Anonymous - The Way Of A Man With A Maid

I withdrew my hand. ‘You’re awfully nice and plump, dear lady!’ I remarked cruelly, as I watched her flustered face and heaving bosom; ‘if the rest of you resembles what I have just had the pleasure of feeling, you’ll give us an even more delicious time than we expected! We really must undress you to see; you won’t mind, will you?’

‘What!!’ cried Lady Betty, staring wildly at me as if unable to believe her ears, while Molly shrieked hysterically: ‘No, no.’

‘Make Molly comfortable in that easy-chair, dears, till we want her,’ I said quietly to Alice and Connie, who instantly pushed the chair of treachery up to Molly and gently forced her into it till the arms firmly held her prisoner; then they took the ropes off her wrists, as she was sufficiently under control now, Molly all the time struggling frantically, shrieking: ‘Oh, mother!… help! help!’ But Lady Betty had her own troubles to attend to, for to add to her bewilderment, Fanny suddenly appeared before her in response to my signal-and the sight of this trim, smart lady’s maid, ready to commence to undress her, was evidently an awful proof that we intended to carry out our intentions as to her and her daughter.

‘Undress Lady Betty, Fanny,’ I commanded quietly, and Fanny instantly began to do so.

‘I won’t have it!… I won’t have it!… stop her, Jack!’ screamed Lady Betty, now purple with wrathful indignation and the sense of her powerlessness, for her frantic tugs at the ropes availed her nothing. ‘Mother! oh mother dear!’ yelled Molly in an agony of dismay as she saw Fanny deftly remove Lady Betty’s hat, and then proceed to unfasten her dress. Intent on going to her mother’s help, she made desperate efforts to drag the heavy armchair after her, but Connie easily frustrated her attempts at rescue; and seeing that Molly was safe in Connie’s hands, I signalled to Alice to assist Fanny-which she was delighted to do. Between the three of us, Lady Betty’s clothes slipped off her in a way that must have been marvellous to her; by the time we had reduced her to her stays, bare legged and bare armed, she evidently saw she was doomed, and in place of threats she began to plead for some mercy. But we were deaf to her prayers and entreaties; off came her stays, then her chemise and vest, leaving her standing with only her drawers on.

‘For God’s sake, Jack, don’t strip me naked!’ she shrieked in terrible distress, her face crimson with shame. I simply nodded to Alice; a twitch at the tape, and down came the drawers-leaving Lady Betty standing naked from head to foot!

‘Oh!’ she wailed as her agonised eyes instinctively sought Molly’s and read in her daughter’s face her horrible anguish at the sight of her naked mother. ‘Cover me up! for God’s sake, cover me up, Jack!’ she piteously pleaded as she involuntarily squeezed her legs together in a despairing attempt to shield her private parts from view. Just then I touched the spring and made the ropes draw her off the ground, so that Alice and Fanny could remove the tumbled mass of her garments. ‘Oh!-h-h!’ she shrieked, as she found herself dangling by her wrists, her struggles to touch the ground exposing her person deliciously. Quickly Fanny cleared away Lady Betty’s clothes; then I let her down till she could stand erect comfortably, and joined Alice and Connie at Molly’s side, my intention now being to compel Molly to inspect her naked mother and to harrow her already tortured feelings by criticising Lady Betty’s naked charms.

She must have been a simply magnificent woman in her prime; even now, in spite of an exuberance of flesh, Lady Betty was enough to provoke any man into concupiscence with her massive though shapely arms and legs, her grand hips and round fat thighs, her full ample belly, and her enormous breasts, which though naturally pendulous, still maintained their upstanding sauciness to a marvellous degree. But what attracted all our eyes (even her daughter’s) was the hair which grew over her cunt. I do not think I ever saw such an enormous tract-a dinner plate would not have covered it! It seemed to spring from somewhere between Lady Betty’s legs, it clustered so thickly over the cunt itself that her crack was quite invisible, it extended all over her groin and abdomen and reached her navel-closely curling and silky and fully two inches deep all over her mount of Venus! A simply wonderful sight!

In spite of the attraction of Lady Betty’s naked figure, I closely watched Molly. She had been terribly distressed during the undressing of her mother, especially when the naked flesh began to be exposed, and she hysterically joined in her mother’s futile prayers and piteous pleadings, though she watched her quickly growing nudity with a fascination she could not resist; when the terrible climax arrived and Lady Betty stood naked, the poor girl uttered a heart-broken shriek as she buried her face in her hands, but I could see that every now and then she glanced stealthily through her fingers at the mother’s naked body as if unable to resist the fascinating temptation.

I turned to the three girls, who with gleaming eyes were devouring Lady Betty’s naked charms, their arms round each other. Our eyes met. ‘Isn’t she splendid, Jack!’ cried Alice enthusiastically, ‘what a lovely time she’ll give us all!’ and they laughed delightedly as Lady Betty shivered.

‘And you, my pet!’ cooed Connie to Molly, ‘are you anything like Mummy?’-and she began to pass her hands over Molly’s corsage as if to sample her body. The girls’ individual predilections were clear even at this early stage-Alice was captivated by Lady Betty’s fleshy amplitude, while Connie coveted Molly’s still budding charms.

‘Oh, don’t, Mrs Blunt, don’t!’ cried Molly flushing deeply as she endeavoured to protect herself with her hands, thereby uncovering her face. This was what I desired-I intended that Lady Betty should now be felt in front of her daughter, and that Molly should be forced to look at her mother and witness her shame and anguish and involuntary struggles, while my hands wandered lasciviously over Lady Betty’s naked body and invaded her most private parts.

‘Sling Molly up again, girls,’ I said quietly.

‘No, no,’ screamed Molly in an agony of apprehension, but in a trice she was standing upright with her hands secured over her head, her eyes full of silent terror.

‘Do you think you could slip Molly’s drawers off her without disturbing the rest of her garments?’ I asked.

‘Yes, of course!’ replied Connie-and the three girls dropped on their knees round Molly; their hands disappeared under her skirts, her wriggles and cries and agitated movements proclaiming how she was upset by their attacking hands. Then came a shriek of despair from her-and Connie rose with an air of triumph, waving Molly’s drawers!

‘Good!’ I exclaimed with a smile of congratulation. ‘Now, Connie, take Molly in your arms and hold her steady; Alice and Fanny, slip your hands under Molly’s clothes and behind her, till you can each command a cheek of her bottom!’ Merrily the girls carried out my commands, Molly crying, ‘Don’t, don’t!’ as she felt the hands of Alice and Fanny on her bottom.

‘Now, Molly, I’m going to amuse myself with your mother! You must watch her intently! If I see you avert your eyes from her, whatever may be the cause, I’ll signal to Alice and Fanny-and they will give you such a pinching that you won’t repeat the offence. Now be careful!’ and I turned towards Lady Betty who (having heard every word) was now trembling with nervous apprehension as she brokenly ejaculated, ‘Don’t touch me!… don’t touch me!’ But ignoring her pleadings, I passed behind her, slipped my arms round her and caught hold of her large full breasts.