by MIMI WILDE
“She feels pretty good,” Isobel said. “Her nipple is like rubber.”
“Taste it,” Louis said.
“She can’t do that,” Lady Josephine said.
Louis turned his hard eyes on her. “Are you denying me?”
“No,” she said. “No, but she shouldn’t do this. It’s wrong.”
“It’s only wrong if I say it’s wrong,” Louis said. “I want for her to taste your fucking tit. I want her to suck on it like she’s a baby.”
Isobel giggled as she leaned over and took Lady Josephine’s nipple in her mouth. She sucked on it fiercely for a moment, and Lady Josephine shivered at the tingling sensation. Then Isobel released the nipple and giggled again.
“Touch her between the legs,” Louis said.
This time even Isobel seemed uneasy but she didn’t hesitate long. Isobel’s small hand went between Josephine’s legs. Her fingers curled and rubbed against Josephine’s plump pussy lips. Josephine shivered again.
“She’s wet,” Isobel said.
Louis said smugly, “I thought she might be.”
Lady Josephine felt as if her body was betraying her yet again. Her knees felt weak as Isobel explored between her legs. Then a finger stabbed into her and she cried aloud in shock and surprise. Isobel giggled again. Her finger moved around inside Lady Josephine’s pussy in a wide circle.
“You shouldn’t,” she whispered, but she wasn’t trying to escape.
Isobel’s finger found Josephine’s clit. Her tiny bud was just so damned sensitive and she jumped again as Isobel rubbed it. Isobel was enjoying herself. She leaned forward again, sucking at Josephine’s nipple.
“You two kiss,” Louis said.
It was really getting out of hand. It was not what she wanted. But Isobel kept that finger working in her pussy and she didn’t try to avoid her maid’s lips. Her mouth was soft, pliable, wet. Josephine opened her mouth and tasted Isobel’s tongue. Oh Lord, how wrong this was. Not with another woman.
But the kiss was so hot and wet and that finger was doing things to her.
Josephine moaned. She struggled against the fire in her belly but then shrugged her shoulders. Oh damn it, she thought. I can’t fight it anymore. She parted her legs a little and sucked at Isobel’s tongue. Her hips started moving in response to that that probing finger.
“On the bed now,” Louis said.
Lady Josephine walked slowly over to her bed. She dropped down on her knees and then rolled over on her back. Without being told, she spread her legs open wide. She watched Isobel come closer to the bed. Isobel stretched out nearly on top of her and really began to suck on her nipple. Her hand went back between Josephine’s legs, her fingers thrusting in and out.
“Oh, much better than a French post card,” Louis said.
Lady Josephine just relaxed and went along with everything, just as she had done with her lover in Africa. She squirmed at the finger probing her, hunched down on it as she felt the fires growing once more. Oh, she was a whore. She grew all easy and hot at just a touch.
Again, the finger brushed against her clitty, making her jump.
“Undress,” Louis told Isobel.
The young blond was in a hurry. She jumped from the bed and started stripping off her layers of clothes. Her body was young, firm, with really large breasts. There was a mass of blond curls between her legs. She showed herself off without shyness. It obviously wasn’t the first time Isobel had stripped off her clothes in front of Louis. Lady Josephine wondered how often it had been, and how much fucking was going on downstairs in the servant’s quarters.
Isobel stretched out beside Lady Josephine on the bed once more. Her hands were rough from work but they gently moved down her body. Isobel stroked both her breasts, tweaking at her nipples. Josephine sighed softly. Isobel moved closer and sucked one of the nipples. Then her tongue brushed against Josephine’s skin under her breast and then lower, a trail of wet down Josephine’s quivering belly. Josephine sighed again as Isobel moved down between her legs.
Spreading Lady Josephine’s legs even wider, the cute little blond maid pressed her lips against Josephine’s pubic hair. Her tongue moved around in the curling, springy hair for a few moments and then the blond moved closer. Her lips touched Josephine’s pussy lips
“Oh,” Josephine cried. “Oh, oh.”
Her lover and young Royce had put their tongues into her, but never a woman and now she discovered that a woman could do wonderful things. Isobel’s tongue slipped into Josephine’s pussy and immediately found her clitty. Josephine thought she was going to jump out of her skin.
Nearby Louis stroked himself. His horse cock was stiff again, powerful and angry looking. As young Isobel sucked on Josephine’s pussy, he walked behind Isobel He positioned her as he wanted her and Josephine felt Isobel jump as he must have shoved his cock into her pussy. Her body shook each he fucked her.
Josephine found herself stroking the blond head of her maid. Isobel was so damned good at what she was doing. She kept making guttural noises as her hips came up off the bed. Isobel’s tongue was like a small, fiery cock inside her, but it even more than that. Isobel seemed to know all the places to lick that were most sensitive.
“Oh fuck,” Josephine cried. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Her orgasm was quick but savage. It caused her body to tense up so tightly, it almost hurt and then the sudden release was so fucking sweet. Her juices filled Isobel’s mouth but Isobel didn’t seem to mind. Josephine could hear her swallowing.
Isobel’s body jerked as if she had been coming at the same time, and perhaps she had. Louis shoved his cock into Isobel a few more times and then he pulled it out of her. He slapped her hard on the ass and Isobel jumped and scrambled away.
“Stand in the corner,” he demanded.
Isobel went meekly to the corner and stood. She had no idea what Louis was up to but she had the feeling it would involve more humiliation for herself. She was right. He walked up to her head and gripped her by her short dark hair. His fierce cock pressed her cheek.
“Do you know where my cock has been?”
She nodded.
“Tell me out loud, whore,” he said. “When I ask a question, answer.”
She nodded again but then quickly said, “your cock was in Isobel.”
“My cock was in Isobel’s pussy, you mean,” Louis said.
“Yes, sir,” she said. “It was in her pussy. It was in Isobel’s pussy.”
In the corner she heard Isobel giggle again. That damned giggle could get infuriating. It just seemed like Louis was determined to take more and more of Josephine’s will. Maybe he was after her soul. Whatever it was, she could feel her sense of self draining away. It wasn’t like he was forcing her to obey him. It was as if she wanted to obey him.
“Lick me clean then,” he said.
Was there no humiliation he would spare her? He jerked her head to his prick and she took it in her mouth. She licked him clean of Isobel’s juices and kept licking even when she could no longer taste pussy on his cock.
“Roll over, milady,” he said. “Roll over, whore.”
She rolled over onto her stomach and he yanked her legs back so that she was at the end of her bed. He put a pillow underneath her to raise her up and then adjusted her for his entrance. In a short while she had almost forgotten how big his cock was. It stretched her again as he pressed it into her. He went all the way to his big, heavy balls.
“Yeah,” he said. “This is fucking good. You are so fucking good.”
He filled her so completely. He pulled back and slammed into her again, shaking her body. He slipped his hands around her body and gripped her breasts. He started fucking her in slow, deep strokes as he squeezed.
“You ae going to learn to love being on your knees,” he assured her.
He started pushing into her a little deeper and harder, and his balls kept slapping her hard. Isobel was giggling again. She felt tired but already the feeling was growing in her again, and she k
new she was going to come. It was crazy but Louis seemed to bring out the animal in her. Her ass shook faster as Louis increased his thrusting.
“The fucking whore is getting into it now,” Isobel said, giggling again.
She wanted to slap Isobel, but even more she wanted those sweet vibrations shaking her again. She was truly getting into it as she pressed back against him as rapidly as he could. His fat cock jumped inside her and she felt him leaking.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Give it to me hard. Give it to me.”
His hands felt as if he was squeezing her breasts off as he gave her another hard, savage thrust.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped.
He came at almost the same time as the violent spasms shook her. It left her drained, exhausted. He thrust into her a few more times as his cum finished shooting into her. She dropped flat on the bed. He pulled his cock out of her and rubbed his leaking cum between her asscheeks.
Louis got off the bed. He slapped her hard on the ass and she jumped.
“I want something to drink and eat,” Louis said. “Go down to the kitchen and get me a slice of that veal we had for supper and some fruit. And some of the good red wine.”
“Send Isobel,” she said.
He slapped her on the ass again. “I want you to go. Just like you are.”
She understood. More humiliation. She knew she could not go down to the kitchen and return without someone seeing her. He wanted someone to see her. She opened the door and left her bedroom. She walked down the stairs. One of the maids was cleaning up near the dining room. She looked up at her but didn’t seem surprised to see that she was naked, and cum was leaking down the insides of her thighs.
She went down the second set of stairs to the kitchen. The rest of the footmen and the maids were sitting around the table. The cook got up as if she knew why Lady Josephine was there. She prepared a plate of leftovers and handed it to Josephine. Everybody was looking at her, ogling her, smiling.
“You need anything else, milady?” the cook asked.
People around the table laughed. She blushed red, and hurried out of the kitchen and back up the stairs to her room.
…..
When Lord Samuels returned the next day, she was at the door to greet him. He looked a little surprised at the enthusiasm in her voice. Their relationship had always been someone restrained. How could she explain that she was only obeying her instructions. From now, on things were going to be different at their home.
That night she did not make love to her husband. She fucked him. She climbed on top and she rode him to completion, and then she went between his legs and licked his cock clean.
He was astonished.
He had no idea she was trying to save her ass from a paddling.
REBECCA
They had spent the morning in the communal hall listening to the men speak and then the afternoon preparing the meal and serving the elders at the long wooden tables in the dining room. Rebecca served her own husband and then was allowed to sit beside him and eat as were several others of the older married women in the congregation. The younger married women were not as fortunate as there were a thousand things left to be done in preparation for the evening service.
Out of the corner of her eye Rebecca noticed a furtive Sally Jackson avoiding the eye of her husband and slipping out the back of the congregation hall. Rebecca had been concerned about Sally for some time. The young, attractive blond was in her support group, but Rebecca had been group mother when Sally was born. Rebecca had been nineteen herself, then, newly married, and full of hope for babies of her own. There had been no babies and twenty years later Sally was married and supposedly ready to assume her role as a daughter of the faith.
But there was a rebellious streak in Sally. It had been apparent early on. Her parents had punished her severely and often for her behavior, and it had been Rebecca, who had been Sally’s confident and friend. But lately, even Rebecca could not reach through the shell of bitterness and anger Sally built around herself. Sally had not wanted to marry so young and especially not the tall, frail Charles Jackson. The marriage was not going well.
“He disgusts me,” Sally told Rebecca in confidence.
“You are bonded in the faith,” Rebecca said. “You shouldn’t speak of him in such a way.”
“You’re just spouting the same old stuff we’ve heard all our lives,” Sally said.
“It’s been the way of our faith for a thousand years,” Rebecca said.
“I hate a faith that says I have to marry a man I can’t stand,” Sally said.
That had been the last time Rebecca had been able to talk to Sally. After that, Sally had stopped confiding in her and had seemed to accept her marriage. But Rebecca couldn’t help but think something was still very wrong.
“If you’ll excuse me, husband,” Rebecca said, as she stood up from the table. She saw a few concerned and disapproving eyes on her as she walked around the table and followed Sally’s direction through the side door. She was disrupting routine and her faith was based on routine. They were a sect of people who had lived in Pennsylvania for many years and were often mistaken for the Amish. They were not Amish, though they dressed in the same fashion and avoided most modern conveniences.
Rebecca left the hall and turned right, still trying to find out where Sally had gone. She walked around the corner of the building and found a brightly colored van parked there. Sally was standing by the van talking to a young man her own age. He was a tall, slim, very good looking young man He took Sally by the arm and pulled her up through the sliding doors of the van.
“Sally,” Rebecca said.
Her young friend turned to her with a sad face. “I’m sorry, Becca. I just can’t do this anymore. This place makes me crazy. It’s always made me crazy.”
“You can’t just leave,” Rebecca said, searching frantically for the right words to convince her young friend not to run away. “They’ll banish you from the church. They’ll take your name off the rolls.”
“If it’s true that sin removes your names from the ledger of the elite,” Sally said, “then I’ve already been banished. Bobby has taught me what it means to be a real woman.”
With sudden shocked understanding, Rebecca looked from Sue to Bobby’s smug, arrogant smile. Sally had been unfaithful to her husband. Rebecca should have felt disgust, but instead something else went through her body, a tingle of electric excitement she had not known in a long time. Rebecca had also been given in marriage to a much older man. There had been no children and now sex between them was almost non-existent. There were times when Rebecca dreamed of something more, but she quickly pushed the thoughts away.
But how would it be with a strong, muscular, young man.
“Come with us, Becca,” Sally said.
“What”
“Come with us. Come with us before you’re a sick, dried up old prune like the rest of the women around here.”
“I couldn’t do anything like that,” Rebecca said.
“There’s always room for one more,” Bobby said.
Rebecca hesitated. She knew the right thing to do, but somehow she couldn’t make herself move. She might have remained rooted to the spot forever, except another man got out of the van. This man was older than Bobby, more her own age, and powerfully built. It looked like his massive hand could have spanned her waist. He had short cropped black hair and rugged features. His nose had been broken a few times and there was a scar under his eye. He had a military bearing.
“Get in the fucking van,” he said. “Before those fucking nuts realize something is going on.”
Sally and Bobby scrambled up into the van and the man took three steps to Rebecca and took her by the elbow.
“I’m Jason Redwing,” he said. “I bet we’re going to be really good friends.”
Later, she would tell herself she went along with it because she wanted to save Sally, but perhaps the truth was that she had powerful needs of her own that had long been unfulfil
led. Whatever the answer was, there was a commanding presence in Jason Redwing and she allowed him to pull her up into the van and close the door behind her.
There was only one window in the back of the van and it let in a dim light. There were no seats, only a blanket stretched out on the metal floor and Sally and Bobby were on the blanket. Bobby was kissing her feverishly and playing with her breasts. In all her life Rebecca had never seen two people making love. It made her feel strange.
“What am I doing?” Rebecca asked herself.
Sally tried to scramble out from under Bobby as his kisses grew more insistent.
“Not in front of her,’ Sally protested.
Bobby raised his head as if realizing for the first time that Rebecca was in the van. “Maybe she wants some of it too.”
“Bobby,” Sally said, in shock.
“You’d better keep me happy, baby,” Bobby said, a low threatening tone in his voice. “Or I’ll see if Momma here can use a little of my joystick”
Sally looked hurt and insulted, but Rebecca noticed that she immediately put her arms around Bobby and pulled him back to her, kissing him with a feverish intensity she hadn’t shown before. And Sally made no protests as Bobby started to undo the buttons of her dress.
“Surely he can’t be planning to do it here, in front of me,” Rebecca thought
It seemed it was exactly what he was planning because he undid Sally’s dress all the way down the front and peeled it apart. Sally was wearing the traditional three pieces, dress, heavy slip, bra for her undergarments, but Bobby reached down and peeled her slip up to her waist.
“Help me with the panties,” he gasped.
Sally’s eyes met Rebecca’s and she looked unhappy, but there was also something else that was surprising. In Sally’s face was an animation Rebecca had never seen before. The child was excited at being treated so roughly,
Sally kicked off her panties as Bobby sat up and undid his belt and pulled his jeans down to his knees. He wore tight blue boxers which he pulled away to release his rock-hard prick. Rebecca gasped. She had never seen any cock but her husband’s and then only in dim light, but Bobby’s looked twice as large as her husband’s It was long and thick, with a plum shaped head. She caught only a glimpse of it as Bobby stretched out between Sally’s legs.