventually on reaching the ground floor ,she opened a door that led into the stable yard. It was hidden from sight by a very large growth of bushes.

We could only peep out of the door as we were still in the nude, so we returned to my fathers secret den. Emily lit some candles and I was to carry on reading. I read with interest the note relating  to our resident vicar. According  to my father he was servicing half his flock on a regular basis and he was not according to my father, an  ordained priest, inasmuch that he had previously been unfrocked by the Bishop for conduct unbecoming  with members of his congregation  at a previous parish. 

The more I thought about it, I concluded  that my father was probably loath to do anything about it, because  my sister Ethel was allegedly married to  Marsden, who in turn was having an affair with the vicars sister. I was not however bound by fathers restrictions, and I vowed to do something about this in due course.

It followed that as he was an unfrocked priest, all marriages, baptisms and funerals he had  officiated at were not legal. This meant that all the people who had been married by him were living in the locality were living in sin as it were. I also was very aware that I had to protect Ethel my sister.   I was determined to do something about it. But Emily in her wisdom  suggested that we let it lie for a bit, as she rightly pointed out it would cause chaos. It would be as well for me to  consult the Bishop first.

She pointed out “Sire, it may turn out that a lot of ladies and indeed some men might decide to change partners if they knew the marriage was not binding and this could result in a lot of bitterness and chaos. 

However,  I did if the opportunity arose  to have a taste of the vicars charming wife (sister) at some point in my future life. 

Reading the notes brought home to me that I should visit my sister  as soon as possible.

oooooOOOOOooooo

Today I put my resolve into action. It was a bright sunny day as I rattled through the countryside in the light chaise. I had sent a courier  to my sister advising her of my imminent arrival. The roads were badly rutted and the journey was uncomfortable. We frequently had to stop at the  pay  tolls for them to let us through.   The groom driving was new to me, and seemed somewhat nervous of me and not inclined to talk. As we drove over the rutted roads  I started to recall much of the detail about my sister Ethel. We were always very close, and my visit to her was a matter of priority.

From the time I was born we were put in the care of a stream of nursemaids and governesses.  We rarely saw our mother, although father doted on us.  I always got the impression that once mother had produced the mandatory son her duty was done and from then on she spent most of her time in town with the high society crowd, spending my fathers money. Our father was  a country lover and preferred to spend more time at home. There was no real affection between them and it appeared my father was quite happy to let her live her own life and let him live his.

Growing up together,  Ethel and I  became very close. She was two years older than me and very beautiful . We would spy on our nursemaids and governesses as they were being fucked by the men of the household, or  perhaps  their local lovers they imported into the house for the occasion.  Increasingly, as we grew older like most teenagers we became sexually aware and started to explore, we began by exploring each others bodies and when I was fourteen I was introduced into full sex by one of the governesses.  She taught me all the different ways she enjoyed being fucked ,and so  not unnaturally Ethel and I progressed to became lovers. Most of our governesses left us at night to our own devices while they pursued their own amorous adventures and we took full advantage of the situation.

I also found that in my early teens I could demand sex from any of the young girls of the household who naturally were too frightened of their position to refuse my advances, less they get dismissed without a character. Although  my main love was my beautiful sister Ethel,  and we spent most of our nights together. We soon became adept in sex in all its forms. But when I was seventeen we got caught by my father, who had  returned home unexpectedly, and our liaison was discovered.

There was a terrible row, I was severely thrashed  and  I was immediately dispatched abroad to Africa with a small pittance of an allowance to make my way in the world. After that I heard little about my sister, except that she had quite quickly married a so called local gentleman farmer.

It was about six in the evening and was just getting dark when we arrived at the farm which was now her home. I was delighted to see this beautiful sister of mine, who I immediately saw had blossomed into a  very beautiful woman. Ethel ran to greet me, she hugged me close and kissed me full on the lips more like a lover than a sister.  Eventually she turned to my groom and told him that she had arranged a bed for him and stabling at the local inn. I bade him return at 9.00 the following day for the return journey..

In front of a roaring log fire and with a good country beef stew inside me Ethel  started to talk. 

“Tony dear “I am so sorry I lost our baby.” 

“Our baby ?” I replied  

“Yes darling, but in one way Marsden  my husband  would not have made a good father so perhaps it was a blessing.”

 Now for the first time I  became aware of  what  had happened. I had made her pregnant and father had married her off to save the family name. Ethel then told me that she had not ever slept with Marsden.  Father had given him the farm and paid all his debts with the stipulation  that he should not take advantage of Ethel without her consent. He had agreed, but as a result it had been  a marriage in name only and he had taken his marital pleasures elsewhere. 

Ethel said “ He spends most of his time with the  vicars sister, who masquerades as  the vicars  wife ” This was not news to me but I was intrigued that Ethel knew all the details

 “Tell me more dear sister.” I responded. 

“ Well, apparently he is a defrocked vicar and his so-called wife is his sister.” 

I reflected  on my relationship with Emily. 

“ This seems to be a common occurrence in these parts.” 

I observed, as I explained about Emilys new role at the manor  and her relationship with her so called husband..

It was clear that Ethel knew little about Emily, although she had been aware that gossip had our father and the lady linked together in some sort of sexual relationship. We talked until the early hours and then I turned to Ethel and I told her 

“You can leave Marsden and come home with me on the morrow if you so wish. Your home is now at the Manor with me but it is up to you.” 

Ethel looked at me and burst into tears, she flung her arms round my neck and sat on my lap, her tears of happiness soaking my doublet.

“Yes Tony dear I will come with you, but there is one thing more that I desire of you.” 

And what may that be that dear sister ? I enquired.

 “I want to have another baby  - our own baby to replace the one we lost.” 

She said.  I looked at this beautiful sister of mine and I felt I could refuse her nothing.

Within minutes we were in the master bedroom, with a big fire roaring in the grate. 

”What about Marsden I asked, will he not be coming home?” 

“No brother dear should he arrive he will sleep in the barn, he will surely be drunk and  sleep on the hay.”

I was soon stripped and in bed . Within minutes Ethel had joined me as she cupped my cock in her warm hands .

 "Such a big, fat package," I heard her whisper. 

“ You are so much bigger brother dear than I remember.” 

My cock was now sticking up straight, she  reached out a hand to fondle it . Her  touch sent electricity through my body . She ran  her thumb across the head of my aching cock.

 "So nice and hard, and so hot," she whispered.

As if  afraid that someone else might hear her. She moved her  fingers downward and gripped my cock, moving her thumb  around it the whole time. I swallowed and looked at her face in the light from the fire.  She looked almost dazed, a sort of sleepy look. She licked her lips, and before  I knew what she was doing, she got up on her knees, opened  her mouth, and stuck her tongue right at the base of  my balls  This was just as she was wont to do those many years ago .

Then, she pulled my cock toward her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head  of it. She sucked it all the way to the back of her  throat, making swallowing motions, massaging my cock  with her throat muscles. After a few moments just as I was about to come , she took my cock out of her mouth with a popping  slurping sound, and stood up. She  lay back  spread her legs her hand reached out to fondle my cock   Our tongues met and she began to swirl hers around mine . She continued to stroke my cock Then  she  positioned  my cock between her vagina lips. I  was now completely poised and positioned, all I had to do now was thrust and I would be inside  my own sister again after many years.

I of course hesitated, but Ethel pushed at my buttocks and I began to feel myself enter her. I was halfway in her and completely satisfied that I was now fucking my sister, but then she pushed at my buttocks  more and began to squeeze my cheeks as I went deeper into her. Ethel moaned heavily. I knew then, even had I so wished that  there was no turning back.

 I began pumping Ethel.  She began stroking my back and squeezed at my buttocks  some more. I felt intoxicated. I was actually fucking  Ethel my own sister.  I put my head beside hers and buried it in the bed.   Now I was the one hiding my face. We fucked like that for several minutes. then Ethel became more aggressive and forced me to fuck her harder and harder. She began to whimper a bit and was trying really hard to get off. Looking back I imagine she was becoming frustrated, but 
it didn't seem to bother her too much. She flipped around and got on top of me, it lasted about three 
rounds of her rising her pussy up and down my cock before I felt I was about to come.

As I squirted my cum inside of my sister, I swear I felt my cock hitting her deep down inside somewhere. Her tits were bobbing in front of my face in an almost comical fashion. With each burst of sperm going inside of her, she seemingly began to get off more. I immediately became exhausted, yet she continued to ride my ever shrinking cock. I look down at our joined hips and saw the cum leaking out of her pussy on to my cock and pubic region. Ethel finally started cumming, as I started to become freaked out at the fact that I may have just impregnated my own sister. As Ethel came, she finally fell on top of me with my dick still inside of her. We had both become completely naked in the passion of our sex. Exhausted, we both went to sleep while I was partially still inside her.  I awoke in the morning completely naked and alone.  I immediately got up and went down the stairs Ethel was packing a bag  in preparation for her return home to the Manor.

 

I meet Annie and make More Changes
Chapter 3

Within a few days many of the  changes that I had ordered had been implemented ,and once again Ethel was home and  now established herself as the mistress. Joan was settling in to her duties as housekeeper  and Emily was frequently away on my business. This evening I was very much at a loose end. Ethel was having a Soiree  and had invited all her past friends and acquaintances to the house. There was much bustle and activity and  having  made my token appearance  then I quietly disappeared.

I returned to my room and Hudson had already laid out some older clothes that I was in the habit of wearing  in the evenings and I resolved to go to the stables to  reacquaint myself with Devil my stallion.  I had been given Devil as a colt and  he was  just broken in and I was riding him regularly before I was banished to Zanzibar. On my return the few times I had ridden him we had gradually re-established our past acquaintance.

 n. I was giving him some hay and rubbing his nose, when I heard a rustle behind me.  I looked round and saw a young  quite pretty blonde young girl, obviously one of the kitchen maids by the way she was dressed laying back on a pile of hay. She smiled up at me and said 

“Look mister that be his lordships stallion I shouldn’t let him find you near him if I were thee.” 

I smiled back and I said “Oh sorry  but he is a lovely horse isn’t he.”

 “You be new here baint thee?” she asked. 

“Yes I came with his Lordships party .” 

“I thought I ain’t seen you around afore this.”

 “That’s why .”I replied. deciding to play along with this delightful creature. 

“ Mind thee I ain’t seen his Lordship yet  cos I been busy in the kitchens and cook don’t give us that much time off.” 

“But you are here tonight.” I said. 

“Yes, but tis my day off and I were too tired to walk to the village  and back again afore dark, so I came here for a bit of peace and the hay is comfortable to sleep on.” 

“ It was lucky for me that I came in and met you then.” I responded .My name is Tony, what is yours?” 

“Oh I’m Annie .and I been here at the hall now for four years.”

I sat down beside her and lay back on the hay , taking a piece of hay I started to chew it, as I used to when I was a young boy. She turned to look at me 

“ What’s his Lordship like then? She asked. 

“I get on with him OK I responded. 

“I hear that he be a bit like his father and likes the lasses  and that he’s got a cock like that stallion.” 
“Where did you get that from?” I asked . 

“Oh he’s fucked a couple of the house maids and they told us, but they  wern’t complaining ,apparently he be generous and rewards them well afterwards, but they said he’s got a massive cock on him.”

This talk about me made me feel quite horny and I developed a sizeable erection . This caused the inevitable bulge in my pants and Annie was quick to notice. 

“You be a horny bugger too and I have not had a good fuck for a long time.” 

She said quietly. I did not waste time and I put my arm round her waist and drew her close to me.  She did not resist,  but taking my hand she stood up.

“Not here Tony let’s go to my room,  my room mate has gone home and won’t be back till late .”
 
To my amazement she took me to the secret door that I had recently found and led me up the stairs until she stopped and found the latch of a room and pulled me inside. It was a small room with two trestle type beds with  straw mattress‘s. She turned and kissed me and wasted no time in undressing.  She turned as I finished undressing with just a pair of very large knickers  still on.

 Annie didn't resist; she just stood there giggling as  I pulled her knickers down to her ankles. Then I took and pulled  her tightly against my naked body  and gave her a little hug. Annie giggled again, I could feel my cock protruding out in front of me. I held her close and my hand moved around and explored her cunt with its soft pubic hairs; my fingers found her  slit  as I gently worked a finger slightly inside and  wiggled it.  Annie had stopped giggling now and was  breathing heavily, almost panting as my finger wiggled inside her.

 After a few moments of this, I turned her around and  knelt down and started running my tongue along her  slit.  She placed her hands on my shoulders and I held  her buttocks as I worked my tongue inside her pussy.  She tasted so sweet and felt so tight as I  pushed my tongue inside. I could feel her shudder as  my tongue worked her little cunt over.

 As I licked and sucked on her  cunt, my finger  worked some juices around her anus and  I gently pressed a finger inside just a little bit. She trembled at this new sensation of pleasure and
 pressed herself into me tighter.  After a few minutes I could feel her whole body tense  up and she started moaning; I knew she was having a  powerful orgasm.  After her body jerked in a few
 more spasms she finally relaxed and I stood up and  kissed her on the lips. Her eyes were big and she was  trembling s she nodded her head when I asked if she  liked what we had just done

She nodded and I  stroked her hair, I moved over her and positioned my cock against  her  slit and gently pushed in. The head of my cock slipped inside just a little and  Annie gasped, I went very slow, being very gentle and  made sure that there was enough lubrication so I wouldn't hurt her I could feel the lips of her vagina stretch and form around  my cock, Annie looked up at me with her big brown eyes and  softly whispered. 

"Fuck me now Tony."

 With a gentle but steady stroke I slipped inside, she let out a gasp. 

“You be very big Tony.’’

  That got me going and I started  gently stroking in and out of her, going inside a  little more each time letting her juices have time to make it easier. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as  me.

 Finally I was able to get my entire cock inside of her;  I could feel my balls bouncing against her  as I
 thrust into her.  Annie's moans were getting quite loud as I humped her  small body; her legs had wrapped around me and were  now pulling me into her with each thrust. I felt her  body start that familiar trembling and then tense up.  I knew she was cumming.  This caused me to loose it
 too as I started pumping my cum deep into her soft  tender body with long powerful thrusts.

 Afterward we both lay there for a few minutes holding  each other as we tried to catch our breath.   
 Just then I heard a noise behind me, I turned over and saw another maid in the doorway in outdoor clothes.  She had a startled look on her face.

“Oh excuse me my Lord.” and left quickly 

I turned to look at  Annie and she was just grinning and shrugged her  shoulders, her legs squeezed me a little more pulling  me tighter into her. 

“I knew who you were my Lordship , but I decided to play the game with you.” 

I laughed and said “Thank you.”

 I could feel my cock starting to swell again as Annie  started to wiggle around enjoying the feeling of my  cock inside of her.  I reached around under her and I ran my finger around her wet asshole and pushed it in, she wiggled again,  causing me to become fully hard again and I started  slowly stroking my cock in and out of her tight  hole again.

 I started thrusting into her again as my finger wiggled  around in her tight little asshole, this time when she  started having her orgasm, she let out a loud moan and  cry of pleasure and I started cumming inside her again. 

We both fell asleep after our exertions and I heard Annie leave me in the early hours  to start her morning duties as I turned over and fell asleep again. It was some time later, that I returned to my room and got into bed. I was tired and Annie had kept me quite busy that night.

The following Sunday as was the custom, the staff, the family and tenants were obliged to attend church . Everyone attended in their best Sunday clothes. My sister Emily accompanied me and we sat in the front row. My mother attended ,but she sat one seat behind and both my sister and I ignored her . Emily had as little regard for her as I did.

This Sunday  morning having now  received a communication from the Bishop; who in turn had consulted the Archbishop.  I told the vicar that I had an important announcement to make before the service began. The vicar gave the impression to me of being a very devious person and I found him not easy to tolerate. However, I was very taken with his so-called wife Sybil who was certainly not only seemed to be an extremely charming person, but  was certainly on my list to get better acquainted with if the opportunity  occurred should she still wish to stay on the estate.   

Climbing the pulpit and pushing the so called vicar aside. I told the assembled congregation that there would be no church service that Sunday as the present incumbent was an imposter . I explained that he  had been defrocked by the Bishop some years previously. I also assured everyone that in the circumstances the Bishop had ruled that all marriages, funerals and christenings would stand as being legal, because people had made their vows  and promises before god in good faith.

I turned and informed the imposter that he should leave the parish by noon the following day and that he would be searched beforehand to ensure that he was not removing any estate property. I told the parishioners that the church would be open for private worship and that a new vicar would be appointed by the Bishop shortly.

That afternoon after a heavy lunch I decided on a walk in the grounds while my sister retired for an afternoon siesta . I stopped as I saw a footman hurrying towards me. He stopped in front of me and said “My lord the so called vicars wife wishes to see you.”
“Ok, I said send her down to the bower and send some refreshments please.” 
I took a seat in the nearby bower as I relaxed and enjoyed the winter sunshine. A few moments later I saw the young lady scurrying towards me.
I invited her to take a seat and hardly had she seated herself,  when she was making a case for me to be lenient with her brother.  There was no way that I was going to be persuaded to alter my decision, but she quite clearly made it clear to me that she was offering me her body  in an attempt to persuade me to 
change my mind.

I felt insulted by the manner in which she was prepared to prostitute herself and quite curtly I said.
“Begone woman , you are nothing but a cheap whore. I want you of the estate with your brother on the morrow.

She burst into tears as she scurried away just as Annie arrived with a tray of refreshments.
“Annie I thought you were a kitchen maid ?

“Annie I thought that thee were employed in the kitchen.“ 
“Aye that is so my Lord but the Butler was aware of the possibilities of the ladies visit and decided that I was the best person to assist his Lordship were he in any dilemma.”
She had a cheeky grin on her face and I hugged her to me. I invited her to sit with me and partake of the refreshments.

The vicars departure went quite smoothly considering. His  amorous adventures were not approved off by the local tenants,  who had been relatively powerless to do anything about it in my fathers time. The only ripple that occurred was the arrival of an angry Marsden who accused me of taking both his wife and his mistress. He was soon dispatched feeling even more sorry for himself.

After consulting with Emily regarding the poor state of the roads and the tenants properties I decided to have a tenants ball, where tenants of my estate and the Winslow estate should meet me  and receive news of  my intentions. I was particularly concerned at the state of the roads as it was the tenants responsibility to maintain the highways through their properties.

CHAPTER 4 
Anne Marie

Formality demanded that I should call on Anne Marie and her Father Lord Archer in due course  to introduce myself and to discuss the business of his indebtedness.  Emily  had somehow through her contacts got me an invitation to a  soiree at Lord Archers house on the eve of my arranged visit. The estate was next to mine to the north. Lord Archers residence was  about three miles distant, which was not easy travelling  over the rough roads and tracks of that era..

 On entering the ball room and being formally introduced to Lord Archer the host.   I had spied the Hon Anne Marie the declared fiancé of Roger Winslow across the far side of the room.  She indeed had a rare beauty with beautiful golden curls, and she was a very vivacious young lady. I knew that her rare beauty got her entrance to the highest of social circles, which included members of the royal family. She was quite naturally surrounded by a number of young bucks who were quite willing to wait on such a beauty, and it was obvious she thrived on such adoration.

I had kept very much in the background that evening, being content to stand back and just observe, although, I knew my presence had been noted by many of the local dignitaries. My action in taking foreclosing action on the Winslow estate had been duly noted and had sent a shudder of fear through many of the local gentry, especially those who were in some form of indebtedness to me. Some had already tried to ingratiate themselves with me, the others preferred to pretend that I had not been seen and so ignored me.

I did not make any great attempt to engage in conversation, preferring to remain aloof, but being very polite when I was required to do so.  After about two hours, I slipped out of the hall into the gathering twilight to get a little fresh air. Sauntering through the well kept rose garden, I came upon a quaint little summer house and settled down to enjoy the evening air, and enjoy the faint sound of music wafting on the evening breeze.

I heard laughter and voices approaching and sunk farther back into the shadows. In a few seconds a joyful Anne- Marie came tripping into sight holding her skirts clear of the muddy path, with a rather callow looking youth. After a few moments of kissing, she lifted her skirts and the young man started fucking her in the standing position.  Within about twenty seconds, he had apparently ‘shot his load ‘and laughingly did up his pantaloons, while Anne Marie protested loudly that she had not obtained any relief.

 “Use your fingers then madam.” He shouted laughing at her predicament, as he retreated back to the ballroom.

Anne Marie was sobbing quietly, as she struggled with difficulty to adjust her dress. As I moved to get in a more comfortable position, having myself been blessed with a rampant erection after watching the action a better position to see her I made a slight noise and attracted her attention. 

“Who is their “? She called.

 “Tis only myself my Lady, Lord Anthony Amesworth.  I am afraid I saw that dastardly trick the knave played on you. Can I be of any assistance?” 

“Yes My Lord if you have a rampant cock in those pantaloons I beg you to satisfy me.”

 Without any ado I slipped my pantaloons down and as the lady lifted her dress I thrust into her without further ado. I slipped into her still warm wet love tunnel without any fuss and she lay back in my arms moaning and matching my movements with great zest. Lifting her I entreated her to wrap her legs round my waist. And it was quickly obvious she was warm and very wet. She had terrific muscle control and it was as though she was trying to suck my juices out of me. She was panting and grunting and moving with abandon, her arms were clasped round my neck, as her body thrust at me and she was obviously enjoying my efforts, her movements came quicker and more frenzied and she gasped.

”Do not come inside me sir I beg thee” 

But I took no notice. It had been my original intention to deflower her if necessary, and I had already determined that I would put her with child if necessary to achieve my ends. I shot my juices  inside her, and using my extra bodily strength I held her wriggling body on to my cock, as she too orgasmed at the same time as me and then she started cursing me at my ungentle manly behaviour.

 “You bastard sir you could have put me with child.” she protested.
 I smiled to myself in the dark of the garden.
“My apologies My Lady but you are so lovely I could not stop.” 
After a few moments she cooled down, and thanked me kindly for coming to her aid.
“I am due here tomorrow to meet your father my lady.  I would welcome the opportunity of paying court to you my Lady.” I told her.
“Oh My Lord It will be an honour sire, but don’t you know sire that I am betrothed to Lord Winslow.” 
“That I do know madam, as I last saw him some few weeks ago and he spoke much about you, and your wondrous beauty and charm.“ 
“Oh My Lord you are indeed welcome, and I will leave myself free so that we can discuss our common acquaintance at length.”
The following morning I arrived and presented my card to Lord Archer. He was a funny pompous little man of short stature and well over weight. He reminded me somewhat of those boiled puddings in a bag, so round was his shape.  It was hard for me to envisage him being the father of such a gorgeous young lady such as Anne-Marie. Even on a cool morning such as this, he was sweating profusely and obviously very nervous at meeting me. 

“Welcome My Lord” he stuttered slightly “Can I offer you refreshment?”

After a few pleasantries, and general talk of the weather and other topics, I broached the subject of the overdue notes that I held against his estate. I politely pointed out, that  now such was his indebtedness, that  I would be entitled to take possession of  most of his estate, if the notes were not redeemed shortly.

“I hope to be in funds shortly My Lord.” He replied. “My daughter is to marry Lord Winslow who is returning from Africa and I am assured that he has ample funds to cover all my obligations.”

It seemed cruel for me to disillusion the poor man, but I had to.

 “Sire do you not know that Lord Winslow is bankrupt, and that I am in the process of taking over his whole estate. When I left him a few weeks ago in Zanzibar, he was desperately trying to raise funds to finance his return home.”

Poor Lord Archer collapsed into a chair, sweating profusely as he looked up at me.

 “My Lord I plead with you, can you not give me more time.” 

“I am afraid sire that travelling here I could not but note that much of your estate is in poor order, and it will cost me much to get the properties back to a profitable state. If I grant you more time, what plans have you sire, to get them back into a profitable state?” 

It was at that time, before I had received an answer my question that we were interrupted by Anne- Marie rushing to her father’s side. I was not aware that she had been listening to our conversation. She had entered without either of us being aware of her presence. 

“You should be ashamed of yourself berating an older man. I am sure my fianc้, will call you to account when he arrives.” I laughed “Nay mistress, I think not, he was riddled with the pox from fucking African slave women. He has neither money, nor good health and is reviled by those who know him. He is but a shadow of his former self.  I am sorry to tell you my lady that he is in for further shocks when he arrives home. He has no estate, nor assets of any substance that I am aware of; his parent like yours had gambled them away. 

I rose to take my leave and I turned to Lord Archer and said.

 “My Lord, I am sorry to leave you in such a state. I will instruct my business manager to contact you to arrange settlement shortly.”

Anne-Marie turned to me, her face bearing a look of concentration. “My Lord I think we have unfinished business from last evening, perhaps we can discuss that in my rooms and leave my papa  in peace ?” 

“Certainly my lady. It will be a pleasure” I responded, as she led the way to her sitting room. Sitting demurely she turned her face to me as she spoke.

“Are you aware sire, that you may have put me with child last evening? 

“Yes my Lady, but I am also very aware that before I entered you another man also emptied his juices into you and any child could also be his offspring. I am not such a fool as to accept the blame for your previous lovers.”

Her face fell as she took in my response. ” Yes my Lord, I agree that is a possibility, but yours was of the greatest volume, and to be sure I felt that yours must have had the greatest opportunity.” 

I looked down at the strain on her childlike face, as I stood once again to take my leave, her perfect features, her blonde hair and china blue eyes and I must admit that I felt admiration for her stance. She must have felt such despair at the turn of events in her home that day, yet she was fighting back in the only way she knew how.

“Please sire be seated and tell me the news about my fianc้ Roger as you promised.”

I sat and told her. “There is nothing good that I can tell you my Lady. Your fianc้ is totally without funds; he is poxed up again for about the third time. He is addicted to black slave girls, who he treats badly; he has gambled and drunken most of his assets away, relying on his parent and yours, to pay his debts, not knowing that both estates are forfeit, and his inheritance no longer exist.”

I expected her to break down and cry, but my admiration for her grew, as I watched her deal with this latest blow to her livelihood. Then she looked up at me and smiled.

 “Then sire, I shall not engage in matrimony with him, how can I. I thank you for warning me; instead I shall take thee as my future husband instead, as you have almost likely put me with child.” 

I was speechless at her temerity and her assumption that I would take her as my wife, yet thinking quickly, I realised that this fitted in very well with my plan for the downfall of Richard Winslow and would surely enrage him beyond any reason. Nothing could be better. But I had at that time no intention of marrying such a trollop.

I looked at her and said “I would be honoured my Lady I you would accept my courtship, the matter of marriage must indeed wait awhile, we do not know each other sufficiently.” She smiled sweetly at me, and she stood and took my hand. Come my Lord, and you shall formerly ask my parents permission to pay court to me as protocol demands.” 

Within minutes I found myself formerly asking her parent for his permission to pay court to his daughter.  The poor man seeing the financial advantage of such a union as a lifeline brightened up considerably and formerly and effusively gave me his permission to pay court to Anne-Marie. On leaving her father, Anne- Marie led me upstairs to her bed room and bolted the door.  Her intention towards me was clear.

I put my arms round her, and kissed her gently as I explored her mouth with my tongue. I caressed her back and buttocks, but it was hard going through her whale bone corsets and petticoats.  I think dear lady; we are wearing too many clothes.
  She smiled and said “Yes indeed my Lord, shall we undress in front the fire? 

“What a good idea my love.” I replied. I felt a slight twinge of guilt after all Anne-Mari could scarce refuse my advances. But I judged her to be generally overgenerous with her favours, and unlike many women of this time, she enjoyed the sexual act. 

 My conscience bade me say to her “Look my Lady it will not go against you if you say no to intercourse with me. “

“Thank you my Lord that was good of you to say that, but I be as willing as I think you are, but  this will not be the first time as I recall, and now that we are as good as affianced, and as you have in all likelihood,  put me with child.  I see little merit in depriving ourselves of such enjoyment before our nuptials. 

We hastily undressed in front the fire and I looked down at her. She dropped her skirts and petticoats to the floor.  And helped me with my boots and tight pantaloons. She smiled and gave a tinkly laugh as she nearly went backwards when my boot came off in a rush.   My eyes drifted on down and I saw her slim waist and hips and her long legs. 

“You really are quite beautiful my lady “I said, and she dropped her head a little and blushed.

 I slowly rubbed my hand through her few strands of blonde pubic hair and she shuddered, with pleasure” 

 “My Lord, it would be nice if we stayed here on the bear rug rather than on the bed, tis warm and away from the draught.”

“Yes, a good idea” I replied.

 I raised her face and lightly kissed her on the lips. As I broke my kiss I said.

 "You have nothing to fear from me my dear.” and I smiled at her.

 She smiled back at me and put her hands around my neck, and pulled me to her, and again kissed me very passionately, as her firm little breasts pushed against my chest, causing my erection to push into her firm belly.  She stared down at my now hard cock and ran her hand over its length, slowly jerking it as she did. Her cool hands caused me to come to my full size, and she seemed surprised at my size

"My Lord you are very big" She told me.

Without waiting for a reply, she dropped to her knees; she took my cock into her mouth. It twitched as it met the warm wetness of her mouth. She began sucking and pulling it in and out of her mouth, and then she put her hands on my buttocks and began fucking me hard with her mouth, pulling me deeper and deeper into her hot mouth. My balls slapped her chin as she drove me even deeper than I thought was possible, and it didn't take long until I felt the sensations rising from my balls. I arched my back and yelled as I filled her mouth with my juices. 

She swallowed hungrily and as she pulled me out, she sucked the last drops from my cock. 

"That was great my lady “I said as I looked down at her with my cock still in my hand and she slid her hand over its glistening wet shaft. 

"I haven't done that for a long time." she said as she continued to play with my cock. "I thought maybe I'd lost my touch my Lord," she smiled up at me. 

She stood up, still holding my cock tightly and said.  "Let's see what else we can do My Lord. “

As she lay down on the sheepskin rug, my cock came back to life. She lay on her back and guided my cock to her vagina lips and ran it up and down the length of her vagina and then slowly put it in. Her vagina felt like velvet, as the head of my cock glided in and soon I was buried to the hilt and my balls slapping against her buttocks. I began to stroke, slowly at first; she seemed so small and frail and I did not want to hurt her. As I picked up the pace, I put my mouth on her tit, I sucked her nipple up into my mouth as I rode her and nibbled on it with my teeth, her face lost it's colour as she franticly thrust her hips up to meet my thrusts. We were fucking so hard that I thought my balls would wedge in her ass cheeks and suddenly she tensed up and let out a long piercing scream, "Ooooooooooooooo!!" 

That was all it took, as I pumped my juices again into that sweet pussy, I collapsed on to her, and just lay there with my cock still engaged. I felt her constricting her vaginal muscles as she milked the last of my juices out of me. She had a smile that went from ear to ear, as she pulled her head up and kissed me. As my cock softened, I rolled off her and lay beside her stroking her nipples with one hand and her hair with the other. 

"My Lord, that was fantastic, it seems indeed that we could indeed be blessed with many brats in our marriage" she said. "She Kissed me gently on the lips. 

She crawled down and took my limp cock in her mouth and sucked it back to life. I stared at her vagina lips as she sucked my cock again and saw our juices oozing out of it. I reached over and played with her clit as she sucked me and she sucked harder. Soon she was groaning with my cock in her mouth as my probing fingers brought her to off again. 

She sucked furiously as she came, and I soon filled her mouth again, and my juices ran out of the corner of her mouth and down onto her breasts. We fell asleep on the rug and I awoke about the same time she did. The log fire had burned down and we were both feeling the cold. I reached over and embraced her and started sucking on her nipples I picked her up and lay her on the bed as I started to dress...

She looked up at me. “Now my Lord surely we are truly affianced, may I take it that you will come to some agreement with my father over his indebtedness?”
I smiled and said. Yes my Lady, but I am a man of business and I want my money, but I’m sure my business manager will find a way.”    

“You must appreciate my Lord that I have a fondness for you as a man but I do not pretend that we have a deep passionate love for one another - at least not yet. You will of course appreciate my Lord that I have a rare beauty and will surely enhance your standing in society. In other words my Lord I will use all my endeavours in your service in every possible way.”

I thanked her and duly put my interpretation that she was going to play around if she felt like it and if she could claim it was in my interest. I was a little irked, but as I had no intention of ever marrying with her it did not concern me unduly. I knew however that Richard Winslow would be drawn to her and thus to me on his return and that was what I wanted.

                                                        I Meet Lady Hammond
Chapter 5

One of the penalties of being affianced to Anne-Marie, was the obligation to escort her to various boring social events. The very first occasion that I met Lady Helen Hammond, was at a wedding where she was a bridesmaid. I had once again,  managed to escape from the festivities,  and was taking a breather in the stable yard enjoying the peace and quiet after the loud music and endless social chatter. When out of the corner of my eye, I saw the very beautiful lady Hammond approach me. 

She walked briskly towards me, holding her  dress up to avoid it getting soiled in the muck of the stable yard . Helen looked stunning in her white bridesmaid dress,  her face was flushed,  and her lips slightly parted. She had lovely soft brown hair and an almost perfect figure.  From her demeanor , I sensed that she was obviously very excited or nervous, she smiled as she approached me.

“Ah here you are my Lord, once again escaping the festivities , you naughty man.”

I replied “Aye my lady, and now  it becomes much more pleasant,  with your  charming company:”

 It almost seemed she had been running as her breath came quickly and rather ragged. I froze slightly  when Helen stopping in front of me, and brazenly placed her hand quite boldly but gently on my groin. Helen's eyes never left me as she leaned forward then put her lips to mine, and  using her free hand started to  unbutton my breeches  and then gently  pulled out my hard cock. 

“What are you doing my Lady? I asked in shock as I pulled back .Her behaviour was far more forward than any lady of quality dare consider in this age.

“The truth my Lord is I want you ….No,  I want you to give me a baby as my husband can not. Anne-Marie gives us her blessing.”
 
All I could think of,  was that this was not the place as other people could come out into the yard.  Then I heard a noise from the stables, a horse whinnying, the ideal place I thought to fuck one of Anne-Maries best friends.  I struggled to pull my breeches up past my knees as we hobbled to the nearby stable.  I dropped her to a pile of straw in a vacant stall

Helen  reached up and grabbed the base of my dick with a firm grip. Her little hand could not wrap completely around me but her grip held me in place. Helen smiled up at me 

“Wow” she said if Anne-Marie don’t ever want you Anthony dear , I will have you any time.”

Helen seemed to be studying my cock,  intently . My cock was dark purple in colour in her tight grip and a dollop of  precum was forming at the tip. Finally Helen looked up at me and said with a slight 
drunken slur. 

"You are so big now sir I am just a little afraid." I had no response to that, so I just nodded my head.

 Helen returned her gaze back to my penis. I watched in awe when her tongue flicked out of her mouth and scooped the precum off the tip. I gave an audible gasp at the sensation as it struck me and my fingers of their own accord tightened in Helen's soft brown hair.

Helen slowly took the head of my penis between her lips, stretching her mouth wide. It was incredibly  hot and wet. Helen did not slide her mouth up and down my shaft  Instead she ran her tongue around the head . It felt good but I wanted more of my penis in her mouth. She obviously lacked the experience of her friend Anne-Marie

Then Helen started sucking, even with just the head in her mouth, her mouth seemed stretched to extreme. Her cheeks hollowed as Helen increased suction around the tip. Still the need to push deeper in her mouth was overwhelming. That is when I decided to take a hand, and with my hands still gripping her hair, I pushed my hips forward. At first,  I was not very forceful and only a half inch more of my 
cock slipped past her lips. Helen was resisting further intrusion,  causing me great pleasure. It was a chain reaction, the harder Helen resisted me, the harder I pushed  and the deeper I got. 

To my mind Helen had never looked more beautiful than she did with me trying to cram my cock down her throat. As hard as I was trying though, I barely had two inches in her mouth. As it was her mouth looked impossibly  stretched. 

My orgasm started to boil and when Helen looked up at me, I started to spurt. 

"Oh Helen!" was all that I could moan as I let loose.

 I not sure if Helen tried to retreat from my cock, my hands were straining to pull her face even closer to my groin. The orgasm shattered my brain, each spurt of  my juices  through my spine sending me to oblivion. I felt Helen swallow each spurt I was giving her. It was a wonderful feeling.

My senses slowly returned to me, yet Helen continued to milk the last drops from my spent cock. Finally, I released my fingers from her  hair. She gingerly slid her lips off my cock, causing another tremor to hit my body. 

 Helen gave a drunken giggle and lost her balance and sprawled on to her back.. I was ready to laugh, until I realized that Helen was now spread eagled in front of me. Her legs were wide apart and I could see her white cotton underwear. 

In a flash I had lifted her white bridesmaids dress and I was between Helen's legs and my still hard cock was pushing against her wet bloomers in an instant. I kissed her on the neck  and ears. I continued to push against her panties covered pussy while I bit her neck and nibbled her ear, for a short time. 

Then Helen said, "You are a  joy my Lord a real joy for any maiden." 

While she spoke her hands were busy removing her panties to clear my entry, they also guided my cock to her wet hole. Even just the tip sliding inside of Helen's entrance was amazing. So warm and wet,  not to mention incredibly tight. Instincts over- took me and I continued to press my hips forward. Helen's pussy was tighter than her mouth,  but gave way much easier to penetration. She was panting  and moaning so loud in my ear that I could hear little else.  

Instead of slowing me down her moaning and panting spurred me on. Helen's pussy gradually stretched to fit all of me.  My only concern at the time was  to relieve my self the burden of my orgasm. It did not take long before I started shooting again. I pushed myself as deep as I could, spraying the depth of Helen's love tunnel .  She yelled at me not to pull out.

 "My lady you have it all !" I told her 

Both Helen and I were breathing heavily with my thick  cock still deep in her stretched pussy. I was not finished though,  I began to once again slide back and forth inside her. Helen was trying  to help me  her arms were tight round my neck and her satin encased legs were locked around my back , as I continued to slowly pound as deep as I could.

Helen's eyes were shut, her body started to shake,  her back was arching  against me, giving me better access to continue. I wanted to please this lovely woman, and I was taking my time to give us both maximum pleasure. Helen's vagina muscles were grabbing my cock tightly, and I could feel my whole length in as deep into her as I could. 

I grabbed Helen's limp legs and pulled them on my chest. I leaned forward, resting my weight against her thighs and for the first time I reached for Helen's covered breasts. I could feel her nipples poking into my palms through her  bridesmaids dress..

Helen was intense, it was obvious now  that she was really enjoying things. Her head moved from side to side, her hair plastered with perspiration across her face. The moans coming from her lips with each stroke inside her, was more than I ever dreamed of. Then she stopped moving under me as her body tensed for a moment and then relaxed and then tensed back up. I knew that she had orgasmed and that encouraged me. My orgasm started to build in me, unlike before when my body just reacted. My slow pace was no longer enough,  and I again began to pump my cock faster into her. That is when I came again for the third time, a jolt of pleasure went through me, and I flopped on the hay to recover. 

I was still gasping for breath when she bent over me and started  kissing my face softly, whispering, 

“You  lovely man Thank you. I hope that tonight you have put me with child and given my husband an heir." 

Her legs were still pinned beneath me when I took Helen's face in my hands. My soft penis was still trapped in her cum filled pussy, held by Helen's pussy muscles.  It was some time later that we dressed and went back to the festivities.

Two weeks later I was informed by Anne-Marie that we had been invited for a holiday with Lord and Lady Hammond. This was a bit awkward for me with the amount of work that I had  to cope with. I did however, get agreement that Emily Roper my business manager who would keep me supplied with documentation by courier on a daily basis that needed my attention during my stay with the Hammonds.

My previous encounter with the then unknown to me Lady Hammond in the stables,  had left me unprepared for meeting the real life Lady Hammond. The formal hostess,  and the friend of my affianced Anne-Marie surprised me. She was not the randy flighty lady I had first thought, but a mature sensible very talented lady, who I quickly grew to admire. She was not physically a large lady,  in fact she was lime Anne-Marie quite petite. She had beautiful hazel coloured  eyes, and a figure that must have been the envy of any woman,  but above all  she had a large heart and a warm personality, and she was a lady who one could soon come to feel genuine admiration and affection for..

I had always suspected  that our encounter in the stables was not just a chance meeting but had been carefully pre-planned, at least by her, with  Anne-Maries knowledge. She was not, I soon found not naturally promiscuous,  but rather I would describe her as a lady with an ageing husband who desperately needed an heir to their large and prosperous estate, before he departed this world, which would not be long in coming. Having met Lord Hammond I soon gathered that much as he tried he was physically past the days when he could fully satisfy his wife’s needs and the chance that he could produce an heir were fading fast.

I soon realised that his Lordship was not a fool,  he was I am sure fully aware of the reason for our prolonged stay under his roof.  Although Helen Hammond and Anne Marie had been close friends from an early age,  our extended visit was out of character of their previous friendship. Anne-Marie aware of her friends need, was doing her best by making me available to her best friend in her hour of need.

Anne-Marie meanwhile was avoiding any discussion with me on the reason for our visit and while she deliberately and obviously made time for me to service her friend, she would not ever discuss the matter with me, even when I tactfully tried to mention the subject. Anne-Marie had become quite possessive recently , and while in these days it was more or less accepted that a gentleman could get away with numerous affairs, and keeping several mistresses, ladies themselves must remain virtuous, or be seen to be virtuous by society at large. To me at this time, it was a real measure of her real friendship for her best friend. 

The first and last time it happened at her home was when Anne-Marie had gone riding and Lord Hammond was having his afternoon siesta. I was relaxing and going through some papers about the Curzon street Brothels; Just reading about these wonderfully prosperous establishments keeping  me somewhat excited and was making me a little randy.  I had also been thinking about one of the charming young housemaids who had shown an interest in me since our arrival,  and I was sure was easily available should I require her.

But suddenly in my hour of need Lady Helen Hammond appeared at the entrance to my bedchamber, she was wearing  a  silk negligee which amounted to very little and somehow I was in no doubt of the reason for her appearance. All thoughts of the amorous housemaid disappeared as I gazed at this beautiful vision. 

I jumped to my feet and bowed "My Lady what a pleasure" 
I gasped as for a brief moment I was embarrassed.
 She smiled and sat on the edge of my bed. 
“My Lord I wish with your approval to renew our most recent acquaintance - you left me with many unfulfilled desires and so for a few hours we find ourselves with time to renew our acquaintance in more congenial circumstances."  

As she spoke she moved over to the bed lying back with her hands clasped behind her head, just gazing up at me. She laughed with a tinge of nervousness as she looked at the delighted yet surprised expression on my face. As her words sunk in, I moved towards her and she gave a light tinkle laugh and lowered her legs to the floor. Reaching her I pulled her negligee open, and I bent my head and sucked hard on her nipples. Her shoulders began to tremble as she held my head tight against her breasts. Her nipples were red and hard. I loved the way she looked. I thought that she was about to speak

“Hush," I told her even though, she hadn't as yet said anything. 

I pulled her closer and tighter to me, arms wrapping around her body. She held me moaning slightly as I made love to both breasts. As my hand went down her body and cupped her most private part Lady Helen's trembling became more pronounced and soft sighs and whimpers escaped from her lips. Her knees gave out, but I caught her in my arms and lowered us both to the bed. I held her tight as my heart beat against her breasts.

We remained on the bed as a summer storm began to rage outside. Swaying trees, booming thunder and arrow sharp lightening flashed mirroring our passion, which like the storm built and built. She glanced up into my eyes with a look that told me exactly what she wanted. She reached up to me, put her soft arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers, my lips to hers as our bodies merged and melted together. I tasted her lips again as our tongues were like snakes as they explored each others mouths. 

My lips locked on hers. Neither of us said another word to each other now. Only passion and lust was pulsing in our veins. It was an unspoken hunger between us, which had awakened between us. I pulled away for a moment gasping for air, she had me that worked up. Her eyes were bright and very large now as she looked up into my face. Even with a dark almost black sky from the storm outside me could see the fire in her eyes.

"My Lady!" I whispered

"Hush," she softly sighed using my own words. 

She pulled me down completely harder on top of her. I knew she cold feel the outline of my hard cock pressing against her hard pelvis, as I lay between her open legs. Wrapped in each other's arms, we lowered ourselves completely on to the bed now. As I lay between her open thighs, the skirt of her negligee had moved up around her stomach leaving her most private parts entirely bare. 

As huge trees swayed from the strong wind outside and, the rain beat so hard against the windows of the house I was sure it was hailing. For a brief moment a slight worry crossed my mind as I wondered how Anne-Marie was coping in the weather. But more pressing things were crossing my mind and eliminating the anxiety that I briefly felt. She raised herself to remove her negligee as I also took the opportunity to rid myself of my remaining clothes, throwing them on the floor.  

Now completely nude she moaned,  and I knew that that she could feel my cock pressing against her wet vagina. I asked her if she wanted it inside her she whispered the word 

“Yes!" As she did I placed the swollen purple cock head at the centre of her love tunnel. 

Helen moaned again, 'Do it My Lord. But gently!" And as she spoke she lifted her hips to make it easier for me to insert it. I did! 

As the storm grew more violent with each minute that passed our passion grew white hot. No fear of our partners knowing what we were doing now, was even considered. Nor did we care at that moment if they were sitting in the room watching us. Nothing was going to stop us from allowing each other to enjoy the other person's body. Lost somewhere between lust and passion the rhythms of sex began for both of us. There were soft cries of pleasure and louder moans and sighs of lust as our bodies merged and then pulled back only to merge again! feeling the intense enjoyment that only comes from good sex. It was hard to get inside her. She felt like I was tearing her apart, as I pushed. I went slowly and she told me I wasn't hurting her. I pushed more into her.

As I penetrated Helen body completely with my cock, lightening flashed so bright it seemed like it had hit the house. The loud sound of thunder made me jump. The strike was very, very close as I embedded her now completely with my cock! As I did, Helen arched her back and lifted her hips and buttocks up off the bed again ,which lifted us both up off the bed. Seconds later as she climaxed and screamed as her body began to cum and flood her vagina with her warm wetness of cum.

 "OH YES!" was all she said as she arched us up off the bed again and again! Helen began to go wild under me cumming and climaxing unlike any recent experience of mine. 

I wasn't far behind. My body thrust deep into her and as she lifted her legs and locked them around me, she held me tightly inside her. I held her and whispered in her ear that I was going to cum too. She moaned and squeezed me even tighter, as she told me to fill her with love. I had no choice, I was already cumming now pumping the first shot of my  warm wet sperm deep inside her womb.

As the thunder boomed and lightening flashed all around us now,  I could feel Helen’s heart beating as her body touched mine; her breath was coming in in short gasps.  Her body actions told me she was nearing a climax, she rolled her head and moaned as climax after climax wracked her body, she rolled around, almost throwing me off her as her passion mounted .

My mouth was wet and hot on her breasts, nipples and on her throat and shoulders as I kissed, licked and sucked on any place I could reach. I could feel my body beginning to react, as my own conclusion came nearer and nearer as she held me deep inside her body.  My lips moved to hers, our tongues intertwining. As almost as one, we gave our juices to the other  

We had shared our bodies together for the second time and it had been fantastic, nothing like our brief time in the stables. As we lay on the bed with Helen under me, and the storm raging outside she held me tightly and told me not to move. We both felt the wonderful feeling of our sex locked together. Her vagina held my cock tight and deep and it was wonderful.

I don't know how long we stayed that way but soon I felt her moving. Rotating her hips and softly telling me she had to move.

I could sense that she was feeling that exquisite tension swelling inside her again as was I. At first it was slower than the previous ones. With slow even motions now she began to rock her lower body round in small circles. They began to grow wider and faster as she started to orgasm again! With my cock still three-quarters hard she moved faster and even faster and then when I didn't think she could move any faster under me she did! Still faster she arched her back and cried out with an animal sound from deep inside her throat! Then she achieved another climax. This one was the best yet! Again now with even more rapid thrusting of her hips up into me as her orgasm grew! It swelled throughout her entire being and made her scream out as her body reached the peak and she achieved a level of pleasure she had never known before. 

I met her cries of passion with my own orgasm and pumped more cum into her squeezing love tunnel Like the thunder and lightening outside we joined together again and climaxed almost in unison. For an untold time we held each other not moving. My cock was as deep inside Lady Hammonds body as far as I could possibly get.. She held me with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body. Locked in this embrace; we lost the storm, our spouses, and the world. We lost everything but each other. We were both drained.

 She told me, "Oh My Lord! I can't do this again. Anne Marie is my friend and I feel as though I am betraying her trust. My feelings for you my lord are far too deep.  It hurts me to be unfaithful to my husband  and I hope that today you made the baby  my husband and I need.  I had to come to you ! This however, is too good and I dare not risk feeling this way with thee again. You feel so good my darling man!"

Her Lord and master was old and I knew that after our days so passionate and successful love making she would not dare to risk another meeting with me while he lived and I too had to maintain my relationship with Anne-Marie, not for any sentimentality but I knew she was the bait that that would bring my quarry to me. My desire for revenge was well on track and this brief affair had been nothing but a welcome diversion. 

After my exit in disgrace to Zanzibar where I fell in with the Hon Roger Winslow again. At his persuasion  I joined him in his slave running activities but I was soon sickened by his cruelty towards the   young  black women, who he would rape at his whim women. Also the unnecessary deaths of slaves all brought about by  greed and lust. I was frantically seeking a way out of this sordid occupation when by chance I happened to save the life of one Mohammad, a brother of the Sultan and ruler of Zanzibar and Oman.

He insisted in presenting me to his brother the Sultan, and I quite quickly became a close friend of the Royal Family. It was Mohammad who like many Arabs, detested the unnecessary suffering and waste caused by the slave trade, who invited me to join their ventures in the merchandising of spices silks and precious gems. Roger Winslow and I parted company on bad terms.

My new ventures were moderately successful, but the turning point came when I managed to buy in an ex French naval frigate at a good price, and converted her to being a fast running lightly armed carrier. With her spread of sail and design she could out sail any Arab dhow or any pirate, and increase our share of the market.  This ship increased our profits enormously, and extended our markets into Europe. In no time we had both become fairly wealthy men.  After a time, I had become extremely wealthy in my own right and I  reinvested my earnings and now owned seven of these ex navy converted sloops and frigates.

Whilst living in Zanzibar I lived alone with a housekeeper and a housemaid. Although I detested slavery the only type of housemaid I could get, would have to be a slave. So I reluctantly agreed, but made it clear that any slave we bought had to be treated fairly. I had been told by the housekeeper that she had bought a young girl cheaply for the housework,  and  at first  I did not pay much attention, but I saw glimpses of her as she passed the door of the dining room, or sometimes I caught glimpses of her  in the kitchen yard. I got the impression that she was deliberately avoiding me, as she would scuttle away as soon as I came into her view.  I became increasingly intrigued with this flitting young girl, who was quite black in colour and dressed in only a thin cotton dress. She was not as far as I could tell beautiful in the classic sense but exuded a special something that attracted me.

Not wishing to be too obvious,  I decided to visit her one night after the housekeeper had retired,  and so I went to the attic where I knew she slept.   I crept up on her quietly and I realised she was sobbing. I raised my candle so that I could see better.   At first all I saw was a bundle lying on the floor then I recognized the cotton dress hanging on the wall and on an old mattress lying on the floor . I saw her hiding under a thin dirty blanket.

I crouched down beside her and said quietly "What is the matter girl?"

 “I’m frightened of the dark massa." she replied. 

"I have a candle here so there is no need to be frightened any more. “

As I spoke I put my arm round her to lift her up and she moaned and cried

 "Don't hurt master. I'll do what you want." 

As I lifted her the blanket fell off and I saw that her back was covered in scars. They were deep scars that indicated that she had been consistently beaten and burned badly. 

“No man want me now massa, they don’t want girl with bad back. That’s why I'se cheap at auction"

I was filled with a deep hatred of whoever could do this to any other human being. The more I looked, I could see that many of the scars had putrefied and were not yet healed,  even walking must have been agony for her. I lifted her carefully and carried her to my bedroom and called a friend of mine who was a doctor. He was not as horrified as I had been.

" I can have a fair guess who would do this." he told me. It's a sort of game they play just for fun." 

He went into detail that I would not dare repeat,  but the name of the person he mentioned, was my old compatriot The Hon Roger Winslow. This was eventually confirmed by the girl Jammarree herself. Over the following weeks she told me how her mother and sister had been raped continuously by Winslow and his friends and then the seaman on the slave ship. When they had tired of them they had  tossed them overboard alive to feed the sharks.

He had kept Jammarree  for his own personal use  as she was the prettiest, and had frequently raped her and lent her to friends for sex while he watched. They would frequently beat her just for the pleasure of it. Recently however,  he had acquired some new girls and eventually tiring of her,  he had sold her on through the slave auction. She was young enough and pretty enough to attract attention until prospective buyers saw her back, and then they would usually quickly pull out of the bidding.

My housekeeper did not approve of my keeping her in my bedroom, although it was some three weeks before we eventually became intimate. When she was better she took over the duties of the housekeeper. The previous housekeeper had left in disgust. It was not possible for me to marry her, because of my title and mixed marriages were just not tolerated in this day, but there was no doubt that we were deeply in love and she went with me everywhere, although I soon became very much an outcast with the white community. This did not bother me and with my Arab connections my prosperity grew rapidly.

Eventually I had to return home on the death of my father, I wanted to bring Jammarree with me, but she felt that she could not stand the climate or being a lone black in a white community. I gave her, her freedom and a sufficient  income to return to her home or to make such arrangements as she desired. She was happy with this arrangement,  and I vowed that if possible I would eventually return to her, this had been my firm intention when I arrived in England and still was. 

Two weeks after our visit to Lady Hammond our official engagement party had been planned by Anne-Maries father. This was a very grand affair and was attended by everyone in the county who was somebody. It also included many dignitaries from the City.  I was not a great socialiser but this was a necessity which had to be faced. The house was full of guests who were stopping overnight or longer and many had been lodged with other local gentry or local hostelries.

The night was in full swing and the fiddles were playing and everyone was paying court to Anne - Marie and myself offering their congratulations. The time came when the official announcement was to be made by his Lordship,  Anne- Marie was hanging on my arm and was bubbling, she loved being in the limelight, and this was an occasion which she had always dreamed about.

The night had been traumatic, Lady Hammond had arrived and she looked absolutely lovely. I was now increasingly convinced that I was indeed in love with her. I was in a state of excitement just seeing her again. She was accompanied by her husband who greeted me warmly, but Lady Hammond was glowing. Anne Marie told me later that her friend  was in fact pregnant, and if that was the case it must have been I concluded, from our first meeting in the stable. 

His Lordship Anne Maries father was just in the middle of his announcement when their was an interruption in the doorway. In the doorway stood a disheveled muddy and smelly Hon Roger Winslow. He was dirty and travel stained and extremely livid. I could have a good guess at the  reason because I had made sure that when I took possession of his family home, I had left  instructions  that he could not be re-admitted and must be forcibly ejected if necessary. The tenants of the estate had never liked him and it seemed that they had enjoyed the job of forcibly evicting him by way of a dung heap, or so I learned later.     

He strolled across the room towards me his fist raised shouting words to the effect that I had stolen his land and home, and now I had also stolen his fianc้. I stood my ground but Anne-Marie wasted no time in greeting him. 

"I have no wish to marry a slaver and a murderer and especially a pauper, be gone with you. She shouted" 

I had to restrain Anne-Marie from striking him, he in turn was so incensed that he raised his hand towards Anne-Marie and I had to intervene. I caught and held his arm, and by that time several house servants had arrived and carried him away without any assistance from myself.  

Now I realised that their was no point in me carrying on with the charade with Anne-Marie. I knew Roger Winslow would not be far away from her or me,  and I knew that Anne-Marie would never make me a good wife. She could not be faithful to any man for long and I had no illusions on that score. I knew that my dear Lady Helen Hammond was the lady I loved and it was obvious to me that she would be widowed in a short time and that she was also carrying my child.

I spoke quietly to Anne-Maries father and asked him to cancel tonight’s event until Anne-Marie’s feelings were made clear, and we could make an announcement unsullied by the type of interruption we had experienced this evening. Anne-Marie was furious with me, she wanted to continue and I in turn decided I had a good enough excuse to return home that night with my valet and groom. 

I made my apologies to everyone and as I was about to leave I found Helen at my elbow. She said.

”Dear man I am so sorry. I hope that I was in no way the cause”  I smiled down at her 

“Do not be sorry dear lady – it is you that I love and only you. I will wait until the day comes that you and I can marry. It would be wrong of me to marry Anne-Marie if my feelings for you are so strong.”

 She was embarrassed by my remarks  and blushed. 

“Dear man – do you know that I carry your child? “

“ Yes I do – Anne-Marie told me earlier. I am delighted.”  

It was a slow arduous journey home and we had only been abed for about one hour when their was a hammering on the door that woke the whole house. A few minutes later a clergyman was brought to my rooms.

 “I am the Rev Hapgood. My Lord and I carry a message from the captain of the Mohammad II which docked yesterday in Bristol. He  sent me ahead to tell you that  your ex slave  Jammarree will be arriving on the morrow by coach from Bristol..”

 I was stunned and yet pleased that Jammarree was safe. I had the Rev Hapgood given a room until I returned  and assured him I would journey to Lichfield to fetch her. 

Jammarree Comes Home
Chapter 6

I waited impatiently  outside the Winslow Arms . It was a bright but very cold morning and I wondered how Jammarree would fare in this bitter weather. I had previously had two rooms set aside for Jammarree and myself  with Jenny the landlady. I did not think that Jammarree would wish to travel further this day. Although I suspected we would use only one bed that night, but for the sake of appearances I had taken the two rooms. 

Eventually the coach came in sight round the corner and pulled to a stop.  Jammarree was the first to  alight wearing a straw hat and carrying a small bundle. She rushed towards me her arms outstretched.. I  took her in my arms and hugged her close to me. There was a lot of pent up love in that hug we gave each other.

We entered the inn taking a table next to the roaring log fire and ordered hot food. Jammarree was very hungry. She told me how as soon as I had gone, Roger Winslow had snatched her and told her she was no longer free. He had torn up her papers and kept her locked up. She thought that he was now probably sterile as a result of his various venereal illnesses, as he had left her well alone sexually.  On getting his passage to England on the Mohammad II he obviously did not  know that the ship belonged to me. He had wanted to keep her  with him, but the Captain had imprisoned Roger Winslow in his cabin, knowing full well my hatred for Winslow, and freed her into the custody of the Rev Hapgood  who was returning home to England after doing Missionary work in Africa.

I sat in silence as she told me her story ,becoming even more enraged as it unfolded.  It was then that Jenny’s husband who was the official tenant of the Winslow Arms approached me and said in a very hostile voice.

“My Lord I can not have a blackamoor eating here or as a guest  in the guest rooms, but she may if she wishes  bunk down in the stables.”

 I stood up and was about to hit him, when Jenny his wife who was just clearing some  dishes nearby  intervened.

” She stays in the room reserved for her by her Lordship and that’s final.” She told her husband.

I told him my voice cold with anger.  “I own these premises now that Lord Winslow is bankrupt and the tenancy is given at my discretion  I think you have just given me due cause to consider reviewing your tenancy here.”

 Jenny was livid with her husband and set about him with a meat dish. After we had gone to my room, Jenny came and apologised for her husband. I told her that I was ending his tenancy and transferring it to her instead, a move which was rather unusual in those days.

“ Whether you employ him or not will be your problem Jenny.” I told her.

The next day we traveled back  home.  Jammarree was made welcome by everyone including my sister where she was treated as a guest and ate with the family. I had a meeting with Rev Hapgood thanking him for looking after Jammarree, I then explained the problem that we had relating to the ex vicar. 
I offered the Rev Hapgood the living, subject to the Bishops approval which relieved me of one of my most pressing problems. 

In the meantime I was being pressed by Mistress Roper to give some attention to my properties in London. I felt that now would be a good time to call on Lord Archer and tell him that I no longer wished to be affianced to his daughter Anne-Marie. He almost had a heart attack at the prospect of having no savior for his debts. I did however assure him that I would appoint a manager who would report to me, to bring his properties back into profit. I told him however he would have to curb his  outgoings and operate within a strict budget, or else I would foreclose.

I visited Anne-Marie to give her my decision.  She was livid  with rage and threatened to sue me for ‘Breach of Contract’  which was of course  allowed in those days. I then assured her that if she wished to do so, then she should go ahead, but that my offer of help to her father would be removed and we would foreclose on the estate forthwith. At this she reconsidered her actions. Satisfied that Jammarree was now safe and with my family, and she had decided to act as companion to my sister  I decided the time was now ripe to travel to London.

I had previously made arrangements to have my arch enemy Roger Winslow followed, as he made his way round London where he had many contacts. He had tried to get access to the old Winslow home, but I had taken steps to ensure that the staff their did not admit or befriend him in any way.   I got weekly reports on his movements and activities. He had, according to my reports been making vast use of previous acquaintances and friends. He had borrowed money and scrounged accommodation from a variety of sources. But in time these contacts began to shut their doors to him ,encouraged by my agents who took great care in blackening  his character in any way possible.

He was fast wearing out his welcome from all these sources. He apparently had been offered sanctuary by one of the new rich Northern Industrialists who offered him funds to marry his overweight and very plain daughter. This would give his daughter the title of Lady.  Winslow was keen to accept this offer, until I deliberately  spread the word that he had or was suffering from several venereal diseases obtained in Zanzibar. The offer was quickly withdrawn and he was back without hope.

 The only point of saving grace and indeed the only asset he had was his title. I knew that many families would willingly marry their daughters to him just for the title. This possibility was a big danger to my plans, and I had to be sure that this did not happen. The time was coming  when I knew I had to act to end it all.

 Friends were growing tired of his company and his continual sponging  and society at large had come to appreciate that he was indeed on a downward spiral. The time was approaching when even  I began to feel slightly sorry for him. But that soon changed when I thought of the suffering he had inflicted on  my Jammarree and so many other people. The suffering he was experiencing was nothing to the evil he had been responsible for and especially the evil he had done to my beloved Jammarree and her family

He had started visiting brothels and had been ejected and beaten up for non payment, and for raucous and drunken behaviour. This was good news for me, and now it was my intent to accelerate the downward spiral in any way I could thus ensuring his eventual destruction. An outline plan was forming in my mind, and to that end I sent orders to the captain to bring the Mohammad II round to the port of London to await further instructions. She had loaded in Bristol and was about to return to Zanzibar and was due to berth within a few days..

On arriving in London Emily Roper and I, got settled into our London Home then we decided to visit  35 Curzon street . We went without warning and  found it was  a large spacious house, previously having belonged to a wealthy family who had lost their fortune, through sheer neglect  Large parts of the house were in decay and unused.  The house was  dirty and the girls looked seedy and past the age when customers would wish to be entertained by them. The Madam in charge a lady by the name of Daisy Watling an ex whore, was well sizzled on gin when we arrived. She was filthy in appearance and it did not take us long to find out that she had been helping herself to the profits.

Within an hour we had ejected her on to the streets and recovered over 250 guineas from her belongings  We closed the premises, and told the girls  to clean the place up and themselves while we made a decision on the future of the premises.  I was convinced that this was indeed the bottom end of the market. We would need to implement  much needed improvements as I was wishing to make our brothels more efficient and more profitable. Meanwhile we moved along the street to No 75 and there we found that there was a considerable improvement both in the standard of the girls employed and the cleanliness of the premises, but there was still much that needed to be done.

Emily and I talked long into the night and we decided that we would improve  number 35 and bring it to a much higher standard, but with No 75 we would move it up market to become a “Gentleman’s Club”. We planned to introduce bigger and better gaming tables, a high class restaurant and one of the new sauna’s from  Sweden that we had heard such a lot about. In addition their would be a number of hostesses who would entertain members either for a short period and overnight if required. They would be capable of  providing members with a wide range of sexual services. In this case,  we decided to keep the present Madame to help with recruitment of new younger girls and to train them where necessary.

The membership costs would be high enough to only attract only the upper class’s  or wealthy industrialists. In addition, discretion would be the keyword in these operations.  The only problem we had would be who we could put in charge of all these structural changes. Suddenly it occurred to me that probably the best person would be the streetwise Annie, who I had met in the stables and had spent a few relaxing nights with. Emily was firmly opposed to this idea, but I argued she was street wise and knew London well, and we would let her monitor and arrange all the building work.   If she did a good job then we could consider further responsibilities for her.

We sent for her as a matter of post haste, and despite her fears of arrest  she joined us five days later. In the meantime we had ascertained that she was not wanted for murder or anything else. She arrived bright eyed and very curious as to why she had been sent for. However when it was explained to her what was required and gave her a budget to get the job done she could not believe her luck.

We moved her into our new town house at Portland Square which previously was the Winslow residence where Emily and I were both living.  Emily set about providing a new wardrobe for Annie  in line with her new post and responsibilities. She took to her new responsibilities with zest and vigor and even Emily had to agree that she was indeed  good choice.

I had recently decided to take my seat in the house of Lords, where I was greeted enthusiastically by most of the peers. It was obvious to me that my newly acquired wealth was a great source of discussion and before long I was being approached by a number of needy causes. 

I soon became bored with the City of London and both Emily and were longing to get back home. I spent a lot of time with Annie She impressed me with her astute observations and the way in which she handled both the builders and the recruitment of new girls. Both clubs were now due to open well  ahead of time and Annie was the person who must take all the credit for this. The builders did not like being ordered around by a young attractive girl, but they soon realised that she had my backing ,and they knew which side their bread was buttered.

Meanwhile I had met the Mohammad II when she docked and I had a long conference with the captain. I made it clear that Winslow would be signed on as an ordinary  seaman and he was not to arrive alive in Zanzibar. He was to be employed on the most demeaning and soul destroying jobs and the captain and crew were allowed to treat him in the most soul destroying ways they could devise. Above all  if he survived, he was to be thrown alive to the sharks in the Red Sea as a retribution to the way in which he had treated  Jammarree and her family.

I was on the dock side when Winslow was brought to the ship by my agents. He was sozzled with drink and was really not very aware of what was happening to him. The captain received him and he was quickly stripped of his clothes and washed by the hands from the deck water pump. He was refitted from the slop chest  and  taken below to await his fate. The captain ordered sails to be set and the Mohammad II turned seaward. I stood and watched her go,  but nowhere in my heart could I find any form of remorse for my actions. 

In the following week I returned to Wiltshire and my home in time to hear that Lady Hammond was now a widow. I attended her husbands funeral, but I knew that it would be at least a year before we could marry as she had to go through the official period of mourning. We did however agree that at the end of the official mourning period we would announce our engagement. Anne Marie quite quickly found another fianc้ with money and on her marriage the debts on her fathers estate were paid in full. 

 The End

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