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  The Temptress of Upton Manor

  By Callista J. Hawkes

  Text Copyright © 2014 Callista J. Hawkes

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  This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All persons portrayed in this eBook are 18 years of age or older.

  This eBook contains sexually explicit situations and terms and is intended for a mature audience only.

  Table of Contents

  (Chapter synopsis contains spoilers!)

  Prologue: Wake-up call

  Having been stirred from his sleep in the best possible way, Jack reminisces on an eventful two months as a footman at Upton Manor.

  Chapter 1: Arrival

  Jack’s arrival at Upton Manor fuels the late night fantasies of the pretty, blonde maid, Lily who imagines him seducing her and taking her roughly from behind over the dining room table.

  Chapter 2: The Fair

  Jack takes the virginal Charlotte out to the fair. On the way back in a secluded moonlit spot by the river, the inquisitive young cook decides to thank him in her own way.

  Chapter 3: Morning Drive

  Jack is summoned to spirit away one of the Earl’s son’s conquests. As he drives her back to the village, the enigmatic redhead suggests that he pull over and give her the satisfaction that Lord James had failed to give her the night before.

  Chapter 4: Nightcap

  Having been mercilessly teased by Lily, Jack decides to visit her at midnight and call her bluff.

  Chapter 5: Insomnia

  The Earl, his gambling debts spiralling out of control is struggling to sleep. A chance meeting in the pantry in the dead of night gives Charlotte an opportunity to practice a very unorthodox method of curing Lord Edward’s insomnia.

  Chapter 6: Library rendezvous

  With the family away, Jack investigates a summons from the Library, where a mysterious young lady awaits with seduction in mind.

  Chapter 7: Summoned by her Ladyship

  Charlotte is mortified to discover that Lord Edward’s wife knows of their earlier tryst. Lady Helena’s revenge leads the formerly innocent Charlotte even deeper into a world of temptation and debauchery.

  Chapter 8: The trap is sprung

  Having engineered an opportunity to seduce the beautiful, innocent debutante Abigail, Lord James finds the tables have been turned as the predator becomes the prey.

  Chapter 9: A proposition

  The Earl’s daughter, the beautiful Lady Marie, has been in mourning since her husband died in the Great War. However, four years of celibacy are driving her to distraction and she looks to the handsome young footman to fill that void.

  Chapter 10: An afternoon ride

  After setting out on horseback for the afternoon, Lord James quickly discovers that being in the saddle isn’t the only spirited ride Abigail enjoys.

  Chapter 11: The storm

  In the midst of a ferocious storm, Lady Marie enlists Jack’s assistance to retrieve some horses and lead them back to the shelter of the stables. Once there, soaked to the skin and splattered with mud, they enjoy a wild and exhilarating encounter amongst the bales of hay.

  Chapter 12: Billiards

  Having asked Lord James to meet her in the Billiard room after the rest of the family have gone to bed, Abigail has a surprise in store for him.

  Chapter 13: Endgame

  Lady Marie invites Jack to share her bed not realising he has an ulterior motive.

  Epilogue

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  ologue: Wake-up call

  Jack stirred, stretching out his arms, feeling the luxurious feel of silk sheets against his naked body. He opened his eyes, squinting against the sunlight shining through the gap between the closed curtains. As the fog of sleep slowly cleared, his eyes widened as he became aware of a delicious sensation radiating out from his groin, realising with a start that he was not alone. The previous night’s memories came flooding back and a broad smile crossed his face. He reached under the sheets, running his fingers through his lover's long silky hair as her head bobbed up and down in his lap, his cock rapidly hardening as she sucked and licked at his shaft. He let out a moan of pleasure as her talented lips worked their magic, her fingers caressing his tightening ball sack, her other hand stroking his shaft. Her lips left his cock and he felt her tongue lick down his length, down to his sack where she lathered his scrotum with saliva, her hand still working his shaft. She took one of his balls into her mouth, gently sucking it before doing the same to the other. She then lifted his balls and licked the sensitive ridge of skin behind them, eliciting a groan from him. He imagined her smiling with satisfaction under the sheet as she returned her mouth to his cock, slurping noisily as she sucked his length with gusto. As her hand moved faster on his shaft, her lips sliding back to the lip and locking around the head, Jack realised that she was hell bent on making him come in her mouth. As he felt his climax approaching, he smiled in anticipation. After all, who was he, a mere footman to go against the wishes of Lady Marie, the beautiful daughter of the Earl of Grangeborough. His hips jerked involuntarily and he clenched the silk sheets in his fists as he felt his balls tighten, the pressure building before with a long, drawn out groan he erupted into her waiting mouth. His whole body convulsed in ecstasy as he felt her gulping down his creamy seed as he filled her mouth, his cock twitching with each spurt. As the weaker spurts subsided, he relaxed, letting out a satisfied sigh. Beneath the silk sheet, her mouth left his cock momentarily before he felt her tongue swirl around the tip and down his shaft, licking him clean. As he lay back and enjoyed the afterglow of his climax, he reflected on the remarkable chain of events that had led him to lie in Lady Marie's bed...

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  apter 1: Arrival

  Two months earlier...

  Jack Shaw strode briskly up the long drive, the gravel crunching under his feet. The cold April morning causing him to hurry even with the weight of the battered suitcase he carried. The pale stone of the large country house ahead of him loomed large, its ornate window frames flanking either side of the columns of the main entrance and its huge oak doors beyond. The doors creaked open and a stocky middle aged man appeared.

  “Good morning Mr Shaw.” He growled. “What, may I ask are you doing?”

  “Good morning Mr Carstairs.” Jack replied, recognising the butler. “I am reporting for my first day of work as a footman.”

  “I know that.” Carstairs replied tetchily. “It was, after all I who employed you.”

  “And very grateful I am for the opportunity Mr Carstairs.”

  “As well you should remember.” He replied, his tone softening slightly. “Though you should equally remember that the entrance for the likes of you is the servants’ entrance around the corner. What would his Lordship say if you marched through the door to the house with all your worldly belongings like some wretched refugee?”

  “Sorry Mr Carstairs.” Jack mumbled and headed around to the side of the house and found a small door leading in to the servants’ dining room. There was a long wooden table which dominated the room. The chairs were all tucked beneath the table with the exception of one, which was occupied by the slender form of one of the housemaids, dressed in black with a white apron tied to her front. Her blonde hair was tied behind her head, which was buried in a book. Hearing him enter the room she looked up from the book, her green eyes flicking over to him.

  “You must be Jack, our new footman.” She smiled.

  “I am.” Jack replied, returning her smile. He guessed she was in her mid twenties, perhaps two or three years older than him.

  “I’m Lily.” She said, putting down her book and getting to her feet, the wooden chair scraping against the stone floor. “Pleased to meet you.”

  “And you.” Jack stepped towards her and shook her hand.

  “If you follow me, I’ll show you to your quarters and you can get settled in.”

  Jack nodded and followed her out of the room, down a dingy corridor and up a narrow staircase. Jack couldn’t help but notice her shapely posterior as they climbed the steep steps. As they reached the mid landing, Lily looked over her shoulder, Jack quickly raised his gaze though feeling his face burn. “Have you worked in service before?” Lily asked.

  “No.” He replied, wondering if she had spotted his furtive gaze. “Mr Carstairs was kind enough to take a leap of faith with me.”

  They emerged into another corridor with several doors. Lily stopped three doors down and turned to Jack.

  “Well this is your room.” She smiled. “I’ll leave you to settle in and we’ll see you back downstairs for some lunch when you are ready.”

  “Is one of these other rooms yours?” Jack asked. Lily pointed to a dividing door with a small window halfway down the corridor.

  “I’m actually in the next room.” She told him. “The ladies quarters are at the other end of the corridor just beyond that dividing door. The door is locked from the ladies side and the key held by Mrs Trent. After all, we wouldn’t want any inappropriate interaction between the servants would we?” She added coyly befo
re grinning, turning on her heels, walking back to the staircase and disappearing around the corner, her footsteps fading as she descended the steps. Jack smiled to himself and stepped inside his room, wondering if perhaps life as a footman at Upton Manor wouldn’t be quite as dour as he had anticipated.

  An hour later, Jack made his way back to the servants’ dining room. Lily and Carstairs were seated as was another rather stern looking grey haired woman.

  “Good afternoon Jack.” Carstairs greeted him as Jack entered. “The footman’s livery fits correctly?”

  “It fits very nicely Mr Carstairs.” Jack replied, straightening his tie before pulling back a chair and joining them at the dining table. He had admired himself in the mirror for several minutes when he had first pulled on his uniform. It may have been a mere footman’s livery, but it was of much better quality and far smarter than anything he had worn before.

  “Good.” Carstairs nodded. “In that case, after luncheon I shall give you a tour of Upton Manor and explain what is expected of you. I understand you have met Lily already. Have you met Mrs Trent?”

  “We have not been introduced.” The older woman replied coolly.

  “Mrs Trent is the Lady’s maid for her Ladyship.” Carstairs replied. “This is Jack Shaw who has joined us as a footman.”

  “Pleased to meet you Mrs Trent.” Jack smiled. Mrs Trent nodded in reply but did not return his smile. The awkward moment was interrupted by footsteps behind them.

  “Ah and this is Charlotte, the cook.” Carstairs said, looking up from the table. Jack twisted around, expecting to find an overweight, middle aged ruddy faced woman, but instead of that Charlotte was a slight girl his age, perhaps even in her late teens. Her dark brown hair was hidden beneath a white kitchen hat and though initially she might be considered plain, Jack thought she could be quite pretty given half a chance. She carried a large tray of sandwiches.

  “Hello Jack.” She smiled sweetly at him.

  “Pleased to meet you Charlotte.” Jack smiled. She smiled again, the tray still in her hands inches from the table.

  “Yes, yes, we’re all pleased to meet our new footman.” Carstairs told her impatiently. “I shall be even more pleased if I have a full belly before I resume my duties this afternoon.”

  “Sorry Mr Carstairs.” She replied, blushing before setting the tray down on the table and laying the sandwiches out before each of them.

  “Is this everyone?” Jack asked Carstairs.

  “Yes.” Charlotte replied. “There used to be another maid, Beryl but she…” Carstairs and Mrs Trent shot daggers at her and Charlotte sheepishly dropped her gaze to the table. “…she left.” she added quietly.

  “Yes, this is all the staff.” Carstairs growled. “The family are all away in London at the moment, but will return tomorrow. I shall introduce you to them when they return.”

  “Well, it’s nice to meet you all.” Jack smiled.

  “And you Jack.” Lily smiled.

  “Well, that completes the tour.” Carstairs replied. They stood in the wood panelled entrance hall with a grand staircase sweeping up behind them and then turning through a right angle to both the left and right. Fine paintings were mounted everywhere, crystal chandeliers hung from the ornately decorated ceiling and the other rooms of the house were even more opulent.

  “So this is how the other half lives.” Jack breathed. Carstairs eyed him suspiciously.

  “Upton Manor is full of temptation for a man lacking of moral fibre.” He told Jack sternly. “I hope that I have put my faith in someone who can be considered trustworthy.”

  “Of course Mr Carstairs.” Jack replied earnestly. Carstairs eyed him a moment longer, as if trying to read his soul.

  “Very well.” He said finally. “In that case we will adjourn for today and you may have some time to finish unpacking and settle in to your room.”

  “Thank you Mr Carstairs.” Jack replied before heading to the door to the servants’ quarters.

  “Jack.” Carstairs called out. Jack stopped and turned to face the butler. “Welcome to Upton Manor.”

  Lily, having completed her duties, returned to her room for the night. She quickly shed her clothes, pulled on her nightdress and unpinned her hair, letting it fall past her shoulders. She sat in front of her little dressing table and studied her reflection in the mirror for a moment before reaching for a hairbrush and running it through her long blonde tresses. As she brushed out the knots, her mind wandered to the new arrival. She had found herself quite taken with their handsome new footman. He was tall, athletically built and handsome and despite his youth, there was a worldly wise confidence that she found attractive. If she wasn’t mistaken, the way he looked at her, that attraction was mutual. She had caught him gazing at her buttocks as they climbed the stairs to the servants’ quarters and she had noticed his gaze dipping to her breasts when they had spoken at dinner. It may have just been youthful lust on his part, but even so, it excited her. It would be dangerous to act on such feelings as if her reputation was tarnished, that stain on her character would remain and would certainly cost her her job as well as any chance of a reference to get another elsewhere. Still, she was hardly a blushing virgin and had enjoyed many sexual experiences, but she had always been discreet and ensured she enjoyed them well away from the gossiping residents of the local village, let alone Upton Manor. It would be extremely dangerous to enter into such a liaison with another member of the house staff, but perhaps it was that danger that made the thought all the more enticing. She climbed into bed and switched off her lamp, lying in the darkness thinking of him, exciting scenarios racing through her mind. She found herself imaging Jack taking her in his arms in the servants’ dining room, his lips pressing urgently against hers, pulling her body tightly against his, his hands caressing her buttocks as his tongue slipped between her lips seeking hers. As Lily squeezed her eyes shut, smiling at the fantasy, subconsciously her right hand slid down to her thigh and pulled at the hem of her nightdress, pulling the thin material upwards, her fingers sliding up the inside of her thigh towards the warmth of her pussy. Her fantasy continued in her mind’s eye as Jack, while not breaking their embrace, guided her gently backwards towards the kitchen table, smiling at her as she allowed him to ease her onto the rough timber surface. His fingers quickly unfastened her dress and she found herself smiling up at him in her underwear. These too were quickly stripped from her and she basked under his lustful gaze as he admired her naked form for a moment before his lips returned to hers. His fingers combed through her long hair before his hands slid down to caress her breasts, teasing her nipples for a moment before one hand slid lower. Lily’s legs parted both in her fantasy and in reality as her fingers delved between her labia, which were already moist with her desire. She teased the sensitive nub of her clit for a few moments before slipping first one and then a second finger inside her warm pussy. In her imagination, Jack’s fingers were feverishly working at her clit while his tongue teased her nipples, switching from one to the other as she moaned with delight. Lily bit her lower lip, trying to keep silent as her delicate fingertips danced across her clit, while her other hand gently squeezed her left breast through her nightdress, fingers caressing the nipple which grew hard and erect. Her puffy pussy lips grew increasingly moist as she pleasured herself and her mind raced. Jack had now bent her over the kitchen table and she looked over her shoulder at him as he prepared to slide his hard shaft inside her. She imagined him to be well endowed and as he guided the tip to her pussy, stretching her as she had never been stretched before, she would cry out in pleasure. He would then take her roughly from behind, ramming his cock deep inside her, the force sliding her a few inches up the table with each thrust, her erect nipples chaffing against the rough timber surface of the rustic kitchen table. She smiled at the thought of the fantasy as she felt the onrushing climax building in her loins. She imagined Jack nearing his own climax, his manly grunts of pleasure growing louder and more frequent until he gripped her hips in his strong hands, emptying his balls inside her. Lily quickly moved her left hand from her breast and clamped it over her mouth as her right hand combined with the delicious fantasy brought her to a shattering orgasm. She arched her back and threw back her head as her fingers played a final staccato beat on her quivering clit. Her body trembled as the waves of pleasure raced through her, her cries of ecstasy muffled by the hand clamped over her mouth. As her orgasm receded, she relaxed and let out a satisfied sigh. She pulled her hand from her pussy, her fingers moist with her juices and rolled on to her side, enjoying the blissful afterglow of her climax. As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if reality would match the fantasy, but she had made up her mind that she would do her best to find out.