Anonymous - The Way Of A Man With A Maid

‘Yes, please, dear!’ I whispered back. ‘Use your mistress’s room; does your mistress… have you naked, Fanny?’ I asked softly.

‘Yes, sir,’ she whispered, blushing deeply.

‘Then I’ll do the same, dear!’ I replied with a smile as I freed her and led her to Alice’s alcove, then undressed myself in mine.

Presently Fanny emerged, stark naked, a delicious object, her face covered with blushes, one hand shielding her breasts and the other her cunt! I sprang to meet her and led her to the couch and made her sit on my knees, thrilling at the touch of her warm, firm but soft flesh.

‘What shall we do, Fanny?’ I asked mischievously as I slipped my hand down to her cunt and lovingly played with it. My caress seemed to set her on fire; she lost her restraint, suddenly threw her arms round my neck and kissing me passionately murmured: ‘Do anything you like to me, sir!’

‘Then may I suggest a little sucking first, and then some sweet fucking?’ I said softly. Her eyes beamed assent.

I laid her flat on her back, opened her legs widely, and after feasting my eyes on her lovely cunt, I applied my lips to it and tongued her till she quivered and wriggled with delight. Alice had evidently taught her this delicious pleasure. Then I got on her and thrust my prick well up her; she clasped me delightedly in her arms, and letting herself go, passed from one spending to another, wriggling voluptuously, till she had extracted from me all I could give her. I shot into her excited interior with rapturous ecstasy-and between fucking and sucking we passed a delicious afternoon!

In the enforced intervals for rest and recovery, I learnt from her all about her sexual relations with her mistress. She described the sensation of being provoked into spending by the sweet friction of Alice’s cunt against hers as something heavenly, so much so that the two girls seldom did anything else but satisfy in this way their lustful cravings and desires. One evening, Alice apparently was very randy and insisted on frigging Fanny, first tieing her down to the four bedposts, then made Fanny tie her down similarly and tickle her cunt with a feather till she spent three times. It was clear that the girls were devoted to each other. I asked Fanny what she thought would be the arrangement if we succeeded in converting Mrs Blunt to their ways; she blushed and said she didn’t think it would affect her and Alice’s relationship and she hoped Connie would sometimes spend the night at Alice’s and give her a chance!

Six

A few days later I received a note from Mrs Blunt saying that Alice was staying with her and she would be delighted if I would dine there with them quite quietly. I naturally accepted the invitation.

I was somewhat of a stranger to Mrs Blunt. I had met her more than once and admired her radiant beauty, but no more. Now that there was more than a possibility that she might have to submit herself to me, I studied her closely. She was more voluptuously made than I had fancied and was a simply glorious specimen of a woman; but she was something of a doll, rather shallow and weak-willed; and I saw with satisfaction that I would not have much trouble in terrorising her and forcing her to comply with my desires.

During the evening Alice brought up the subject of my rooms and their oddity and made Mrs Blunt so interested that I was able naturally to suggest a visit and a lunch there-which was accepted for the following day, an arrangement which made Alice glance at me with secret exultation and delighted anticipation.

In due course my guests arrived, and after a dainty lunch which drew from Mrs Blunt many compliments, we found ourselves in the Snuggery. The girls at once commenced to examine everything, Alice taking on herself the role of showman while I, in my capacity of host, did the honours. I could see that Fanny was at her post of observation-and now awaited with some impatience the critical moment.

In due course Mrs Blunt and Alice finished their tour of inspection, and made as if they would rest for a while.

‘What comfortable chairs you men always manage to get about you,’ remarked Mrs Blunt as she somewhat critically glanced at my furniture. ‘You bachelors do study your creature comforts-and so remain bachelors!’ she added somewhat significantly, as she was among our deluded friends who planned a match between Alice and me.

‘Quite true!’ I replied with a polite smile, ‘so long as I can by hook or by crook get in these rooms what I want, they will be good enough for me-especially when I am permitted to enjoy “angels” visits!’

‘That’s a very pretty compliment, isn’t it Alice?’ exclaimed Mrs Blunt as she moved towards the chair of treachery, which stood invitingly close, and gracefully sank into it.

Click!-the arms folded on her. ‘Oh!’ she ejaculated as she endeavoured to press them back.

‘What’s the matter, Connie?’ asked Alice, quickly hurrying to her friend-but in a flash I was on to her and had tightly gripped her. ‘Oh!’ she screamed in admirably feinted fright, struggling naturally; but I picked her up and carrying her to the pulleys, made them fast to her wrists and fixed her upright with hands drawn well over her head, much to Mrs Blunt’s horror! As I approached her she shrieked, ‘Help!… help!’ pressing desperately against the locked arms and striving to get loose.

‘It’s no use, Mrs Blunt!’ I said quietly, as I commenced to wheel the chair towards the second pair of pulleys, ‘you’re in my power! You’d better yield quietly!’

Seizing her wrists one a time, I quickly made the ropes fast to them, set the machinery going-and just as she was being lifted off her seat, I released the arms and drew the chair away, forcing her to stand up. In a very few seconds she was drawn up to her full height, facing Alice, both girls panting and gasping after their struggles.

‘There, ladies,’ I exclaimed, as if well pleased with my performance-’now you’ll appreciate the utility of this room!’

‘Oh! Mr Jack!’ cried Mrs Blunt in evident relief, ‘how you did frighten me! I felt sure that something dreadful was going to happen!’ then with a poor attempt to be sprightly, ‘I quite made up my mind that Alice and I were going to be…’ she broke off with a silly self-conscious giggle.

‘I gladly accept the suggestion you have so kindly made, dear lady,’ I said with a smile of gratitude, ‘and will do you and Alice presently!’ She started, horrified, and stared aghast at me as if she could not believe her ears; she seemed to be dumb with shocked surprise, and went deadly pale. I was afraid to glance at Alice lest I should catch her eye and betray her.

With an effort, Mrs Blunt stammered brokenly: ‘Do you mean to say… that Alice and I… are going to be… to be?…?’ she stopped abruptly, unable to express in words her awful apprehension.

‘Fucked is the word you want, I think, dear Mrs Blunt!’ I said with a smile; ‘yes, dear ladies-as you are so very kind I shall have much pleasure in fucking you both presently!’

She quivered as if she had been struck, then screamed hysterically: ‘No, no… I won’t… help!… help!!… help!!!’

I turned quietly to Alice (who I could see was keenly enjoying the trap into which Mrs Blunt had fallen, and her dismay) and said to her: ‘Are you going to be foolish enough to resist, Alice?’

She paused for a long moment, then said in a voice that admirably counterfeited intense emotion, ‘I feel that resistance will be of no avail-but I’m not going to submit myself to you tamely. You will have to… force me!’

‘Me also!’ cried Mrs Blunt, hysterically.

‘As you please!’ I said equably. ‘I’ve long wanted a good opportunity of testing the working of this machinery; I don’t fancy I’ll get a better one than you are now offering me-a nice long afternoon and two lovely rebellious girls! Now Mrs Blunt, as you are chaperoning Alice, I am bound to begin with you.’ And I commenced to unbutton her blouse.