The Ambassador's Secretary Leaves Livorno (Part II

Lady Patricia Prendergast was having tea on the patio.
 
The sound of the motor cars pulling up drifted all the way to the rear of the Prendergast Mansion. Patricia assumed it must be Daddy and his strange friends from the Foreign Office. She hoped that nice Alan Shaftsbury was in the entourage. It would be such a disappointment, if he was not down for the weekend. They had such fun in the fox hunt weekend only last month.

A shadow loomed over her in the waning daylight.

"Will madam be requiring any more cucumber sandwiches?"

"No, this is quite sufficient, my good man."

Patricia winked at Roger Merrypole, the Butler's assistant, who had just recently been rooting around inside her well satisfied little bum. She could see the twinkle in his eye as he cleared the table of crumbs. He reached down and removed one errant crumb which had somehow come to rest at the top of her closely shaved pussy. His gloved hand recovered the crumb and gently rubbed her pulsating pussy in a quick movement. Patricia gasped at the effrontery, but her pussy started to leak once again at the anticipation of more action. Her heart was beating rapidly and she looked around to make sure no hidden eyes saw her wanton interplay with the butler.

Good! All clear. That Naval chap would always say that at inappropriate moments, like just before her orgasm. Good Lord, she could not remember his name for the life of her. How embarrassing if he should pop up some time. She saw her Daddy striding out onto the patio.

"Hello, Hello, Hello! My dear darling daughter. Cucumber sandwiches on the patio, is it? How about joining your pater in the library for a drink with the boys. You are not allowed a cigar, little cheesecake!"

She remembered the last time she had dared to steal one of Daddy's cigars, she had become dreadfully ill and turned a ghastly shade of green.

Patricia's Father draped his arm around the bare shouldered Patricia and let his fingers play briefly with her almost exposed nipple. Patricia giggled and slapped at his hand as if he were a naughty boy. Well, there are still some naughty boys at sixty in certain quarters. Her Father had received her favors since her 16th birthday. He had trained her in all the sexual techniques employed by courtesans in India, Singapore and other exotic lands.

The only man that had ever bested her in bedroom sports was Harry Lime.

God only knew where that impossible man was now. She had paid him back for his cavalier ways by allowing the three Marines to gang bang her in Venice right next to his little sojourn with the cock-stealing Lynette. You just couldn't trust a married woman with three children when it comes to affairs of the heart.

Of course, she had a very enjoyable evening with Lynette's sexy husband Terri.

She saw right away in the library that Alan was not in attendance.

But, the honorable Cyril St. Crampole, the British Ambassador and Patricia's boss was sitting on the couch with a martini in his hand. It looked like the ever thirsty Cyril had been consuming a number of olives already this evening.

She walked in and gave the elderly dignitary a genteel kiss on his forehead. It was always a good idea to keep one's paramours a secret in mixed company.

The other 2 men were strangers to Patricia.

Her Father, Sir Richmond Prendergast introduced the two young men as Oswald Converse and Brigadier Matthew Starke. The Oswald fellow was obviously a spook type. Patricia spotted a rather large revolver under his waistcoat.

The Brigadier was a bit of a mystery.

"I say, Brigadier Starke, didn't I see you at the Metro Charity Auction a fortnight ago?"

It was an innocent question and a total fabrication. The tall young man stuffed his pipe with some of her Daddy's fine Turkish tobacco and looked over his glasses at her.

"Lady Patricia, is it? Well, I believe you have me mixed up with someone else. I was out of the country a fortnight ago. I heard you are headed to Liverno on Ministry business?"

"My, My, has my Daddy been bending your ear talking about his darling daughter? Or, was it Sir Cyril who spilled the beans, as the Americans would say."

The handsome military type smiled down at Patricia seated on the couch next to the Ambassador. Patricia realized that from his vantage point, he could see pretty much all of succulent young breasts unfettered by unneeded restraints.

"I assure you, Lady Patricia, my sources are always sacrosanct and will never leave my lips. I understand we are to dine in the Garden. May I escort you to the table."

Patricia took his arm, noting the muscular ridges running in all directions. She wondered if the muscle were localized or were present all over the Brigadier's body. It would be so much fun to explore at her leisure.

The dinner was a huge success.

Cook was ecstatic at the praise heaped on her by the guests.

Out on the veranda, Patricia was watching the dark birds flying in the moonlight. Matthew was telling her a story about an elephant hunt in Africa. It was just this side of boring.

She leaned over the marble topped railing to look at the animal gliding in the shadows. Patricia hoped it was a fox, but it was just an old tabby cat out looking for his true love.

Matthews hand slowly slid down her back to rest comfortably on her ass cheeks.

It would have been unseemly to object as she had been flirting with the Brigadier all through dinner. She spread her legs a bit to allow his hand access to her already damp pussy. The touch of the strong hand pushing deep between her legs made her tremble with passion.

Patricia turned around and kissed Matthew hard on the lips.

He inserted his tongue into her mouth and she knew he wanted to fuck her badly. She was almost panting with the heat of the moment. It was not safe in her bedroom and there were too many servants about to do it in any room in the house.

She took Matthew's hand and led him to the little rose arbor that had been a favorite of her dear departed Mother. There was no place to sit down, so she simply leaned forward and figured Matthew would do the rest.

He was a bit rough with her panty hose, ripping them in his haste to get them down. He was so much in a rush to get his cock into her pussy that he just pulled her frilly thong to the side. The feel of Matthew's cock was enough to make Patricia gush prematurely all over his cock as he eased it into her dripping cunt.

Patricia heard a very nasty sounding grunting sound that reminded her of a rutting animal.

Then, she realized it was she doing the grunting, each time the Brigadier slammed his over sized cock up deep into her pussy.

When she heard Matthew begin to growl, she knew his ball sac was ready to explode and send streams of cum deep into her clutching cunt. She started to say something like, "Pull it out before, please", but the spurts of cum were already hitting her deep inside her pussy and all she could do was milk the Brigadier for every last creamy drop.

They smoothed each others clothing and returned to the drawing room. The others were so deep in conversation, their absence went unnoticed. Patricia noticed that Roger was giving her a knowing look that said he knew exactly what she had just done in the garden.

When she had a moment alone with Roger in the hallway, she told him not to come to her room if the door was closed all the way.

She told him it had nothing at all to do with the Brigadier.

She explained her Father and the Ambassador wanted to give her some last minute instructions for her trip to Italy. She promised to leave the door cracked if the coast was clear. The touch of his palm on her bum made her giggle a bit as she went back into the drawing room. The gentlemen all thought she was just in a merry mood.

Patricia changed into her old school uniform up in her bedroom. She knew exactly what her Daddy and the Ambassador had planned for her. They had been doing this same little role play every time the three of them got together. She took her hair down and pulled it back into a pony tail that made her look at least ten years younger. To make it a little more interesting, she put on the crotch less panty hose, an oversexed admirer had sent her in the post. It made her feel very naughty to put the dirty thing on, but it did make her pussy quite wet and happy. The last touch was the glasses she used to wear at school because at 16, she was too young for contacts.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Even Roger would not recognize her now. She looked like a oversexed yet still innocent schoolgirl with no experience and a very virgin pussy.

Patricia sat straight up at the edge of the bed with her hands resting demurely in her lap. The pleated uniform skirt covered her indecent underwear and a pussy starting to leak more in earnest. Her Daddy and Sir Cecil came in the door. They both still had their nightcaps in their hands and were about three sheets to the wind.

" See, Cyril, I told you she was ready for us. Our little girl is waiting for her spanking and some other nice things."

"By Jove, Richmond, old chap, Lady Patricia is quite the tasty morsel, I must say!"

Patricia kept silent. She knew they liked her to be quiet unless they asked her to say something vile or dirty. Sometimes, they wanted her to beg and plead for respite, but it was all in good fun. It gave her a chance to test her acting skills. She knew she was going to get a really hard spanking tonight because of the naughty underwear she had decided to put on for the little bedroom playtime.

She was on her knees now sucking Cyril's semi flaccid cock. Patricia worked extra hard with her tongue to make the older man a bit stiffer. Her Daddy was lifting her skirt from behind and running his demanding fingers deep into her ass crack. She knew he wanted to slide it in her back there tonight. It had been almost a month since his lovely cock had taken up residence in her tight little pucker hole. His other hand worked her nipples hard in front keeping her on the edge of a beautiful orgasm.

The Ambassador began to whine off key. Patricia knew this was the signal his creamy deposit would soon arrive inside her widely stretched lips. The first spurt of cum caught her unaware because her Daddy's fingers were driving her crazy as they explored every little corner of her trembling posterior. The cum was in her throat and down her gullet before she could stop from swallowing. Cyril's cum did not taste as nice and sweet as her Father's and she often spit it out when he was not looking. She did not want to offend him by letting him think she did not enjoy every last drop of his old man's cum.

Daddy now had her skirt all the way up to her waist band. He shooved it inside the band to keep it up and out of the way.

"I say, Cyril, do come and see what this little doxie has in store for us."

"Bloody hell, Richmond! This schoolgirl is a bit of a slut, what?"

Patricia felt all four hands exploring the crotchless pantyhose. Their fingers slid into her pussy easily because she was already so wet with anticipation. She lowered her head down and panted like a bitch in heat as they made free with her pussy and ass.

"Cyril, as the guest, you should mount her first."

"Oh, no, dear fellow, your daughter, you should have the first taste of that beautiful cunt."

Taking the hint of taste literally, Patricia's Father pushed his mustached lips against the exposed pussy lips and licked her with an enthusiastic tongue.

"Oh! Daddy. That's so good , Daddy. Go a little deeper. Ahh, yes, right there. You have my spot, Daddy. I got to cum right now."

Patricia felt herself squirt all her pussy juices right into her Father's face. She was so embarrassed. She had never done that before. It must have been the crotchless pantyhose. They made into a dirty little slut. She watched her Father back away and use the bed sheet to wipe his face clean.

"Mount her now, Cyril! She needs a good cock right now"

The Ambassador squatted over Patricia's wide open pussy sticking high into air. His now rock hard cock slipped into her cunt with no effort at all. It felt so good to Patricia that she started to sob in sheer delight. The two men, already familiar with Lady Patricia's moods, recognized her sobs to be from happiness. Absolutely not any sense of shame to be so degraded and used like a common street whore.

Patrica was humping her ass back hard and rolling her hips to get the full effect of the ass pounding. It made poor Cyril shoot his load a lot sooner than he wanted. It was so nice to ride this beautiful girl's body and to hear her moans as he struck deep into her core with his experienced cock.

The senior Prendergast watched the performance in admiration.

His daughter was able to take it all and then some.

As soon as Cyril moved off schoolgirl Patricia, he covered her ass and slid his lubricated cock straight up into her pulsating anus. He heard her gasp at the entry and then moan as his huge cock bottomed out deep inside her rectum. They did not do this type of anal sex too often.

Usually, Patricia would lay on her side and he would slowly push his cock up into her ass.

They often would just stay like that without moving for a long time and then when he tapped Patricia's hip, she would milk his hard cock with her sensual ass. A trick from India that Patricia had perfected with diligent practice.

Now it was time for her spanking.

First, Cyril gave her fifty spanks and she had to count each one carefully. The pantyhose was pulled down, but her schoolgirl uniform remained. Sometimes, he would slide his fingers into her cunt and her tiny ass hole to make her feel it stronger.

Patricia kissed his hands all over and thanked him for his attention to her discipline.

Now, her Daddy.

She could see he had his belt ready for her.

This was to be a very hard lesson indeed. 25 strokes of the leather belt would mean she would have difficulty sitting for at least 24 hours. The very first stroke brought a flash of light into her brain and she cried out like a little schoolgirl. It was not an act. Patricia lost count after 15 but her Father finished her off without further punishment.

Her ass was on fire.

Her tears were streaming down her cheeks.

But she kissed the leather strap and thanked her father with heartfelt contrition for her slutty ways.

Lady Patricia decided not to leave the door cracked for Roger this night.

It was time for some healing salve and a good night's sleep.

Tomorrow was another day.

(Continued in Part III)