(Maid and her Master, only this time the Mistress tags along. Im enjoying my developing sotryline and ofcourse its fun to write ;p )
The mistress was crying again, howling cries muffled by her pillow, as she lay on their four posters alone once again. Hadn’t she portrayed the perfect wife tonight? She had smiled, chattered nonsense and retained the most perfect countenance even when presented with a topic she knew nothing about. However hard she tried her husband would always shake his head in disapproval, retaining any misconduct, so to throw them into an argument upon their return, giving him reason to be angry.
She sniffed, wiping her eyes of their damp residue and turned in her heavy gown, it crackled underneath her as though it too longed to break away from her body. Standing up she gazed at her doe eyed reflection in the long looking glass. The light of the gas lamps smothered her in a burnt, orange glow which defined her red eyes and nose even further. She sighed taking hold of the intricate ribbons tied at her back and pulled non too gently, practically ripping them from their holes, tearing the dress from her body over her head. She was stood in her cream slip, the silk caressing her body giving her a better shape than that of the dress, which focused too strongly upon her flat chest.
Untying her intricately woven hair letting it fall behind her back reaching just past her shoulders she looked once more at herself.
“How ghastly” she muttered out loud, taking in her pale gaunt face, tight pink lips and greying hair. She ran her fingers to detangle the curls and after a quick glance towards the door, removed her slip. The sigh deepened, her body sagged, no longer were her perk breasts and tight stomach reflecting to her with smiling innocence upon her face, marriage and lack of substance from it had drained her of her beauty and love. Leaving a sagging old shrew. At least that’s what she had been acustom to believe, over all these years of being ignored and tormented, clearly the fault lye in her if her husband saught anything other company.
They had produced a child, out of expectation, and after all their miscarriages she was glad that at least was over, but she had enjoyed his attention and lavish gifts in anticipation of a birth. Now that was gone, now George was here, and he had his heir, and her life was what over? Was that all she was good for now? She pulled her slip back over her head but as she did, she heard a distinct creak from the corridor. Someone was up sneaking about clearly. Maybe it was him?
Turning down her gas lamps so to not draw attention to her opening door, she slipped out of her room and into the corridor. The creek came again, and she noticed that the steps were moving towards the study, she followed silent as the dead with her undressed feet cold upon the wooden blanks.
She heard what sounded like panting as she approached the ajar study door, she stopped and breathed in deeply. Did she really wish to know what lucid hobbies her husband had picked up behind her back, to know who he was doing it with? Her malevolent curiosity overtook, feet padding slowly across the last few inches reaching the door in time to see her husbands’ hands wrap around the new maid’s waste. She was smiling, enjoying his attention her body leant expertly across the desk exposing her backside to him as his hand slapped her across it.
The mistress held her gasp, shock wasn’t something she often felt living with her husband, but this was new. Usually, his fancies took him to London or the grounds away from the house, never had he conducted such grotesque lust within the home they shared. Her eyes were wide, but she found she couldn’t look away an obscure curiosity overwhelmed her and fear of being caught watching him made her freeze, unable to breath.
“Now little Maid, turn around and take your wanted gift” The maid turned from her position and bending down in front of the desk took his hardness into her mouth, he pushed her head roughly, so she chocked and gagged on him, but he didn’t care, the motions continued until she spluttered almost sick and coughed out begging him for forgiveness.
The mistress felt her body tingle as something inside of her woke, eyes eager for more she risked moving slightly to the left so to enhance her position watching them with excitement she had never experienced before.
The maid took him into her mouth once more, licking clumsily up and down trying to rectify her misconduct but it seemed the mistake had already been made. The master vigorously pulled her around exposing her behind once again and slapped her hard, twice, three times, the maid cried out in muffled pain trying to supress her anguish as he continued to punish her.
From her advantage point the mistress could feel herself weakening on her feet her body seemed to pulse and rise with heat, she could feel herself getting wet between her thighs and so slopped down slightly so to be crouched at the doorway. She pulled up her slip, moving automatically to rub her erect nipple with one hand the other finding its way between her soaking thighs.
“Beg for me Maid, I can feel how much you want me, but I want to hear you begging for it” The masters hands were all over the young girl’s body, pulling at her fastenings and exposing her enhanced breasts playing with her nipples making her moan out. “I can’t hear you” He pulled harder on her nipples and from behind began rubbing his erection against her thighs.
The mistresses’ hands were working herself into a frenzy, she was watching all of this with impatient eyes willing the maid to obey wanting to touch her to feel him like that too, but also retaining a guilty pleasure from them oblivious to her watching. She was surprised they could not hear her as she played with herself, wetness dripping down her hand and moaning slightly along with the maid, but they were obviously too involved in their own pleasure.
“Master, please…please take me…I need you” The maids voice was slight in the darkness, and she received another harsh blow to her thigh.
“I am sorry, what did you say?” The maids’ eyes flashed towards the open door, the mistresses heart thudded in her ears, she was sure she had been spotted that her saudade devilish desire would be exposed.
“Please…Master…I want YOU” This time she was louder than before, enhancing the last word as the Master entered her roughly from behind. The mistresses’ hands cupped her breasts rubbing them against the silk shift, relishing every moment of it her eyes not able to move from the two enraptured bodies moving against one another to a harsh rhythm. The maid cried out over and over, as her husband pushed deeper and deeper his grunting increasing with every movement sweat dripping from his brow with the effort of his own pleasure.
From the doorway the mistress was rocking her body in unison, trying hard to keep her moans guarded as she heard the groans and slaps of their pleasure. Her hand worked quickly between her thighs and just as her husband cried out pushing himself deep into the maid and collapsing on top of her. The mistresses, for the first time in years, body convulse then release in a twitching euphoria. She knelt there, her shift soaked with her own juices, hair out of place, her nipple still clasped with the other hand experiencing the most sublime feeling of wickedness.
The maid and Master exchanged a few words between them, and she knew that the maid had gotten no release from her master’s exchange which made her even more elated. Knowing that both her and her husband had used this girl for their own selfishness pleasure.
She trapsed slowly back into her room closing the door gently behind her and grinning broadly, wasn’t that the point of the maid? To be used.
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