0 comments/ 100765 views/ 16 favorites Lords, Ladies & Gentlemen Ch. 01-04 By: geronimo_appleby Chapter One The Master woke early as was his custom and threw the heavy blankets from the bed. He stood and stretched, thinking lazily about what he could do that day, he had no particular plans, other than the visit of his daughter and her husband, but he was harbouring lustful thoughts about the new scullery maid. It wasn't unusual for the Master to harbour such thoughts. Born in a position of privilege over sixty years earlier he had always had his way with any female he desired. Not because of his charm and good looks however since he was lacking in both of those areas, particularly the former, but because of the enormous wealth and the power he wielded because of it. He had always possessed a high sex drive and even the advancing years hadn't diminished his ardour or fondness for the female form, whatever shape, size or age, so the tender, young scullery maid was perfect for the randy old goat and would be totally powerless to resist any advances that he might make towards her. The Master pulled the chamber pot from under the bed and pissed a stream of urine into the porcelain bowl. The fact that drops of the stuff splashed out onto the carpeted floor didn't concern him in the slightest; as long as the mess was cleaned he couldn't give a damn. Naked, the Master made his way to his washbowl, which had been filled with warm water and left for him by the butler earlier. He washed his hairy, white skinned body and scrawny limbs and then called for his dresser to assist him with the task of dressing. 'Archer!!' he shouted. 'Archer,' he repeated when there was no response to the call. 'Damned fool man, where are you?' he continued rudely. At that very moment Archer was in the Lady's chamber attending to her needs. Although the Lady had maidservants that were employed to attend to her, they couldn't provide the services that Archer could. The Lady was knelt on her bed at that moment, taking her weight on her hands and knees with Archer knelt at her rear. He was gripping the Lady's broad hips with both hands and was feeding his thick prick into the Master's wife as she knelt, her arse high in the air, inviting the young man to fuck her. 'Oh Archer that dos feel heavenly,' the Lady moaned as she enjoyed the servant's attention. A moment later the chamber door opened and an angry Master strode onto the room, he was still naked, his long cock dangling between his hairy thighs. 'Damnation man,' he shouted at his manservant. 'You're employed to help me, not to tup that slut wife of mine.' The Master turned and left he room, totally unconcerned that his wife was being taken by his servant, leaving his wife with Archer, the man's cock buried inside her hungry quim. Archer pulled his penis from the voluptuous Lady and repaired his clothing, tucking his hard prick back into his trousers reluctantly. 'Oh Archer, I'm burning for you,' the Lady said as she rolled onto back and spread her thighs wide. She was massaging her sex as Archer left the room to attend to the task of dressing the Master, rubbing the folds of her labia lazily as he departed, closing the door behind him. Archer had been in the employ of the household for 25 years, since he was 14. He had started in the kitchens but had worked his way up to the position he now held mainly because the Lady had noticed what a fine specimen of a man he was and had seduced him shortly after his 18th birthday, when she herself was only 23. The Lady had only been married for 4 years at that time but she was already well versed in perversion due to an early initiation at the hands of her depraved husband. The Master was fully aware of the relationship between Archer and his cock hungry wife and he often spied on the couple as they fornicated in the Lady's chamber. The Master enjoyed seeing his wife take pleasure from the virile man's prick and would usually masturbate whilst watching her big breasts wobble and swing as she fucked. He was able to spy so efficiently due to the network of passageways and spy holes that he had had built into the house when it was under construction. These passageways were known only to him and allowed him to roam through the house at will, enabling him to spy indiscriminately upon anyone he chose. After dressing the Master ate a hearty breakfast, his wife sitting opposite him at the long table. The new scullery maid Amy, served the food, and the Master watched the young girl move with lust in his eye as she fetched and carried. 'You filthy old letch,' the Lady said when Amy was out of the room. 'The girl is only 19, don't tell me you're going to stick your old prick into that sweet thing?' she continued, a look of disdain on her beautiful features. 'My dear,' replied the Master. 'You have your fun with Archer and I will take my pleasure where I wish to,' he said as Amy appeared once more. The Master forked egg into his mouth and watched Amy with predatory eyes. He could have the young girl whenever he wanted but the waiting would make the eventuality so much sweeter as he conjured up images of the girl naked in his mind's eye. He imagined her in her tiny chamber high up in the house and he shivered with sweet anticipation at the pleasure he would have as he spied upon her lithe body. The Lady sniffed with disdain and turned to her own breakfast, ignoring her husband for the duration of the meal as he smiled wickedly to himself, scheming and plotting his seduction of Amy. Once she'd finished the Lady made her way out to the stables. She was dressed in her riding clothes, intending to take a leisurely ride, the morning being so fine. She was sexually frustrated due to her husband's ill timed interruption earlier and a ride might go some way towards relieving her pent up sexual urges. Chapter Two The Lady rode out along the lanes and fields of the estate. It was a clear blue morning, the sun rising higher and warming the air comfortably as she rode. It was such a fine day and the scene was so pleasant that the Lady eventually decided to take a short rest. Tethering the horse she walked along to a nearby copse and arranged her skirts so that she could sit and soak up the sun's warming rays. As she sat on the soft, green carpet of the copse the Lady thought about Archer's long cock and how beloved she felt as the servant slid it into her body. Her husband denied her affection altogether but the gorgeous Archer was a superb lover, knowing how to take her to the heights of orgasmic bliss with his fingers, tongue and of course his fat prick. The Lady's quim began to clench and moisten at her dirty thoughts, she was also still feeling frustrated from her interrupted fuck. That frustration, coupled with the feelings she got whilst riding meant that the Lady was aching with desire for fulfilment. She thought further about the sensations in her groin when she was atop the saddle and the warmth she felt between her legs as the powerful horse moved below her. Thinking about the horse brought back memories from summers gone by when she'd witnessed a stallion covering a mare, about how huge the stallion's cock was as it reared up in excitement and how the mare would often fight and struggle as she tried to avoid being penetrated before she eventually succumbed to the inevitable. Finally her wild thoughts made her reckless with passion and the Lady threw caution to the wind, almost without realising the Lady had pulled her skirts up around her broad hips and her underclothes down over her thighs as she'd been daydreaming. No one was likely to be out on the estate so early in the day, it was quite private and remote and her husband's reputation for cruelty kept most poachers and trespassers away. She lay back in the warm sunshine, her hand running down over her torso coming to rest between her milky thighs and she ran her fingers through the mass of hair that covered her mons. She parted her thick, dangling labia and tickled the rim of her vagina with the tip of her finger, gasping as she felt just how wet she had become, her inner thighs were awash with her lustful outpouring and her pubic hair was soaking and matted. She fingered herself lightly for a few minutes, feeling the slickness of her juice coated flaps and the hard nub of her clitoris. Her breasts ached to be squeezed, the nipples standing hard and upright, pushing against her bodice. The Lady unlaced the garment and allowed her big, heavy tits to fall free, exposing them to the welcoming warmth of the sun's rays. Because the warm sunshine felt so good the Lady decided that she wanted to let the warm summer air waft over all her body and soon she was gloriously naked except for her long leather boots. She luxuriated in the freedom she felt from being bare skinned out in the open. She had never been so daring, naked outdoors feeling the warmth on her skin, the light summer breeze wafting over her breasts making the tips of her breasts pucker and stiffen. She lay back on her skirts and teased herself with her fingertips, running her hands over the smooth skin between her damp thighs and teasing her moist centre as she sighed in contentment. A few moments later she began to masturbate with more vigour, rubbing her clitoris and squeezing her breasts with delicious lack of restraint. The Lady pushed first 1 finger, then 2, and finally 3 fingers deep into her burning cunt. Her quest for relief was overpowering, she needed to be filled, she loved the sensations that blossomed from her tingling clitoris and nipples but she craved to have her hungry cunt stuffed, to be fucked ferociously. As her attempts to climax became more desperate the Lady used the handle of her riding crop as a tool and pushed it hard and fast in and out of herself. Her orgasm built slowly as she frigged urgently, her thighs quivering with the exertion, her breath coming in short pants, her beautiful features contorted into a grimace of what could easily have been mistaken for pain had anyone been observing. She finally tipped herself over the edge, her body convulsing as she cried out shrilly, coming in spasms as she pushed the riding crop deep and squeezing her thighs tight together. The Lady lay still for a few moments, her chest heaving as she fought to recover her breathing. She lay with her thighs spread, the leather handled crop still embedded and her clitoris pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. Once she had regained control of her body and her mind had stopped whirling as her climax subsided, the Lady examined the riding crop and saw how sodden and stained it had become as a result of her wild actions a few moments before. She reddened a little as she thought about how abandoned she had become in her lust and realised what a slut she must look, naked except for her brown leather riding boots wanking with a leather whip. It was time to go, her daughter would be arriving shortly with her husband Simon and there were still things to be done. Chapter Three As the Lady dressed she didn't notice the 2 men on horseback who were positioned a short distance away. It wasn't until she was back in the saddle that they made their presence known and rode up the path to her. 'Good morning m'lady,' said one of the men in greeting. 'Oh!! Good morning Samuel. Good morning Levi,' replied the lady, flustered. How long had the two grooms been there? Had they seen her completely abandoned display by the copse? The two young men gave no indication that they had seen anything out of the ordinary but the Lady could feel her already flushed cheeks burn sharply at the thought that she'd been observed at such an intimate moment. The grooms accompanied the Lady back to the stables, chatting easily as they rode. Samuel and Levi lived in a room above the stalls and were seldom out of each other's company, attending to the horses diligently and keeping themselves to themselves. The Lady's mind raced as the trio returned to the stables, she didn't know whether the men had seen anything or not and they certainly gave no clue that they had, being as calm and natural as usual. Still, she wasn't comfortable with the unknown and needed to know for her own piece of mind. 'How was your ride today?' The Lady asked Levi, as they worked hanging saddles and blankets. 'Twas fine thank you ma'am,' responded the groom as he worked. A response that gave the Lady no indication at all as to whether she'd been seen or not. It was Samuel who spoke next. 'Mind, we do see some sights out in those woods ma'am,' he said. 'Courting couples and the likes.' Samuel was grinning, and with a jolt, her guts turning to water, the Lady realised he was holding her riding crop as he spoke. Samuel looked directly into her eyes and lifted the crop to his nostrils, taking a deep sniff of the handle. There was no doubt that he could smell her scent on the crop and now she knew undoubtedly that the men had seen her in her moment of madness out in the copse. 'How could I have been so foolish?' She thought to herself as her face burned with the humiliation. 'The whole estate will know. The whole village! Oh God what can I do?' Desperate thoughts ran through her mind in a whirl. 'We won't say nothin' ma'am,' said Samuel as he placed the crop in its slot on the wall. 'Me an' Levi saw you alright, saw you enjoyin' yerself. Probly don't get enough from the old Master, you bein' 20 years younger an all,' he said as he walked slowly towards the Lady. She stood motionless as he advanced, saying nothing as Samuel reached forward and cupped her chin in his hand. 'You be nice to me an' Levi an' no none will know a thing.' He said as he bent to kiss her lips. She allowed herself to be kissed by the bold groom; her brain was still whirring with the speed of events. Samuel pushed his tongue between the Lady's lips and forced it into her mouth. As Samuel's tongue danced inside her mouth the silent Levi moved behind her and began to unlace her bodice. 'No! Stop!' she cried as she felt Levi fiddling with the garment. 'We won't hurt you m'lady,' whispered Samuel as he broke off from the kiss. 'Just we got so horny seein' you all bare in them woods,' he continued huskily as he lifted her skirts in search of her sex. The Lady struggled for a moment until she felt Levi's rough hands on the smooth skin of her tits and Samuel's hard fingers probing at her clitoris. The lust and heat of passion flooded back over her as the two young men assaulted her body from two directions at once. Although she knew this was such a bad thing to be doing the thought of two virile men taking her simultaneously caused the upper class slut to throw caution to the wind for the second time in the hour. The Lady began to groan as she allowed the grooms to maul her body, their work calloused hands running all over her tingling flesh. Very soon she was stood in nothing but her boots once more with each of her big breasts being suckled by the men. She stroked their hair tenderly as they nibbled and licked her sensitive teats, thinking what a contrast the two were when compared to the soft skinned Archer. 'Look at her big arse Levi, an' her big jugs,' said Samuel coarsly when he stood back to examine his naked employer. 'Aye, she's fuckin' beautiful,' replied Levi to his friend. 'Let's get her upstairs,' he continued, indicating the room above that they shared. Samuel led the Lady by the hand as she climbed the stairs to their room, her leather heels clacking on the wooden staircase as she climbed. Levi followed close behind and was feeing the flesh of the Lady's ample backside as he ascended. Both men were soon naked and the Lady admired their physique. 'God you're both lovely,' she spoke in her upper class tones. 'Such lovely muscles and hard stomachs,' she said as they stood before her. The men were both broad shouldered and well muscled, their bodies clearly defined due to the heavy nature of their work with the horses. The Lady looked admiringly at their long, lean thighs and flat, hard stomachs before switching her attention to both stiff cocks. Samuel pushed her gently back onto the bed and he parted her thighs, gazing in wonder at her pubic bush. 'Fuckin' 'ell Levi,' he commented. 'It looks as thought he old bitch has pissed herself,' he continued lewdly. The matted and tangled pubic hairs didn't deter Samuel in the slightest however and he was soon licking the Lady's intimate centre like it was the most delicious meal on earth. As the Lady let herself be overtaken by the situation, she abandoned all intent at denying the men. Levi moved so that his stiff cock was close to the Lady's head, she saw Levi's penis dangling in front of her face and she reached out to grab it, popping the head into her mouth. She had ever experienced this before, one man tonguing her sex whilst she greedily ate the cock of another. She felt like a whore as she allowed the men to use her holes like this but it felt divine to be taken in such a manner. Samuel was the first to push his cock into the Lady's quim and he groaned with pleasure as he slipped into her well greased cunt. 'Fuck, she's on fire,' Samuel moaned as he pushed into the Lady's molten core. Levi had pulled his cock from between the Lady's sucking lips and watched in fascination as his friend's prick split the mature woman's labia as the couple fucked. The bed began to creak in protest as Samuel increased the tempo of his thrusting, the Lady's boots were swinging madly in the air whilst Samuel hooked her legs around his arms and pounded at her. Samuel pulled his cock out and moved up her body, offering his sticky member to her to suck. The Lady licked at Samuel's cock, tasting the combination of her juices and his as she tongued it. She was in for a surprise however. Levi took hold of his friend's penis and pulled it away from her tongue. She watched stunned, as the groom began to suck the head of his friend's cock. It was obvious when Samuel made no complaint about this that the grooms were bi sexual and probably enjoyed each other's company far more than she had first realised. Rather than repelling her the sight of Levi sucking his friend filled the Lady with desire. 'Oh God, you dirty bastards,' she groaned as she leant forward and took control of the big cock once again. Both Levi and the Lady licked at Samuel's cock from balls to tip, kissing each other as their mouths met. They took it in turn to suck Samuel, passing his thick, engorged cock back and forth as the man on the bed watched them, a smile on his rugged face. Next Levi moved the Lady so she was on her hands and knees on the bed and whilst she continued to greedily suck on Samuel's cock, he slid his own stiffness into her from behind. The Lady groaned low in her throat as she felt Levi spearing her with his weapon. The small room was filled with the slapping sound of Levi's flat; hard stomach hitting the Lady's buttocks as he fucked her. The Lady's big breasts were swinging as they hung below her body and Levi reached below to squeeze the big udders as he pounded into her. The sweet sensation of her cunt sliding up and down his prick meant that Levi couldn't hold himself back for long and he grunted as he began to spurt his seed into he mature woman's body. 'I can feel it spitting!' Cried The Lady as the groom spurted his hot load into her belly. Her own orgasm pulsed through her limbs, bursting from her squelching cunt as she began to spasm on Levi's prick. Samuel pulled away from the Lady's face in anticipation and as soon as his friend had pulled wetly from her dripping quim he pushed his cock deep into the oozing slit. Samuel pounded away vigorously at her now, Levi's spunk leaking from around the sides of his own thrusting cock. He angled his length so that the Lady's clitoris was taking some friction from his thrusting, causing her climax to bubble on and on. Lords, Ladies & Gentlemen Ch. 01-04 Finally Samuel began to jerk and shake as he poured a second load of white goo into his employer's cunt. Both men kissed the Lady and caressed her body, as she lay spent, cum dribbling out of her body and staining the bed sheets. She lay there immobile for a few minutes whilst the grooms felt her tingling skin, taking it in turns to lick her tender breasts and to kiss her mouth tenderly. She left later that morning, dressed but with both their loads trickling down her bruised thighs, the memory of Levi sucking his friend's prick burnt in her memory. She would have to visit the stables more often! What a morning it had been. Chapter Four The Lady was late for the arrival of her daughter and Simon. Their carriage was standing outside and servants were busy unloading when the Lady entered the main courtyard. It seemed as though she had been very fortunate to not have been caught in the act of fucking the grooms since the horses that pulled her daughter's carriage were in need of stabling after the journey and one of the household staff was already looking for Samuel and Levi. 'Sorry I'm so late darling,' the Lady greeted her daughter as she rushed into the reception room. 'I was having such a lovely ride I completely forgot the hour,' she continued by way of explanation. If only her daughter knew that the Lady meant riding on the grooms' thick cocks and not horseback as was the implication. 'Lovely to see you Mother,' said Amelia, kissing her mother's proffered cheek. 'Good morning to you too Simon,' said the Lady as she turned to Amelia's timid husband. Simon was the type of grey man that had the unenviable ability to remain unnoticed no matter how few people were in the room. His marriage to Amelia was largely one of convenience, a merger of two family dynasties, which meant that between them both families controlled enormous industrial wealth throughout the country. There was no doubt as to who the dominant partner was in the relationship, it was most certainly Amelia who ruled the roost having inherited her father's superior airs and cruel streak. 'You must excuse me darling,' said the Lady. 'I simply must go and bathe after my ride.' The Lady was eager to wash the evidence of her illicit liaison from her between her sticky thighs; the grooms' combined deposits were even now seeping from her and trickling down her smooth skin of her legs. 'As you wish Mother,' her daughter replied. 'I must confess I'm feeling rather tired myself, I may take a short nap,' continued Amelia as her mother left the room. 'We will see you later also Father,' Amelia now spoke to the Master who was sitting in silence after having greeted the couple upon their arrival. Simon followed Amelia out of the room and up the grand staircase to their chamber. No sooner had Simon closed the heavy door behind them than Amelia turned her back to her husband, 'Untie my bodice, make yourself useful,' she snapped rudely to him. As was usual, Simon did as his wife demanded and hurriedly unlaced her dress, standing back whilst Amelia undressed. Once she was completely naked Amelia went into the bedroom and lay atop the covers. She stretched out luxuriously on the bed and ran the palms of her hands along her body, delighting at the feeling of her smooth, velvety skin. Amelia had inherited her father's high sex drive and her mother's voluptuous curves. As yet Amelia's waist wasn't thickened with either age or childbirth and her figure was as the stereotypical hourglass, her big breasts, thin waist and broad hips were a sight to behold and Amelia herself took enormous pleasure from observing her own splendour in the looking glass quite often. 'Come here Simon,' she called to her husband who still stood out in the anteroom. 'I feel quite fruity, you must lick me,' she commanded, spreading her legs wide. Fully clothed Simon bent to his task immediately. Amelia could be cruel in the extreme and Simon had no wish to incur her wrath. 'Lick me you limp pricked little man,' said Amelia in a contemptuous tone. 'You're so fucking useless with those withered balls, please me with your tongue instead,' she continued, referring to Simon's apparent incapability at fathering a child. Amelia had never treated her husband with much respect, but she had ceased in being even the remotest bit civil towards him when he had shown his tiny cock to her upon their wedding night. Now it seemed that Simon's woes were compounded when his bride's hilarity towards his penis caused him to become impotent. Rather than show understanding and sensitivity towards Simon the cruel Amelia taunted him even more. Simon was desperately trying to pleasure his bitch of a wife when he was interrupted in his lapping by a knocking at the outer door. He had just risen from the bed when Archer entered the bedchamber uninvited. 'Tea, Sir,' said Archer indicating the silver platter he was carrying. Archer gave no indication of there being nothing untoward about his unannounced arrival, nor did he indicate any surprise at seeing Amelia bare skinned and wide legged on the bed, her cunt wet and pouting. Likewise Amelia showed no hint of surprise, or embarrassment at her state of undress before the servant and made no effort to conceal her quim. 'Put the tea things on the table Archer,' said Amelia. 'Then come and show this runt how to please a lady,' she continued, smiling wickedly at the man. 'Of course my Lady,' Archer replied with a slight nod of his head. He placed the tray on the table as Amelia had instructed and then knelt beside the immoral bitch. Archer kissed Amelia deeply on the mouth with a familiarity that suggested that the couple were well practiced together. In fact Archer had been Amelia's first lover, taking her virginity on Christmas day 6 years previously. Amelia had no idea that her lover was also pleasuring her own mother and she was more than a little in love with the good looking servant. 'Take off your clothes Archer, please, I want to feel your skin next to mine,' panted Amelia when Archer pulled away from their kiss. She looked across at her husband as he stood meekly watching. 'Drink your tea and learn from my cocksman how to fuck,' she laughed at the poor man callously. Simon had been forced to witness his wife's frantic coupling with Archer since their first visit to the estate a week after their nuptials. Presently Archer returned to the bed, his long, thick penis shockingly upright and stiff. The fact that Archer was her first lover and that he possessed such an enormous cock meant that Amelia's expectations had been high on her wedding night, poor Simon's manhood just couldn't compare. Amelia reached forward and curled her fingers around Archer's shaft, her wedding band gleaming on her finger as she peeled the hood of his foreskin back from the helmet to reveal the purple dome. Amelia poked out her wet tongue and gently licked the spongy tip of his cock before she closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. Archer's girth meant that Amelia's lips were stretched taut as she attempted to take the cock into her mouth. Archer groaned, tilting his head back as his hips began to thrust involuntarily, forcing his length deeper into the woman's mouth. Amelia gagged as Archer's prick touched the back of her throat and she was forced to release his cock, her eyes watering. 'You're too big darling,' she coughed, dabbing at her moist eyes. 'It's not too big for that tight cunny of yours though my sweet,' said Archer as he weighed Amelia's tits in his palms. Amelia's quim clenched at Archer's vulgarity and she felt her clitoris begin to throb with what seemed to be a life of it's own. She lay back on the covers once more and spread her thighs again, offering herself to Archer. With a jolt, Archer thought how similar mother and daughter were physically, the same heavy breasts with the thick, long nipples that begged to be licked and chewed. It appeared to Archer that both women were engineered to provide a man with pleasure, fair haired, pretty faced, with bodies that were rounded and appealing to the male eye. Although the mature Lady was an exquisite fuck, it had to be said that the daughter was the more vulgar and wanton of the pair. Her treatment of her husband; albeit shocking to Archer when he first fucked Amelia after her wedding, soon gave him a perverse feeling of power. He couldn't believe it at times, he was pleasuring the wife and daughter of one of the most powerful men in the country and in the case of the Lady, with complete consent of that man. He was also cuckolding another of the privileged gentry, this time right before the very man's eyes, the upper classes were certainly a depraved assembly. Archer rubbed his stalk along Amelia's gash and cleaved her labia with the length of his prick. Amelia gasped as his stiffness rubbed against her clitoris. She reached down to grip the cock tightly and rubbed the bulbous dome against herself. As Amelia used his cock as a plaything Archer held himself upright on his knees and used his hands on her big breasts. He squeezed and moulded her tit flesh, rubbing the erect nipples with his thumbs. Amelia groaned at his attention and placed the prick at her entrance. Archer pushed and Amelia's eyes opened wide in shock as she felt the full thickness of Archer enter her body. 'Oh dear God!' she cried. 'You're going to split me in two,' whimpered Amelia as Archer pushed deeper into her. With a series of thrusts that caused Amelia to cry out each time Archer was finally buried to the hilt inside her. He lay atop her, not moving, just allowing Amelia to accommodate his manhood fully. Then, as he began to move inside her, Archer kissed his lover tenderly, his tongue probing between her lips and into her mouth. As their tongue's intertwined Amelia began to fuck back against Archer now that her body had accepted the intrusion Amelia started to search for relief. Archer broke the loving kiss and lifted himself up on his arms, he looked down between their bodies and saw Amelia's cunt stretched around his shaft. Now Archer began to move in and out of Amelia faster and with greater urgency, enjoying the sensations her tight cunt was causing around his prick. Meanwhile Simon, who had been standing quietly watching his beautiful wife take the enormous cock with such delight, had felt his own diminutive prick begin to stiffen. It had been so long since he had managed to sustain an erection that he was taken by surprise, but the sheer depravity of his situation was now beginning to excite him. Unnoticed by the writhing couple Simon unbuttoned his flies and took himself in hand. As he watched his wife fornicate like a bitch in heat he slowly stroked his cock, delighted at the sensations coursing along the nerve endings as he stroked. There were also another pair of eyes observing the scene unfolding in the guest bedchamber; the Master was at the peephole he'd had constructed, hiding in his secret passage. He had been on the way up to spy on the maid, Amy when he had heard the unmistakable sound of fucking coming from this room. The sight of his daughter being impaled the rampant Archer had shocked him at first, but the filthy pervert was soon stroking his own long cock as he watched in secret. 'Fuck me Archer,' begged Amelia. 'I adore that fat prick stuffed into my cunt. Oh yes, fill me with it darling, fill me,' she wailed lewdly. The sound of such filth poring from his daughter's mouth excited the Master beyond his control and he had to stifle his groans as he jetted spurt after spurt of his semen against the wooden panel in front of him. The Master stood weak kneed as his prick began to shrivel and his deposit trickled down the wall. He continued to survey the scene and noticed Simon for the first time as his son pulled his own cock. The Master's attention was diverted however when his daughter spoke, 'From behind Archer now please, take me from behind.' Archer needed no second bidding and was soon holding Amelia's hips and fucking her once more. The picture was reminiscent of the moment the Master had interrupted Archer and the Lady earlier that day. Amelia opened her eyes as Archer slapped against her jiggling buttocks, his prick probing even deeper into her body. She looked at her husband and was surprised to see him wanking his stiffness. 'Look!' she shouted in amazement. 'He's excited, Simon is excited,' she said indicating her husband's arousal. 'Do you like seeing your wife being fucked?' she asked in a hoarse voice as Archer looked over at Simon also. Simon increased his frantic tugging as his ardour increased, he was beyond caring and was completely immersed in the pleasure he was experiencing, a whole new world was beginning to unfold before him. If his wife wanted to humiliate him and fuck other men while he looked on then he would find plenty that would oblige her. If he were to be the cuckold then he would take his own pleasure from watching. Archer grunted and began thrusting into Amelia once more. She groaned as she felt Archer's big cock moving inside her body once again. 'I can't keep this going Amelia, I'm sorry,' moaned Archer when he felt his seed threaten to boil through his shaft. 'Do it deep in me Archer, please,' Amelia implored the sweating man behind her. 'I want you to give me your seed, give me a child Archer,' she continued, the words shocking Archer as he fucked. 'Oh God Amelia,' blasphemed the servant as he reached the point of no return. He'd heard the words but he was beyond caring, his entire world was focussed upon his fat cock and how good his climax felt. If he impregnated Amelia then so be it, he was powerless to stop the surge of his thick semen as it exploded from him. 'Give it to me Archer,' wailed the woman as she felt him spurt deep within her cunt. 'I'm coming too my lover, God I can feel you spitting, it's so hot,' Amelia writhed on Archer's cock as she too climaxed. Archer pulled his still dripping cock from Amelia's body and she sank down onto the bed, her own climax subsiding. He moved to a position where he could offer Amelia his leaking prick and the woman sucked his wilting shaft lovingly. She licked the creamy spunk that seeped from the eye of Archer's cock and cleaned her own creamy juice from him. The Master was still in position at his peephole; his cock was thickening once again as he continued to watch his daughter behave like a common slattern. He had been surprised at Amelia's outburst, as Archer had shot his load up into her womb. He harboured grave doubts about Amelia carrying Archer's bastard child, but that matter could be dealt with if and when it arose. The Master was growing more desperate to fuck the delicious maid after watching the well endowed servant shamelessly coupling with Amelia. There was a further surprise in store for the Master however, in fact for everyone involved in the sordid goings on in that chamber. As Simon moved across the chamber still tugging on his meagre member there was a sharp intake of breath from the doorway. Amy, the object of the Master's desire was standing immobile, her mouth agape as she boggled at the sight of Amelia sucking tenderly on Archer's big prick and Amelia's husband spurting his semen onto the bed covers uselessly. With a cry Amy turned and fled from the room. 'Amy!' cried Archer as he sprang from the bed. 'Wait Amy, Stop,' he called attempting to halt the fleeing girl. Amelia lifted herself up from the bed, leaning upon one arm, her breasts hanging heavily. 'I'll go Archer,' she said. 'The girl will listen to me if she values her future,' Amelia continued and Archer realised that she was talking sensibly. Amelia's power's of persuasion were far superior to his own in this particular situation, perhaps the threat of losing both her job and her home would ensure the young maid's silence. The Master left his position and hurried along his passageway up to the point where he could see into Amy's garret. At the same time as the Master was moving along his secret passage, Amelia had thrown on a robe and after asking Archer which chamber the girl was occupying, followed a more conventional route to the top of the house. Archer dressed, ignoring Simon completely and left the chamber to attend to normal day to day matters about the house. His head was spinning with the recent events, Amelia begging for his seed and the untimely discovery by the sweet, innocent Amy. He hoped against hope that Amelia could resolve matters regarding Amy but he was disturbed deeply by her wanting for his child.