0 comments/ 52030 views/ 5 favorites Idylls of the Lady Ch. 1 By: SexySecretary Lady Heather sighed as she heard a knocking on the door of her bedchamber. "Just a moment," she called, reaching for her red dressing gown to cover her young, nude body. She opened the door to see James, her family's butler, standing there. "Good morning, James," she said with a smile. He held her breakfast tray. "Breakfast, Miss Heather. Shall I put it on the dresser?" "Please." As he passed, Heather took the delicate teacup from the tray and sipped the steaming hot tea. He put the tray down. "Cook prepared your favo-rite, Miss Heather. Apple turnovers and oatmeal with cream." Heather laughed. "I do love oatmeal with cream --even more than one kind of cream, James." She gave him a seductive look. The fifty-year-old butler blushed slightly. "Why, what do you mean, Miss Heather?" The nineteen-year-old lady of the manor moved close to him. "I think you know, James. Don't you? Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talk-ing about, because I think you understand perfect-ly." She leaned up on her tiptoes, sliding her arms around the old man's neck. Her dressing gown gaped in the front to show a tantalizing view of her perfect, milky white titties. James drew a deep breath. He didn't know what had gotten into her that morning. He'd been work-ing for Heather's family for thirty years, and had watched Heather grow up. Now the sultry, chestnut-haired, blue-eyed beauty was trying to seduce him! There was no denying that he'd looked at Heather before, her tiny waist, the swell of her titties in her expensive silk gowns, bt now . . . Heather smiled and pressed her lips to his, as she moved a hand to the front of his pants. "Oh, my, James. Your cock is very hard, isn't it?" "Yes, Miss Heather . . . " James choked. "It is . . . oh, God." Heather smiled as she tilted her head to one side. "I think I know a way to take care of that. James, I know that you like to look at me," she said, untying the belt of her dressing gown and slipping it off. James's eyes grew wide at her titties, the slim waist, the pussy mound covered with curly reddish-brown hair. Heather dipped her fingers in between her legs and held them up, showing James the dampness on her fingertips. Then she slipped a finger in his mouth, letting him taste the warm cat cream. "Do you want to put your big hard cock in my pussy, James?" Unable to speak with Heather's finger in his mouth, so much he was enjoying the taste, he only nodded. Heather gently pushed him onto her bed and pulled his pants to his ankles, then straddled him. She guided his throbbing cock to her pussy, then held herself above him for a moment. "Please, Miss Heather!" James moaned, thrusting his hips up. "You want it that bad, don't you, James?" Heather said, lowering her tight, wet pussy onto his quivering dick. "Oh, God, Miss Heather! Shit! You are so tight!" Heather just smiled as she bounced up and down on James's dick. "You like that, don't you James?" He nodded, a look of pure pleasure on his face. She rode him like he was a wild stallion, grinding her pussy into him as hard as she could, taking him deeper than he thought he could go. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, James! Fuck me hard and make me cum! I want to feel your cream -- my favorite kind -- deep in my cunt!" "Oh, yes, baby girl, I'm going to cum in your pussy! Oh,shit! Cummmmmmmming, you gorgeous little cunt!" James exploded deep inside Heather's pussy as she clamped her cunt muscles around his dick. Heather rolled off him and smiled. "Better get back to your duties, James. It wouldn't do to have the duke mad at you, now would it?" Idylls of the Lady Ch. 10 Heather started blushing as Cameron put his arms around her. "We're going to have a beautiful child, Heather." Heather pushed him away. "Cameron, the baby might not be yours." She had decided not to mince words. Cameron shot to his feet. "What do you mean? Other than Holloway, there has been no one else, has there?" Heather bit her lip. Cameron looked angry. "Actually there has been, Cameron. One of the servants. William." "Did he rape you?" Cameron demanded. "No, I seduced him. I didn't mean for it to happen, it's just..." Her words trailed off as she saw Cameron's face tighten. "You slut," he ground out. Heather shrugged. She was how she was, and why was he angry? He'd gotten what he wanted from her. "I told you I never fall in love, Cameron. You didn't believe me. You also said you knew of my escapades with the male sex. William, Holloway, Holden --" "Holden! Your own brother!" "And Daddy, and James, the butler." Cameron looked astonished. It looked like Westbrook Hall was a house of incest and eroticism. "Well, there is something I can gain. It won't be a total loss." Cameron roughly pushed Heather back onto the grass and tore her clothing from her body. He ripped open the front of his breeches and thrust his hard, hot dick into her sopping cunt. "You little slut. Bitch, I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy. And even then you won't get any. I was prepared to make you my duchess, but it won't happen now." Heather felt tears form in her eyes. Cameron had never before talked to her like that, and she was surprised to find that it hurt. Cameron pounded his cock into her cunt, and he wasn't gentle. Heather found it unpleasant and tried to tell him. "Cameron... you're too... rough. It..." Cameron continued pounding and spoke through clenched teeth. "Hurts, doesn't it? Bitch." "Please..." Cameron slowed when he saw Heather's contorted face and decided to make her decide that she wouldn't toy with him again. Heather sighed in relief when Cameron pulled out. But then he flipped her over, spread her ass cheeks wide and thrust into her virgin asshole. "OOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!" Heather bawled. Cameron smiled in satisfaction as he heard Heather's cry of pain. He felt her asshole give way to his huge cock and began thrusting his cock as far as it would go. Heather cried and slumped forward, supporting herself on her elbows. Cameron felt his balls swell. He was going to cum in her hot asshole. "Okay, whore! I feel it. I'm going to cum in your tight little asshole." He began cumming. "SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEET FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKK!" Heather was crying, when Cameron pulled out of her ass. "Well, Heather, I guess I'll take you home. You won't toy with me again." Heather winced in pain as Cameron put her on her horse. He led the mare, and Heather cried silently as she wondered if indeed, she was pregnant with Cameron's baby. Idylls of the Lady Ch. 11 Three weeks passed. Heather had no callers, no visits from Cameron, and no sex. She was now afraid -- she might be pregnant, and she wanted it to be Cameron's child. Why, she didn't know. The kindly old physician who had delivered Heather herself nineteen years earlier, smiled at her. "I know this is a shock, dear, but you are --" "Expecting?" The doctor nodded. "You are unwed, aren't you, my dear?" Heather nodded. "Do you want to give the baby up to parents who will care for it?" Heather shook her head. "Can you tell me when?" "I would say sometime in April." Heather did some calculating in her head. That meant it was conceived sometime in August -- and that made it Cameron's. She was thrilled. "Dr. Winters, thank you!" she cried, and jumped up to hug him. Then she felt the hard object pressing against her thigh. She pulled back and looked down. The desire he felt was obvious. "How about if I fuck you, Dr. Winters?" He swallowed. "Now, Heather --" She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "I know you want it, and my pussy is wet for you. I can see your hard cock. You don't want to fuck my little cunt?" He smiled lewdly and undid his breeches, exposing his cock. Heather gaped. It was the biggest she'd ever seen, even bigger than Cameron's. She pulled up her chemise, which had been all she'd worn for him to examine her. He simply pushed his cock into her without a word. He fucked her fast and hard, and Heather came a number of times. He spewed his nit into her over and over again. She clung to him as he fucked her. He came one last time. "You're a great fuck, Heather." "So are you, Dr. Winters." "I may need some of that sweet little cunt again soon." Heather smiled smugly. "We'll see." Idylls of the Lady Ch. 12 Heather dressed carefully and took her carriage to Northleigh Hall. Cameron himself answered the door and was dressed to go riding. His look of displeasure almost caused Heather to falter. "What do you want, my love?" he said sarcastically. She held out a hand. "Cameron, darling, our baby ---" "Our baby? Ha. It could be anybody's." "I'm expecting in April. I'm very sure that it's yours." "Well, we shall see when the baby comes who it favors. If it looks like me, I may concede to accept it." "Cameron, don't be angry. You told me from the beginning you knew of my escapades. You got what you wanted." "I also thought you would fall in love." "I can." "Why is it I can never resist you?" Cameron pulled Heather through the door and led her to his bedchamber, the same one as the first time. Impatient, they stripped each other of their clothes. They fell into bed, Cameron whispering how much he loved her tight cunt, and freeing his cock, pushed it into her. She sighed in pleasure and wrapped her arms around him. He fucked her long into the hours of the night, filling her with his cum over and over again. Heather cuddled against him. She glanced at the clock on the table. Eight o'clock. "I'm so very tired now, Cameron." "So what will you do, Heather? Will you stay the night and let me hold you?" Heather stretched luxuriously. "Yes, Cameron, I will stay. Make love to me again." With a victorious smile, Cameron pushed his hard cock into her tight, wet cunt once again. Idylls of the Lady Ch. 13 *** NINE MONTHS LATER *** Heather laid in bed in Cameron's bedchamber, breathing heavily as Dr. Winters waited between her widespread legs. She'd been visiting Cameron when her water broke. Cameron had hastened to fetch the doctor, the Duke, and Holden. Now the three paced outside the bedchamber as they listened to Heather's howls of pain. Dr. Winters seemed more intent on gazing at Heather's sweet cunt than delivering her baby. He thrust a hand inside to check the position, anyway. "Okay, Heather, give me a big push." Heather clenched her teeth and pushed. The head began to crown. "Heather, I can see the baby's head. Keep pushing." Biting back a scream, she pushed again. The baby slipped into Dr. Winters' hands and let out a lusty wail. "It's a boy!" he cried. Outside, Cameron heard the baby's wail. He slumped against the wall. "That's my baby! I'm a daddy!" Dr. Winters looked up as Cameron burst in. "She's having twins," he said excitedly. Cameron looked at Heather, her gown around her waist, as she held their son cradled against her side, wrapped in a blanket. She grimaced in pain as the other baby began coming. Cameron gripped her free hand as the second baby arrived -- a girl. The doctor washed his hands in the basin. "Cameron, I must ask you to leave for a moment." Cameron nodded and left, after kissing Heather on the forehead. Dr. Winters tenderly bathed Heather's cunt and inner thighs and began licking her pussy. Heather sighed in contentment, then felt a strange sense of guilt. She pushed him away with her foot. "No, Dr. Winters. You can't. I love Cameron." * * * * * * Two hours later, Heather was dressed in a clean nightgown and propped up on pillows in the bed, as she held the twins, who both looked like Cameron and had been named Lord Jason Hamilton Westbrook Northleigh of Ridgely, and Lady Whitney Faye Rose Westbrook Northleigh of Ridgely. Cameron joined her on the bed and pulled her close. "They are angels, aren't they, Cameron?" Heather asked. Cameron nodded and lifted little Whitney into his own arms. "They are, indeed. And I'm proud that they're mine. You were right, Heather. I am the father. They have my features and hair." He smiled at Heather. "And now, my love? What about you?" "I know that I said I would never fall in love, Cameron, but I was wrong. I love our children -- and I love you." Cameron grinned and said, "Can I persuade you to become the Duchess of Ridgely?" "You might have to. But I don't think I have to tell you how." Cameron took the two sleeping babies and laid them in their cradle. Then he returned to the bed and took Heather in his arms. He pushed her nightgown up to her waist, freed his hardened cock and pushed it into her waiting cunt. "You know, my darling," Heather managed, "I've heard that first children are hopelessly spoiled." "Is that so?" Cameron replied, pumping his cock into her cunt and gasping. "Well, then, it will be my pleasure to provide Jason and Whitney with half a dozen brothers and sisters." He pumped his cock into her pussy as Heather fucked her pussy up at him. At last, Lady Heather Rose Westbrook's days of sexual escapades were over. The End Idylls of the Lady Ch. 2 Heather ate her breakfast, feeling deliciously sinful after her frolic that morning with James, and bathed and chose a gray silk gown. She pulled her chestnut hair back loosely in a ribbon, and went downstairs, to where her brother, Lord Holden, sat smoking his pipe in the salon. "Good morning, darling brother," she said, walking over and kissing his cheek. She made sure enough cleavage was showing to spark his interest. He swallowed hard. "Good morning, Heather," he choked out. She smiled and sat down on the arm of the chair he was occupying. "Holden, dear," she said, running a finger down his arm, "how is Lady Skylar?" Holden's face took on a melancholy look. "She told me never to come again. She says we don't have enough money for her, and that she won't marry me." He pulled the five carat diamond from his pocket and looked at it morosely. Heather rose and pulled shut the doors to the salon. "I can make you feel better, Holden," she said. He looked up, hopeful. "How?" Heather walked back over to him and leaned down and then brushed her lips lightly over his. "Oh, God, Heather, no. It's wrong. I'm your brother!" Heather straddled his lap. "What is your point, Holden?" She pulled her skirts up to her thighs and smiled at him. "We can enjoy this, Holden." Easing aside the gusset of her panties, she rubbed her pussy against the front of his trousers. He groaned and ripped them open, freeing his hardened cock. Heather smiled slyly and slid her pussy onto his cock, sighing as he filled her. He sighed with her. "God, Heather, it's so good," he whispered, as he thrust upwards. She ground her pussy against him. "Fuck me with that hard cock, Holden! Fuck me!" Holden braced his hands on her hips and pulled her against him each time he thrust. She was moaning, as was he. "I'm going to cum! Ohh, fuck!" Heather continued bouncing against him. He thrust hard, and shot his cum into his slutty sister. "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!" he screamed. Heather began cumming. "Oh! Oh, shit! You gorgeous little fuck!" Holden gasped as he emptied his balls into her still-convulsing twat. Heather got up and tugged her skirts back down. She brushed another light kiss on Holden's lips. "I think I'll go see what Daddy is up to." Idylls of the Lady Ch. 3 Heather swept down the hallway to her father's study and walked inside. James was leaving after bringing her father's tea. "Good morning, James," Heather said sweetly, acting as if she'd just seen him, instead of fucking his brains out earlier that morning. "Good morning, m-my l-lady," James stammered, as he left and shut the doors. Heather seated herself on the edge of the Duke's desk. "Good morning, Daddy." "Good morning, sweetheart," the Duke said, and lifted his face. Heather took the opportunity to brush her daddy's lips with a kiss. He pulled back and looked at her, slightly puzzled. She just smiled and lifting the hem of her skirt, placed the toes of her shoeless, stockinged foot in the crotch of his pants. He turned red. "What's wrong, Daddy?" she said teasingly. "Heather, Daddy has work to do," he said, as his cock hardened. Heather felt it with her toes. "I'll say you do, Daddy. Must be hard to have that cock hard. Do you need my help?" He groaned. She smiled at him. "I could use some help, Heather . . ." She pulled him to his feet and led him to the sofa. She pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide for him. "I know you want to fuck me, Daddy. So come on and fuck your little baby girl!" The Duke stepped in between Heather's legs, undid his pants, lowered himself a bit and slammed his big hard old man cock into her pretty little pussy. She screamed in pleasure as her Daddy moaned. "Oh, Heather. You feel so good, you little slut. Just like your mother was. A fucking whore!" Heather was getting turned on by the words. She was a whore and she took pleasure in it as she ro-tated her pussy on her daddy's cock. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me like the whore I am!" He slammed into her harder and harder. He was be-ginning to feel his cum in his balls. "Oh, God, sweetheart! I'm going to blow my nut in your hot tight cunt!" "Come on, Daddy! Please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeese cum in me!" The Duke shot streams of cum into his daughter's tight cunt. "Oh, Daddy," Heather sighed. "I hope I have your baby." With that, she straightened her skirts and left the study. The Duke lay spent on the couch, won-dering what had happened to change his demure, shy little girl. Idylls of the Lady Ch. 4 It was later that morning when the Duke's business associate, Sir Quinten Holloway, stopped in to deliver some papers. Heather had been walking out the door to go riding, dressed in her new burgundy riding habit, but decided instead to stay in, when she saw Holloway. She felt her pussy cream in anticipation. He was tall and young, with thick black hair and a swarthy complexion. His green eyes had sparkled when he greeted her. Heather raced upstairs and pulled a gown from her closet. It was a blue silk with a neckline dipped low enough to show a good amount of her young titties. When the business concluded, Holloway came out of her father's study and shut the door. Then he saw Heather, just outside the salon. She gave him a sunny smile. "Sir Holloway, care to join me for some tea?" He nodded his assent, and accompanied her into the salon. She poured him a cup of tea, which he took black. "Did the meeting go well, sir?" Heather feigned interest. "Very well, Miss Heather. Now I have urgent matters to attend to when I leave here." "I have an urgent matter which I think you can help me with," she said, leaning forward slightly. Holloway's eyes were glued to her chest. "What matter is that, Miss Heather?" "The matter of fucking me, sir," Heather said. Holloway was well known in London for his lecherous appetites. His cock hardened instantly. "You want me to fuck you, Heather? With great pleasure, my dear." He stood and pulled Heather to her feet, then proceeded to carry her upstairs. Heather was more than ready when they reached her bedchamber. Holloway deposited her on her bed and impatiently, stripped each other of their clothing. Holloway was a very skilled lover. He slid into Heather's steaming pussy with no preliminaries, taking her fast and hard. No words of passion, no strained expression. Hard, fast sex. Holloway smiled lewdly as he came deep inside her pussy and then left. Heather curled into a ball, then looked at her crumpled silk on the floor. She thought with his reputation as a womanizer, he would be a great fuck. He'd left her filling unfulfilled. Idylls of the Lady Ch. 5 Three weeks after the encounter with Holloway, Heather attended a ball at the Lockwoods, escorted by her brother, who was giving her lecherous looks most of the night. Heather had dressed carefully and intended to find her next conquest that night. Her dress was made from yards of emerald green velvet, with an elegant bustle in the back and long fitted sleeves. She was wearing white gloves, and the neckline showed plenty of cleavage, and was set off by an emerald necklace. Emeralds sparkled at her ears. She was swept into a dance by a man she did not know and who did not ask for the honor. She was momentarily flustered, but he was an excellent dancer with a dazzling smile. "I have been watching you all evening, Heather," he said in a deep voice. "Who are you, sir?" "I am the Duke of Ridgeley, Cameron Northleigh." Heather was shocked. The Duke of Ridgeley was married to the most beautiful woman in all of London. Ginger Hamilton-Northleigh, the Duchess of Ridgeley, although beautiful, was in very fragile health and had been pregnant, the last Heather heard. "Where is your wife, sir?" Cameron's features hardened. "She has run off with her lover -- that joke of a French count. The father of the baby I had thought was mine." Heather was sorry she had asked. "I am sorry, sir. I did not know. Forgive me for asking." He smiled again. "I think you know why I asked you to dance, Heather." "No, I'm sure I don't, your Grace. Perhaps you could elaborate." "Darling Heather, I have heard of your escapades with the male sex." Heather paled. "Whatever you have heard is a lie, sir." "You seem pale, Heather," Cameron said, a smile tugging at his mouth. "Come now, tell me the truth." "I am," Heather said stubbornly. "Or I will have to tell your father about Holloway." There was no teasing. The duke was strict, and Cameron knew it. Heather would be severely reprimanded. The duke had warned Heather that if she got into any more trouble, he would marry her off to that wretched Earl of Snowden. "Very well, it is true," Heather replied. Cameron smiled and traced a finger along Heather's lips. "And you will warm my bed tonight." "Yes," Heather replied breathlessly. "Good. Ditch Holden and have your carriage bring you to Northleigh Hall at eleven-thirty, for I will be waiting." With a squeeze of her titties, he left. Heather began thinking of a way to get rid of Holden, when she saw him disappear into the gar-den with a giggling Lady Skylar. They must have patched up their differences. The opportunity was open. Heather headed for the front door. Now all she had to do was convince the family driver to take her to Northleigh Hall, and get her there in time, because it was eleven-fifteen now. Idylls of the Lady Ch. 6 At eleven-thirty, Heather was escorted into Northleigh Hall to an upstairs chamber. It was lit by only three candles. And Cameron was reclined on the bed, in only a dressing gown, awaiting her arrival. Heather smiled at him as he rose from the bed, and slowly removed her gloves. "I am here as you requested, sir. You may do whatever you please." Cameron slowly undid the buttons on the back of her gown and slipped it off her shoulders, down to her waist, until it pooled on the floor. Next went Heather's numerous petticoats and chemise. Finally, Cameron unlaced Heather's corset and removed it. She stood naked in the candlelight and she heard Cameron take a deep breath. "You are beautiful, Heather. Everything I imagined . . . " His word trailed off as Heather stripped him of his dressing gown. She smiled to herself as she traced her fingers over his huge, throbbing cock. "I want to fuck you, Heather," Cameron said. "Yes, Cameron. Fuck me. Put that hard cock in my hungry little cunt." Cameron pushed Heather to the floor and mounted her. He pushed his cock into the damp curls between her legs. "God, oh my God, Heather. Feels so goddamn good. Your cunt is so fucking tight. I love your fucking cunt, you little bitch!" The words coming from Cameron's mouth were making Heather's pussy even wetter. She was literally soaking his cock with her juices. Cameron began pumping his hard cock into her pussy. Heather began thrusting her hips upward and meeting his thrusts. He pumped hard into her sopping cunt as he gasped out words. "Fuck . . . oh, fuck me, Heather. Fuck that hot little cunt on my cock. Squeeze that tight pussy around my hard cock! You're going to make me cum, oh God, I'm going to cum!" He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, then rolled over so she was on top, contact of cunt and cock unbroken. Heather began bouncing up and down on Cameron's cock. "Cum, Cameron! Cum for me!" she yelled. Cameron thrust up and felt his cum shooting into the wanton little slut sitting on his cock. He'd never fucked such a tight pussy. Heather began cumming, gushing her juices out onto his cock and his balls. With a wicked smile, Heather rose, leaving Cameron spent on the floor. "Well, your Grace," she said, redressing rapidly. "I must go. I have new servants to interview in the morning." "No, Heather," Cameron implored, grasping her hand. "Don't go. Spend the night in my bed, making love, and then I shall hold you." Heather laughed at him. "Your Grace, I never spend the night in bed, and I am not a woman who allows herself to be held. I never fall in love." She was out the door, and Cameron suddenly grinned evilly. He would make her change her mind. Idylls of the Lady Ch. 7 Heather smiled at the two young people the next morning as she swept into the parlor where they waited, both in clean but faded clothing. "Good morning. I am Lady Heather Westbrook. You are?" "Good mornin, ma'am," said the young man. "I am William Franklin, and this is my fiancée, Renee St. Claire." "She is French, I assume," said Heather. The young lady smiled. "Oui," she said softly. "She doesn't speak much English, milady, but she's a hard worker. As am I." "Very well. William, you will work in the stables. Renee, you can work in the kitchen." A few hours later, at dusk, Heather decided to take her horse, Blossom, out for a night ride. She dressers in her riding habit and headed for the stables. Once in the stable, she heard what sounded like heavy breathing and inarticulate moans. She followed the sounds and found her two new servants fucking on the dirt floor! "Well, well. How cozy," Heather said. Both William and Renee jumped and Heather smiled as William's cock slipped from Renee's pussy. Renee hurriedly covered herself with her dress and William shielded his cock with his hands. "Don't be embarrassed on my account," Heather said. "We are so sorry, milady. It's just -- we were virgins and we couldn't wait much longer until our wedding. Renee and I have wanted to --" "Fuck?" Heather supplied. William blushed, and replied, "Yes, milady." "I won't fire you, if you do what I say." She stepped over to Renee and got on the floor and pulled Renee's dress away from her. She put her head between Renee's legs and began licking her pussy. Renee was moaning and grasped Heather's head with her hands, pulling it closer to her cunt and writhing as Heather's tongue lashed her wet pussy. "OH, yes, Miss Heather, it feels magnifique!" Renee cried in heavily accented English. "Oh, yes, Miss Heather, lick Renee's cunt!" William said, fisting his hard cock. Renee climaxed and Heather turned to William. "Now you will fuck me, and Renee will watch." William looked uncertainly at his fiancee, spent and lying on the floor. "Of course, Miss Heather." Heather yanked up her skirts and petticoats, and William ripped at the opening of her pantaloons. Then he thrust his raging cock into her wet cunt. "Oh, God, Miss Heather! Your cunt is so wonderful! I'm going to fuck the hell out of your sweet little cunt!" He pushed her up against the wall and fucked her senseless. "OH, GODDDDDDDDD, MISS HEATHER!!! I'M GOING TO CUM!!! FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!" Renee watched with rapture as her fiance fucked their employer with his hard cock. Heather moaned as he continued ramming her hot cunt and knew he was about to spew his load. She began to cum. "OH, FUCK!! WILLIAM, I'M CUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIINGGG!" Heather came on William's cock as he shot his load deep in her pussy. She smiled sweely at the couple and left the stables, after her skirts were down. She peeked a few moments later and saw Renee cleaning William's cock by sucking it. Heather wondered if the little slut like the taste of her fiance's cum and Heather's juices together. Idylls of the Lady Ch. 8 One week after the incident with the servants, and no fucking in the meantime, Heather was wondering what it would take to get William interested again, when James announced a visitor from the parlor doorway. "Miss Heather, you have a visitor. A Lord Cameron Northleigh." Heather rose, smoothing the skirt of her yellow silk gown. "Show him in." Cameron entered the parlor after James, and then James left, pulling the doors shut. "Good morning, Heather," Cameron said, as he sat down. "Good morning, Cameron. Would you care for some tea?" Heather asked. "Thank you," he said, and Heather handed him a delicate teacup as he helped himself to a scone. "what do I owe the honor?" Heather asked as Cameron sipped his tea. He smiled and said, "Heather, I believe I heard you say when you left my bedchamber that night that you never fall in love." Heather shrugged. "What I said was true, your Grace." Cameron laughed. "I can make you change your mind, my sweet." "I sincerely doubt that." "If someone were to woo you, pursue you, and admit he were head over heels in love with you, you wouldn't change your mind?" Heather thought for a moment. It wasn't likely to happen, so . . . "No." Cameron pulled Heather to her feet and swept her into his arms for a long, hard kiss. Heather felt her knees buckle as Cameron held her and she almost fell to the floor when the kiss ended. Cameron looked amused. "Why, Heather, I do believe you are blushing." He pulled her into his arms and sat down with her in his lap. "Now, my darling, give me your hand." Heather did, and Cameron placed it on his crotch. Heather felt his hard cock through his breeches. "Do you feel that?" Cameron asked. Heather nodded silently. "Can you see what being near you does to me? I believe that you know what to do about this, Heather. Don't you?" Instead of answering, Heather ripped at the fastening of Cameron's breeches. His cock sprang free, and in the bright sunlight from the window, it looked larger than it had in candlelight. She pulled up her skirts and laid back and let Cameron mount her. He thrust his raging cock into her cunt and began fucking her with unimaginable force. "Oh, yes, Cameron! Fuck me! Fuck me had!" Cameron drove his cock into Heather's sweet little pussy furiously. He was going to change her mind, he thought, still pumping his cock into her cunt. God, how he loved her sweet cunt. And how he so loved the little vixen. Heather began bouncing her hips up to meet his. Cameron groaned as Heather moaned. "OHHHHHHHH, SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Cameron yelled. "I'M CUMMING, HEATHER! I'M CUUMMMMMING, MY LOVE!" "OHHHHHHHH, YEEEESSSSSSSSSS, MY DARLING! CUM IN ME! I"M GOING TO CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Heather shouted. Cameron smiled to himself at Heather's words as he pumped his seed into her spasming cunt. The he sat up and smiled at Heather knowingly. "Heather, you do realize that you called me your darling, don't you?" Heather went pale and then Cameron leaned down and licked her pussy, sending her into another orgasm. He dressed, then sent Heather a sardonic smile. "I'll see you soon, my sweet. And I will make you change your mind." Heather glared at the door as it slammed shut behind him. Idylls of the Lady Ch. 9 The next morning, there was a knock at the door. Heather decided to open it herself, since she was passing through the front hall. Heather gaped as she saw Cameron standing there. He was groomed impeccably and held a small bouquet of asters -- a sign of love. "Good morning, milady," he said, bowing low. "Good morning, milord," she returned, dropping into a curtsy. She'd play his little game. He handed her the bouquet and said, "Heather, would you like to go for a ride?" He indicated his chestnut stallion and its mate, a pretty dappled grey mare. "I'd love to," she answered, and went upstairs to change into her riding habit. They set off moments later and happened upon a little stream that splashed over rocks and was in a tree-shaded meadow. Cameron dismounted and helped Heather down and then led her to a shaded patch beneath a weeping willow tree. He laid her back on the soft grass and gently stroked her hair from her face. "Heather, you are so lovely," he said, with a gentle smile. Heather was stunned. She didn't know quite waht to make of this. Cameron let his hand travel to the buttons on the front of her habit and undid them, one by one, then caressed a tit through the lace of her chemise. Then he eased it down and took her nipple in his mouth. Heather moaned and twined her fingers in his hair. "Fuck me, Cameron!" He lifted his head. "Not today, my love." Heather sat bolt upright, glaring, and suddenly her stomach began rolling. "Oh, God," she whispered, then began retching. Cameron held her when she stopped retching. "You are pale. Have you eaten?" "No, I'm wasn't hungry." Cameron got up and pulled a crust of bread and a chunk of cheese from his saddlebag and handed it to her. Heather tried to eat, but threw it right back up. Cameron was grinning. Heather snapped, "I can't think what is amusing about my being ill, Cameron." "You are not ill, my love. I know these signs. You are going to have my baby!" Heather went pale then felt her heart twist. How could she tell him it might not be his baby she was having?