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Coaching Mark Ch. 01

By: Lady Clarissa



… The mystery of Mistress Mountshaft…

The carriage and four was painted an eye catching blue, with the window and fittings picked out in gold coach lines. The four bay horses pulling the coach had clearly been selected no only for their physique but also to match each other in the lustre of their coats. Their black tack contrasted with well polished brasses.

The coach was driven by a rugged but handsome coachman, Martin, wearing a dark blue worsted livery coat buttoned to the neck, with matching tight riding breeches and long black boots. Sitting next to the coachman was a finer featured man dressed in dark grey riding breeches, white stockings and black buckle shoes that displayed a fine calf to best effect. He wore a white shirt and silk neckerchief with a black waistcoat and matching morning coat. Resting across his lap was a shotgun which he restrained with his fine black gloved hands.

The inside of the coach was upholstered in deeply buttoned light blue West of England cloth with a plush pelt. The woodwork was painted to match the blue exterior of the coach and each of windows had matching blue blinds. 

The occupant. Lady Clarissa Needham, wore a wine red velvet gown which drew the eye to the finest bosom in the west, not overlarge but complying with the accepted measure of excellence – the british standard handful. This was set off to best effecting with a tempting décolletage. Her feet were clad in elegant embroidered calf length riding boots. Over her gown she wore a long black velvet coat with a contrasting black and red velvet stole. Her face was characterised by clearly defined check bones, greeny blue eyes which sparkled with a hint of wicked intent. Her hair was drawn back and secured under slightly extravagant black hat. A tartan carriage rug lay discarded across the seat.

The impact of the whole ensemble was impressive, as indeed it was intended to be, and displayed affluence without ostentation. From Lady Clarissa’s manner she was clearly mistress of all she surveyed, she was however bored with her seemingly endless journey to Lickfold in Surrey. The motion of the coach was irregular as it made is way over the poorly maintained road through the deeply wooded countryside. 

She was impatient to reach her destination, where she was expected under her nom-de-guerre of Mistress Mountshaft. She had not had anyone to talk to for the whole morning as Silas her butler had insisted on riding shotgun as the area was well known for its highwaymen. Silas took his duties as her protector with considerable seriousness, though with increasing boredom Clarissa did consider that she would have preferred his company and perhaps the execution of some of his more intimate duties. She recalled with some fondness that she had in the past always found that highwaymen demands for money and chattels could be moderated to some other more transient favour to the mutual satisfaction of all parties, even when the highwaymen operated in larger gangs. 

As her reverie continued she speculated on how Silas might set about distracting her from this endless journey. Perhaps he would detect from her restlessness with conversation about the dangers of travel, or forthcoming appointments, that more direct attention was required. Silas was usually a good judge of his mistress’s mood and requirements. There was an indeed an itch that needed scratching.

“Mistress, I notice that your boot lace has come undone” he might venture.

Dropping onto his knees he would then gently lift the hem of her gown and examine her boot clad calf. His hand would gently hold her ankle as he carefully checked the laces. A particularly large jolt would cause him grasp her knee to brace himself, causing her black cloak to unbutton and the gown to ride up exposing a glimpse of stocking covered thigh

Silas would look up at his Mistress and see THAT sparkle in her eye and watch quietly as she pulled down the carriage blinds. Both of his hands would then make their way onto her knees and start a slow but inexorable journey along the smooth thigh to the point where the embroidered stocking top heralded the start of smooth bare white skin. Lady Clarissa’s feet would now be resting on the seat opposite, with her knees either side of Silas head. Silas would be now approach familiar ground as his duties as Lady Clarissa's groundsman and lawn keeper required regular visits to her bush, which he was charged with ensuring was always smooth and expertly manicured. 

As his hands moved on upwards he knew that this duty today required more than a light trim, and his member would stiffen as his nostrils captured her alluring and enchanting perfume combining her own with the best that Paris could offer. This heady cocktail never failed to instantly arouse him. His fingers would begin a gentle transit of her smooth moistening cleft and……

“Mistress, Mistress..!!”

Lady Clarissa’s reverie was interrupted by a cry from onto of the coach. She open her eyes with a start and took her hands from under her cloak and sat upright.

Silas was calling down.

“ There is a man ahead walking by his horse, we must proceed carefully, please lock the carriage doors, draw down the blinds and do not say anything until I am able to ensure that all is safe”.

The carriage slowed to a gentle walking pace, and Silas called to the lone horseman. Lady Clarissa strained to hear his reply, but could not.

Presently the carriage came to a halt, her interest was aroused, perhaps it would be a highwayman, she hope that Silas had remembered her strict instruction not to place himself in danger or to start an exchange of fire. Her heart beat a little faster, partly from fear and partly from excitement. Perhaps the days journey would not be completely without excitement.

“Good morning Sir, what brings you to be walking with your horse rather than riding?” asked Silas, with suspicion clearly in his voice. Silas sat with his weapon clearly on display.

The traveller had stopped walking once he had heard the carriage approaching and was standing by his horse watching. He was a young man in his early twenties, slightly over six foot tall, with shoulder length brown curly hair, brown eyes and round spectacles. He was standing looking relaxed with an easy smile, though with slightly reddened checks from the exertion of walking. His riding coat and neckerchief were slung over the horse and he wore a white shirt open to the neck with fawn breeches, which were very tight, and calf length brown boots.

“Hello sir , I’m travelling to Box where I am engaged by Mr Brunel as an indentured engineer in the construction of a railway tunnel and my horse has thrown a shoe. I am mightily glad to see a friendly face, for these part are renown as the haunt of highwaymen”

“ What’s your name young sir?” asked Silas, much more relaxed but still on his guard

“Mark Fitzpatrick, from Stroud in the county of Gloucestershire, where are you travelling to Sir?”

Lady Clarissa had by now positioned herself so she could eye up the young man through a small gap in the blinds. As she cast her well trained eye over him she contemplated that he would serve well as a subject for her art soirees at Needham Manor. He was a handsome young buck with a taught rump and finely proportioned haunches and the delicate long fingers she always preferred. Her tutored eyed did not omit to notice that he had big feet. 

“Mmmm what have here” she thought to herself.

She released the blind from the door and open the carriage window

“Silas, have you no compassion for this poor young man who is clearly fatigued and in need of our assistance”

“Mistress, I was just ch…..” started Silas by way of explanation

“Now Mr Fitzpatrick, we are on our way to Lickfold, where we have rooms reserved at the Crown Inn, now please come with us and I am sure that we can find a blacksmith to attend to your horse. 

“Martin jump down and secure Master Mark’s horse to the carriage, look lively now. Silas put your gun down and help me from the carriage” Lady Clarissa’s authoritive tone brooked no argument.

As she stepped down from the carriage to inspect their new acquaintance at close quarters, she was relieved that the boredom of the journey had at last been broken and a fresh challenge was before her.

Mark’s horse was soon unsaddled and his luggage and survey equipment boxes stowed on the carriage. With his neckerchief and riding coat restored Mark now resembled more a gentleman that the highwayman that Silas had at first suspected.

Lady Clarissa insisted that Mark join her inside the carriage, for his recuperation and so that she might make his acquaintance. As their journey resumed, Mark considered and remarked on his good fortune as being rescued by so fine a lady with such a magnificent carriage.

They talked first of shared acquaintances from Gloucestershire and then Mark talked of his exciting work for the renowned Mr Brunel and the exacting survey work he undertook. Lady Clarissa’s concentration lapsed slightly at the technical content of the enthusiastic young man story, though she did prick up her ears at the sound of his telescopic staff, which was six long when packed for travel and expanded to twelve when readied for action – was that inches she wondered, the bulge in his breeches suggested it might well be.

For Mark Fitzpatrick, the slightly overlong answers to her polite questions were partly a matter of nerves, for his eyes were constantly drawn to her shapely figure, finely turned calf and spell binding bosom, while desperately trying to quell the stirring in his breeches.

“Now Master Mark, I insist that you join with us and stay at my suite of rooms at the Crown until we have attended to your steed and you are able to make safe your onward journey.”

“I am entirely in your debt Lady Clarissa, and would want to offer whatever service I can by way of a measure of my gratitude”

“That will not be necessary Master Mark, but I am nevertheless sure that we can find some other way for you to express your gratitude” 

Mark was sure that he saw a twinkle in her eye as she said this, but their carriage had drawn up a the Crown before he could observe her more closely, and they were soon surrounded by the innkeeper’s men unloading the coach and fussing around their important guest.

“ Welcome Mistress Mountshaft, we are most privileged to have you as our esteemed guest once more …”

“Mistress Mountshaft? but surely this was Lady Clarissa Needham” thought Mark, he was now very confused, but was bustled by Silas into overseeing the unloading of his survey equipment, before he could question matters any further.

Coaching Mark - Part 2

Mark busied himself supervising the unloading of his precious survey equipment, and Silas directed him to a room on the first floor. The unloading of the carriage and transport of Lady Clarissa’s trunks to her rooms was all undertaken with a well oiled efficiency, and accompanied by what seemed to Mark to be some knowing smiles.

There was no opportunity for Mark to speak to anyone or to resolve his confusion as just who was who. As Mark carried that last of his bags up the uneven inn stairs and along the corridor, Lady Clarissa appeared through a doorway.

“ Ah Master Mark, I was just looking for you, I do hope that you will join me for supper this evening, I will send Silas for you”

It was clearly more of a summons than an invitation, Mark was glad to accept either.

The Crown Inn was comfortable inn dating back to Tudor times, with a fine parlour dating from the Stuart dynasty with oak panelling and a lattice plaster ceiling. Mark’s upstairs room were comfortable furnished with a substantial bed, nightstand and oak wardrobe. Mark sat on the edge of his bed and with a bit of struggle pulled off his riding boots, and lay back on his bed and looked into the flames of the fire opposite. He had had a long tiring and eventful day, as he listened to the sounds of activity around him he though, indeed he was sure he could here Silas’s voice in the room next door.

Lady Clarissa’s mood was much improved as Silas bustled about her unpacking trunks and arranging her suite of rooms. She was, as always, looking forward to her busy schedule of activities over the next few days. Her sense of anticipation and warm tingle between her thighs was heightened by the unscheduled appearance of Mark Fitzpatrick, who else, she wondered wickedly, would he fit. His slightly self conscious innocence attracted her considerably and would provide an ideal counterbalance to the seasoned performances that would fill the rest of her time, and much else besides over the next few days.

Having secured his company for supper, Lady Clarissa allowed herself to run through her mental menu for her seduction of young Mark. Her daydream was interrupted by Silas. 

“Mistress, I have unpacked your trunks and perhaps you would like to survey my arrangement to satisfy yourself that all is in order before I prepare your bath.”

Lady Clarissa followed Silas as he lead the tour of inspection of her suite of rooms. The dining room was set with an oak table and four chairs, with a chaise longue and a rocking chair arranged in front of good sized fireplace. The bedchamber was well proportioned with a large four-poster bed with velvet drapes. On one side of the bed was a dressing table with an upholstered stool, on the other side was a bedside table and wardrobe with two mirrored doors. At the end of the bed were Lady Clarissa’s trunks opened up and now revealed as a fine mahogany travelling chest of drawers.

There was a further doorway from the bedchamber which led into to a smaller room. This bath chamber contained a nightstand with water jug , bowl and mirror, a dressing chair, clothes horse and clothes rail set in front of a hot water range stove, which had a good fire burning in the open grate. In the centre of the room was a large enamelled hip bath, the suite of rooms clearly were of the highest standards of luxury and modernity.

“ Excellent Silas I think it is time we started to get ready for supper, I shall require the highest standards of preparation and attention to detail”

“Yes Mistress, it will be my pleasure as always. I shall draw the bath now”

Once Silas had drawn the bath, he ushered his mistress into the bath chamber where she sat on the dressing chair. Take each leg in turn with his back toward her, he gently slipped off her calf length boots. 

With his coat removed and bending over in his tight breeches Lady Clarissa found herself admiring his taught buttocks, perhaps she would give him a little more relief this week, but then again keeping him in suspense was rather pleasurable too.

Silas then ran his hands up her shapely calves to just above her knee and slipped off her stockings and folded them over the clothes horse.

He gestured Lady Clarissa to stand up and then began to unhook her wine red velvet gown. With the hooks released and the cuffs unbuttoned he eased the gown off her shoulders, though his fingers lingered on the cusp of her shoulders just slightly longer than was proper. As the gown dropped to the floor she stepped out it and towards the fire.

Lady Clarissa was now revealed in a tight cream corset and matching petticoats as Silas stood behind her and started to unlace. His riding breeches were beginning to show a larger than normal bulge for the undressing ritual never failed to fully excite him. Once the corset was unlaced he moved around his mistress to lift the corset away and feasted on her magnificent bosom, now released from its confines, each full breast was gently rounded and supported a neat inviting upward facing pink nipple. Silas ruefully considered how someone else would soon be enjoying the delight of burying one’s face between these luscious mounds and slurping on the pert nipples.

With the corset set on the clothes horse, Silas deftly released the petticoat drawstrings and let the petticoat drop as Lady Clarissa took a pace towards the steaming hip bath.

Her full and glorious arse was caught in perfect artist’s pose as she lifted her leg into the bath, Silas was now fully erected. His state arousal was increased as he washed her back. Lady Clarissa smiled at him and guided his hand to her left breast, he needed no further encouragement to massage both and tease her nipples into a state similar to that of his cock.

“You may kiss them each – briefly Silas” she said taking pity on him. Silas wished that she would release his staining and substantial cock from its prison and caress and engulf it – he knew better that to expect this.

Once she had been fully washed, Silas helped her from the bath and dried her carefully, taking special care in all her crevices. He could and feel that his ministrations were having a considerable effect on his mistress’s pussy, and fought back his urge to bury his tongue between her moist folds.

“Silas, I want to be especially smooth for this evening’s soiree, so fetch you mowing equipment and attend me in my bedchamber”

Silas did as instructed, and unpacked badger bristle brush and the special razor, made up some shaving foam, and took these with a warmed towel and bowl of hot water into the bedroom.

There Lady Clarissa had donned a silk dressing gown and lay on the bed with her knees drawn up and slightly spread. Silas knelt down at the edge of the bed and with the shaving equipment safely placed on the bedside table feasted his eyes on the lush thigh and moist pussy in front of him. He breathed in deeply and savoured her sweet intoxicating aroma.

Then he set to, parting her legs more widely and applied the badger bristle brush to her soft bush. Her pussy was almost complete smooth except for a little light bush atop her mons. Holding her skin taught he ran the razor in steady movements along the inside of her pelvis, as he did he rested his thumb over her hooded clitoris and let it move in tiny circles as the opposing finger maintained the tension on the skin being shaved. He knew this would have an effect on his mistress, and indeed he could see her pussy lips starting to swell.

“Silas, does your thumb have to be ……… ummmm there?”

“Yes mistress”, as he looked up he noticed that Lady Clarissa had one hand running over and around a breast and her nipples were erect, but her eyes were shut and her mouth was held in a slight smile.

“Silas, you may briefly kiss my little cherub when you are done”

“Yes mistress, thank you mistress”

As he completed his mowing duties with deft movements, his thumb maintained its pressure and movement and he could see that a tiny rivulet of moisture had washed away the remaining lather between her pussy and rosebud, and that her pussy lips were now fully swollen and presaging their invitation to slip inside.

He lowered his head between her smooth creamy thighs and ran his tongue up the inside of each leg, and then ran his tongue up the outside of each pussy lip, but stopped short of her cherub on each occasion.

“Silas!” her voice was now much more urgent, “Kiss my cherub now, please, lick it suck it, please, now”. She knew that this was her normal mode of address, but her urgent desire, need and immediate requirements got the better of her. 

“Mistress, the tightness in my breeches is distracting me from my proper duties” countered Silas, making the most of the opportunity.

“Well release him quickly and let me see that he is not injured in anyway”

Silas stood up, the knob of his substantial cock was protruding above his waistband, and he unbuttoned his breeches and let them drop to his knees. 

Lady Clarissa sat up and ran her hands over his cock, starting at the base and gliding along his length, he was circumcised and was completely free from hair, she was a great deal more fond of this fine specimen than she let Silas know, she was tempted to make a meal of him there and then, but her own pressing needs and thoughts of her forthcoming young conquest limited her to few expert strokes and a chaste kiss and lingering lick of his knob.


Coaching Mark Ch. 01



“I think he is still in full working condition, Silas, perhaps now you could……”

Silas returned to his knees and set his tongue to work, Lady Clarissa’s hands were soon over his head pressing him into her cherub, and her pelvis began to thrust up against him as he slipped first one then two fingers into her now soaking pussy. He paused from his attention on her cherub the take a full draught from her well of honey. She spread her legs even wider and lifted her bottom off the bed as his tongue ran from her rosebud up the full length of her pussy, probing and licking, his hands now supporting her glorious arse.

“Ohh Silas press him against me” 

Silas moved to kneel on the edge of the bed between her legs, with his cock covering the full length of her pussy. She reached down between them and pressed his cock onto her clitoris and Silas began to thrust, moving his cock up and down between her pussy lips, soon he was covered with her juices and so slid easily as he was enveloped between palm and pussy.

They both knew that the stimulus that this gave to her pussy lips and clitoris would soon bring her to a climax, and as her breath shorted Silas increased his pace until she tensed and gave a gasp of pleasure. 

Silas too was near to his crisis and lifting his cock slightly he closed her hand around his cock head, there was no stopping him now as she gripped him tightly he let go a cry and his released a jet of cum which arched graceful over her smooth rounded tummy and towards her heaving breasts, and then another jet and a third, each in a lower arch than the previous. As his thrusts diminished Lady Clarissa continued to milk him , until the last droplets oozed over her hand to mingle with her own pussy juices.

“Mmmm Silas you have been holding back a lot for me, this looks like a double dose of my special anti-wrinkle and soothing cream” She ran a finger over her breast and teasingly worked the lotion in around a nipple, and then licked her finger clean with a wicked smile.

Silas slipped back down to kneel onto the floor and, with his head once more between her thighs, began to mop up any surplus juices with his tongue, he felt her give a further little shudder as he worked his way along her pussy and lingered on her cherub. Lady Clarissa breathing and pulse were back to normal once he reached her chest and completed his tour of inspection of each of her nipples.

As he was about to get up from the bed, she pulled him down and kiss him, her tongue wantonly probing him, savouring their mingled juices before releasing him.

“I’m very lucky to have you looking after me so well, Silas”

“Yes mistress” said Silas as he fed his cock back inside his breeches.

“If only…..” they both thought.

Coaching Mark - Part 3

As Mark lay on the bed in his room listening to the hum of activity around him, the exertion of the day’s events got the better of him. Even the delicious thought of dining with the intriguing Lady Clarissa, or was it Mistress Mountshaft, could not keep him from drifting into a light sleep.

He woke with a start and fumbled to find his timepiece only to realize that it was in his riding coat. He got up from the bed and stretched languidly and walked over to the wardrobe. As opened the door he could hear quite clearly the distinctive west country burr of Silas and then the mellifluous tones of Lady Clarissa. He reached in and took out his coat and consulted his timepiece, a little after seven o’clock.

He laid his coat on his bed and moved over to the dresser, the wardrobe door swung closed behind him and the sound of conversation from the next room was lost. He was barely conscious of himself but his enquiring mind has logged the change in sound transmission, and the engineer in him started to consider why it might be.

He poured some cold water into the washbowl and set about removing the worst of the day’s grime from his face and neck. Examination of his face indicated that he would not need to shave until the next morning at the earliest, for he still rejoiced in a smooth complexion.

As he changed his shirt and neckerchief there was a robust knock at the door. It was Silas.

“My Mistress will be pleased for you to join her for dinner at eight o’clock, Sir. 

She also asked me to enquire if there is anything I may do to assist you. 

Is all your equipment safely unloaded?”

Mark assured him that everything was quite satisfactory. He was unsure as how to address her, was it Lady Clarissa, Mistress Mountshaft or just Mistress so he simply said

“ I will of course attend you Mistress promptly at eight.”

His was now refreshed and his curiosity was revived. He had an ideal opportunity to question her on the apparent name change, but at the same time he was still in awe of her and feared upsetting such an imposing, but alluring lady. As he pondered the names an literal meaning of her new name crossed his mind, or more precisely his groin. No surely not? - a lady of such class and wealth, - she would not even have imagined that there could such a literal meaning. This was something for the public bar and common whores.

Silas returned to Lady Clarissa’s suite of rooms to complete his tasks of preparation. Lady Clarissa was now firmly laced into her bespoke whale boned corset, this was half cupped so her bosom was barely prevented from overflowing, and little manipulation would be required for her small and easily firmed nipples to be exposed. Her stockings extended halfway up her thighs and were folded over simple white linen garters tied in a bow the outside. In between the stocking top and base of the corset there was only a smooth expanse of gently rolling thigh, pussy and stomach. Over this simple foundation she wore a strapless black velvet gown with decorative front lacing complemented by a crimson stole.

Her auburn hair was tied in a neat bun secured by a silver loop and clasp. As she sat on the chair in front of the dressing table Silas applied to final touches to her make up, a little rouge to the cheeks and powder to the forehead and nose.

As she surveyed herself in the mirror, even in the limited light of the lantern she was pleased with results. Elegant, provoking, but still just socially correct enough to avoid embarrassing Mark when he first sat down.

Silas’s previous ministrations had not dulled her appetite, it had merely helped resist her urge to rush. She was always highly charged at the beginning of her ‘travelling’, with the two months or so of anticipation that preceded them. Her chance encounter with young Mark Fitzpatrick had just added to the frisson, as she now had the chance to indulge in one of her enduring fantasies.

She could feel that Silas too shared her sense of excitement as he gently worked the elbow length kid gloves into position. He was however going to be disappointed, for the seduction she had planned would not provide Silas with his accustomed watching brief. 

Next door, Mark finished dressing himself and at eight o’clock precisely knocked on the suite next door. Silas ushered him in and Lady Clarissa bade him sit to the table. Before long their conversation from earlier than day in coach was resumed. Lady Clarissa’s polished conversational manner soon had him at ease. So it was a good hour, during a break between courses of the substantial if slightly plain meal before Mark remembered the issue of the names.

“Lady Clarissa” he ventured over a sip of wine, “ I could not but notice, that when we arrived, the innkeeper welcomed you as Mistress Mountshaft, rather than Lady Clarissa. Why might that be?”

“Well Mark, as you know, I come from a family of some means, and do not wish to advertise this. There are so many ruffians and highwaymen about these days one cannot be too careful. So by using a simple ruse I am able to travel as an alter ego and so guard against a potential kidnapping. 

“Now tell me again about this marvellous tunnel at Box, of which you spoke when we were in the carriage this afternoon” 

Mark was torn between curiosity to quiz Lady Clarissa’s rather farfetched reason for travelling under an assume name and his swelling pride that someone would really be interested in the tunnel, even more so that it should such a charming and alluring lady.

His pride won the day and the conversation soon moved on.

The fish and main courses had now been served, and the dessert was brought by a serving girl Sally. She was young girl of about twenty, with a fresh smiling complexion, slightly stocky but with a large and rounded bosom, which was accentuated by the cut of her blouse and the bending forward required to serve and collect plates and dishes. Her chestnut hair was secured under a white mobcap, with only an occasional wisp on show. The rest of her form was open to speculation as it was cloaked by calf length cotton skirt and stout boots. She was clearly favoured by the clientele at the Inn and was not in any way abashed by the admiring glances of men. 

Mark blushed slightly when Lady Clarissa caught him glancing at Sally for rather too long as she had cleared away the remains of the partridge. Lady Clarissa correctly surmised that this young man’s mind was not entirely devoted to matters of civil engineering. 

After Sally had set down the tray and its syllabubs, she bent down and blushing slightly spoke quietly into Lady Clarrissa ear. A brief conversation ensued, of which Mark could only here the last 

“ I can speak to you in the morning if you so wish” and

“Thank you mistress” as Sally bobbed and made her way out of the room.

Lady Clarissa did not betray her pleasure at Sally’s somewhat surprising request, and in her mind’s eye she could already envisage some exciting possibilities, she resumed her conversation.

“Tell me Mark, what is the architectural style that you have adopted for the portal?”

“In all modesty, my lady, it is Mr Brunel who made the choice of a Romanesque style, he has however given me some freedom in the manner of it interpretation” said Mark now really getting into his stride. “The portal is framed by pillars in the ionic, with a pediment that carries bas relief.”

“Would these not traditionally include cherubs?….” Interjected Lady Clarrissa

“Why indeed, yes, my lady, this would often be adopted in a temple or formal building” Mark was most impressed by her knowledge of classical forms, “though as this is an engineering structure, I was considering adopting a series of bas reliefs telling the story of the journey from London to Bristol”

“This does seem a little dull does it not” ventured Lady Clarissa “Surely as bold an undertaking as this needs something heroic to mark the stature of the endeavour”

Mark was a little taken aback, but when he mentioned that he was carrying the tunnel portal drawings with him, Lady Clarissa’s interest was heightened.

“Oh do let me see then, I am greatly interested in fine drawings, and if you have not finally selected the ornamentation for the pediment, might I comment upon your work so far?”

With the syllabubs dispatched, Mark rose to go and collect the drawings. To his surprise Lady Clarissa followed him, “ I don’t want to put you to any trouble Mark, I will come and look at the drawings with you now”

Mark was so full of pride in his portal, that he did not notice this unconventional behaviour. Lady Clarissa followed him the short distance down the corridor and into his room.

She sat on his bed while Mark rummaged in his trunk and found the roll of drawings and laid then out beside to her on the bed. As he stood next to her shoulder and leant over her to point out the principal features on the drawings, he was greeted not only by a bird’s eye view of her magnificent cleavage, but also the waft of her perfume. The base notes of cedar wood and highlights of patchouli had been carefully selected and Mark felt heady, aroused and intoxicated by her, without knowing what or how to do anything about it.

His chatter dried up it mid sentence, Lady Clarissa smiled to herself as she saw the signs in him, she could already feel the signs in herself.

“Tell me Mark, would it not be best to have a little cherub here above the centre of pediment, where it can survey the mighty engines rushing in and out of this beautifully proportioned tunnel”

Lady Clarissa’s velvet dress had ridden up as she drew one knee up to reach over and look at the far corner of the drawing, her hand moved to draw it further up and exposed her laced riding boot.

“Are not the tunnel and its portal allegorical of other more sensual features in renaissance art and the human form?” she said slightly huskily “I study art in my orangery at Needham Manor and in particular the works of Caravaggio and Michelangelo”

“I err, had not seen err ….” Mark stammered, for he had not seen such a connection until just now, as her perfume had coursed through his body and settled close to his breeches. 

“Come now Mark” she chided, “Did you not seek to take advantage of me, by talking of cherubs, and hoping that I might be flushed with the thought of my own cherub?”

“Lady Clarissa I err, please.. It had never….” he floundered.

Lady Clarissa took his hand and guided in onto her bosom, the reaction in Mark was like a lightning bolt has struck him, but she held onto him. “ All this talk of tunnels and cherubs and engines pistoning, has made me quite swoon, Mark, you a such a cad to take advantage of me so”

With one hand held firmly to her chest, Mark found himself falling down onto the bed facing Lady Clarissa, with his face close to hers. The motion was smooth and to an outsider observed it would indeed have seemed that Mark had moved to settle himself beside his swooning quarry.

Lady Clarissa leaned forward and kissed him, her hand moved behind his head as she drew him in.

Mark was completely taken by surprise, his next sentence was smothered in Lady Clarissa’s kiss.

The scent he had been aroused and captured by earlier was now joined by more senses, to feel of her smooth warm bosom under his hand, the taste of her lips, the sound of her breath and sensuous murmur, the sight of sparkling eyes and booted calf.

His free hand found it own way around her back and cupped her silken shoulder, he was guided by her in the lingering kiss. 

“You are a most forward young man Mr Fitzpatrick, I suppose you will be wanting survey my contours before I can compose myself” she said as they drew their first breath, “I must confess I find myself much taken with your charm. As you know my husband is an older man and I have missed the company of such a charming gentleman such as you”

Before he could reply, she drew him back into another sensuous kiss, and her hand moved to his knee, Mark started once again, but when her hand started to gently caress him he knew there was no mistake in her intentions. He had heard bar-room tales of how an older woman might take the lead in courting, but had always dismissed this as just fantasy, he was not however going to hinder the beguiling Lady Clarissa in any way.

As they continued to kiss and her hand ventured higher up his thigh, Mark moved his hand to her stocking clad knee, and was rewarded by a murmur of appreciation. The contrasting textures of her velvet dress, smooth bosom, silky stockings, urgent lips were all heightening his excitement.

Lady Clarissa struggled to control the surge of excitement she felt, as always, of being in control and at having a such an attractive you man completely captivated by her sensuality, she knew that she must break this young stallion in gently if she was to reap the full flavour of the benefits to come.

“Mark why don’t you unlace my boots so I may lie closer to you and caress you” she commanded in a firm but most alluring tone.

Mark moved from her side and, as commanded, started to unlace each boot and ease it from her calf. His hands trembled as they followed the top of the boot down to her delicate foot, the rich aroma of leather assailed his nostrils, he was more aroused than he had hitherto known was possible.

With her boots removed, Lady Clarissa cleared the roll of drawings and arranged herself on the bed. Oh she wanted him so much, to consume him and envelope him and feel his smooth young skin under her fingertips and savour the fresh smell of youth. 

She took his hand and guided him to lie beside her, he somewhat hesitatingly moved toward her and initiated a kiss for the first time. Lady Clarissa responded gently, but soon her passion exerted itself and her tongue moved to explore the inside of his mouth. Mark was again surprised by yet another new sensation but after a little while responded with a tentative foray of his own tongue.

After a little while she broke this kiss and directed him to her neck and he began to nuzzle and caress her ear lobes and work his way down to her heaving bosom. As he did so she took his hand and placed it once more on her stockinged knee. Mark’s hand began a thorough survey of this new territory and soon concluded that contrary to normal expectations there were no petticoats, and that easy progress could be made from silk clad calf to smooth wold of soft warm and inviting thigh.

As his hand reached this divide she drew his face to hers and attacked his lips and mouth with a passion that surprised even her, she lifted one knee and his hand responded by travelling higher and discovering fresh delights at every stage. Her hand responded by tracing the outline of his cock through his breeches and making him groan in mid kiss.

They continued to kiss and explore, Lady Clarissa alternating between unbuttoning his shirt, caressing him through his tight breeches and running her hands over his downy chest. They had exchanged only appreciative murmurs since her boots had been removed, until she said

“Mark, you are hardly the gentleman lying here next to me with you boots still on”

Mark was a little taken aback and sat up and moved off the bed with a rather crestfallen look on his face, perhaps this had all been a big mistake and he would be punished for his impudence.

“Now take them off, together with you coat and shirt” she chided him. Mark’s heart went from abyss to summit in a single beat as he rushed to remove his boots. 

Lady Clarissa could not resist a giggle as he hopped from one foot and then hither thither and almost falling over in his desire to please. He reminded her of an eager young puppy, albeit a well endowed one. 

With his boots and shirt removed Mark moved back beside the bed, smiling happily at Lady Clarissa who was now sitting up loosening the laces on the front of her gown which now slipped down to revel her breast presented on the half cupped corset. She looked up at him admiring his lithe young frame and reached up to run her hands over his chest, and then she let one hand run over his stomach and with a practised flick of her wrist released the waist band of his breeches. Her other hand joined the first to released to buttons of his fly. Her hands slipped down over his hips and around to his taut backside as she eased the fawn material down.

His cock was circumcised, its head was glistening, his balls were taut and the ensemble was set in a light field of downy hair. Although it was only of average size Lady Clarissa judged it to be classically proportioned and well suited to a wide range of uses.

“Mmmm…. Mark you are a fine a specimen as I had the pleasure of seeing in some while, and of a huge size too” Lady Clarissa, knew from well before her metamorphosis to Mistress Mountshaft that cock size was of much greater import to their owners than to their users. “If I am not mistaken this specimen needs some urgent attention if you are not to be injured”

Mark could only gasp as she ran her hands over his cock, gently caressing his balls with one hand while enveloping him in a soft squeeze with the other. He could feel a rush in his balls, and as she sensed it she let him go and stood up and kissed on the cheek. Mark was in a daze as he stood by the side of bed with his breeches around his knees and his cock lewdly pointing skyward.




Coaching Mark Ch. 01



“Come now perhaps you could unhook my gown and ease my corset a little” she said taking his hand..

Mark did as he was instructed and soon the black velvet gown had fallen to the floor and he was rewarded by the sight of Clarissa’s full curvaceous bottom, accentuated by the narrow corseted waist. She murmured as he ran his hands over it and felt its soft texture. All too soon she turned around and moved back to sit on the edge of the bed again, she steady him as Mark stepped out of his breeches. 

As he straightened she once again resumed her caressing of his balls while her other hand return his earlier compliment by tracing the contours of his small firm bottom.

“Ohh Lady Clarissa what have I done to be blessed with such pleasure that overloads all my senses?!”

“I think Mistress would be a more appropriate from address in the current circumstance” she replied as her hand encircled his cock and began to work up and down.

She knew it would not take very long before she could savour his creamy explosion, as she increased her speed the first jet easily travelled the short distance between them and caught her chin, the second landed on her shoulder, the third in her cleavage and subsequent issues were smothered by her hand as she milked the last drop. She was so aroused that she felt she wanted to milk and ride a regiment or more of similar young cocks.

“Now young Mark, your evening’s work has only just begun” she said as she swung her legs back onto the bed and lay back with one knee raised. Even in the dim candlelight Mark to could see the glint of his cum on her and he gazed in aware at her shaved pussy which was also glistening with moistness, as she lay there brazenly with her full breasts proud of her loosened corset and thigh bare above her knee length stockings.

“I want you survey me thoroughly and give a report of the flavours of all the hills and valleys, peaks and gorges that you encounter, starting with my lips and the creamy seed you have just given me”

They set to kissing once more for it seemed an age if not a whole ten minutes since they had last tasted each other. The more familiar flavours mixed with Mark's own cum, which both he and she found erotic and exciting for its illicitness. 

Mark’s immediate need for release had been sated, albeit temporarily, though he did not yet know this. On the other hand Clarissa was more aroused than she could remember for some time, and she could not longer hold herself back, she needed her pussy filled, her clitoris rubbed then, she promised herself, she would resume her game of patient seductress and guide. The kiss served only to heighten Clarissa’s needs, she soon guided Mark’s hand to her wanton wide spread thighs. Mark’s hand quickly reprised its earlier survey and moved nearer her love portal, her pussy lips were swollen and pouting, his finger traced the curve of her outer lips before plunging into the gorge between them and releasing a torrent of juices. 

Lady Clarissa trust her hips upwards, urgent and desperate for his touch and her release. They had stopped kissing now as Mark revelled in the new sensation of his fingers being enveloped by her silken pussy lips, and the erotic smell of sex that her flow of juices had released. As she continued to thrust up against his hand, she guided his head down to her breast and Mark began to suckle on the erect nipple which was still pushed up by the white corset. She pressed her other hand over his so that he was pressing down onto to her hooded clitoris as his finger continued to sluice between her pussy lips.

“Ohh make me come Mark….. make me come …. ohhh …ohhh …. suck on me harder ….ohh ….ohhh” she gasped between pants as she ground her slippery mound into his hand. She could feel her juices trickling down the crack between her buttock checks and forming a damp patch on the bed below as her bottom bounced up and down.

Then she began to feel the waves of her orgasm starting to wash over her, rushing from the centre of her loins outwards in a cascade of sensations as she ground her herself into him, her bottom gave a final thrust. She went limp with relief and release, while continuing to enjoy the presence of Mark’s fingers still moving in a gentle rhythm of their own.

Mark’s own levels of excitement were rapidly rekindled as Clarissa’s lust took hold of her and she had used him as an instrument of her pleasure. The knowledge that his finger, with some assistance, could unleash such eroticism came as a complete revelation to him. As any young man he had imagined how it would feel to make love to a woman in the course of many lonely night with his cock in his hand. Yet having only tasted the entrée, he was wondered how much better it could get when he moved to the main course. His young impressionable mind had not yet dwelt on the possibilities of the dessert, yet Clarissa was even now pondering whether to extend his lesson beyond the main course or whether to hold him over for future grooming.

As the glow of her orgasm receded Clarissa rang her fingers through his hair as Mark suckled at her breast, her hips responded to left his fingers know that they should not stop. 

“Kiss me beautiful Mark” she whispered, Mark was now enrolled into yet another type of kiss, the tender kiss of the sated lovers, lingering, concerned with giving pleasure rather than needing it. For these two new lovers there was still an edge to the kiss, especially as Mark’s fingers were now slipping into the tunnel portal.

Clarissa now shifted onto her side so that they were facing each other and moved her hand down to gripped his cock which had regained its full size some considerable while ago. They continued to kiss as Mark followed the lead of Clarissa’s tongue in exploring inside his mouth and began to reciprocate.

“He is a quick learner, I wonder if all engineers are so?, I always assumed that those of an artistic bent made the best lovers, mmmmn perhaps I should widen my net beyond my coterie of artists” mused Clarissa as she caressed his taut buttocks and stroked his cock.

“Now Master Fitzpatrick, it is time you removed me from this corset, so we can attend to the further work I promised earlier this evening” purred Clarissa. She sat up and Mark removed his slippery hand from her still soaked puss and set to the task of fully unlacing her corset. 

As his fingers worked on the lacing the rich aroma from his hand was overwhelming especially as he lend forward in the candlelit gloom to pick up an errant lace, as he did so he put one finger tight to his nose, the aroma hit him like speeding carriage and more than replaced the stimulus of Clarissa’s hand on his cock, he ventured an exploratory lick with the tip of his tongue, the flavour complimented the scent with its musky finish.

As Mark’s inexpert fingers fumbled with the lacing of the corset Lady Clarissa could feel a renewed tingle of excitement, for the seduction of this fresh young man was full of innocence and genuine passion. She waited patiently as the last lace was released and her corset was free, then she turned to face him cupping her breasts and offering the smooth globes, which glinted with the sweat of their shared exertions. Mark needed no further prompting to fall upon their ripe fullness and suckle each nipple to pertness and bury his face in their softness. 

His unaffected enthusiasm and pleasure in each new delight swelled her self esteem and with it her labia moistened once more. She gently deflected his eager lips upward to her mouth and kissed him with undisguised fervour, her tongue reaching deep inside him swirling and exploring until they were both breathless. As they gathered their breath from her assault she guided them until they lay side by side, their naked skin pressed together in a simple embrace.

She knew she had to feel him inside her before she left him for the night and her hands moved from caressing his taut haunches to caress his cock, which throbbed with palpable intensity. 

“Ohh Mark you excite me so with your caresses and kisses, stroke my cherub again” she whispered in his ear. 

“My Lady, nothing would give me greater pleasure, for you puss feels sublime and smells divine”

As Mark’s fingers once again slipped between her raised and proud labia, and released a fresh flow of juices, she kissed his neck and sucked his ear lobe, murmuring “You did not mention all your senses dearest Mark, I hope one day you may taste the juices you so ably make flow from my naughty slit”.

Mark could only answer with a gurgle of anticipation as Lady Clarissa was also alternately cupping and squeezing his balls. His finger soon found its way deep inside her slick tunnel aided by Clarissa spreading thighs and thrusting pelvis.

It was no good, she could not longer fight against the desire to have a cock, his cock filling her pussy, and whilst she had been able to resist Silas’s fine specimen earlier in the day, it was different now, her ache was immediate, the cure was undeniable. She broke away from Mark’s embrace and quickly moved to straddle him, once again cupping and presenting him with her breasts. His hands moved to join hers in kneading them, she let her hands fall to her sides as Mark sat up to feast on her nipples. 

Once he had renewed his acquaintance so they stood proud and erect, she gently eased him back to rest his head on the pillow. She raised herself up and took his cock, which was liberally coated with pre-cum, and guided it between her thighs, pressing it back and then letting is spring forward between her crimson lips. Mark gave ecstatic groan with each sensuous ‘slosh’, for this was as wet a pussy as he could ever hope to encounter.

The feel of his cock flicking past her cherub was exquisite, but she could torment herself no more, and a with the next grip of his cock she impaled herself in one swift movement. 

Before Mark knew it he was buried to the hilt with his balls nestling against her soft smooth hairless labia. The feeling of warmth and envelopment was unlike anything in his previous experience, yet was instinctively the right and true place for his cock, just as he though the pleasure could not be improved, it moved to another level as Clarissa started to slowly ride up and down his young willowy rod.

Clarissa knew that it would not be long before they both exploded, this was not a time for considered technique, their natural passions were driving them both, her pace quickened, she took his hand and pressed their entwined fingers against her mound, thrusting forward on her upward stroke, before crashing down, the sound of lurid squelching filled the room, the aroma of unbridled passion was overwhelming 

“Ohh yes….. ohh my goodness …… ohh yes, yes, yes, ….. you darling dick ….fill my wanton puss …… pump me full of your hot cream…. yes… yes… yes ….. come now… now…. now”.

Mark’s head was filled with a deafening roar of sensations, his sense of time and place were overwhelmed, his balls boiled and the head of his cock seemed almost to be severed as his spunk exploded, his eyes seemed filled with brightness.

And then suddenly the room was dark with just the sound of heart beats, as Clarissa collapsed forward and buried her head beside him on the pillow. Their breaths were laboured, speech was impossible and unnecessary for some while, as they wallowed in the pleasure of the shared release, their slick bodies tightly pressed together.

Eventually Clarissa rolled to one side, feeling rush of juices course down her thigh as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Mark was too wrapped in the wonder and awe of the moment to say or do anything beyond utter the occasional sigh. He was still not sure if he was in dream, or if he really had lost his virginity in the hands and embrace of this vision of sensuality, tenderness and beauty. 

Lady Clarissa quietly gathered and replaced her discarded garments, before turning to kiss Mark tenderly on the forehead and slip out into the corridor. She had now regained her composure and reminded herself that she needed a good night’s sleep to ready herself for the rigors of the following day, Sir Jasper’s requirements were exacting and now demanded her full attention.

She allowed herself one more wistful glance at the tousled and slightly bemused young man – this had been more enjoyable than she had anticipated. She closed the door and returned to her room and Silas’ patient ministrations. A sound and satisfied night’s sleep followed.



Coaching Mark Ch. 02



Mark awoke the next morning, he could still feel a tingling in his balls. His hand gently fanned the bedclothes as his moved to stroke himself and in so doing wafted the aroma of Clarissa's pussy past his nostrils quickly bringing his cock to firmness.

So it was not a dream and to prove it to himself he brought his hand to his face for a draft of the intoxicating smell of passion. As he considered reliving last night's initiation whilst having a long slow wank, he noticed the time. 

His euphoria was interrupted by habit, it had gone 8 o'clock, he was late, he should be dressed, he should be on his way, he should......

Mark jumped out of bed, his long and now slightly softening cock bouncing from side to side and he crossed the room the wardrobe. As he open the wardrobe door he could clearly here the dulcet tones of Lady Clarissa mixed with Silas' slight west country burr, this was enough to stop him in his tracks. 

As he closed and then opened the wardrobe door their voices came and went, Mark resolved to investigate further once he had taken breakfast and checked the blacksmith's progress in re-shoeing his horse.

He dressed quickly, and made his way down into the parlour. As soon as he was he seated he was spotted by Sally, the serving girl, who came over smiling at him quizzically and took his order for a hearty breakfast of boiled eggs and pork chops.

She returned soon after with a steaming platter.

"How are you this morning Sir?" she said suggestively "I expect you slept well after a hard day" he was sure she had emphasised the ‘hard'. Then as she turned and left him she said, with a titter.

"I don't know why a fine gentleman like you should need any help, I expect there's plenty of fine girls round here who help you for free".

Mark was both embarrassed and puzzled, as well as a little flattered by her flirting, but how could she know, as she obviously did, what he had been up to last night, what did she mean about getting help for free?

As Mark tucked into his breakfast he was too pleased with himself at the feeling of now being a ‘real man' to worry any more. With the egg and chops dispatched he left the inn and walked across the green to the blacksmith's yard to find out when his horse would be re-shoed. The blacksmiths shop was deserted, the hearth was cold and there was no sign of the blacksmith. A young apprentice waved him towards his horse stabled in the yard. 

Mark was unable to establish where the blacksmith was or when he might return. He resigned himself to having to wait at least another couple of days, his concern at what his employer Mr Brunel might make of this delay was quickly assuaged by the opportunity to spend more time in the company of Lady Clarissa and resolve the mystery of why the inn staff referred to her as ‘Mistress Mountshaft'.

Lady Clarissa was gently woken by Silas proffering a cup of hot chocolate. Silas came for her Ladyship at 9 o'clock, but if the truth be known Silas had already cum for Lady Clarissa about an hour or so earlier whilst lying in his bed in the servants' quarters. In fact this morning's wank was enhanced by the recall of his attentions to his mistress's pussy after completing his mowing duties the previous evening. 

He had added to this memory by imagining that his mistress was not married to Sir Neville Needham, but to him and that she could reveal her true feelings toward him. He replayed the sensations of his tongue traversing her succulent pussy, and nibbling at her proud clit. 

This time, in his fantasy, instead of running his fine cock between her pussy lips and spurting onto to her belly, he followed her urging to drive it deep inside her welcoming quim. He had erupted in a fountain of spunk as he imagined her declaring her everlasting passion for him.

After he had wiped the creamy fluid from his chin and off his chest and stomach, Silas had consoled himself with the thought that half a meal was better than no meal at all. Anyway without him who else was going to safeguard and protect her whilst she pleasured herself of her gentle and not so gentle-men friends, and with these thoughts he continued in his duties in readying his mistress for her morning engagements.

As Clarissa quietly sipped her hot drink, Silas selected her apparel from the travelling chest and laid then out along the bottom of her four poster bed. There was no need to speak, it was a daily routine, varying only with the particular selection of clothing to suit her engagements, each was caught up in their own private thoughts.

Lady Clarissa, while not completely putting last night's little dalliance from her mind, was concentrating more on her morning engagement, indeed she had been anticipating this for some weeks, savouring the anticipation, considering nuances of expression, and teasing movements and poses she might strike later on that morning.

For his part, Silas felt the usual mix of excitement, tingled with jealousy, topped with the hint a satisfaction in the knowledge that he could match or better any of her acquaintances in most respects except wealth, but then such is the vanity of men.

At a little after 10 o'clock while Silas was stoking the fire in sitting room, there came a firm knock upon the door, Silas opened the door to a tall broad man in a long cloak, collar turned up and with a wide brimmed hat. 

"Ah well done there my man..." the newcomer stepped into the room without waiting for Silas to say anything, he had the manner and posture of a man used to doing much as he pleased.

He handed his hat to Silas and unclasped his cloak, Silas waited and then helped the cloak off his shoulders. 

"Good morning, Sir Jasper, I shall tell Mistress that you have arrived"

"Ah yes, err there's a good chap" Sir Jasper's voice matched his presence, he stood at least 6' 2", with a ruddy complexion, a few broken veins suggested he had spent some few years indulging himself in good food and good wine, the form outlined in his breeches however indicated that he did not lead a sedentary lifestyle, and though broad he was still capable of turning a lady's eye.

He had sharp green eyes, wavy brown hair and a prominent nose, which might turn fleshy as the year progressed, and a dimpled chin. His hands were broad but the fingers had remained slender unsullied by any sort of manual labour, he used a well manicured finger nail to flick open the timepiece he had taken from his embroidered waistcoat pocket. He held himself with assurance and had a twinkle in his eye to match a silvered tongue which he used to good effect upon the attached and un-attached ladies of the county.

This was not a man accustomed to having to wait too long for anything, he paced across the room and examined the fire in a desultory sort of way, his face however suggested anticipation rather than frustration, as he adjusted his crotch, and glanced at his reflection in the window pane. 

Since his last encounter with Clarissa, they had maintained a suggestive and barely disguised correspondence. The thrill of writing, reading and imagining the details and circumstance of their next meeting had all but taken over his thoughts in the last few weeks. Indeed neither the recent conquest and youthful enthusiasm of Sarah the nursemaid, or the tutored charms of Mary Chase, the vicar's neglected wife, had assuaged his desires.

After a generous five minutes or so, Lady Clarissa made her way to the bedroom door and glided through into the sitting room whilst Silas retired into the dressing room. Clarissa was wearing a embroidered silk dressing gown, with dragons coursing their way down her back and along the sleeves, under this simple gown she was firmly laced into her bespoke whale boned corset, this was half cupped so her bosom was barely prevented from overflowing. 

Her stockings extended halfway up her thighs and were folded over simple white linen garters tied in a bow the outside. In between the stocking top and base of the corset there was only a smooth expanse of gently rolling thigh, pussy and stomach, on her feet were a pair of button laced white calf length boots in fine leather. Her auburn hair was loose and flowed onto her shoulders.

She smiled warmly as Sir Jasper approached her and took her proffered hand

"My dearest, loveliest Mistress Mountshaft, it is not possible to tell you how wonderful and alluring you look, my dear, mere words cannot describe how much I have been looking forward to seeing you again" they embraced and her kissed on each cheek, the tone of his voice dropped " I hope however that my actions will show you how much I have been anticipating your company".

"Sir Jasper, I can assure you that I too have been looking forward to renewing our acquaintance, and how I might have the opportunity to ensure your continuing affections"

"Ah Mistress, I can assure that you need have no concern on that account if you are to tantalise me in so many new ways as is your unfailing custom" Sir Jasper's hand had now moved less decorously to caress Lady Clarissa's sumptuous posterior, "I do admit that I have been a little free with the parlour maids and milkmaids these last few months, but there has been none to approach the splendour of your pussy". 

Sir Jasper now moved his other hand around Lady Clarissa and made little secret of his intentions. Lady Clarissa was too quick for him and whilst returning his increasingly passionate kisses, she slipped his embrace.

"Now Sir Jasper, you will not find my fancy so quickly, you will have to woo me more subtly than you take any of your parlour maids", she lightly ran her hand over the growing bulge in his breeches as she moved around the dining table pursued by Sir Jasper.

She let Sir Jasper approach her again and as he resumed his frontal assault, with expressions of growing passion, she moved her hand between his legs collecting his balls and tweaked them with a flick of her wrist.

Sir Jasper was halted in mid bluster, his hands returned slowly to his sides. Lady Clarissa maintained a gentle hold on his crotch and leaned forward and kissed him squarely on the lips, and as his hands moved back to envelop her, she again stopped him with another tweak of the wrist. They alternated between fulsome deep and probing kisses and pauses as Clarissa had to twist her wrist to bring Sir Jasper under control.

Each twist caused his cock to grow harder and longer and for his passion to rise. Murmurs of pleasure and sharp intakes of breath replaced his bluster, with each interlude of gentle caress his words became less demands for debauchery and more entreaties for release.

"Now Sir Jasper, why don't you come this way?" Lady Clarissa breathed into his ear as she lead him by the balls into her bedchamber , "and we will see what my friend Mistress Mountshaft can do to relieve this stiffness. It may take some while to effect a fulsome cure, but I'm sure you will be coming back for more in no time at all"

They moved into the bedroom, which was centre set with a large four poster bed, to the left hand side along a wall was a tall wardrobe with mirrored doors, on the opposite side of the bed was a dressing table with an upholstered stool. there was a further doorway from the bedchamber which led into to the adjoining dressing and bathing chamber where Silas maintained his vigil.

She sat Sir Jasper on the end of the bed, and released the belt of her silk dressing gown to slowly reveal her décolletage that flowed generously from her half cupped whale boned corset. Sir Jasper gasped at the smooth expanse of gently rolling thigh, bare shaven pussy and stomach that stretched down from the base of the corset to the tops of her silk stockings halfway up her milky white thighs.

Mistress Mountshaft then set about undressing him removing his jacket and waistcoat and undoing his neckerchief, all the while occasionally stroking his thigh and tracing the outline of his cock through his breeches and exchanging brief tantalising kisses. 

Sir Jasper was uncharacteristically quiet as his eyes feasted on the glimpse of creamy thigh and proud pink quim as her dressing gown swayed open matching the movement of her hands in removing his clothing.

Clarissa teased him with little asides " I having been giving considerable thought as to how I am going to satisfy that stallion in your breeches"

"I hope you have remembered to stop playing with yourself, as I instructed in my last letter, you are going to need all of your stamina, for I shall need a jolly good rogering"

She stood him up and removed his shirt and caressed his chest, before allowing him to embrace and wantonly kiss her. Sir Jasper's hands started roving first over her breast outside the silk, then slipping his hands inside the dressing gown to allow his hands to seek out Clarissa's rapidly glistening pussy. 

Clarissa revelled in the feeling of lust and power as her spread her thighs and thrust herself forward and took complete control of this powerful man. Soon however she reeled herself in, consoled in the thought of how the final release would benefit from a prolongation of the entrée.

"Now Sir Jasper, your boots, I think" 

As he sat back down Clarissa slowly let her dressing gown slip from her shoulders and into a pool on the floor, her legs set slightly apart and her bald quim swollen with her inner pussy wantonly displayed, their distinctive perfume wafting across the room.

Clarissa turned around stepping over his outstretched leg to remove his boot. She bent down and with an theatrical flourish exposed her glorious arse. She gripped his right boot and drew it tight up into her crotch and rubbed herself along the long smooth well polished upper leather. As she moved herself forward and back along the boot with exaggerated movements she left a little trail of moisture along the top of the boot.

The sight of this erotic display was driving Sir Jasper to distraction, he wanted to put his bursting cock where his boot now lay, yet at the same time he wanted this licentious display to last for ever.

"It think it's time for this boot to come off"

"Mmmm, I think it's ready, like my throbbing dick, to shoot right across the room" said Sir Jasper as he placed his left foot on Clarissa's upturned checks and together they eased the boot off.

Clarissa then turned around, and standing with her knees slightly bent continued to play with the boot rubbing up and down her swollen and moist labia, moaning gently with her eyes closed imagining riding a veritable stallion. Sir Jasper watched in awe his hand frantically working his cock which was still encased in his tight breeches.

Lady Clarissa's transformation into Mistress Mountshaft was now complete with this brazen and wanton display worthy of the most accomplished Parisian whore.

Clarissa smiled wickedly at him, "Do you think you will be hard enough for me once I get to that cock of yours"

"Have no doubt you wanton hussy, if I don't get to fill your pussy soon, I am going to spray my seed in these breeches!"

She moved to repeat her performance on the left boot, this time as she straddled his leg and displayed her enflamed pussy, Sir Jasper leaned forward and caressed her arse and ran his finger between her bum cheeks and slipped them along the length of her dripping lips. Clarissa had a good of trouble in maintaining her measured pace, for she was now as aroused as Sir Jasper, and her pussy ached to filled with a thick hard cock.

With the left boot now removed, Clarissa moved forward and took Sir Jasper's hand and drew it to her exposed and distended puss and thrust herself toward and shivered as she felt his finger slip inside her quim and his thumb rub against her clitoris. She left his hand to continue its pleasing work and set to unbutton his fly and released his proud purple headed cock and their aching companion balls.

With the fly unbuttoned, Sir Jasper moved his hands to his side and raised his bottom, Clarissa then gripped the waistband of his riding breeches and in a single swift deft movement he was released and his cock bounced free.

"I shall die if I don't fuck you this minute Mistress"

"Steady now tiger, I need to inspect this fine specimen first" 

Clarissa gripped his cock and drew it and its now naked owner up to the head of the bed, where she proceeded to stroke him one hand while her other caressed his balls, before tightly squeezing the base of his cock to preventing him from spraying his precious seed over her belly and corset.

His cock was of a good length and particularly thick, such that she could not completely close her delicate hand around the dark and heavily veined shaft, he was circumcised with bulbous purple head which shone with his own juices. He lay back onto the pillows as her fingers traced their way along the back of the shaft from balls to frenulum and then teasingly around the rim of the bulbous head. 

It was all that Sir Jasper could do to hold himself back, for he had abstained from any ejaculation for three days as she directed, his balls now ached for release, the tweaking Clarissa had given them earlier had made them ache even more. He has not abstained for such a time for many years. 

"Ohh Mistress how I want to roger you and spray your insides and outsides with this spunk, it feels like fire in my balls, Ohh please release me let me come, I must have you, I must taste you, oohhh I must…….!!".

Clarissa lay down beside him, her hand moving from his quivering cock and drew him into an embrace smothering his pleas. 

As they lay side by side she responded willingly to Sir Jasper's impassioned kisses, their tongues mashed together exploring each other deeply, Sir Jasper's tongue galloping at pace, Clarissa's making teasing darting motions and occasionally pulling up his tongue by capturing it between her teeth and sucking hard until it seemed he was drawn completely inside her.

Sir Jasper hands worked over her curvaceous arse, as she threw her one leg over his and ran the inside of her thigh up and down his leg. His cock was pressed hard against the swell of her mons, as her leg reached the top of its arc it drew Clarissa's moist pussy lips into contact with his balls and the base of his straining cock, coating them with her copious nectar. 

After a good five minutes in which no words were spoken, only occasional sighs and grunts of pleasures, Clarissa drew away from him, and guided his mouth to her full breast. He was now completely in her awe as her suckled on each teat in turn, before cupping then in hands and nuzzling between them.

She gently guided him down her, passed the smooth swell of her belly towards the intoxicating aroma of a fully aroused dripping puss. Sir Jasper was reduced to whimpering appreciative murmurs as he breathed in deep and ran his tongue along her smooth shaved mons and into the free flowing well of her throbbing pink quim.

As his tongue touched her clitoris she shuddered for she too was now close to the edge and barely able to control her animal urges. She would have surrendered to vixen inside her some while ago but for the taking of fresh young Mark last night.

"Ahhh , yess, mmmm Sir Jasper you kiss, you lick you…ahh so well, I'm ripe for picking, plucking, rogering, mounting,  ahhhh ..... mating"

" Ohh Mistress I must have you now".

She eased Sir Jasper away from her sodden puss, turned around and knelt on the bed with her head resting on the pillow looking back between her legs, with her knees apart and back arched. Her majestical arse was presented in its most lascivious way, the gash of her puss was fully on display, the swollen lips of her quim arched out to reveal pink inner lips and erect clitoris all dripping with passion juice.

Sir Jasper needed no further prompting, for this was his favourite, as she knew well. He moved onto his knees behind her, and positioned himself between her thighs, as he did he could see Clarissa looking back at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.




Coaching Mark Ch. 02



For Sir Jasper, time seemed to slow down as he took hold of his cock and brought it down the crack of her arse and along the length of her waiting puss, they both let out an involuntary sigh as the tip of his cock touched her, Sir Jasper managed three sweeps up and down her dripping gash before he lost control and plunged his purple headed dick into her soft welcoming centre.

Clarissa moved her head back and looked up to the panel at the head of the of the bed where she knew Silas would be watching over her wellbeing through the spy hole, cock in hand. She allowed herself to rock forward and back as sir Jasper rhythmically pumped his thick cock into her. The lewd slurping and squelching noises accompanying each insertion and withdrawal served to highlight the wanton atmosphere and compliment the heady smell of their juices.

Ohh how much she loved to be fucked, how good it was , how desirable she felt now that the transmogrification was complete! Now she was Miss Mountshaft! The most licentious, lustful, sensual whore in the land! She impassioned men, she controlled them, she adored the sense of release and liberation that came with the coming! She was as intoxicated as Shelley and Coleridge and their laudanum induced poetry!

"Now Sir Jasper fill me with that cock, give me ever inch, I want it so much, roger me roger me please, ohh yesss."

"Hmmmm Mistress this is so good ..... urrrhhnmm"

         Meanwhile ..... Mark had returned from a brief tour of village, after resigning himself to having to wait some while yet for his horse to be re-shoed, and pondering upon how he might find some excuse to re-new his acquaintance with Lady Clarissa.

He was slightly dejected when he entered his room, for he had not come up with any plausible excuse for calling upon his neighbour. He took off his coat, opened the wardrobe, hung his coat, then swung the wardrobe closed and moved across to the table and chair with a mind to pass a few hours in completing his journal for the last few eventful days.

As he sat there was a nagging memory of some action left undone. He dismissed it at first as he rummaged in his saddlebag for quill, ink and journal. But the thought would not go away, but nor would it reveal itself, what was it that he had meant to do? He chewed on the but of his quill, a quizzical expression on his brow.

Then suddenly it came to him - the change in noise transmission from the adjoining room as he open and closed the wardrobe doors. He rose from the chair and made his way back to the wardrobe, opened the doors and began a careful inspection of the plain oak interior, but found little of note. 

The inn was quite quiet and he could not hear any voices. He continued his inspection by examining the wall either side of the wardrobe which were of traditional plaster on wattle panels set in the oak framing. 

He returned to the inside of the wardrobe and was just about to dismiss the change in sound transmission as a figment of his imagination when he distinctly heard a gruff voice " Ohh Mistress I must have you now".

With renewed interest Mark removed the all clothes hung in the wardrobe and with the aid of a candlestick made a more thorough search. He found that the rear panel of the wardrobe seemed to move a little from side to side, but that this initial movement did not transmit to the rest of the wardrobe. It was not long before he located the pegs that released the rear panel and allowed it to slide to one side.

By now Mark was trembling with excitement, for this false panel must clearly be connected to the adjoining room where Lady Clarissa was resident. Would it be her sitting room or bedchamber? He drew a mental floor plan of the building and this suggested it was likely to be the bed chamber – so who was the owner of the gruff voice? For it was not Silas, nor Martin the coachman.

The space behind the panel was dark, as Mark put his hand into the void he felt a heavy curtain . He was now standing inside his wardrobe, he put down the candle and gently moved the curtain back and peered into the space beyond.

He was shocked and aroused by what he saw, for on the other side of the curtain was a similar sized wardrobe space, but the doors had glass tinted panes which gave a view in to the room beyond where there was a four poster bed, side on, with a naked man and near naked woman cavorting. 

Mark put his head into the new space and savoured the view, the woman was wearing a corset, boots and stockings but was naked from thigh to waist and was kneeling on the bed with legs set apart. The man was completely naked and set behind the woman thrusting his thick and glistening cock in and out with measured strokes whilst gripping her hips.

As he drew the curtain a little further back he could see that within the space was a chair. This was all clearly carefully engineered, the half silver mirrors, the velvet blackout curtain, a viewing chamber in which to watch unobserved. 

Mark stepped forward into the space and as quietly as possible settled himself into the chair and started to draw the curtain back to close off the light flooding into the chamber from his own room. He then froze, as he recognised the corset boots and magnificent arse from his encounter the previous night. 

Lady Clarissa then looked over her shoulder and seemed to look right through the mirror at Mark as if looking him directly in the eye, before returning her gaze to the pillows in front of her and then urging her companion on.

Startled but undeterred, Mark settled into the chair to watch the carnal display, he unbuttoned his fly and let his long slender cock spring free, the first dew drops of precum were already evident.

The mystery of Mistress Mountshaft was revealed, Mark's only concern now was would he come before they did?!

"Now Sir Jasper fill me with that cock, give me ever inch, I want it so much, roger me roger me please, ohh yesss."

The glimpse of light from the wardrobe mirror was all that was needed to confirm to Clarissa that Mark had indeed found the hidden viewing compartment. She was now truly the centre of attention of these three virile men, with Silas keeping his faithful vigil from the adjoining bath chamber, young Mark was now being fully drawn into her circle, and Sir Jasper slipping his thick veined cock into her dripping and wanton cunt. 

The thought of her two watchers wanking on their cocks served to further arouse her desires, but how much more erotically charged, doubly so, triply so, to know that she was being watched. Clarissa played to her gallery, the self stoking cycle making her loins even more aflame, her puss open and fragrant as a flower and warmly receptive of Sir Jasper's steaming stamen.

She moaned and groaned and gasped for her admirers, from plaintive whimpers to joyous whoops – these were for her captive audience as much as they were for Sir Jasper. 

The room fell quiet but for the lurid sounds of sex and increasingly breathless pants from Clarissa and Sir Jasper, the watchers held their breath as their wrists pumped in time with Sir Jasper's thrusts.

Mark watched with amazement from his side on grandstand viewpoint, as the thick and dark cock sluiced in and out Clarissa's exposed gaping pink puss, how his rippled hairy legs contrasted with Clarissa smooth white skin, how his muscular square body compared with her corseted curves. It was erotic art and raw animal sex rolled into one, Mark could control himself not longer as his newly christened cock spurted over his shirt and hands and breeches. He continued to pump until every last drop of hot cum was squeezed free.

Clarissa's panting changed to whimpers as she ground her puss back against Sir Jasper before giving herself completely to the waves of her orgasm, the image of three spurting cocks taking her over the edge to a shattering orgasm.

As Clarissa went limp Sir Jasper let himself go and in three final wild lunges let go the accumulated boiling spunk, on the last lunge his cock slipped out completely and Mark and Silas were treated to the sight of Sir Jasper's final blasts spraying over Clarissa upturned arse.

As Sir Jasper flopped down onto the bed beside Clarissa, Silas allowed himself his second release of the day with the image of him bathing his mistress's cum filled pussy clean with his tongue.

As they all remained lost in their own post orgasmic reverie, completely sated for the time being, Clarissa could not help herself from considering what she might wear that afternoon, before moving on to pondering how to give the randy epicurean Sir Jasper an encore to top this last glorious fuck.

As Sir Jasper's eyes drooped in the trance of a fully satisfied male, Clarissa heard a rustle as Mark vacated the viewing chamber and returned to his own room.

Mistress Mountshaft allowed herself little smile as a plan formulated in her mind.