The Adventures of Lady Harpur [Lady Harpur II]
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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: The Victorian Erotic Classic Continues! In Volume Two of her enthralling adventures, the wealthy, aged Lady Harpur describes her young womanhood amid the rakes and rogues of the upper-class Victorian world. However, sanctimonious and puritanical the appeared on the outside, the men and women of the period made love in and outside of marriage, and lied about it, as often as they do today. Read about the seductive and erotic techniques of a misunderstood generation. Find out what really went on behind their closed parlor and bedroom doors! Known to her friends as Queenie, Lady Harper was the daughter of a rich plantation owner in the West Indies. There, the passions are as torrid as the Trade Winds. Eventually Queenie will be kidnapped and ravished by pirates, survive a shipwreck, and come into wealth and title when she meets, beds and weds Lord Harpur. Volume I details her youth and first love affairs.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler-, 2003
eBookwise Release Date: December 2004
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [181 KB]
Reading time: 123-172 min.
Passing over for the present the events immediately succeeding our landing, behold me, settled in Government House, the favoured guest of the respected governor, and the chosen companion of his only daughter.
My rooms are luxuriously fitted out in the cheeriest part of the building; I have almost a little suite to myself; a comfortable bedchamber, with a commodious bathroom adjoining, and the snuggest possible little boudoir opening through a verandah on to a portion of the grounds especially set apart for my enjoyment and supervision.
For attendants, I have my own maid Zilla and an intelligent black boy, called Davy, to work the grounds and run errands.
The old gentleman himself pays me every attention and visits me often on the sly; in public he is most circumspect, yet always exceedingly kind and indulgent.
I have grown very fond of him, and do everything in my power to please and gratify him.
Blanche and I are very good friends; we read and work together and receive joint instruction from various masters.
I am not sure whether she is fully aware of the connection between her father and me, but if she is, she takes no notice of it, wisely judging that it is at all events better for her than if he married again. In due course, letters were received from my father, thanking the governor for his attention to me and gladly consenting to our present arrangements.
Carlo obtained from the English government the pardon he sought, together with a substantial reward; and being found efficient as a seaman and a navigator, he was appointed captain of the good old ship Cammarilla.
Good tidings also awaited our Sporio: the governor heard from the British envoy to the court of Tuscany, not only confirming the account he had given of his family, but announcing that his brothers were dead, and that he was the sole heir to the title and estates of the Lambertini.
Sporio, now Count Lambertini, heard himself from the family lawyer, informing him of the same event and placing a large sum of money at his disposal.
One of his first acts, was to offer me his hand and fortune; but I was not then inclined to marry, for having youth, position and independent means I loved my present freedom too well; besides, I thought that among the proud nobles of Italy, the irregularity of my birth would surely be cast in my teeth; so I declined his generous offer in the kindest manner and with many expressions of esteem and affection; at the same time I advised him to turn his thoughts to Blanche, who was more suited to him by birth and connection, and I know loved him very dearly.
He took my advice and having proposed for Miss Stanhope was accepted by both father and daughter and after a marriage celebrated with musical eclat, Blanche set sail for Italy as the Countess Lambertini.
Having thus satisfactorily disposed of our chief dramatis personae, let me return to my humble self, and my protector, the old governor, Sir Charles Stanhope.
To arrest scandal he went through some legal procedure adopting me as his child; and having made a settlement he prevailed on me to assume his name. in consequence, I was everywhere well received, had great court paid to me and no end of suitors.
But now I must explain our private arrangements. He had a concealed entrance to my rooms of which even the servants were ignorant. In my bathroom was a press for hanging towels; it had a movable back, which also formed the back of a similar press in the room at the other side, which was furnished as a spare room but was never occupied.
His practice was to retire early in the night, pleading in excuse his advancing years, for though not yet sixty, and hale and hearty for that, yet his grey hair made him look much older.
My boudoir was my favourite place for working and reading, and I avowedly devoted my evenings to study. So when the house was quiet, and my doors and windows well secured, the governor was able without attracting notice to visit his fair Rosamund, as he loved to call me.
Then in the full light of brilliant lamps I would strip for him, and take out and fondle into life his soft and attenuated prick, while I read aloud some luscious work or related some amorous tale. But nothing so thoroughly pleased and excited him as hearing me describe my own fucking adventures; and he was always begging me to get myself fucked as often as possible, and as soon after as I could, even while my cunt was still saturated with the spunk which had been poured into it, to give him the fullest details; then he would examine my inflamed quim, sniff up the salty odour and lick its moistened lips.
On one typical occasion, the governor was lying on a wide comfortable sofa opposite a large mirror; I was leaning back by his side in such a position as to afford him a full view in the glass of my cunt and bottom. I petted and frigged his slowly stiffening prick, and he titillated my excited orifice, watching its appearance in the glass, while he asked me for the latest news.
"Well, Queenie, my pet, have you anything to tell me tonight? Did you succeed with James our English coachman? He seems a safe kind of man, amorously disposed. I was glad to see you coming this evening from the stables.'
"I did, my Charlie' (his pet name in private)?"