Another part of my Maid and Master story I really enjoy writing about their escapades I will surely be writing more. But for now I hope you Enjoy XD
They were arguing again. She could hear their furious words exchanged in whispers on the stairs, hoping the decrease of volume wouldn’t alert the children but the maid, from her advantage point on the stairs, could hear every word.
“You’re just jealous as always, you just cannot abide by my rulings in this household and have to go out of your way to embarrass me”
“Embarrassed you? I am the one having to make excuses for the servants leaving after such short periods, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because their master cannot keep his hands of them” She almost spat the words at him in her fury shaking with the effort of speaking the truth she had been holding back for so long. A deep exhale of breath came from her master, she poked her head around the banister at the top of the stairs to see his stature rise to its full height, striking her as majestic and lordly he began speaking with a warning tone to his wife.
“Enough. I will not be spoken to like this, do not come to my room tonight, I will be up late with work I do not need your company when it’s spiteful and jealous. Learn to forgive and forget as so many other ladies do or I will be forced to move you to into country and that will be the end to whatever this marriage has become” He turned on his heel and with long strides made his way up the stairs. The maid’s heart pounded, he couldn’t find out she had been ease dropping, she knew her punishment in his current mood would be severe. She tiptoed back down the hallway to the nursery and checked the sleeping child in his cot.
The noise from outside had died down and the house began to slumber, she couldn’t sleep though too pent up wondering if her master had retired to bed yet. She crept out of bed put on her carpet slippers and made her way down the corridor a candle in hand to the master study, she was only in her nightgown and was shivering by the time she had reached the thick wooden door. It was open a crack and a flood of gas light was protruding through the darkness. She breathed in then pushed open the door.
He was sat behind his desk pouring over a large leather book, his frow wrinkled in concentration having not even noticed her entrance. She coughed so not to startle him, making him look up, the expression didn’t change for a few moments drinking in her stature in the doorway, then he beamed.
“Ah, my little maid, what are you doing up this late hour?”
“I couldn’t sleep Sir, I was worried…” She shut herself off before she exposed her feelings to her master. He seemed to know what she was about to say, and his smile spread even wider, his moustache twitching up at the sides.
“Worried about me? Ah you are a good girl, come sit” He gestured for her to sit on his lap behind the desk, she turned to stare down the black hallway wondering if anyone had seen her wondering but then placed the candle down upon the desk winding her way behind it and sat on her masters lap. He took her wide hips in his hands pressing them hard. “Now little dove, will you be so kind as to continue reading this ledger, I have to admit my eyes are tiering” She took up the large leather book, the light was dim, but she could still make out the words written in fancy swirls across the page. She began to read.
He rocked her on his knee as she did so enjoying the rhythm of her speech and patting her gently on the backside. She slipped up, she couldn’t make out a word and re-read it three times before her master corrected her. His right hand lifted her nightgown to expose her naked backside and a slap fell across her cheek.
“Try again” he ordered in his deep voice, like honey dripping in her ears. She did, correcting herself again when another slap made contact, harder this time. “Keep going” he ordered as he began to undo her buttons at the front of her nightgown, pulling apart the bows which kept her chest closely disguised. Her eyes glanced towards the door and her heart pounded fast, she hadn’t closed the door, the darkness agitated her, anyone could be hiding in the shadows watching how she whored herself for the master. Maybe the mistress would seek out forgiveness from her husband for earlier and catch her like this. She decided she would try and fulfil her masters needs quickly for she found she was excited by his desire, feeling it hot and heavy around her like an aura.
He had finished with her buttons and pulled out her breasts, her nipples were hard and erect desperate for attention, he smiled up at her as she stopped briefly to watch him.
“Go on, and no stopping or the punishment will be more severe if you do” She picked up the book once more and read on, neither caring nor understanding what she was reading, just enjoying the sensation of her master’s touch. He was playing with her nipples, flicking them slightly and making her gasp between words, his body shifted slightly so he could pick up a breast in his mouth, his other hand still firm around her waist holding her in place. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, no man had ever done this before, she didn’t realise how good it would feel, his tongue flicked over her nipple sucking and licking covering her in his saliva. Swapping to the other one she almost dropped the book; a sharp slap found her bare bottom making her whimper slightly.
She had to bite her lip hard, all the noises they were making seemed to echo ten-fold around the house in the night, reverberating in the hollow hallway she was sure they would be caught. He began sucking harder and harder on her left nipple clasping onto it and sucking his teeth brushing against it, pain made her stop for a moment, but the sharp slap made her hesitantly begin again.
Her voice trembling, she began reading once more, he smiled up at her, nipple clasped between his lips then sucking hard again, feeling her body giving into the sensation of feeding her milk began to flow. Her chest heaved with her womanly duty, and he drank deeply from her. Taking the other in his mouth to receive the same sucking hard and drinking. He drank her milk seemingly to enjoy every moment of it, she could feel him growing hard under her bare cheeks, pressing against his trousers, she wanted to feel that gift between her thighs.
Appearing to have had his fill, he let her nipple go and it fell heavy with milk against her chest, spots of her juices were dripping down onto his lap. But he wasn’t done with her yet, she could see the hunger for more in his eyes eager to take her regardless of who would hear. They both froze for a moment as light footsteps picked their way in the hallway, but they soon turned off down the stairs and a sigh of relief exhaled from them both.
Without warning her master pulled her up onto the desk, her legs either side of his hips and pulled up her nightgown exposing her large behind. He groaned out loud unable to contain his lust, he unpicked his buttons exposing his manhood, erect and starved of her tightness for too long, he plunged deep inside of her. She was hungry for him, her body was pulsating and wet for him, pushing deep inside of her over and over making her breasts heave and crash against her chest leaving milk spots all over his desk. She moaned out with the length of him having wanted him so badly all these long months, but she remembered the door and glancing once more towards it felt a hand cover her mouth. Her Masters breath was hot and smelled strongly of his signature whiskey as he groaned into her ear exiting then entering with such slow controlled precision. He was controlling her moving her back and forth for his own will, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her until he lumbered on top of her moaning into her neck and kissing her gently.
She savoured that kiss, his lips seemed to burn into her skin as she felt his load filling her deeply, knowing she had once again pleased her master. He had dug hard into her skin with his nails and left deep red scratches on either side of her hips, but she hadn’t even noticed she was beaming with the desire of pleasing her master. He fell back onto his chair breathing heavily and she clambered off the desk, they both heard it at the same time. Fast heeled footsteps from the hallways, purposefully walking towards the open study door. The maid flew to the other side of the desk and retrieved her candle just in time for the mistress to walk in.
She walked out of the shadows, her face thunderous but switched to confusion upon seeing the maid, looking from her to her husband.
“Thank you, I am heading to London soon I shall enquire, after all we can’t have you washing and changing Georges sheets every day, I will look into it” As if only just noticing his wife’s entrance he beamed at her. “Ah my love, we were just discussing a new wax sheet for George so that his bed wetting won’t put such a strain upon the household, the maid here has suggested a wax sheet what do you think? Don’t you think that shows real initiative?”
The mistress smiled back at him, their earlier argument clearly forgotten instantaneously, moving closer to the desk. Her eyes glanced over the book and the milk dotted upon the paper before him but if she had any suspicions, she didn’t show it, she had only eyes for him.
“Why yes my love, thank you” she nodded at her and the maid took this to mean she was dismissed bowing her head towards her master she bolted out of the room as quickly as she saw respectable.
Turning into the nursery the maid realised that her mistress had just thanked her for fulfilling her husband carnal needs. It made her smile with evil satisfaction.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pdc1fz/the_maid_and_her_masters_will_feeding_her_master