The traffic in Knightsbridge was heavy but, for once,
Lady Jane Rayne didn't mind. Normally
the delay would have got on her nerves for every moment lost meant less with
her lover, Erik Haabstrom. And those
moments were very precious. Under
previous circumstances they had to be rationed because absolute discretion was
the very essence of any affair.
Today, however, it was different. What was more, thought Lady Jane joyously, it
will be different for months to come. No
longer will it be the case of the odd stolen hour in an afternoon. I can stay a whole night with him if I
like! Yes ... with Sir George Rayne out
of the way, on a business assignment of at least three months in the Far East,
life was going to be quite different.
And quite wonderful! At long last
she was truly going to be mistress of Pacton Hall and come and go as she
Her young step-daughter Victoria was a minor irritant who
would have to be watched, and possibly fobbed off with excuses for absence, but
nothing more. My God, thought Lady Jane,
that girl has been the bane of my life.
So cheeky and rude, knowing she could get away with anything because Sir
George doted on her. The little bitch,
with her snide remarks, had many times made her yearn to put her across her
knee and smack her bottom hard. Even if
she was eighteen. That was the kind of
treatment which would do her no harm at all.
Still, this was no time to concern herself with her. The taxi was turning into Belgravia. Soon she would be in the flat, in Erik's
arms. His body would be hers to
enjoy. Lady Jane Rayne pressed her
thighs more closely together! Oh, how
she wanted him! Wanted that big,
muscular body; wanted the powerful root of his manhood. He sent her wild, like few men had ever done.
Certainly not her husband.
He, Sir George, though only fifty-five, was virtually a
sexual wreck as far as she was concerned.
Either through former excesses or present drinking, or both. Needless to say, she had not married him
three years before for love or sex, but for money and a title. Those were things which were rarely come by
with her kind of background. So they
were all the more prized and closely guarded.
She hadn't minded admitting to herself, right from the outset, that she
had no intention of being faithful to Sir George. She would take affairs as and when they came
along. Provided she could do so in
Unfortunately, things had not turned out quite so simple
as she had expected. Sir George was more
possessive than she would have wished and there was the constant prying of his
young daughter, Victoria, to watch out for.
Still, somehow, she had managed over the years. Often satisfactorily, sometimes
shamingly. Until Erik Haabstrom, who had
arrived on the scene some three months previously. He had turned out to be the lover who could
give her exactly the kind of sexual satisfaction she needed. And, at twenty-eight, a woman's needs could
be very great.
Lady Jane realised, of course, she had what was sometimes
called a 'kept man'. That is to say, she
had found the flat, paid all the bills, and even gave him quite expensive
presents from time to time. Still, what
did that matter if she got what she wanted ... and had sufficient money to pay
for it? Sometimes it gave her quite a
sense of power to think of Erik as her sex slave ... even though there was no
doubt of his domination when they were in bed.
The taxi pulled up in a pleasant crescent at the rear of
an Edwardian-style block of flats. Lady
Jane Rayne paid the driver and then, keeping her head down, hurried into the
apartment block. Another hour of
unrestrained bliss lay ahead. Then she
laughed. No, not just an hour ...
several hours if you like. Possibly all
It was so difficult to get used to thinking differently
now that Sir George had at last gone off to the other side of the world.
Erik Haabstrom lay naked on top of the bed, sipping a
brandy from a crystal-cut glass and reading a sex magazine. Some of the naked dollies displayed turned
him on quite a bit. Especially the young
ones - more especially if they were blonde.
Like Vickie. Just his type. She had everything he desired body-wise and
she had spirit. A girl with a cutting
edge to her. Not like that jelly of a
step-mother of hers. Selfish, gutless,
over-demanding. Erik grinned. Not only did she think she had 'bought' him,
she imagined she had won his undying devotion.
He glanced at his watch. It
wouldn't be long now. Not long before
she arrived to get what she ached for.
Erik yawned. Still, it also
wouldn't be all that long before all that was over.
Mark you, he reflected, not that Jane hadn't got an
excellent shape on her. She was a woman
many men would have delighted in having.
It was just that she was so overweening, so arrogant with it. Probably it had a lot to do with the
circumstances of their relationship. He
liked to be the one in charge ... not some sort of hired lackey.
Not that he could really complain, of course. Plenty of ease and comfort, adequate funds
... and some ripe female flesh to sport with ever and anon. No, it hadn't been at all bad. But with Vickie it was going to be a deal
better, he felt sure.
Erik looked at his watch again, then got lazily off the
bed. He unlocked a cupboard in one
corner and flipped on two switches. One
operated a tape recorder, the other a series of cameras which were
inconspicuously focussed into the bedroom.
All was set for another afternoon of recorded
Lady Jane opened the door of the flat with her own key.
"It's me, Erik ..." she called out.
Who else? thought the Norwegian, lolling on the bed.
"Hallo, darling," he said as Lady Jane came
gaily into the room. Thank God I won't
have to pander to her much longer, he reflected.
"Oh ... you marvellous man ... you're all ready for
"Couldn't be readier," said Erik.
"That's not exactly true," smiled Lady
Jane. She bent down and brushed her lips
on his flaccid organ. It looked big and
solid even when relaxed. Oh how
marvellous it was to have such a man!
She began to undress immediately, and Erik watched her
idly. Yes ... despite the fact that he
disliked her manner, and her personality, he had to admit she was quite some
woman. Her big breasts were still firm,
her waist was slim. He appreciated the
swell of her hindquarters and the long, straight thighs. The flimsy briefs and then the tights came
off and Lady Jane turned and smiled at him possessively.
That was what Erik particularly disliked. The look that said: 'I own you'. Still, there were compensations, as he was
feeling like enjoying a woman.
"Would you like me to suck you first, darling?"
"Sure thing ... if you'd like to ..."
"Oh I would ... I would." No doubt at all she meant it.
Erik lightly caressed the rich brown hair as Lady Jane
went down to him. It was long hair that
swirled down to creamy-white shoulders.
He ran his other hand down the straight back. Many men would indeed envy him at that
moment. Erik relaxed as Lady Jane's lips
and tongue began to stimulate him.
"I want to kiss your balls, darling."
"Do it then ..."
Erik restrained a sigh.
Why did she say such things? Both
of them knew, deep down, that he was there for her enjoyment and she could do
as she wished. They never mentioned it
though. The mouth and tongue changed
direction slightly and Erik looked up at the mirror set in the ceiling above
the bed. Lady Jane was kneeling, her
hindquarters thrusting up. Quite some bottom
that. If she didn't watch her diet soon
it wouldn't be called shapely but plump.
Erik smiled faintly. Little did
dear Lady Jane know what was soon coming to her! Vickie hadn't told him all of her plans, but
enough. His imagination could fill in
the rest. He liked the idea
considerably. That Vickie certainly was
some kiddo. Guts and drive. When she made up her mind about something,
there was no stopping her. A sadist, of
course. Momentarily, he felt sorry for
Lady Jane. All the same, it was about
time she had her comeuppance.
She was going to be a very different woman by the time
Sir George returned!
That was what it was all about of course. She despised the old boy, just wanted his
money and the title. 'Her Ladyship',
indeed! She was as common as dirt, as
Vickie had made plain. A model from
Birmingham who'd learnt fast, changed her accent and her manners, and then
moved quickly into the smart set.
Clever, but it didn't alter what she was. All those airs and graces she tried. It was a laugh really.
Lady Jane had brought him to full erection. Erik lay there, hands behind his head,
enjoying it. She was quite good at
sucking. But he knew she wouldn't go on
much longer. She wanted to feel his
prick inside her.
The wet, warm mouth slipped away, and Erik suddenly found
her fulsome breasts on his face.
"I want to come on top of you, darling ..."
No question of what he wanted, of course. He felt her hand grip the root of his organ,
guiding it. Then suddenly, he was in her
as she lowered her haunches.
"Oh ... oh ... darling ..." came the whimpering gasp.
Nails dug into his shoulders as the haunches began to
rise and fall. Erik was sure the
incessantly turning cameras were getting excellent pictures.
"Mmmmm ... that's lovely ... don't ... don't come
too soon, darling ..."
Erik had to admit to himself that it wasn't half bad,
even though in a sense, he was being used.
"Don't worry," he whispered in the ear
alongside him. He was quite capable of
controlling himself for some time, even if Lady Jane wasn't. He placed both hands on her curvaceous
buttocks, feeling them quivering and quaking under the mounting lust.
"Oh ... ohh ... OHHHH!" gasped Lady Jane suddenly, her bottom jerking
uncontrollably as she reached a climax.
Then she slumped down, panting harshly. She felt very succulent, very good. The first, thought Erik. He'd let her have two more before he let go. That should be in about twenty minutes
time. That should slake her for a
bit. He would have earned his keep.
"Come into me from behind next time," whispered
"Whatever you say," replied Erik, trying to
keep the resignation from his voice.
What the hell's the matter with you, he suddenly asked himself? This beauty's quite some fuck. You should thank your lucky stars. Try and pretend it's young Vickie you're
having. Ah yes, that was an idea.
And, after that thought, it was a lot better. For both of them.
"I could stay the night ..."
It was about an hour later and both of them were still
lying naked on top of the bed.
Oh no you don't, thought Erik. Anyway, Vickie had made plans. Things couldn't be altered.
"That would be fun, wouldn't it?"
"It would, darling, but unfortunately it's just not
on," said Erik with as much regret as he could muster.
Lady Jane's voice was a little sharp as she pushed
herself up on one elbow. There was that
"Because I have prior engagement. That's why ..."
"Not with another woman!" The voice was sharper.
"Of course not, darling," Erik smiled
sweetly. "It's with my
"Oh ... what's wrong?"
But I make a point of having a check-up every six months."
Lady Jane fell silent.
"What a pity," she said after a while. "Still I suppose it makes sense. And there'll be other times." She snuggled her face into Erik's chest. "You see how much I want you, you big
Don't I just, thought Erik. Still, that had been the last time he'd have
to play games with her.
Unless he wanted to.
On his own terms, which would be very different.
"I want you too," he said lazily. "Next time, eh?"
"Mmm ... yes, please ..."
"But you had better be running along now," Erik
patted the soft bottom. Yes, it was a
most excellent bottom. Then he slipped
out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He had to get ahead of Lady Jane. Vickie naturally wanted all the films and
cassettes by late afternoon, before her step-mother returned. Then, for the time being, his job would be
over. He could take that trip to the
South of France which he had been promising himself.
He was glad to see the naked lady Jane still half-dozing
on the bed as he began to dress. It would
probably be an hour before she was ready to leave. Most likely she'd get stuck into the sherry
before she went.
"I've got to go now, darling," he said, bending
over the prostrate figure.
Lady Jane clung to him almost absurd passion. "Oh I can't bear it!" she moaned.
Erik eased her off.
He couldn't bear that kind of sloppy behaviour.
"Ring me soon," he said.
Lady Jane nodded.
"Oh I will ... I will ..."
Oh how little did she know!
Erik went through into two of the adjoining rooms and
removed the films and tapes which had been used that afternoon. Then he put them in a case alongside a pile
of others which had already been packed.
There was all the evidence young Vickie would need to put
her step-mother completely in her power!
As silently and as quickly as he could Erik Haabstrom
left the flat.
Half an hour later he was bombing it up the M.1 towards
Warwickshire. The plan that Vickie had
so cunningly conceived was completed. He
had played his part most adequately, he considered ... and had been amply
rewarded. He wondered if there would be
time for a quick fuck when he got to Pacton Hall.
But then, perhaps Vickie would not be in the mood.
That young lady would have a lot on her mind!