The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance by Alison Shaw

of his chair leaned towards him, her plump
pink lips pouting. “How about a kiss?”
    He gently
gripped her chin and pushed her backwards. “No Daisy,” he said
firmly. “You mustn’t touch me, I’m only here to watch. Johnson’s
going to fuck you.”
    “I could do you
both,” she whined, but Johnson grabbed hold of her arm and pulling
her across the room, pushed her down onto the bed.
    “Oh well,” she
sighed coquettishly at Johnson. “I guess I could make do with just
you.”
    “Little bitch,”
Johnson muttered and then slammed his mouth down on hers. Daisy
immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth
to him, noisily moaning as Johnson devoured her.
    Rafe sat back
in his chair and got comfortable. He was going to enjoy this.
     
     
    Johnson soon
had his face buried between Daisy’s legs and she was writhing and
moaning and gripping his hair, clearly in such a heightened state
of ecstasy she barely knew what she was doing. Johnson was still
dressed, although he had taken his jacket off and rolled up his
shirtsleeves. He was on his knees with his arse stuck up in the air
and the tight fabric of his breeches stretched across his muscular
cheeks as his head bobbed between Daisy’s legs.
    Up until now,
Rafe had resisted touching himself. He had merely sat back in his
chair and sipped on his whisky while Johnson and Daisy had sucked
each other’s faces off. But once Johnson had started to strip Daisy
naked, his aching cock had become increasingly desperate for
attention, especially when Daisy’s big tits were finally revealed
and Johnson squeezed them in his strong hands and then sucked
noisily on the pink nipples. Daisy had thrown her head back and
moaned loudly as Johnson had bitten and slurped and licked his way
around both distended buds. Then Daisy had thrust her hand in his
hair and pushed his head downwards and Johnson had eventually ended
up buried in her hairy slit, his tongue lapping up her juices.
    That was when
Rafe gave in and laid his hand on his prick. He knew too well how
good Johnson was with his mouth and tongue, and if the desperate
pants and cries coming from Daisy were anything to go by, he was as
skilled at licking out pussy than he was at sucking cock. Rafe
stroked his growing bulge as Johnson shoved two fingers inside
Daisy’s clasping cunt and continue to lick her while he thrust in
and out of her, so fast she was coming in seconds, almost pulling
his hair from his scalp and arching her back as she screamed.
    Johnson pulled
his face from Daisy’s satisfied muff and turned round to grin at
Rafe. His lips and chin were slick with cream, and he looked so
sexy, Rafe’s cock gave a great surge under his hand.
    “Fucking
delicious,” Johnson said as he licked his fingers. “Tastes like
clotted cream.”
    “Take your
clothes off,” Rafe just about managed to say through a fog of
lust.
    Johnson grinned
again and standing up, slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, not
taking his eyes of Rafe or losing the cocky grin on his face.
    “You like to
look at me naked, don’t you?” he said. “You like it almost as much
as looking at a naked woman.”
    “More
sometimes,” Rafe growled as Johnson pulled off his shirt, revealing
his broad chest and the line of hair that trailed over tight
abdominal muscles and towards the yet to be revealed wonder in his
breeches. Rafe’s mouth was watering as Johnson undid his
breeches.
    Daisy, who had
been lying totally spent on the bed roused herself, and sat up to
watch Johnson pull his breeches down. As his arse was revealed, she
stared at it and sighed, “God, I’m a lucky girl.”
    “You certainly
are,” agreed Rafe. “Now what’s he going to do to you next? Ram his
cock up you? Or are you going to suck him off?”
    Daisy opened
her mouth to speak but Johnson clearly had other plans. Turning
round to face her, he roughly grabbed the tops of hers arms and
spun her around so she was pressed face down on the bed.
    “Keep that