Sylvana Hobson works for Lord Montague; a filthy rich eligible 21st century. bachelor playboy. Montague is a man known for his eclectic sexual tastes and he wants Sylvana.
The problem is that Sylvana has it bad for Lord Motague's voyeuristic butler, Hawkins, and she likes to play them off against each other.
During a weekend at Lord Montague's country estate Sylvana is fully exposed to all manner of sensual experiences and she realises that she wants Hawkins at all costs but will Lord Montague accept defeat?
It was a blazing hot summer. Sylvana sweated in her tight black maid’s
uniform. Her pert firm tits and erect
nipples strained against her underclothes and she wore a layer of sweat like a
second skin. Her long dark hair was scraped back but still soaked with
sweat. The skimpy black panties she wore
were fast sinking into the crack between her buttocks.
She was polishing the brass ornaments in Lord Montague’s
study. Her tits swung back and forth as she rubbed hard on the tarnished metal
with her cloth.
Although she was unaware of his presence in the room, Sylvana
carried on with her work. Her pert firm buttocks continued to swing back and
forth as she rubbed hard.
Lord Montagu watched her work, feeling his erection
throbbing in his tight underpants. Her
sweat-soaked skin was ivory in colour in contrast to her raven hair. Her eyes
were hazel and her lips salmon pink in colour.
He could see her tight dress clinging to a well developed chest and long
supple legs.
He fantasised about having her serve him dressed only in
panties, almost salivating at the idea of running his hands over her body. She
was new in the household and he could not believe he had not yet tried her. He
had been looking for company to take on his next country weekend. His butler;
as lecherous as he was, always made sure he picked the most alluring girls to
serve his master. When Lord Montague was pleased with his butler’s choice he
let him have the pleasure of the girls as well. There were few female servants
who had not felt Lord Montague’s throbbing prick between their legs. Hawkins,
the butler, had reported that, since Sylvana arrived he and the male staff was
walking in a state of near permanent arousal.
That is why Lord Montague had ordered Sylvana be sent to do
brass-cleaning duty that day in order that he could appraise her himself. Lord
Montague’s throbbing prick liked what it saw.
He leaned his head to one side so he could peer up her
skirt and his prick hardened even more as he saw the skimpy scrap of lace
sinking into her crack and the glistening drops of cum caking her inner thigh.
Hawkins had come to the study fully aroused that morning as he reported he had
spied on Sylvana masturbating in the shower.
“Your name is Sylvana is it not?” He asked. She jumped as
she had not realised he was in the room.
“Yes, my lord.” She said; aware of her cunt dripping at
the sight of his lean form and the bulge in his pants.
“Would you like to experience real pleasure, Sylvana?”
“I am sure that you would be a master in that, my Lord.”
She was rubbing
herself.
“Lock the door!” He demanded.
She did so.
“Pull your skirts up.!” He barked.
She did so.
“I want to see you masturbate, Sylvana. I am as hard as
rock to see you dripping wet. “
“I’m dripping wet for you, my lord. I wonder when I will
be lucky enough to feel your cock between my legs.”
“Soon.” He said. “Do you consider yourself a whore?”
“No, my lord, but I would gladly be your whore.”
She removed her
dress and he gasped at the sight of her nakedness. Her fingers slipped between
her legs, rubbing her swollen clit and she began moaning as she worked herself
into frenzy with her fingers. She rubbed hard; moulding her swollen clit
between her fingers as cum ran down her legs. She was sweating and panting as
she brought herself to orgasm.
She was aware that Lord Montague was also rubbing his
stiff prick and she longed to see it and feel it thrusting between her legs. It
was a long time since Sylvana had had a good fuck and boy did she need one.
He walked over to her and pulled her close as he began to
pleasure her firm tits with his hard sensual mouth. She moaned as his tongue
swept around her erect nipples. His slim
fingers slid inside her skimpy panties and began to caress her, thrusting in
and out of her dripping cunt. Sylvana moaned loudly.
“I can feel you need a good fuck my girl.” He whispered
in her ear.
“I do, my lord.” She panted, as her body shivered with
the intensity of her third orgasm in ten minutes.
“Then I command your company this weekend when I go to my
country house. There will you learn the meaning of pleasure and
discipline. You will ride with me in my
carriage and we shall have a little fun on the way. You will be fucked, sucked and whipped. Does
that turn you on Sylvana?”
“I have never been whipped, my lord, but I must confess I
am more than a little aroused by the prospect. “
“Ah so you are a virgin to the lash although I suspect
not to the cock. I shall enjoy you, Sylvana. Hawkins tells me he got a huge
erection watching you masturbate in the shower last night.”
“I masturbate frequently, my lord. In the absence of a
good hard cock between my legs I need relief somehow.”
“I will see you on Friday Sylvana. You need only bring
one set of clothes for you will be spending the weekend naked but for skimpy
panties. Does that please you?”
“You bet it does, my Lord.”
“You may dress and go. Rest assured I will be pleasuring
myself over you for many an hour to come.”
“I will be doing the same over you, my lord.”
Sylvana dressed and left the study with hard aching tits
and a dripping wet cunt.
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