Marchwood Ch. 02: The Grand Tour

He let himself in by the back door. To his surprise the kitchen was empty. Perhaps Rosa was upstairs cleaning. He listened out to see if he could hear her and to his surprise there was no sound of her moving about. He made his way gingerly up the stairs, his bedroom door was open just a crack and he peered through to see if Rosa was inside. To his amazement she was but she was not engaged in dusting the room or sweeping the floor as he had expected. Instead the cook was laid on her back on his bed reading the book which he had carelessly left on his bedside table. What was more, Rosa had her skirt bunched around her waist and as she eagerly devoured the contents of the novel her fingers were busily rubbing between her legs. Marchwood admired the thick dark bush of hair which was just visible and into which Rosa's fingers were sunk deeply, frantically caressing her most intimate parts. Marchwood paused outside the door, hardly daring to take a breath. He continued to watch in wonder as his servant carelessly masturbated herself while following the bawdy tale which he himself had enjoyed the previous evening.

Marchwood could feel himself becoming more aroused at the scene which was unfolding before him. He was tempted to creep away and say no ore about the incident. After all, Rosa had really done no harm, apart from betraying his trust. However, it occurred to him that he might use the event to his advantage. After enjoying the view for a few more minutes he could sense that Rosa was not far from bringing herself to a climax. With a shout he threw back the door and stepped into the room. Rosa screamed in shock and fear, dropping the book on the bed and attempting to pull down her skirts as she stood up.

"Ah signore, mi dispiace, mi dispiace. Per favore non essere arrabbiato," she pleaded begging him to not be angry with her.

In his broken Italian Marchwood explained that he did not intend to dismiss her but that she should resume reading the book but aloud. Rosa was extremely reluctant but when it was clear that her only options were to read to her employer or face dismissal she finally sat on the bed and picked up the book continuing from where she had left off.

"The two monks seized the nun's arms and pulled her so she was bent over the altar. The Mother Superior took hold of the hem of her robe and pulled it up tucking it into the cord at her waist and exposing a delicious pair of creamy buttocks. 'My lord bishop the postulant is ready for her initiation. Shall I make the final preparation?' she asked. The bishop replied in the affirmative and taking a large pot of a greasy substance the Mother Superior coated her finger and pushed it firmly into the the novice's tight back passage. The girl squealed as her virgin arsehole was invaded by the older nun's probing digit. 'Oh reverend father please spare me,' she cried.

At this Marchwood who had taken a seat on the bed beside Rosa gently pushed back her skirt exposing her plump olive skinned thighs. Rosa protested but Marchwood insisted she continue with her reading. Reluctantly she found her place on the page as Marchwood fingers gently caressed her thighs.

"The Bishop ignored the girl's protests and took up position behind her. He pulled up his crimson cassock exposing an enormous tool surmounted by a mushroom shaped head, which exactly matched his vestments. The Mother Superior stepped forward and taking some more of the grease liberally lubricated his tumescent pole. Then she guided his huge phallus until it rested against the dark rosette of the girl's rear entrance. 'Oh no spare me I implore you,' cried the reluctant postulant but to no avail. At that moment the Bishop sheathed his huge lance deeply into the poor novice's fundament, causing her to groan in pain as her virgin anus was stretched further than she thought possible."

At this point in the narrative Marchwood's fingers reached the edge of the dark forest which adorned Rosa's Mons Venus. She gasped in surprise as his finger delved into the thicket and caressed the plump lips of her vulva. Marchwood urged her to continue her recitation and with some hesitancy she did so.

"Now the bishop began to rock back and forth impaling the poor girl's bottom with each thrust. The two monks had pulled out their own tools and were frigging themselves with great abandon while the Bishop's Chaplain had the Mother Superior on her hands and knees and was entering her from behind."

Marchwood could feel a wetness spreading through Rosa's secret passage and flooding his fingers. He spread the liquid nectar that was now leaking copiously over her plump nether lips and across the swollen bud of her clitoris. Rosa hesitated in her recitation and uttered a small moan as Marchwood began to fondle the tiny organ sending ripples of pleasure through her loins.

"The novice could feel the Bishop's mighty pole repeatedly invading her bottom. It was on fire but somehow the pain was also pleasurable. One of the monks pointed his throbbing penis at her face and suddenly a jet of hot seed burst from its tip spattering her with hot creamy liquid. The other monk had crossed to Mother Superior who was still being vigorously buggered by the Chaplain and he pushed his massive organ into her mouth almost immediately jetting his come into the back or her throat. Oh signor I am going to..... She climaxed almost immediately and the contraction of her anus around the Chaplain's prick caused him to empty his load into her bowels. Oh signor...... Finally the Bishop grunted in delirium..... ooooh..... as his huge prick delivered it liquid offering.... eeeh...... completing the young nun's initiation."

If there was more to read Rosa could not do so and she began to frantically thrust up her hips against Marchwood's finger which was mercilessly strumming her clit while two fingers of his other hand invaded her cunt. Her cries became whimpers and then rose higher as she reached her peak and climaxed thrashing from side to side until she could take no more.

Suddenly she came to her senses realising the vulnerable position she now found herself in.

"Oh please excuse me sir. I must go and cook the dinner," implored Rosa in Italian.

"Not so quickly," responded Marchwood. "I have a proposition for you. You may stay on as my cook and I will double your wages but in return I will require some extra services."

Rosa's eyes lit up when he mentioned a doubling of her wages but a look of fear crossed her face when she comprehended what she might need to do to earn them.

"Oh signore, I cannot risk having any more children. I can hardly feed the ones I have already," she wailed.

"Fear not," said Marchwood. "I have no intention of giving you another child but you will have to satisfy my needs. I also require a model for my painting and sketching. Are you willing to pose without clothes?"

"Oh signore, I am just a poor widow," Rosa implored. "This is asking too much. I am so sorry for looking at your book. Please do not be angry."

"I am not angry and we can forget the whole incident," Marchwood said calmly, "but I need to know if you are prepared to submit to my requirements if I double your wages."

"And you promise not to get me with child," Rosa insisted.

When Rosa had at last reluctantly acceded to his demands Marchwood took hold of Rosa's hand and pulled her to her feet he crossed to the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down then motioned Rosa to kneel beside him. Hesitantly she obeyed with a look of anticipation in her eyes.

"Now Rosa I am sure you will agree I have given you a pleasurable experience. Now it is your duty to return the favour. Do you think you can do that?"

"Oh si signore, but just with my hand," Rosa insisted, "no baby remember."

"Marchwood then unbuttoned his trousers. His cock was throbbing with desire from his encounter with the servant woman and he was longing for release. He pulled it forth from its lair and it sprang to attention. Rosa looked at the rampant phallus in wonderment.

"Oh signore è molto grande," she gasped.

Marchwood took her hand and laid it on his pulsating cock. Rosa knew what she had to do. The promise of a doubling of her wages was too tempting and besides the Inglese lord even seemed willing to abstain from fucking her. She grasped her master's rampant prick and slowly began to pull the foreskin back and forth. Marchwood grunted in pleasure as he settled back in the chair, bringing into his mind the images conjured up by the saucy tale Rosa had just read for him. The image of the fat bishop sinking his greasy prick into the bottom of the virgin novice was simply too delicious and his cock gave a little jolt as Rosa gently frigged it. Rosa's insistent rubbing and a flood of images of debauched nuns and prelates quickly brought him to an intense climax and his tool exploded with a huge spurt spattering Rosa's dress with hot cream, then again and again a series of lesser afterbursts as Rosa milked every last ounce of fluid from his balls.

Chapter 5: Marchwood's new model

Marchwood had established a studio for himself on the top floor of the house. A large attic room occupied the whole space and was well lit with skylights. He had set up his easel and paints with a table for drawing. There was one thing lacking, a life model. Ever since his former maid Sarah had left to get married, he had been unable to find a female model who possessed exactly the qualities he was looking for. Marchwood was an admirer of the old masters such as Titian and Tintoretto. He particularly loved their pictures of plump nude ladies and sought to emulate their style in his own work. He had an excellent collection of paintings and drawings of Sarah and some of his artistic friends had even encouraged him to exhibit the finest specimens at the Royal Academy. However, the loss of Sarah and his subsequent divorce had left him out of sorts and he seemed unable to regain his artistic flair.

The advent of Rosa suddenly opened up a whole new prospect which excited him. That morning he sent Beppe off on an errand and rang the bell summoning Rosa. She came into the drawing room nervously wiping her hands on her apron.

"Buona sera signore," she said.

"Good morning Rosa," Marchwood began. "You may recall we discussed you undertaking some additional duties in return for a doubling of your wages."

Rosa nodded timorously.

"I would like you to be my model, for my painting. Do you understand?"

Marchwood was struggling to communicate in his limited Italian.

"Ah si signore, capisco." Rosa replied to his relief.

"You understand that you will need to be nude," Marchwood explained.

"Ooh! Senza vestiti," squealed Rosa all at once intuiting what he meant.

"Naturalmente," Marchwood replied. "Now I want you to go to the attic and take off all your clothes and wait for me."

Rosa began to raise all sorts of objections, until at last Marchwood made it clear that his offer of a doubling of her wages was contingent on her undertaking her new duties. With much reluctance Rosa slipped away and ascended the stairs.

Marchwood waited impatiently for five minutes and then ascended the stairs. He opened the attic door and found Rosa seated on the couch with a drape wrapped around her shoulders.

"Oh signore, fa molto freddo," Rosa said complaining about the cold.

Fortunately Beppe had laid a good fire in the grate and Marchwood found some matches and soon had a roaring blaze.

Marchwood allowed Rosa to retain the drape while he busied himself with finding some cartridge paper and sharpening a couple of pencils. The room was starting to warm a little so he suggested that Rosa remove the drape and assume a pose on the couch.

With much reluctance Rosa slowly allowed the drape to fall to the floor. Machwood was for a moment stunned. For a woman who had borne five children Rosa had a magnificent figure, although she had that delightful plumpness characteristic of many Italian mamas. Marchwood was particularly taken by the size and firmness of her breasts. Her skin was of a light olive hue typical on many Southern Italians and Marchwood was later to learn that she had inherited her dusky complexion from her Sicilian father. Roving across her body Machwood admired the plump pillars of her thighs and the luxuriant and dense thatch of dark hair on her pubis which extended well up her belly.

Rosa sat rather awkwardly, uncertain about how to arrange herself. Marchwood suggested that she lie on her side with her back to him while resting on one elbow rather in the manner of Ingres' Grande Odalisque, a painting he much admired. Rosa turned to assume the pose, allowing him another view of her broad back and the huge hillocks of her buttocks. Rosa certainly had a much fuller figure than the Odalisque but this was no detriment in Marchwood's eyes.

Marchwood sketched furiously for about an hour, discarding several earlier versions before he found the right lines. He could feel his creative fires burning fiercely for the first time in months and at last he was inspired enough to consider undertaking some serious painting. Marchwood would have liked to resume his dalliance with Rosa of the previous day but he knew that Beppe would be likely to return shortly. Somehow Beppe contrived to know all his master's secrets, although he never betrayed his confidence. However, on this occasion Marchwood hoped he could keep the nature of his relationship with the cook a secret from his wily valet for at least a little longer. Marchwood accordingly suggested to Rosa that she get dressed and resume her duties in the kitchen.

"Does signore not want me to ......." said Rosa indicating what she left unsaid with a slight shake of her hand.

"Perhaps tomorrow," replied Marchwood encouraged that his cook was beginning to understand the requirements of her new duties.

That afternoon Marchwood set out to re-visit the Jew's bookshop. He spent some time browsing the ordinary books in the outer part of the shop, anxious to ensure that the private room at the rear had been vacated by any customers. To his surprise after a few minutes a priest came rushing out of the room his large black hat pulled down over his face as he scurried from the shop.

"The private collection is now free for you to peruse," the shopkeeper murmured to Marchwood, clearly remembering him from his previous visit. "We have a new edition in English, signore, which you may wish to inspect."

The Jew took him through to the back room and handed him a slim volume bound in red leather. Marchwood opened the first page and inspected the title 'The Lustful Turk'. He quickly flicked through the pages and was immediately attracted by the layout of the story, which consisted of a series of letters from a beautiful young woman who had been captured by the lustful Turk in question and subjected to a variety of atrocious acts. Marchwood immediately decide he must have the volume and asked the proprietor to wrap it in brown paper before paying for it and taking it home.

The next day Marchwood once again insisted on Rosa posing for him but after a short time sketching he became distracted.

"Rosa, I know that you enjoyed reading my book the other day," Marchwood said. "I have just purchased another which is not dissimilar. As it is in English I wonder whether I might translate a little for you. It is called 'The Lustful Turk' or 'Il Turco Lussuriosi' in Italian"

Rosa acceded to his request and lay demurely on the couch while Marchwood explained the background to the tale and how the young woman had been captured and enslaved by the wicked Bey. He sat down beside her and began to translate one of the letters. In it Emily describes to her friend how she was ravished by the brutal Dey losing her maidenhead but then subsequently starts to enjoy his lovemaking until the Dey inisists on taking her second virginity and sodomises her which causes Emily to swoon away.

As the tale progressed Marchwood reached out and began to fondle his naked servant. To his surprise she did not object and when he reached the description of the Bey forcing the helpless Emily to accept the intrusion of his weapon into her most secret orifice his fingers were slipping deep into Rosa's well forested cunt from which were welling a profusion of liquid secretions.

Sensing that Rosa was enjoying the story and the stimulation of her moist channel, Marchwood placed the book gently on the floor and pushed Rosa back on the couch. For a moment she feared that overcome by lust her master might be planning to ravish her, perhaps even in the same manner as the lustful Turk in the story. However, her fears were unfounded for instead the English lord bent his head and began to explore the region between her legs. His nimble tongue stroked across her plump thighs and then began to probe the dense thicket of pubes which guarded her secret place. His tongue delved into the dark valley at its centre and began to lick the seeping nectar from her aching cunny. It had been so long since dear Mario had passed and she had missed the pleasure of a man. This Englishman certainly seemed to know how to pleasure a woman and was paying her handsomely for the privilege.

Marchwood began to push his tongue deep into Rosa's moist cavern; she moaned in pleasure as she felt herself penetrated by his nimble organ. Then he found her throbbing clitoris, which had been awakened by his probing fingers so recently. Now his tongue circled the hooded nub until it emerged swollen to allow him to gently suck on it and circle it again with his tongue. Soon Marchwood had two fingers pushed deep into her pussy while his tongue continued to bathe her clit in waves of pleasure. Rosa imagined him as the lustful Turk and herself as his helpless slave being prepared for ravishment.

Suddenly Rosa felt his fingers again. They had slipped from her fica and seemed to be pushing against her culo. Had the Englishman simply missed his target but no he was insistently pressing against her culo, her secret back entrance and there one of his fingers was now pressed up to the knuckle inside her back passage. Rosa felt simultaneous excitement and fear. She had not expected this but it was certainly thrilling.

Marchwood continued to lash Rosa's cunt and clit with his tongue and was delighted that she had not reacted with horror or disgust when he had tentatively pushed a finger up into her anus. He remembered Martine's horrified reaction to this in Geneva and was pleased that thus far Rosa had complied with his demands. He began to gently thrust his finger deeper exploring the silky inner lining of her rectum while his tongue alternately invaded her liquid pussy and lapped at her clitoris.

Rosa moaned in ecstasy as Marchwood pleasured her in a way she had never experienced with Mario. He was driving her to the peak of delirium so wave after wave of pleasure washed though her, taking her nearer and nearer to the pinnacle until with a loud scream she climaxed violently bucking her hips into Marchwood's face and writhing as his finger plunged deep into her tight back passage.

Marchwood allowed Rosa to rest for a few moment following this climactic denoument. This allowed him to once more admire the plump contours of her physique, especially those fine spreading mammaries surmounted by huge brownish teats.

After resting this for a few moments Rosa seemed to realise that her employer might require some repayment and sat up abruptly. She gently indicated to Marchwood that he should lie back on the couch so she could reciprocate his pleasuring, to which he gladly acceded. This time it was Rosa who reached into his trousers and pulled forth his rampant tool. She began to gently stroke his tumescent prick bringing it to its maximum hardness. Desiring the feel of her lips on his cock for the first time Marchwood guided her head towards the pink plum of his cock head.