Initiation of Master Robert

Sebastian Charles

Description

The novel traces the early sexual life of Lord Robert Lance from his early sexual initiations to the more confident seductions of the young Victorian Casanova. In the course of the novel, Robert not only loses his virginity to a buxom maid but has his wicked way with, among others, two luscious housemaids, a prim governess, and his brothers seductive wife. In getting an education at the rectory where his disapproving father sends him, young Master Robert also seduces the young voluptuous daughter of the local merchant. Set in the 1850s, Master Robert is initiated into the various pleasures of the flesh.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 06 mars 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781781662328
• Langue: English

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The Initiation Of Master Robert
Sebastian Charles



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The Initiation of Master Robert
Published in 2014 by
House of Erotica
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Copyright © Sebastian Charles 2014
The right of Sebastian Charles to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
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Housetraining
It was no doubt my perverse upbringing and the decadent atmosphere in which I was raised that focused my mind so keenly on sensual delight. As was the case in those days when Victoria ruled the globe and Albert was still a Prince Consort rather than a memorial, I was raised, as it were, downstairs. Indeed, and although I will decline from the easy double entendre, my early sexual memories concern being downstairs and being raised by our rude maid Annie on several occasions. Annie loved nothing better than to stroke my young manhood to its full prodigious length as she sneaked into my bed or bathed me, an activity she insisted I enjoy well into late adolescence. Oh, what joy Annie was; a young buxom lass with those firm milky white breasts pushing out the cotton of her uniform, pushed out of them and onto my greedy lips and tongue.
“Oh Master Robert, what have we here?” she would say as she gleefully glared at my prick at bath time in the old nursery that overlooked the 2000 acres or so of our country pile. I should confess at this early stage, I was, even if I did not know it then, well endowed, my prick both enviably long and thick. Annie loved to play all kinds of games and tricks with me in my innocent youth, but her pleasure in my young erect tool was genuine enough. Those early memories tend to merge into one, but it is difficult not to feel the heart race at the memory of the busty vixen, delicately fingering the thick shaft of my prick, before plumping her juicy mouth on the bulbous head.
Those first times, of course, I would come in her mouth barely her lips had plumped on my prick. I could not but help spend inside her given the delicious warmth of her accommodating mouth.
I remember that first time. I was back from school and still very much curious about the female form. A curiosity, of course, that would grow exponentially in adulthood by which time I had realised the endless possibilities of pleasure the female body offered.
Oh lovely rude Annie! That juicy mouth! That heavy, round bust! Those lively eyes! I had bathed under Annie’s gaze for so long that there seemed nothing unnatural about the event. This time, though, it was rather different. I only had such special treatment when I was home from the wretched school that my father sent me too. It is with hindsight that I judge it so, as when I was there it felt the most natural of things to be secluded with five hundred other boys, herded around like sheep by pompous adults knowledgeable about everything but what really mattered. It is only now with the passing of years that I suffer this contempt for being taught to believe in values which more often than they should have done encouraged cruelty and treated nine tenths of the people on the globe as inferior subjects.
A school term had intervened between the last time Annie had prepared my bath and sponged my back and this present occasion. A term pretty much like any other, the only real significant thing about it was that it was the last I would have to endure.
I had arrived home, so to speak with my tail between my legs, my academic results had appalled my father who had the narrowness of interest and a general incuriosity with the world that he had excelled at public school and then at Cambridge. Such academic excellence had prepared him well for the life of mediocrity he now enjoyed as a peer of the realm, an unnecessarily interfering peer of the realm in my considered opinion.
However, prep school had prepared me for nothing. It had certainly not prepared me for Annie, or what she was about to do to me. There were always stories in the dormitories of course, fantasies of debauchery through which older boys enhanced their reputation and tried to impress the younger lads that attended on them. There was the usual boys touching and playing among themselves that tended to be enjoyed by some of the boys, but I learned nothing about women at prep school. Occasional glimpses of Gwendolyn, the housemaster’s daughter who lived on the premises was the nearest I got to women. How my heart yearned for the pretty, dark-haired girl with her golden ringlets and her satin frocks, not more than a year or two older than me, but the yearnings I think were more of love and companionship in my solitude than a craving for her body. A smile from Gwendolyn would last me a whole term. Algebra and grammar would be forgotten as I day dreamed about her sweet girlish smile in the most innocent of ways.
I must explain the family situation or more precisely the servants’ position within my family home. The housemaids at my home treated me with the respect owing to the younger son of a lord, but most of them had known me for so long that a playful affection often marked their attitude towards me. Indeed, I did not think of them as maids, but called all by their Christian names and although my father, a stickler for rules, especially those that demarcated his aristocratic superiority, insisted that they address his son always as master. They accepted this, used to the stern discipline with which my father ruled the house, but when they called me Master Robert, it was often in a more intimate if teasing way, not exactly lacking in respect but neither signifying the great distance felt in caste or status that my father insisted be acknowledged.
Annie had been in our employ for a dozen years or so arriving as a very young girl, indeed; the six or seven that marked the difference in our age had once designated her as an adult and me as a child. Although I had grown in many ways, the fact that she still attended me seemed like the continuation of a tradition rather than anything unusual or perverse.
It must be said that my father apart from chiding me for my poor academic performance did not have much direct involvement with my upbringing regarding daily concerns. His negligence provided me with much greater freedom than many children of my age. He would decide the direction of my future life, but what time I went to bed, arose or bathed was not his concern, as long as when he was at the house, and he was in fact often away in London in the House, I appeared for lunch and dinner at their allotted hour. He knew not what I read nor whom I befriended, neither what my politics were nor my own desires. I would, as all boys of my age and station were expected to do, follow the path that he would choose for me. Annie, not my father, often fretted about the minutiae of my eating habits and sleeping patterns, less intense than a mother might, but perhaps as an aunt might fret over her favourite nephew. Up until then, Annie had always thought of me as a child, I am sure, but after the incident I am about to narrate, she would do so no longer.
It was when Annie went to fetch a pale of hot water and was tipping it gently into the cast iron bath that I caught sight of her formidable bust and my prick spontaneously rose to greet the sight. Annie had fondled me frequently, playfully, tousled my hair and pecked me on my forehead and I had enjoyed such intimacy, absent from my prep school days and save Annie the family hearth. But this was the first time I had noticed Annie as a woman with a beautiful bosom, Annie with a mouth that I wished to kiss as a man would his wife, Annie with a shapely bottom I wanted to grasp and hold. My imagination, at this stage, probably only extended this far. Annie was to change my perception of just what women might do with their mouths.
If I had not noticed Annie as a sexually attractive woman, she had not thought of me as a man. But there against my volition and to my mortifying shame my bold member was on show before her incredulous eyes. This was the first time she had seen evidence of my sturdy cock. Normally indeed the water would be lathered and the lather would obscure my unexcited manhood, but here it was clearly standing to attention before her, tilting upwards, winking its eye in front of her surprised gaze. Indeed, I believe it was the first time that I had ever had a sustained erection. And this certainly did not look like as if it was going away in the near or even distant future.
I did not know why I should feel ashamed but terribly ashamed I felt. But Annie cared little for my shame. This was the first time she would utter those words that I would come to delight so much in hearing:
“Oh Master Robert, what have we here!”
I realise now, of course, I realise so much looking back over these long years and now familiar with the lives of both duchesses and servant girls, that Annie probably had little opportunity to frolic with other men unless a gardener or footman took her fancy.
I looked at her and then back down at my prick and then at Annie. I shivered with embarrassment. Why would my body not obey me? Annie could see my great distress and perplexity but thought little of it, a country girl no doubt raised around fornicating animals, Annie was an aberr