Anonymous - A Stately English Mansion

'Now you will tell me, won't you, while I make you come again, darling', Miss Martin breathed. For a solemn moment a silence reigned and then Ethel's lips parted stickily.

'He… he took my d… d… drawers down', she whispered as though it were a way of praising herself.

'Yes, Ethel-go on', urged Miss Martin, bringing the girl's yielding mouth once more under the butterfly touches of her own. Her seeking finger below purred a path again between Ethel's sultry lovelips and the girl moaned and clutched at her, words pouring less hesitantly from her, just as Miss Martin knew they would.

Anonymous

A Stately English Mansion

While the mind of Easton turned upon his pleasures and his frustrations-not to say also the irritating (though timely) interruption he had suffered from Miss Martin, the latter was continuing to make the most of her position in the household.

For the post of a governess comes close to that of being a companion, which is to say that in a kindly household, both are above the station of a servant and yet still a measurable margin below that of their employers with whom, however, they may enjoy a greater intimacy of mind occasionally, if not also of body.

Having long inveigled herself into both realms, Miss Martin now sought opportunities to enlarge upon them, and found therein a seemingly unlikely ally in Johnson whom she knew was not so much attracted to her as that he liked to bury his doughty penis in whatever part of a female anatomy came his way.

That evening then found her in his room, much to his flustered surprise for, as much as he yearned for it, he had had until then little opportunity to engage himself with her closely.

'You could do with a better room than this, Johnson', she began beguilingly, casting a somewhat supercilious glance around the various articles of once-discarded furniture while raising her skirts slightly so that he might at least take a view of her trim ankles.

'That I could, Miss. A bit more comfort would please me no end, but I see no way to it.'

'Oh, there are ways', she replied vaguely, and then- putting on a tone of voice best described as schoolmistressy (and which sometimes caused Easton himself to quail a little)-she went on, 'Pray do sit, Johnson, and I will accommodate myself on the arm of your chair'.

“That I will, Miss. Settle your bottom close to me, will yer?' he asked with a hopeful leer.

'Tut tut, do you address the Mistress so?' Miss Martin asked slyly while seating herself closer to him than she had ever been before so that her curving hip nudged his arm.

“The Mistress?' asked Johnson in apparent surprise. He made to raise his nearest hand to place it on Miss Martin's thigh, but was immediately rebuffed.

'Come, come Johnson, I am not such a fool as to be unaware that she visits this abode of yours occasionally. Once a week, is it, or more than once? No do NOT touch me or I shall make immediate claim that you have assaulted me, which would be to nobody's liking, as I feel sure you understand. Things must not be upset, must they? Where was I now?'

'Asking of me about the Mistress was what you were a-doing', replied the manservant gruffly.

'Indeed, I was, and if you behave in the manner I expect, I may pleasure you, too. In my own way, of course. Let your hands remain idle, or I shall otherwise scream and cause a perfect commotion', continued Miss Martin running her fingers over his trouser flap and then beginning to unfasten it while Johnson's face grew flushed with pleasure.

'A st… st… strange one, you are, Miss', he groaned while nimble digits brought his weighty and half-limp penis to light. His hands moved and made to rise, but at a shaking of her head, which was accompanied by a quite severe look in her eyes, they fell once more. Therewith, too, a hiss of excitement came from his nostrils as the thick worm of flesh which lay upon her soothing palm commenced to grow beneath Miss Martin's eyes.

'I may be or I may not. I dearly wish to see this mighty engine of yours erupt, Johnson, for then I shall know better what I yet know little of.

'What… what's that, M… Miss', he gritted the while that her ever-moving, warm hand suavely persuaded his penis to double in length and girth, coaxed upright and eager as it then became.-'Gawd, I'd love to feel yer tits and yer bum', he groaned.

'As you do the Mistress's? Come, answer, for I have told you otherwise that my cries will bring the house down'.

'P'raps I does', her new conquest groaned, being once again unable to prevent himself from saying, 'Let's git my hand under yer arse at least'.

'As you do hers?' Miss Martin insisted, rubbing his erection gently.

'I… I… I… yes! Per gawd's sake don't tell anyone as what I said it, though', came from Johnson, working his buttocks back and forward while a purplish tinge of eagerness showed in his face.

'It shall be our secret. Of that I assure you. My goodness, how it pulses! What a throbber you have!'

'I begs you, Miss, just let me…”

'NO, Johnson. Such is not my way. I am no loose woman, nor one to be put upon. And Miss Bella-do you see to her as well? Have her drawers come down for your corker just as the Mistress's do?'

'N… n… not yet, Miss, but I 'as… '

'Hopes? Be good, and they may yet be fulfilled. I have a certain influence with the young lady in question, though you may have to bide your time. Deliciously ripe she now is, do you not think? Do you not?' insisted Miss Martin whose free hand engaged itself strongly in his thick hair, causing his head to be forced back.

'What a fair tease you are-I never knew the like of it', Johnson hissed.-'Go on, Miss, rub faster now and I'll come'.

'You will come, Johnson, when I say so. Pray listen carefully. Miss Bella-whom I do promise you shall endow with this great prick of yours-has certain friends of whom I wish to know more. She went riding with them this morning and will do so again the day after tomorrow. You will follow her at such a distance as will be discreet. Disguise yourself if need be. I wish to know what occurs. There will be several sovereigns in it for you, Johnson, as well as the promise of her nest to sperm. Well?'

'HAAAAR, Miss! Oh gawd, I can't 'old it back, Miss! Let go of me hair, do-it 'urts! Yes, if you say so, and keeps yer promise as I knows yer will'.

'Come then, you brute! How do you have the Mistress, eh? On her back, on her belly, or bottom up?'

'B…b…bottom… GAAAAW!' croaked Johnson. His legs thrust forward, stiffening. His thick lips showed their strains of lust. Snatching her hand away to a howl of despair from him, Miss Martin stood up and folded her arms, gazing down at him dispassionately while his thrumming tool spouted its gruelly, powerful jets, his hands clawing at the arms of the chair while his hips shuddered and soft moans mingled with sighs.

Five considerable and powerful jets Miss Martin observed with satisfaction before the arcing of his sperm became weaker, reaching only several inches over the swollen, shiny crest before even they resolved into weaker bubblings. Delicately wiping her hands together as though in some wise they had been soiled by the disruption, Miss Martin then turned towards the door while Johnson hung his head back weakly.

'You will do as I say and you will report to me. There are penalties and there are rewards. It is for you to choose, Johnson', Miss Martin said quietly.

An assenting moan came from the manservant as he watched her retreat. The devil of it, no woman had ever got the better of him before. Even so, it was a real turnup, this, a bit of a lark and all. Thus, two days later-and upon the excuse to Letitia that he had to visit the doctor- Johnson took horse and secreted himself behind the barn where he was able to watch out for the arrival of Bella's newfound friends and the subsequent departure of the trio, he following well behind them across the fields.