by Cecelie Hart
Emma stopped her blows and slipped two fingers into the maid's sopping pussy. Mabel's quim was flowing freely. It almost seemed to steam as it ran down Emma's arm. The redhead howled in lust as she was penetrated. Her cunt squeezed and sucked on Emma's fingers. She could feel the bulk of the root through the girl's shuddering flesh.
Oh... oh goodness gracious! Emma let out a moan of her own. The sensation of the cunt rippling around her hand as that beautiful bare bottom bounced and squirmed in her lap was too much to bear. She ached between her legs. She bit her lips to control herself, but she craved release.
"Edmund," Emma gasped, looking up to her husband. "Please!" she begged, opening her mouth wide in invitation. She was only permitted to cum with him inside her—but it didn't matter where.
He smiled and stood, unbuttoning his trousers. Emma almost panted in gratitude. She sank back momentarily into her chair to enjoy embrace of the housekeeper's fingers dancing on her bare, erect breasts.
His huge cock was fully hard as he let his trousers fall to the ground, every inch straining hungrily. It pointed at her like a spear as he walked across her bedroom. Still fingering the squirming maid across her lap, Emma bent forward eagerly to take him between her lips.
Her husband chuckled. "Not yet," he whispered.
Edmund reached down and plucked the root from Mabel's twitching anus. The maid gasped in both shock and relief.
"Spread her for me," Emma's husband told her with a broad grin.
Emma flinched. She let out a little pleading moan. She craved that cock herself. The strain of fighting off her climax was beginning to hurt. Surely his wife's needs were more important that of a servant? But she knew that if she disobeyed, he would deny her her release.
Keeping her fingers deep in Mabel's dripping, convulsing cunt—the maid would sorely need those soon—Emma gripped the redhead's buttocks with both hands and pried them apart with her thumbs. She gasped as Ada fingers pulled gently on her nipples. The housekeeper was showing her approval.
Despite herself, Emma bent her head for a closer look as her husband pulled the maid backwards so that her knees touched the ground. Mabel's hard and heaving bosom slid through the quim lubricating Emma's bare lap. A sweaty breast pressed between her thighs, its engorged, quivering nipple caressing her equally erect rosebud.
The maid's eyes were wide and glazed, her face slack and stunned. The poor girl looked almost delirious as she trembled from the residual heat of the ginger. Her pussy sucked hungrily on Emma's fingers. Her quim dripped down the back of her thighs.
Mabel let out a soft gasp as Edmund knelt behind her and placed the tip of his thick cock against her burning, brown flower. Her lower lip trembled and her pussy clenched down almost painfully on Emma's fingers. No doubt, the maid feared the return of the root.
Emma saw the moment Mabel realized that something else—something much larger—was about to enter her bottom. Her face stiffened. Her eyes darted as they momentarily regained their clarity Her breasts squished delightfully against her mistress's pussy. Emma almost felt pity. Yet she knew all to well how the ginger made a girl feel. But that ill had an easy cure. Mabel was about to receive her medicine.
The maid's anus was still parted from taking the ginger, but Edmund was so much larger than the root. Emma saw the girl's tight ring blanch white as it was forced to stretch open. She pulled harder with her thumbs, spreading her maid for her husband to sodomize. The maid's back arched as her bottom blossomed...
Ada's fingers dug into the lady's breasts as Mabel opened. Emma bit her lip, trembling with lust as her husband's cock drove deep into the maiden arse of the maid on her lap. Mabel squealed like a stuck pig as her anal modesty was stolen from her.
Oh, sweet Lord! Emma found herself breathing in sharp, shallow pants as her husband took her maid's arse over her. It was strangely beautiful. Mabel's adorable, heart of a bottom swallowed the shaft and fluttered it with kisses. The maid was groaning and crying, whimpering and shuddering. Emma fingers thrust hard into the girl's pussy, curling up to caress Edmund's cock through Mabel's thin, wet flesh. He was so big, so hard. Emma shivered, shocked by her excitement at witnessing such depravity up close. She'd felt such shame when her husband had taken her in this sordid fashion, her mortification compounded by the pleasure she'd experienced from the act. The abhorrent joy he'd given her had dwarfed her other climaxes. But from the way Mabel was bucking and thrashing, Emma saw she was not the only one. She bit hard on her lip. Willpower alone was preventing a forbidden orgasm. The beautiful sight of the shaking redhead convulsing with Emma's husband deep in her arse was almost more than the lady could bare.
The maid's screams turned from agony to ecstasy as the little death took her. Mabel shuddered and convulsed, then went limp. She slumped against Emma's lap, barely conscious. Edmund kept stroking his thick cock in and out of the timid maid's bottom, angling his thrusts to meet his wife's pressing fingers... Then he grunted. His massive shaft pulsed and he took his pleasure from Mabel's arsehole, spending his seed deep in her shuddering rectum.
"Keep stroking," Edmund commanded his wife as he slowly pulled his softening cock from Mabel ravaged, gaping anus.
Emma obeyed, continuing to plunge her fingers into her maid's limp pussy. A river of cum followed her husband's cock from Mabel's anus. It bubbled out and dripped down between the redhead's thighs and onto her mistress's fingers. Emma barely noticed as her hand grew sticky and her thrusts carried his potent seed deep into the maid's nubile, fertile cunt. She only had eyes for Edmund's shaft—the cure for her pressing need.
Her husband chuckled at her barely concealed desperation. He guided his softening cock to her lips and she took it eagerly into her mouth. He tasted rich and earthy, almost sickly sweet—the foul flavors of Mabel's arse. But Emma didn't care. He was inside her! Emma stopped fighting...
The little death descended upon her. With her husband's dirty cock in her mouth, her housekeeper's hands massaging her breasts and her sodomized maid draped limp across her lap, Emma almost sobbed in relief as she came. Ecstasy flooded her body, spreading through her until her toes curled and her fingers twitched in Mabel's cunt.
Edmund's cock pulsed. He held the back of her head tight as he became erect buried inside her mouth, with her tongue caressing his flesh. Still trembling from the joy of her orgasm, Emma sat pliantly as he entered her throat. Her neck bulged as he grew to full hardness inside her.
"Enough of this," he groaned.
He pulled from between her lips and tugged her to her feet. Her fingers roughly slid from poor Mabel's pussy and the maid tumbled to the floor and rolled.
Emma gasped as her husband threw her face down onto bed. She moaned as he jumped up after her, his weight pressing onto her back as he entered her from behind. To her surprise, he took her in her womanhood, plunging roughly into her cunt with no regard for her pleasure. She groaned in disappointment. Some dark, shameful part of her mind had hoped he would take her arse. When had she become such a depraved, slattern whore?
He finished quickly, his cum gushing against her young womb. He gave a satisfied grunt as he pulled from her pussy and stood.
"A good start, I think," he proclaimed as he found and pulled up his trousers.
A little sore from the brusque penetration, Emma rolled over and sat up with her thighs slightly parted. Her husband's seed slowly began to ooze from her messy pussy.
"A start?" she queried. "Edmund, what do you mean?"
He gave her a smile. "It is well past time we produced an heir," he told her. "We shall need to focus our efforts."
An heir? Emma glanced down to where his potent cum was dripping from her fertile womanhood. A baby? She had completely forgotten that part of her marital duty.
"Speaking of which," Edmund continued, turning to the housekeeper. "We should not let that go to waste."
"Yes, milord," Ada replied with a quick curtsey. She snapped her fingers and pointed between her mistress's thighs.
Emma s
Daisy gave her a curtsey, before reaching out a hand and scooping up the seed dripping from Emma's pussy. She gasped as the fingers stroked her aching lips, their tips dipping slightly inside. But then to her surprise, Daisy crouched down by Mabel's panting, limp body. The redhead whimpered weakly as the other maid worked the seed into her still virgin pussy.
"Edmund?" Emma gasped in shock and confusion.
"Ahh yes!" her husband exclaimed. "I never told you that part. Little Mabel here is to be more than your lady's maid. She will be your companion in pregnancy and, in time, the wet nurse to your baby." He grinned, "And your plaything, of course."
Emma frowned. "Edmund," she chided. "It is customary to hire a wet nurse after the birth."
His eyes sparkled. "But it is much more fun to make one," he chuckled. "And this way my son will have a half-brother his own age... a companion and servant that will grow with him."
Emma stared. What if one was a daughter? But her husband was no longer paying any attention to her. He was already turning and striding from her bedroom.
"My wife was correct," he told the housekeeper in passing. "She was partially to blame for Mabel's errant behavior. She is to remain in her room today. Do not forget her root."
Ada smiled. She'd already plucked the remaining ginger stem from the silver tray and was unwrapping the cheesecloth. "No, milord," she replied smoothly to his departing back.
Emma winced as the icily beautiful blonde walked slowly towards the bed, root in one hand. She knew better than to protest or struggle. She rolled over and lifted her bottom. She would take her figging with a stiff upper lip as a lady should!
But she couldn't help a little moan as the pulpy root pierced her anus and slammed home snug in her arse. The burn was already beginning and something told her that Edmund would not be returning to relieve her soon.
But there was no helping that. Emma would face her punishment with the dignity required of her position. No point in wasting time. Grin and bear it, old girl!
Closing her eyes, Emma clenched and let the spicy fire ignite in her beautiful, pale bottom.
♠
She woke the next morning in the manner to which she'd become accustomed. Yes... this was much better, Emma thought to herself as the tongue parted the lips of her pussy and gently probed inside.
Hmmm... the maid's technique was unfamiliar, hesitant and unrefined. Emma opened her eyes and peered down. Red hair was pooled around and across her thighs as the girl diligently but inexpertly got to work.
Emma smiled. Someone must have told Mabel about the other duties expected of her. But that meant there were other games she could be playing.
With a broad grin, Emma squirmed away from the maid's attention and scrambled up onto her knees.
"Milady," Mabel protested, her mouth glistening wetly from her mistress's quim. "My orders are to..."
"Sssh!" Emma commanded, gripping the maid by the hips and rolling her all fours. "I shall decide my morning routine." Gripping redhead's dress, she tugged it up over the girl's bottom. Hmm... Mabel learned. She was wearing petticoats today. No matter—those and her shift were flipped over the maid's back as well. Emma purred as she exposed Mabel's adorable bottom. Her hands reached out to squeeze those plump, soft buttocks. The girl's anus looked a little raw from yesterday's ginger and sodomy. It was still gaping...
Emma pursed her lips. Did hers look like that? Edmund had relented late in the evening. And while he'd been focused on the production of his heir, he had brought the housekeeper. While Emma had ridden him, Ada had gently sodomized her mistress with her strap on ivory cock. Two shafts—one flesh, one stone— had slid and slithered inside Emma, driving her to ecstasy raw and uncontrolled.
She smiled at the memory as she slid a finger into Mabel's hot, wet pussy. The redhead gasped and protested weakly—no doubt remembering yesterday's punishment.
"Sssh, Mabel," Emma chided. "You have to learn how to hold to the rules. And I am going to enjoy teaching you..."
The redhead only managed a whimper in reply. She screwed her eyes closed as shivered as Emma's thumb found her growing rosebud.
"Excellent," came a deep male voice from behind her. "Getting her ready for me, I see."
Emma started. She'd not heard the door open and had not expected Edmund this morning after last night's exertions. But there he was striding towards the bed with Ada in tow. Emma shook her head. Her husband's stamina never ceased to surprise her.
"That should be enough," Edmund added, unbuttoning his trousers. "Join her if you would."
Emma nodded to her husband and dutifully took up a position on all fours next to her maid, their bottoms raised side by side. She glanced sideways at the girl who'd be joining her on this voyage of conception, pregnancy and childbirth. Mabel was biting her lip. Oh yes... despite everything the girl was still a virgin.
There were light footsteps as Ada darted forward. Emma didn't flinch as the housekeeper deftly drove ginger roots into both upturned arses. She'd been expecting it—her husband preferred her to be a little frisky when he mounted her from behind. But Mabel squealed in surprise... and then squealed again as Edmund abruptly entered her.
The familiar burn of the ginger spreading through her body and making her pussy heat and drip, Emma listened to the damp sounds of her husband deflowering her maid. Smiling, she reached back between her legs to stroke herself as she patiently prepared for her turn...
♠ ♠ ♠
An Audience for the Hesitant Bride
Figged and Displayed
♠
Lady Emma pursed her lips critically as she stared into the full length mirror. She turned sideways, tutted then turned the other way. Her bump was still visible despite the corsets and the petticoats and the slightly unfashionable dress. She grimaced. Still, she did have to admit that it was better than the earlier options. It was unfortunate that Edmund had uncharacteristically chosen to invite guests to visit just as her pregnancy advanced to the stage where it was impossible to conceal. Perhaps that was the point. Perhaps her husband wished to show off the heir that was growing within his young wife's belly.
Perhaps... although it did seem somewhat out of character and she suspected few of her husband's friends or acquaintances had any doubts as to his virility. Emma paused and frowned. Or perhaps they might. As of yet, no bastards had come crawling out of the woodwork. Given Edmund's checkered and sordid history that did seem rather peculiar, especially given his recent demonstration of potency. Perhaps, he did feel the need to prove that his seed was strong.
Whatever it was, it was rather inconvenient. Emma's swelling stomach had necessitated both the alteration of many of her clothes and the purchase of several new dresses, none of which she liked much. A month ago she would still be able to present herself as elegantly as before. Now there was an unmistakably heaviness to her body and a roundness to her stomach. She dreaded to think what it would be like at the end. At this rate, she'd be practically bovine.
But the state of her wardrobe had undoubtedly not been foremost amongst her husband's considerations. He was far more interested in the practical aspects of her clothing than the purely aesthetic. It was more important to him that he have easy access to the delights of his bride's young body. He liked to be able to take her according to his whims, whether it be to enter her in the back seat of the carriage... or to send a maid to taste her quim as she played at the piano... or, as on one memorable occasion, to sodomize her with a croquet mallet on the manicured grass before the fourth hoop. And, of course, she was always to be ready to take her ginger.
Still, while she'd now surrendered wholly to his depravity, Emma was not about to be disgraced by appearing slovenly before her guests. She might not have any dignity in her marital bed, or anywhere else in a house full of maids all of whom knew her flavor, but she was still a lady in the eyes of the outside world.
She sighed. "This one will do," she told Mabel reluctantly. It wasn't good, but she supposed it was acceptable and that might be the best she could hope for.
"Yes milady," Mabel replied obediently, awkwardly crouching to gather the discarded alternates.
Emma pursed her lips again. Soon she would need to have Ada find her a replacement lady's maid. Mabel was a few weeks further along than she was and was showing even more prominently. Yet more proof of her husband's virility, Emma supposed. She had been a touch irked when her maid had conceived first. But it was better this way. Mabel would be ready to act as a milk nurse when Emma's child was born. Edmund had surely planned this order. At least, he'd certainly stacked the deck. In the mornings, when presented with Emma and Mabel's raised bare bottoms, he'd always chosen to spill his seed in the pretty maid before entering his wife. It made sense, but that didn't mean it wasn't irritating. Not only did he last longer on his second turn, but when Mabel got with child it meant Emma then had to bear Edmund's full attentions alone. Her tastes were an open secret. She much preferred it when he let the maids serve her, only swooping in at the end when his unusual rules left them at an impasse and unable to bring her to completion without his presence inside her.
Edmund's obsession with testing her fidelity to those rules had not ceased, although it had slowed as her condition became more delicate. Mabel no longer always woke her mistress with a soft kiss between her thighs—although to Emma's relief that hadn't stopped entirely. His wife's morning ginger was no longer administered daily. Emma still met her husband for breakfast each morning, but now her arse would only be clenching around a burning root three or four days during the week. Today, she'd been entirely without carnal pleasure. Emma wasn't sure she approved. She was feeling a touch testy—it seemed one could get so accustomed to all sorts of shameful depravity that one missed them when they were gone.
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