The Nixon Girls Ch. 06

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Eve: Lady Evelyn experiences a change in the Natural Order.
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Part 6 of the 7 part series

Updated 09/30/2022
Created 02/03/2006
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Chapter 6: Eve

It was barely 8:00 a.m. as Paul Haigh drove his window-cleaning van up from the village towards Ashwell Hall. His assistant Gavin barely heard Paul's whispered curse when he saw Lord Gorton's Bentley heading out of the entrance gates as they approached, even worse his Butler/Chauffeur, George Myers was driving him today. That blew any chance of Paul scoring a Christmas Bonus off his Lordship; a pity as he was usually a generous bloke and with George out too, there wouldn't even be a warming brew on offer. The Hall's daily staff of Maggie and Mrs. Dawson wouldn't arrive until 10:00 and whilst Lady Gorton would probably be at home, that snooty bitch wouldn't give you the time of day.

Evelyn Hamilton was locally notorious for her haughty manner and what pissed off Paul and indeed the villagers in general yet further, was that Lady Gorton was actually one of their own. Prior to her marrying Jeremy Hamilton eleven years earlier and overnight acquiring her airs and graces, she'd just been plain Eve Nixon, the younger of Moira Nixon's two daughters. Her mother lived in a cottage just down the lane from Paul's house and you couldn't hope to meet a nicer, more down to earth lady; even Eve's elder sister Jane who was a bloody TV celebrity seemed to be an easy-going, unassuming sort off girl on the odd occasions that he'd met her in the village pub. Paul swore once again; it was a bloody cold day for cleaning windows!

Life was somewhat better for Evelyn Hamilton as she lay between the sheets of her warm and comfortable bed. She was thirty-eight years old but looked ten years younger and despite having borne two children, still possessed a body which most twenty-year olds would envy: 5' 6" tall and an athletic118lbs, with green eyes, a crown of long, thick auburn hair and a pair of seemingly pneumatic 34C breasts. Most of the local lads who'd tried and universally failed to get inside Eve's pants over the years, had thought it a criminal waste when she'd married her employer; a man almost thirty years her senior in Lord Gorton. However, the marriage suited Eve just fine. She now moved in the most exclusive social circles, had her own Mercedes sports-car and a set of credit-cards which were never rejected; best of all, having secured his family name, Sir Jeremy rarely visited the luxurious boudoir in which she was currently reclined.

Whilst Evelyn's sexual preferences had always been for the strictly conservative and indeed fairly infrequent, she certainly didn't consider herself frigid and had recently taken a lover: This relationship too suited Evelyn just perfectly; her occasional bed-mate was Gerald Hindley, Sir Jeremy's Estate Manager; he'd perhaps even more to loose than herself should their liaison become public, thus ensuring that Eve was able to strictly dictate the pattern of these assignations too. Evelyn and Gerald's next tryst had been set for four o'clock that very afternoon, under the guise of an 'Estate Review Meeting' judiciously arranged to coincide with the departure of the household's day-staff and on a day that she'd known that both her husband and his live-in factotum would be away until at least 6:00pm. Even by Evelyn's standards it had been quite some while since their last rendezvous, so she was currently treating herself to a spot of self-indulgent stimulation in anticipation of the pleasures soon to come.

Paul meanwhile was still contemplating what a shit job window cleaning was at this time of the year; his only small consolation being that as he knew under which plant-pot Mrs. Dawson hid the spare kitchen door key, he could at least fill his buckets with hot-water rather than using cold from the outside tap. He gritted his teeth and methodically worked his way around the upper floor windows whilst young Gavin dealt with those at ground level, little realising his day was soon to improve: Evelyn was so engrossed in her self-arousal that she didn't detect the small thud of a ladder hitting her bedroom windowsill, or notice Paul's appearance at the top of it.

Paul could not believe his eyes, her Ladyship was spread-eagled across the bed, gazing sightlessly toward the ceiling; the linen sheets had been kicked down to her ankles and the loose plait of Eve's auburn hair coiled across the white pillow like a bronze snake. This alone would've been arousing, but the hem of Eve's nightgown had been pulled up beyond her waist, to expose firm, shapely and alabaster-white legs, juxtaposed by a neatly trimmed bush which from Paul's viewpoint appeared to flicker like firelight. He was mesmerised by the sight of Eve's fingers raking through the flames and it took several more seconds before he even noticed that Eve's other hand had similarly tugged aside the top of her nightgown revealing a firm full breast, topped with an engorged red nipple that she was manipulating with equal resolution.

Paul continued to stare from his precarious perch for at least a couple of minutes, whilst Lady Evelyn's ministrations gained in fervour by the second; he noticed her hips thrusting skyward with increasing vehemence and such was Paul's concentration, he could even discern the beads of perspiration which sprung up across Eve's brow. Lady Gorton's climax was fast approaching when some sixth-sense finally alerted her to the anonymous presence and shrieking in horror, Eve rolled over to hide her embarrassment whilst frantically re-adjusting her nightgown in an effort to conceal her body. Eve's actions provided Paul with a tantalising but all too brief glimpse of her taut buttocks; before in expectation of Eve's embarrassment rapidly changing to rage, Paul descended rapidly, removed the ladder and beat a hasty retreat around the corner of the house.

Recovering her composure, Eve leapt from the bed and rushed over to the window, only to see her voyeur's back as he disappeared around the corner; she would've failed to recognise him, had she not spotted young Gavin Lowther also watching his retreat with astonishment. It must've been Paul Haigh the window cleaner! Eve's initial thought was to get dressed and go out to confront him, but after only a moment's reflection she realised this would prove counter-productive. Haigh was renowned locally for being a first rate bullshit artist; should he relate the tale of what he'd seen, it would in all likelihood be disbelieved, provided of course, that Eve didn't add any credence to his story by berating him in full view of young Lowther.

No, Eve would bide her time; she would do nothing today, not even this week and probably not even during the next few months, but once Paul Haigh had all but forgotten the incident, she would make him pay big time and also ensure that the bloody oik knew exactly why and by whom, his life had been wrecked. Eve knew that his business relied heavily upon her husband's estate and was fairly certain that he rented his house from the estate too; she was going to destroy him! With that decision made, Eve slammed the curtains closed and returned to her bed, where she dragged her nightgown off completely. Eve knew that she was alone in the house and with all the doors locked, there could be no further interruptions to the unfinished business which by the gnawing ache in Eve's groin, demanded her urgent attention.

Having returned to his appointed task, Paul was waiting in trepidation for the early appearance of a fully dressed and raging Lady Gorton; when she'd not arrived after ten minutes he began to wonder why. Having peered around the corner to find the bedroom curtains were now firmly drawn, Paul managed to convince himself that it was a genuine curiosity at Eve's lack of reaction rather than his raging erection which drove him to investigate further. As he stole furtively back around to the kitchen door; Gavin's enquiry as to what was going on was met with a terse, "Get on with your work and mind your own business!" The lad was further intrigued to see that having slipped through the kitchen's outside door, Paul stealthily crossed the room and disappeared through a further door into the house beyond.

Hearing no movement, Paul crept furtively up the grand staircase and tip-toed in the direction that he perceived Lady Gorton's room to be; having arrived to find the door was opened but a crack, he took an anxious breath and gently teased the gap wider. Paul's breath eased out in relief when the door moved in silence; the gap had reached six-inches before the bed finally came into view and the sight was beyond Paul's wildest expectations. The dirty bitch hadn't come chasing after him because she'd gone straight back to frigging herself; Mrs. Hamilton looked to be on the point of coming once more, only now she was stark bollock naked too! The lads in the pub were never going to believe it!

That thought was repeating itself in Paul's head as he slipped the camera-phone out of his coveralls pocket. Whilst not being the sharpest knife in the box, Paul Haigh was nobody's fool, he knew full well that despite her being in the throes of ecstasy, Lady Eve wouldn't fail to notice the camera's flash. Paul didn't care, he just wanted verification of what he was seeing and damn the consequences, but in the very instant that the incandescent light filled Eve's bedroom and framed her writhing body with its luminosity; Paul realised that he wanted, needed and indeed would take, so very much more.

Once more teetering on the brink of orgasm, Eve failed in those first vital moments to grasp what was happening and so lost any slim opportunity she might have found to resist. Paul crossed the room in three quick strides, pinned Eve to the bed with one hand pressed solidly against her sternum and with the phone still grasped in his other, fired off two quick 'close-ups' of her naked body. Finally recovering from her disorientation Eve began to struggle, but her intake of breath in preparation for launching a scream of protest was roughly cut short as Paul's hand transferred to her throat.

After several long seconds simply admiring his prize, Paul dropped his phone onto the bed beside Eve and using his now unencumbered right hand began to grope roughly between her still splayed legs. Eve belatedly tried to force them closed, but Paul's grip about her slim neck intensified; immediately that her resistance eased, then so too did the constriction, three increasingly extended repetitions over the following few minutes were sufficient to secure Eve's mute capitulation. Paul's hand now intruded further between Eve's pale thighs, his fingers scrabbled impatiently through the lush red carpet of her pubis, before meeting and then entering her most feminine portal.

Eve's snatch was butter-slick; how could it have been otherwise given her two so very recent attempts to achieve self-gratification? As first one and then a second of Paul's strong fingers entered her moist channel with scant resistance, he chose to interpret it as a sign of Eve's enthusiasm for his continued attention. For her own part, Eve was simply unable to contend with the forces of nature; the brusque interruption to each of her earlier near-orgasms had left the Lady in desperate need of fulfilment and Paul's coarse intrusion fitted the bill perfectly. Eve knew full well that no self-ministration could ever compete with the attentions of a man and was loathed to discover that despite her fear and disgust at this un-invited assault, the occasion was to prove no different.

Paul soon released his grip at her throat, enabling him to give a similarly rough mauling to Eve's pert, rose-tipped breasts, but still she was unable to offer any resistance; instead she writhed wantonly upon Paul's rough, penetrating fingers, through one and then a second shattering orgasm, until the third left her slumped and exhausted on the now sweat-soaked sheets. It was during this brief interlude that Paul discovered the one visible 'flaw' on Lady Gorton's seemingly perfect body; whilst framing another photograph, he noticed that on Eve's ribcage, about an inch below her left breast was a small birthmark, perhaps the size of a penny which despite the dim light levels within the room appeared to pulse a bright and angry red.

Whilst Mrs. Hamilton was struggling to regaining her equilibrium, Paul kicked off his boots, then quickly stripped off his overalls and skivvies; he was so hard for the lady that it hurt and hadn't time for anything else. As Paul advanced towards the bed once again, Eve couldn't fail to notice that he was well hung, at least eight inches long and with an equally impressive girth; she also summoned a final scrap of defiance:

"The house may be empty, but if you try forcing that inside me, I shall scream so loud that someone on the grounds will certainly hear me! Now get out of my house right now!"

Paul's smirked and grabbed Eve's now bedraggled plait, as he twisted it cruelly around his hand and wrist, Eve's mouth flared opened in response to the sudden pain allowing Paul to force his swollen cock between her soft lips, beyond her even white teeth and into the very back of her mouth. The spark of defiance still gleamed in Eve's eyes as Paul whispered, 'Fair enough your Ladyship, you scream to your heart's content.' Lunging forward, Paul forced his cock-head deep into her throat, then simply remained embedded, holding Eve's face firmly against his groin and coldly watched whilst she scrabbled for breath. When her frantic struggles began to falter Paul withdrew just far enough to grant her a few rasping breaths, before plunging deep into Eve's throat once again.

This wasn't the first time that Eve had accepted a cock between her lips, but on the previous occasion it had been just a gentle probing of her mouth, rather than the brutal throat fuck that Paul was now imposing upon her. After repeating his choking penetration for a second and then a third time, Paul finally saw the spark of defiance leave Eve's eyes, to be replaced with the tears of defeat. Paul grinned and confident that Lady Gorton would be offering no further resistance he settled into a steady rhythm of slow, regular strokes, distending Eve's throat with every incursion.

Having accepted that Paul didn't plan on asphyxiating her, Eve's panic began to subside and to her relief she discovered that by relaxing and attuning to the rhythm of his oral assault, her gag reflex could be controlled. All went well until Paul was distracted by his mobile phone ringing; their cadence was disrupted resulting in a few more seconds of panic and discomfort for Eve, before their equilibrium was restored and Paul casually recommenced his steady strokes whilst answering the call.

Whilst Eve could hear only one side of the conversation, its content became increasingly disconcerting.

"Oh, hi Jed." ... "I'm up at Ashwell Hall." ... "I should be, but right now I'm up in Lady G's bedroom getting her to suck me off." ... "I'm not bullshitting! Get yourself up here and you can take a turn with her too." ... "Listen Jed; with the photos I've taken of her on my camera phone, this bitch'll do whatever the fuck I tell her to." ... "Honestly, I'm not kidding you; listen to this." Whereupon Paul held his phone beside Eve's cheek for several seconds whilst markedly increasing the pace of his penetrations; the resulting sounds would have been unmistakeable and undoubtedly audible to whoever might be listening at the other end. "Did you get that mate?" ... Paul laughed "I'll ask." He looked back down at Eve and enquired with a smirk "Do you swallow?" The abhorrence in Eve's eyes must've been plain to see as she frantically shook her head to the limited extent that Paul's grasp allowed.

Paul laughed again "Her Ladyship says no, but I'm sure I can change her mind." ... "OK; get yourself over here quick and you can be the one to teach her how."

Paul concluded the call, spun the phone in his hand and took a close-up photograph of Eve's face; his invading cock would've been full-screen too. Paul casually dropped the handset onto the bed and returned his full attention to the unwilling Lady Gorton. "So; have you ever done a three-way before darling?"

Eve made another half-hearted attempt at escaping from Paul's rapacious grasp; he simply laughed at her futile effort and added, "I'll take that as a no shall I? Don't worry, I'll bet a horny little slut like you will soon get the hang of it."

Paul then glanced around in response to a small sound behind him. It was young Gavin, standing open-mouthed in the doorway; Paul gave Eve another of his cruel smiles and stated, "It looks like being your lucky-day Eve; you're going to get foursome."

Paul turned back to Gavin and quipped, "Didn't I tell you to mind you own business?" Gavin just nodded in mute reply, his gaze never leaving Eve's naked form.

Paul grinned, "And it was only the other week that we were talking about it being about time you lost your cherry Gav; how do you fancy popping it with Lady G.?"

Gavin managed no reply beyond another silent nod; though he did at least recommence breathing. Despite knowing that Lady Gorton was probably as old has his mother; she was still fucking hot and had been making regular appearances in his sexual fantasies since puberty. Having finally regained the power of speech Gavin whispered, "Is it OK to Paul? Just like that? Will we not get in trouble?"

"Not if she invites you to fuck her." Paul looked into Eve's tear-stained face before adding, "And I'm pretty certain that she's just about to ask."

Eve gave Paul a look of desperate appeal and began to shake her head; in an equally silent reply Paul once again pressed forward and held his cock just deep enough into Eve's throat to check her breathing once more. As Evelyn's face began to colour up, he added, "I reckon the little nympho's even going to say please."

Paul's assessment of Eve's capitulation had been correct; when he finally eased his grip on Eve's hair and withdrew his swollen cock from her constricted throat, he nodded in approval whilst she turned to the spotty teenager and summoning a weak smile croaked, "Yes Gavin, I...I'd like you to... to fuck me ... please."

The horny eighteen year old needed no second bidding and dashed across the room, frantically discarding his clothing along the way. During the few seconds that it took Gavin to reach the bed, Paul ensured that despite her obvious repugnance, Lady Gorton was suitably positioned for the young man's easy pleasure; flat on her back with legs splayed and a pillow wedged firmly beneath her hips: The lad couldn't fail. As Gavin reached and quite literally leapt onto her bed, Eve couldn't help but be struck by the incongruity of the young man's erection; he was perhaps 5'7" tall and very lightly built, but the manhood standing proud before her was at least nine inches long and quite unnaturally broad.

Eve gasped with a mixture of awe and not a little fear; whilst Paul who was similarly astounded at what this kid had been hiding inside his jeans, reflected that it was perhaps fortunate for the Lady that she was already well lubricated. Having shuffled between Eve's outstretched legs, Gavin leered down at the gorgeous woman prostrated beneath him; he paused for a long moment to grab and roughly squeeze Eve's perfect breasts, not noticing her wince of pain at his overenthusiastic groping, before plunging forward intent on penetrating her sanctum before anyone changed their mind and order him to stop.

Eve gasped as Gavin's rigid cock thumped painfully into the soft flesh a good half-inch to the left of her snatch, his second attempt at penetration landed with equal ferocity and barely more accuracy; this effort slamming excruciatingly into the right hand edge of Eve's moist pussy: It felt like it might tear her soft lips away from her body. Eve shrieked and begged him to stop, then sighed with relief when he heeded her request. Given the enormity of this inexperienced young man's prick, Eve would from self-preservation be forced to take a more active part that she'd envisaged; if she continued trying to 'play-dead' and ignore the invasion of this man, she faced a world of pain and the possibility of serious injury.

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