Anonymous - A Man with a Maid IV

So much for philosophizing. What I mean to say, dear reader, is that I had made up my mind to propose wedlock to sweet Alice upon her return the following week, yet at-the same time to warn her that if she did accept my honorable proposal, it did not at all imply that I should forsake all other women save only her. Nay, I proposed to explain to her that if I henceforth should ban all other lovely femininity from my attentions, it would be but a poor compliment to her; the true proof of my lasting affection for her that would be that after each escapade, I should return the more ardently to claim her marital favors and thus demonstrate that for all the temptations of the others, her charms were those which most made my prick ardent and constant in her service.

Yet as I pondered all this happy and doubtless complicated future in store for me, I could not help remembering Marion’s father flirtatious and parting remark to me that if sweet Alice would not have me, perhaps she would instead.

I must wed one or the other, since only on some desert island or in some primitive and backward land could I take both sisters to my bed without being jailed for outrageous bigamy. Of if I should change my mind and sue for Marion’s hand in marriage, then Alice would be outraged in jealousy and I could expect no alliance with her and her sweet maid Fanny in future. Yet conversely, if I wed Alice as I fully intended, Marion would remain my secret ally until such time as she deemed it proper to tell her younger sister that she no longer detested me and would no longer stand in the way of our happiness. So that point was settled.

And so, dear reader, when the following Tuesday, blushing Fanny knocked discretely at my door, upon my admitting her, curtsied and stammered that her dear mistress was longing to see me at my earliest convenience. I kissed her on both cheeks and then exclaimed, “Dearest Fanny, I too, long to see your mistress, for I have news to impart to her that will bring us together forever.”

“Oh, Mister Jack, do you mean that you are going to ask her to marry you?”

“Fanny, you are as perceptive as you are lovely,” I-chuckled as my hand slipped down to her delicious bottom and squeezed it lingeringly while my lips moved from her satiny and blushing cheeks to her rosy mouth.

“Ohh, sir, how happy that will make me, and Miss Alice most of all!” the dear girl effusively exclaimed.

“But,” I continued with a teasing gravity suddenly come into my voice, “once I properly wed your mistress, my dear Fanny, are you not aware that a man must cleave only unto his wife and forsake all others? And do you think your mistress, once my legal consort, will permit you to share our pleasures as before? Give thought to it, Fanny, before you so enthusiastically acclaim this future event.”

The sly little baggage only hugged me the tighter, pressing herself most lasciviously against me, while she whispered into my ear, “Oh, Mr. Jack, I’m sure that my mistress won’t become overnight such a shrew! In fact, but I don’t dare tell you-”

“Tell me what, Fanny?”

“Oh, sir, I shouldn’t dare!” she gasped, averting her lovely face, but blushing all the more deeply.

“Perhaps,” I playfully threatened her, “a visit to the Snuggery will loosen your tongue, especially when I take a thin swishy birch to your pretty bottom!”

“Oh, that would be cruel, sir, unless-after that-” the naughty minx intimated.

“It seems to me, my girl, that you have difficulty in finishing your sentences today. Unless what, pray tell?” I urged. “Quickly, now, or I shall be most vexed with you, and then I am afraid I shall have to birch you after all, but without granting you that consolation which I think you are hinting at.”

Fanny uttered a deep sigh and then finally and boldly stared at me, her eyes sparkling: “You mustn’t be afraid that Miss Alice will keep me out of the lovely little games we’ve had, sir,” she whispered. “On our way back to London, she warned me very strictly that if you and she should wed, I must be as obedient to you in serving all your needs as she expects me to be to her in serving hers.”

This joyous news consoled me at once for the mere prospect of losing my bachelor’s freedom. And as Fanny continued to press and wriggle against me, my prick wished also to accord this charming girl her recompense for bringing me such thrilling news.

“Why, then, Fanny dear,” I retorted, “do you go back to your mistress and tell her that perhaps we may take supper in my apartment this very evening. I shall order down the street from the caterer and provide something particularly tasty, as well as some vintage champagne to celebrate her return and the advent of our nuptials.”

“I will tell her as soon as I leave, Mr. Jack,” was the naughty girl’s sly answer, and the roguish glance which she sent me from under those thick curling lashes of hers intimated that she would not very much mind if I delayed her in returning to her mistress.

“So you missed me, too, did you, Fanny?” I muttered as my hands now moved upwards and round to squeeze her luscious titties, the while she locked her arms all the more tightly around me and clung to me as if I were her very salvation.

“Oh, sir, you don’t know how much,” she whispered back, hiding her face in the crook of my shoulder. “In fact, Miss Alice had to give me a good smacking because I had my mind so much on the Snuggery that I was quite remiss in serving.”

“Then after she smacked you, did she console you in the way you both learned here in this very Snuggery?” I teased her. She could only nod, her cheeks flaming furiously.

“Well, since your mistress evidently expects you to return posthaste,” I continued, “we shall not have very long for our own little reunion, Fanny dear. And the news you bring me is so delightful that I do not feel at all inclined toward punishing you. So instead you shall have your reward. What would you like best?”

“Oh, Mr. Jack, I’d like you to fuck me right now!” the delicious baggage gasped.

I must confess that I am not so indiscriminate a rake as to be enthralled simply by the prospect of fucking for itself alone. I love dalliance and prolongation, but in this instance I thought I could make an exception, since obviously Fanny was quivering with impatience which had been roused by the absence of her mistress and herself from my presence all this while. Yet, since I have always said that a prick has no conscience, I found it willing, ready and more than able to service Fanny’s immediate needs without much regretting that I, its master, would not spend more time in preparing Fanny’s sweet terrain for the most languorous and satisfying of fuckings. I thereupon proposed that she try a pose which would do admirably well in view of the need for haste, and she swiftly readied herself for the venture.

Seated on the couch, my swollen organ liberated from trousers, I had a kind of foretaste of my harem-like pleasures as Alice’s lovely maid hoisted up skirt and petticoats, let down her drawers, and seated herself upon me with her back toward me, impaling herself on my readied spear and actually using her own soft little hand to guide my weapon into her warm moist tight bower. This left my hands free to squeeze and fondle her panting titties, and I kissed the back of her neck and sucked each dainty earlobe and flicked it with my tonguetip while she wriggled and squirmed, arched and sank down till finally both of us were carried away by the sublime completion to our communal excitement.

After she had tidied herself, she blushingly returned to sit on my lap and to cuddle me for a moment while she whispered, “It will be so wonderful when you are Miss Alice’s husband, because then, as the man, you’ll be the lord of the household and will give the orders, so that Miss Alice can’t always punish me just because she wants to.”