Anonymous - A Man with a Maid IV

In a moment I was deep inside her sheath, which was already moist and tightening with love, as she clasped me ferociously with her arms and legs and arched and twisted under me until our spasm passed deliriously.

Now Fanny was summoned to lie on her back, and her wrists and ankles were made fast to the two top corners and the lower ones. Alice then touched the levers which I had indicated to her sometime before, and Fanny’s legs were straddled a full yard apart, while her arms were tractioned and spread equally wide.

The magnificent nakedness of her ivory body was tautly presented, but Alice now shoved a cushion under her behind, pinching her nipples until Fanny squealed and arched herself up to permit this.

“Now then, Jack, I am going to prepare you to fuck Fanny,” my wife whispered to me as she went down on her knees, fondled my organ and began to flick her dainty pink tongue against the quivering tip of my ramrod.

I can assure you it did not take long to reinvigorate me for this task, what with Alice’s Frenching me and my eyes remaining all the while on Fanny’s straddled helpless naked body, watching those luscious round titties rise and fall in the violent upheaval of her emotions. Her stinging naked bottom was pressing against the couch, and it was obvious that her own emotions were furiously excited by this time.

When Alice judged that I was hard enough to service Fanny, she slapped me on the bottom and urged, “Now give it to her good, and after that she shall have the rest of her smacking!”

“Oh, Miss Alice, not more, please, not after this!” Fanny wailed.

I was already astride my beautiful wife’s maid, and in a trice my prick was buried to the hilt inside her tight warm moist cunt, and she began to moan and sob, “Oh, sir, oh it’s so good-oh, Mr. Jack, I’m in heaven, oh do it to me good-ooh-aah- ooooh! ”

Alice allowed Fanny a reprieve to get her breath and to rouse herself from the sweet languor into which this vigorous fucking had plunged her. Then she handed me a little switch and said, “I have decided that you shall switch Fanny’s legs and stomach while I kneel over her and get her to excite me so you can fuck me a sweet goodnight, darling Jack!”

Was ever man blessed with so cooperative and inventive a wife as I!

Bending over the couch, I flicked the little thin switch Alice had handed me over Fanny’s inner thighs and belly, drawing frantic wriggles and squeals from the naked beauty. Alice, meanwhile, squatting down over Fanny’s face, pinched her nipples and forced her to gamahuch her until my darling wife was so roused that she hurried over to me and took hold of my cock and panted, “I must have him now, darling, I simply must!”

And thus our first night back in London was spent in spending, and I had begun my husbandly harem by acquiring sweet Fanny as a loveslave to service both my beloved wife and myself!

So a new life began for me, householder, husband and master of a beautiful, passionate young wife and her flirtatious and seductive maid. For ten full days I enjoyed the conclusion of my honeymoon in my own home terrain, without interruption. However, about the seventh afternoon, a messenger rang my bell to bring me a note from none other than Molly Bashe, and at a most inopportune moment. I was only in my dressing robe and slippers, and I was whiling away a very rainy and dreary afternoon in the most delightful of fashions: namely, having charming Fanny spread-eagled on the settee-couch on her belly with sweet Alice seated with yawning thighs and clad only in her hose and vest, her mossy lovegarden proffered to Fanny’s adoring mouth whilst Alice’s fingers entwined in her maid’s hair, leaving me the clear field of Fanny’s luscious bottom and thighs to smack with a battledore until the dear girl agreed to let me introduce my organ into the tender and furtive little orifice between her buttocks.

I have not often performed this oblique and backward tribute to Venus, but it was my own dear wife who so naughtily suggested it. Fanny at once began to wring her hands and implore mercy, swearing it would never go in, whereupon Alice had immediately sentenced Fanny to a sound smacking to overcome her misgivings and also to punish her for impertinence towards her mistress.

No, dear reader, far, from being disgruntled over my loss of bachelor freedom, it appeared to me that, if the first days of wedlock were any omen upon my own home grounds, I should look forward to a riotously ecstatic existence, where my only problem would be to summon up sufficient energy to share among the lovely members of my willing harem!

I tipped the messenger at once and put Molly’s message into the pocket of my gown, then hurried back to the Snuggery. Fanny was still squirming and wriggling and sobbing, but all the same she was gamahuching Alice most enthusiastically as I entered and once again cast off my robe to evince my manhood, which was in violent erection.

“What was that, darling?” Alice panted, while she twisted her fingers in Fanny’s hair and forced her lovely maid to use her tongue into that pink gape which was so dear to me.

“A message requesting that I visit an old friend, dear,” I glibly responded, “and I sent back word that of course I was otherwise occupied.”

“I rather think you would,” Alice slyly responded with a giggle. “Now keep on smacking Fanny’s bottom soundly, darling, because I am dying to see you bugger her!”

“It appears, my charming wife, that you have become a very aggressive sadist, if the truth be known. Poor Fanny will have to endure the pangs of the flights of your fancy, it would appear,” I laughed. I took up the battledore, seated myself on the edge of the settee-couch and began to smack those lusciously rounded nether cheeks, already flaming from my previous attentions. Fanny began to arch and wriggle and squirm, rubbing her pussy to and fro against the thick upholstery of this couch of captivity, and I suspected that she was not entirely displeased with the sensations received both fore and aft, judging from her moans and sighs and little whimpering gasps as well as from her frantically hurried looks over her beautiful ivory shoulders at my flush and intent face. It was really a charming sight to behold this dark-haired vivacious maid lying on her belly with her legs straddled hugely to give access to her most intimate parts, her arms equally drawn well apart and fixed immutably to the other end of the couch, while my own dear wife in vest and stockings and her beauty bare from waist to mid thigh, crouched on her knees and lifted up Fanny’s head by dint of twisting her fingers in Fanny’s hair to force our lovely maid to gamahuch her.

“Maybe you should use a birch rod, her bottom is so big and hard,” Alice said tauntingly.

“Ohh, Mr. Jack, please don’t do that, sir!” Fanny tearfully begged, “That awful smacking is making my poor bottom terribly sore, truly it is!”

“In that case, you naughty girl, tell your master that you are ready for him to bugger you, and maybe he will spare you the rod,” was Alice’s rejoinder.

To add more persuasive eloquence to my lovely wife’s argument, I applied four or five stinging whacks of the battledore right across both flaming globes, bridging the mysteriously shadowy crease whose hidden temple I was intended to profane, and Fanny’s hips lunged and swerved in every direction as she squealed her pangs of woe: “OWWW! Ahhhh, oh don’t , sir I’ll do it, I’ll let you do it to me, oh please don’t smack my poor bottom any more and I’ll obey!”

“That’s being very sensible, Fanny,” Alice told her, “But don’t forget you have a duty to perform on me, your mistress, too. Now you just keep kissing and licking me until I come, or I’ll have Mr. Jack take the birch after all when he’d done buggering you. Go ahead, darling, I’m just dying to see how you’re going to do it to her!”