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A Lesson Learned Ch. 01

By: EJSimpson



Alice sat on the edge of her bed and waited for the knock. She wasn't exactly afraid, it wasn't fear that was making her tremble, it was more that she was anxious and wanted to get it over and done with as quickly as possible. She would do what he wanted, keep quiet, and try to smile; that's what the other girls had said when she'd told them. They had all been very excited and somehow they had excited her, made her feel like it was something glamorous, something to be proud of, and above all, something that would probably put a sovereign in her next pay. But now, sat on her small bed in her small attic room, in her Sunday dress it didn't seem like such a great idea. What if she couldn't go through with it? What if she couldn't bring herself to smile through the shame? Well it was too late now, she'd said yes, and disappointing Sir Robert at this point would surely only result in one thing; dismissal.

It wasn't that he was a mean employer, Alice had heard stories from maids in other houses of terrible Masters, and she'd thanked her lucky stars each night that she didn't work for one of those men. No, Sir Robert was kind and relatively considerate compared to most. He never had wandering hands, or forced himself on you, unlike some of the under butlers and male kitchen staff, but with them at least you could give them a firm slap around the face and Mr Monns the head butler was always on hand to defend a kitchen maid's honour. It wasn't even as though she was inexperienced. There had been many moments with lads in the village, plenty of evenings spent with her slip pulled up over her back, enjoying an intimate evening under the stars. She enjoyed that lovely feeling of being filled and taken, albeit by someone you hope will have moved to a new household within a month. A sharp but brief knock at her door interrupted her thoughts; she stood up, straightened her dress and took the two steps to the door.

"Yes?" she said, in what she hoped was a voice that did not sound expectant, but instead of a reply a note was pushed under the door. She unfolded the note and read it, carefully folded it up again and threw it onto the smouldering remains of the tiny fire in the grate. Then, shaking a little more now reached under her white dress and removed her petticoat. She waited for the distant footsteps to completely disappear before quietly leaving her room and slipping off down the maze of servant's corridors.

Alice managed to reach the main guest bedroom without passing any other staff. Although always ready to receive the odd passing member of nobility, this room was located in the east wing, all but separated from the main house, and so very few people ever had the need to visit it. Alice lifted her hand to knock on the grand, oak panelled doors but remembered the note just in time. She lowered her hand to the brass handle and pushed the heavy door open just enough for her to slip through into the bedroom.

Inside the room was dim but warm. The only light was radiating from the large fire in the enormous grate, and the room was full of shadows dancing across the panelled walls laden with tapestries and oil colours. Then she saw the bed. It had four heavily carved posts, its own lavishly painted roof, and the mattress was a good three feet off the floor; it was larger than Alice's whole room. She lightly stepped across the floor and touched one of the thick uprights.

"Aren't we forgetting something?" said a deep voice behind her. It was gravelly but not coarse, it had that distinctive confidence of the upper class and was the sort of voice that made people like Alice instantly feel like they've done something wrong. She had never conversed directly with Sir Robert, but Alice knew instantly that this was him.

"Sorry sir", she said quietly, and as if reading from a script she said, with what she hoped was the required confidence, "I'm here for my lesson , Sir. Please could someone..." the words momentarily stuck in her throat, "...fuck me?".

The voice in the darkness behind her gave a low chuckle. "Very good, my dear. Had to make sure it was the right lass. Didn't want any misunderstandings, yes?" Alice didn't answer, and except for the slight shuddering she didn't even move. "Come, come, we both know why you're here. Please do try to at least look like you're enjoying yourself. There's nothing worse than fucking someone with a dreary expression. Don't worry, you'll get a bonus if that's what's worrying you", said Sir Robert dismissively.

Alice hoped that she'd stifled the whimper sufficiently at the mention of money. If she was going to do this, then she was determined to do it confidently and with her head held high. She stood up a little straighter, subtly blinked away the water in her eyes and turned to face him with a warm smile. "No Sir Robert. Sorry, it's just all so different from downstairs. It's beautiful. I am ready for my lesson."

"Good, good." he said slowly as he gently, but firmly grasped her hand in his. As he led her to the fireplace she good a good look at him for the first time. She was relieved to see he wasn't unattractive, but the portrait in the grand hall had either been rather kind to him, or had been painted many years ago. Alice guessed he was in his mid fifties, and he had the dark furrowed skin of one who spends much of his days walking outdoors. His eyes were also dark, blood shot round the edges and currently burning into her chest, flitting from breast to breast.

When they reached the fireplace he left Alice with her front facing the warm fire, and moved to stand behind her. " Don't turn around.", he said, "I want to get you warm". She felt his hands on her waist and hoped he couldn't feel her tremble. His right hand then slid round to her front and up to her breast followed by his left, where they started to firmly massage her through the thin material, occasionally grasping her nipples between thumb and forefinger and gently pulling. "There, my dear", said Sir Robert, "It's not so bad is it?"

"No Sir." whispered Alice, motionless. 

"I haven't had something as lovely as you on the staff for quite a while." he said, his massaging becoming stronger. "I do trust it's the right time, we don't want any accidents, do we now?"

Alice nodded almost imperceptibly, and then took a shallow but sharp intake of breath as his large, right hand traced a slow path down the front of her dress and came to rest between her legs. Alice instinctively recoiled a little but he grasped her firmly into him and continued the massaging action, rubbing the material of the dress into the outer lips of her vulva. The other hand joined the first and they rounded the top of her thighs and opened her legs just a little. Alice closed her eyes and tried imagine it was one of her young lovers back home, but the very smell of the opulent house and Sir Robert's breath kept bringing her back. Both hands were now caressing between her legs, one circling the entrance to her cunt, the other further up working her clit. She was pinned securely to him, and she could feel him pressing into her from behind. The heavy fingering slowly grew in intensity, both hands working in opposite directions. He was now working so hard Alice was starting to worry the he might rip her dress - maybe that was what he wanted, to tear through the dress to get at her younger flesh. His strong confident arms gripped tighter, and the fingers grew faster and faster, but just as she was about to cry out, he stopped. In the sudden stillness Alice realised she was panting with hot shallow breaths.

"Yes," said Sir Robert, himself slightly out of breath from the effort, "I do hope we're learning."

Alice didn't have time to reply before she could feel his him moving again. She looked down and saw his hands, still at the top of her thighs, gathering up the length of her dress until she stood, bare from the waist down in front of the fire. She could feel the warmth on her bare legs and. His hands slipped back down, but this time his fingers only lightly brushed over her now sensitive outer lips. They gently stroked her skin as if trying to sooth and calm, passing over her again and again until two fingers from each hand met in the centre and slowly pulled her lips apart. The heat from the fire found her clit and tight opening, and once again Alice closed her eyes. While she was being held open another finger started rubbing again at her clit, he had certainly done this before and he found the right spot straight away.

The tightening started in her stomach and gradually flowed down to her groin. Alice hadn't felt this feeling for a long time, however she knew it straight away, but this was Sir Robert, and it felt so wrong. She looked down to watch his strong but weathered hands exposing her cunt, one finger still intently circling her clit, the warmth rising through her sex. As she watched, one finger released itself from her lip and moved, almost in slow motion to her opening. In a mix of terror and longing Alice helplessly looked on as the sturdy finger got closer and closer to its target, until it lay at her entrance. She wanted to shake him off, she wanted to cry out, she wanted to run, but above all she wanted him to penetrate her, to fill her just for a moment, just long enough. The finger on her clit kept up its steady movement and she could feel herself moistening with every pass, but the finger at her entrance merely rested there. Stronger and stronger the warmth grew, until Alice could take it now more, but still the finger waited where it lay, touching but not moving. The finger on her clit circled firmer and faster, and the tightening was nearly all consuming, she didn't want it now, she needed it.

"Please," she managed to gasp in between strong deep breaths. Sir Robert said nothing but slowly pushed the end of his finger into her cunt. He let it rest for a moment before withdrawing it, then pushing it back into her. He kept repeating this, penetrating her a little further each time, all the while keeping up the focus on her clit. A second finger joined the first inside her, then a third. Now she was full, and the aching inside her was satisfied. The warmth and the tension spread to her entire body, taking control, and she let out a cry as she came. Alice felt her legs go beneath her, so the only thing keeping her body from falling was his hands and the fingers deep inside her. This just intensified her orgasm, and for a moment she could see and hear nothing, she could just feel the powerful tightening of her cunt around his fingers.

Finally, feeling and control returned to her body, and she managed to stand again. Sir Robert released his grip slightly, and as she looked down he slowly removed his fingers. Alice could see the moistness from her glisten on his fingers in the firelight. 

"That's a good way to start," he said, the smug pleasure obvious in his voice, "but now it's my turn." 

He turned Alice around so she was now facing him and placed his hands on her shoulders. He gently pressed down, initially Alice resisted but Sir Robert just increased the pressure and slowly she lowered herself into a kneeling position. With her face only a few inches from his crotch, one by one he undid the buttons on his breeches and pulled open the front revealing white silk underwear. Alice could clearly see the large bulge in the silk.

"Yes," he chuckled "aren't you a lucky girl?"

The happy waves of her orgasm had now died away, and Alice didn't feel particularly lucky. She'd lost control before and was now trying to regain her composure. How far would this go? Would he?... she couldn't bring herself to think about it. Alice just looked on as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of his breeches and underwear and pushed them down over his thighs. She was now face to face with Sir Robert's erect cock. It stood straight out as proudly as any she'd seen, although unlike the boys back in the village, his was no longer rounded by dark thick hair, but by a finer hair of almost pure white. Alice realised she had been staring and in a mixture of embarrassment and trepidation she turned her head away.

"Now, now. Fair's fair." said the commanding voice high above her, "I entertained you, now you will entertain me." He put his hands either side of her head and pulled it round to face his cock once more. "Why not put your hand around it?" 

Alice reached up and carefully wrapped her hand around him. She could feel the pulse of his heart through his cock, it was calm and steady but very strong. As if to give her a hint of what to do, he placed his hand over hers and started stroking backwards and forwards along the full length of his shaft, until together they had built up a secure rhythm, then he let go.

"Ah, yes," said Sir Robert, softer than before, "that's very good, my girl. Somehow I knew you'd be good at this." He let out a slight but audible groan.

Alice continued stroking his cock and increased her grip slightly. This was good, he was obviously enjoying it, and if his moans were anything to go by was close. This wouldn't be anywhere near as bad as she'd feared. She started working his cock faster, happy that he'd soon orgasm, and getting a little bit of cum over her was definitely worth the sovereign. She leaned back slightly exposing a little more of her cleavage; more than one of the boys had liked to do this before, and Alice knew exactly where they liked to do it.

"Put it in your mouth," the commanding voice was back. Alice stopped, her hand frozen around his steadily pulsating shaft. "Put it in your mouth," the tone clearly stated that this was not a request, "and look at me."

Alice knelt more upright until the head of his cock was only about an inch from her face, and with her hand still wrapped around his length she opened her mouth. Closing her eyes she slowly leant forward until the head of his shaft was inside, and then as softly as she could she closed her lips around it. Remembering the command she opened her eyes again and looked upwards towards his face. He looked straight back into her eyes, his grin was gone and in its place was a wanting expression. He looked down at her from high above as though he owned her, and in a sense he did. Alice might be the one with her mouth around his cock, but she knew who was in command; staff who upset Sir Robert didn't stay in the house very long. She returned his gaze with what she hoped was an equally wanting expression, and slowly, very slowly she moved forward and took more of his cock in her mouth, never looking away from his eyes. When she reached the edge of her hand she momentarily stopped, then just as slowly she leant back and withdrew his shaft from her mouth, until her lips were almost kissing the head of his cock and the old man let out a long low groan.

Sir Robert closed his eyes and with a wry smile he raised his hands to sides of Alice's head. Leisurely, but firmly he pulled her towards him pushing his cock back into her mouth. When her lips reached the edge of her hand still wrapped around his shaft he pulled her away again. He did this again, and again, and again until he built up a steady rhythm. He was once again directing the action, and he was now fucking her mouth. Alice was trying to breathe through her nose but like his heavy fingering earlier, every thrust was just a little stronger than the last, making it harder and harder to get her breath. She held on tight to the base of his cock, desperate to try and control his bucking hips. Stroke after stroke his pulsing shaft penetrated her lips, Alice was being used and it was all she could do just to hold on and take it. She knew that she was being taken and thought that in a way she was being just like a common whore, letting this older man use her body as he liked. But Alice knew that in another way she wasn't like a common whore; she was wet between her legs and getting wetter by the minute.

He kept up the pounding at her mouth for a little longer, then after two final separate strokes her stopped and slowly pulled his cock from her mouth. Alice gasped a little, only partly because she needed air, and as he withdrew some pre-cum stretched from her mouth to his cock until it broke under its own weight. Alice was still holding onto the base of his shaft as if it was the only thing supporting her.

"Lay on the edge of the bed," he panted, "Lay on the edge of the bed, put your hands under your knees and lift them up. Then spread your legs." Sir Robert paused for a moment, "I'm going to fuck you properly."

Alice released her grip and stood up. She padded over to the sumptuous bed and lay a hand on the embroidered sheets. She'd never felt material as soft or smooth or as lavishly decorated as this before. She must have paused longer than she thought, because as is if he was reading her thoughts he said, "I expect you've never been fucked on a bed like this before." He walked over to her and whispered in her ear, "Or have you? You seem to know what you're doing. It's making my lesson very easy." Alice hid the pang of anger as best she could. How dare he say that about her? But she knew who was in charge and so climbed onto the edge of the bed on her hands and knees.

As requested she turned onto her back and pulled her knees up and out, spreading herself open in front of him. She looked at him, framed between her spread legs, standing there with his breeches down by his knees, his cock surrounded by white hair at the base, now being massaged in his weathered hands at a laid-back pace. Goodness knows she really did want some cock in her now, but not his, please not his, she thought. He stepped close enough so that with a slight bend in his knees the tip was just touching her opening. Alice could feel her wetness running down into the crease of her bottom. She closed her eyes and tried not to gasp as he rubbed the head of his cock around the entrance to her cunt, pushing teasingly against her, but still not hard enough to penetrate. He brushed the tip against her clit a couple of times before tracing a line back down to her opening. The frustration was building in Alice. What if he was the master of the house, what if he was older than her, she thought. He certainly knew what he was doing and his cock was just as hard as any she'd had before. Maybe she could just close her eyes, concentrate on the pleasure inside her and take his length into her until he was done. Alice couldn't wait any longer and pushed herself onto him, and the end of his cock slid effortlessly inside.

Alice moaned at the feeling of Sir Robert's cock in her cunt. It might only be the head but it made Alice feel comfortably full, and Alice let it rest there for a few seconds.

"And I think that's the first part of the lesson done for today," he chuckled, withdrawing his shaft from her and stepping back. Alice stay on her back on the bed, legs spread for him, now with a deep feeling of frustration; now she really needed fucking. 

"Sorry my dear. But you'll have to wait for a while." Sir Robert moved over to a chair in front of the fire and sat down, his cock still shining with the wetness from Alice's cunt. "You've seen what to do, now it's your turn, and try to get it right," he announced, a little louder than before. Alice was momentarily confused, but then a voice spoke from the shadows, "Yes father."

Alice realised she was laid open for all to see in the company of now two men.

A Lesson Learned Ch. 02



Alice realised she was laid open for all to see in the company of now two men, the second of whom walked over to the edge of the bed and into the firelight, it was Master Thomas. Visually he was definitely Sir Robert's son, the same strong eyes and large hands, but unlike his father's, his were not weathered by time. His skin was smooth, his eyes pure white with a deep chestnut centre and his hair short and dark. He reached out a hand to Alice but - a little to her frustration - he did not touch her where she wanted, instead he took her hand in his and aided her to her feet. 

"Let's get rid of that old rag she's wearing and see her properly," said the elder of the two men from his new vantage point.

Alice was a little hurt by this. It might not have been much by their standards, but she had saved for weeks for this dress, and it was by far the nicest thing she owned. However, she was too worked up to stop and walk out now. She undid the dainty buttons down the front and let it fall to the floor. Now she stood naked in this grand bedroom, with two men, one just as young compared to her own age as the other was old. She could feel them looking at her.

"Go on then, don't wait all night," said Sir Robert, "I've even warmed her up for you."

Without saying anything Thomas moved around behind her and reached around to her belly. He slid his hands gently up to her breasts and grasped two handfuls of flesh. As he supported them with the palms of his hands, his thumb and forefinger pulled at her nipples, a little rougher than his father had done, but that was fine; at this point Alice wanted rougher. She leaned her head back until it rested on his shoulder and let out a long moan as he forcefully played with her breasts. The tugging on her nipples was almost painful at times, and from his seat right in front of her Sir Robert must have seen this.

"Gently Thomas, gently. Tease them, don't yank at them," he said. "And it's about time you got your hand between her legs. She's actually rather good," he added.

Both hands slipped down to the top of her thighs. As Alice was already stood with her legs slightly apart they easily slid into the gap at the top of her legs and cupped her thighs, there they gripped her legs and pulled her bottom back into him. This time she couldn't feel the tell tale bulge pressing against her, but the feeling of being pinned against this young man while being watched by another sent a tingle racing through her.

Still with her head laid back she felt his hands move towards her vulva. First they rested on the outside and the tips of his fingers massaged her outer lips, but then they were parted and she felt the cool air of the room on her entrance. Two fingers were unceremoniously pushed into her which made Alice jump, but very quickly they were as wet as Sir Roberts cock and smoothly but vigorously started to thrust in and out. This was what she needed, and steadily the heat started to radiate through her. With every powerful thrust of his fingers the tension built and grew within her.

"Don't forget her clitoris, Thomas, " said Sir Robert, who was still watching everything from his chair in front of the fire. He stared intently at her naked body, only partly obscured by his son's hands working hard between her opening.

Thomas carried on the thrusting with one hand and started to stroke her clitoris with two fingers from the other. He stroked her with one finger after the other, as if trying to walk along what was now a very slippery road to her aching entrance. Faster and faster he stroked, stronger and stronger he thrust and Alice groaned, quietly to start with but then louder and louder. She cried out as the knot inside her, deep inside her, coiled tighter and tighter until she was once again only supported by the hands around inside her cunt. Her body twitched and bucked as the release of her orgasm tore through her, but Thomas didn't stop. Alice grabbed onto his hands and he finally understood and stopped.

Alice stood there panting to get her breath back, his hands still on her, her hands covering his. She could feel the warmth from between her legs even through his tight grip, she looked down towards the floor and saw how her nipples were red from the pulling, and standing out firmly from her breasts. They stood there silent, but for the heavy breaths until she could stand fully under her own effort.

"Not bad, Thomas. Maybe a little heavy handed," said Sir Robert, "Although this one seems to like that."

This would have angered Alice earlier, but now she was too wound up to care. What she really wanted now was someone, anyone to take her, fill her and fuck her. She turned around to face Thomas and looked directly into his bright eyes, and to her surprise she could now see how lost he looked, how awkwardly his gaze darted around the room to avoid hers. She smiled warmly at him until gradually his eyes stopped moving and came to rest, returning her gaze he risked a small smile, then a larger one. Alice felt another tingle rush through her, and her smile turned from warm to wicked. Not losing eye contact for even a second she reached down and undid the buttons on his breeches, one by one popping them free, then slowly she lowered herself to her knees pushing his clothing down as she went, until she was now staring directly at his exposed cock.

Unlike his father, Thomas was not yet hard. Without any further instruction Alice reached around him and grasped one buttock in each hand, then she pulled herself forward and softly closed her lips around his cock. Remembering what his father had wanted she looked up into his eyes, and started to work his shaft with her mouth. She could feel it growing and swelling in her mouth, rapidly hardening until she could no longer take it all in one go and had to start working up and down his length. She dug her fingers into his tight bum cheeks and starting sucking a little more vigorously on his cock. Up and down she went, always looking up at her new master, she kept her lips soft but worked his length firmly from the very tip to as far down as she could bear to take then back to the tip again. Alice built up a steadily increasing rhythm, up and down she went, her mouth was wet and she could start to taste his pre-cum gathering in his shaft. With each stroke she first pulled him into her, then pulled him away again until he was just at the entrance to her mouth.

Alice saw him shut his eyes and could feel his buttocks tightening, she didn't want him to finish now, not that she minded that, but she had other plans, so she pulled him away from her and let his shaft go from her mouth. It stuck straight out, and pointing at her face, it bounced gently to a halt in front of her.

Gripping his buttocks, Alice pulled herself up on to her feet, then padded quietly over to the bed. In one fluid movement she jumped onto the heavily quilted stage, and rolled onto her back. Alice then pulled up her knees and spread them apart. Her naked, exposed opening was pointing directly at the fireplace and Sir Robert; his cock remained hard and he had a broad smile on his aged face. She turned her head back towards where Thomas was still standing, his erect cock standing proudly from his body, looked him in the eyes and quietly whispered, "Please."

Thomas walked over to the edge of the bed, and for the second time that night Alice had a member of the Hall family framed between her legs. Alice shut her eyes and waited, her heart was beating hard and fast, she couldn't quite believe how she was behaving. These were her employers, the people who kept her, paid her and who she had to serve, and she was certainly serving them now. It felt so wrong and degrading, but here and now all she really wanted was for him to take her, use her for his own dirty means. She felt two hands, one either side of her waist. Alice wanted to be filled by him, to be a whore for him, for him to fuck her until he was done. Then she felt it, the head of his cock pressing at her entrance. He gripped a little tighter at her side, then pushed into her. In one easy movement his whole shaft slipped into her wet cunt causing Alice to groan, partly in surprise, partly in relief.

She could feel the hairs around the base of his cock against her outer lips as he held her against him, his hard shaft buried deep inside her. He then slowly pulled his length out until the tip was just supported by her inner lips. Alice hooked her feet around his back and pulled him sharply back into her and their bodies crashed together, this time it was Thomas who groaned. She relaxed her legs a little and he pulled back until his cock was again teetering at her edge. Alice pulled him hard into her once more, this time he took the hint and started a solid rhythm, steadily sliding his engorged shaft into her dripping wet opening.

Thomas's grip around her waist was now so tight it would have been unbearable had it not been for the feeling between her legs, which was spreading all around Alice's body. That warm, tight knot was growing again from deep inside her sex. She opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her chest, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. Alice slid her hands over her breasts, grasped a nipple in each hand and pulled, stretching them away from her body. This seemed to spur him on and his pace quickened as he thrust harder and harder into her. Through this glorious feeling of being taken and used ,Alice could hear a low distinctive chuckle. Thomas must have heard it to as he came to a stop, his cock fully hidden inside Alice.

"I would like to see more than just my son's behind, "said Sir Robert from across the room. "Stand over here and face me, my dear."

Alice was not going to argue; if that was what it took for the fucking to continue then so be it. Thomas stepped back and his shaft, wet with their combined efforts, fell from her. Alice rolled off of the huge bed and walked over to the chair by the fire. She stood with her feet in line with the feet of the impressive chair, kept her legs dead straight then bent over, resting her hands on the chair's arms. Thomas followed her across the room and stood behind her, his warm hands on her hips. Alice lifted up her head and looked Sir Robert directly in the eye, she could feel the wetness between her legs starting to slowly drip down the inside of her thighs, and now she could feel Thomas pressing at her entrance again. In one smooth unstoppable movement he entered her fully, pulling at her hips as though he could give her even more.

Alice kept up the steady gaze as Thomas started to fuck her, one powerful thrust at a time, each punctuated by a groan of effort from behind her. Each time he pushed himself into her, waited for a second before withdrawing, then heavily, almost forcefully drove his shaft back in. Alice could feel her next orgasm start to evolve, growing deep inside her, both tightening her physically and loosening her mentally; she wanted more. Alice kept eye contact with the elder man but reached across with one hand and started to gently massage his cock, for the first time that night Sir Robert looked a little surprised, this was obviously not part of his lesson plan. However, the surprise didn't last long. His face quickly regained its composure and a broad smile spread across his lips. Alice broke away from the lustful stare and moved her head down to between his legs.

Still steadying herself with one hand on the arm of the chair she started to suck strongly at his shaft, working her wet mouth all the way from tip to base and back again. She tried to keep her lips as soft as possible which wasn't easy while taking the pounding from behind, all the while the orgasmic knot was tightening inside her. Suddenly she realised what she was doing, she was sandwiched between the two most important men in the household; while she bent over the chair one was fucking her hard from behind while the other was deep in her mouth. She was being taken by father and son, it felt so wrong and so dirty, but - strangely - what it didn't feel was degrading, somehow Alice currently felt like the most important woman in the house. She mused that she could stop whenever she wished and take away their pleasure, but she didn't, that would mean also taking away hers, and she wasn't about to do that now.

The first wave of her orgasm hit her suddenly, almost tipping her off balance, but the hands on her hips held firm. In fact they were so firm that the thrusting never stopped, the cock hammering into her just kept on going, which made the waves of pleasure so intense that she thought she might pass out; she simply held onto Sir Robert's shaft, her mouth clamped around it until the room came back into focus. Alice had no time to recover though.

"Right, lesson's over," said the older man. "I think it might have to be my turn, if you're happy with that my dear?"

Alice straightened up and the younger cock slipped out of her, followed by a small trickle of their collective juices. 'In for a penny' she thought to herself, and she turned towards the fire, placed her hands on the high mantle piece and spread her legs.

"Please do," she said, as the glowing warmth from the fire heated the front of her naked skin.

She heard him rise from the chair and position himself behind her, then with one rough hand on her waist she could feel him pointing his obviously more experienced cock at her well used entrance. He pushed it home in a way which was somehow gentler than his son, but at the same time was unstoppable. He immediately started up a powerful rhythm, now with both hands holding firmly at her waist. Thomas was good, and he was certainly more attractive but Sir Robert really knew how to fuck her. Alice could no longer feel each individual thrust penetrating her, but was more riding a tidal wave of pleasure, a feeling of total gratification. She stood there holding onto the warmed marble taking the pounding from him, thinking of nothing but the warmth between her legs.

After a while he stopped and withdrew from her, but in no time at all she felt another cock sliding into her, and the pounding started again, filling her and taking her back to the top of the wave. Alice had never felt quite like this before, all she could focus on was the warmth, the tightening and the feeling of utter satisfaction inside her.

Once again the shaft stopped its pounding and slipped from her only to be replaced by another. She couldn't believe they were taking turns to satisfy her, and now she had lost count, forgotten which was which; that feeling deep inside her was so strong that she could no longer tell them apart. Harder and harder they thrust into her, filling her, using her. The room faded from her until she could only see the fire place, then as it hit her Alice lost every part of her body. It was like she was no longer standing there, she was just floating, lifted off the floor by their thrusts into her. Every muscle in her body wound itself so tight it felt as though she was just a single point, then her orgasm exploded through her, ripping through those muscles and releasing them all at once, letting them float off into the air.

When she opened her eyes again Alice was looking at the ceiling. She could feel the soft sumptuous bedding under her back, and the feeling in her legs, which were being lifted apart by two strong arms. She looked down to see Thomas once again framed between her legs, he was still fucking her and he had a very serious look on his face, drips of sweat from the effort running down his cheeks. To her side was Sir Robert, he was looking straight into her eyes with a wide smile, and he was wanking his hard cock. Alice didn't think she could take another orgasm, especially if it was anything like the last one. But very quickly she could feel the pace inside her become more urgent, and the grip on her legs tighten. But to her surprise Sir Robert was the first to groan.

He steadied himself with a hand on the top of her head, while the other pulled at his cock as he sent stream after stream of cum across her breasts. It felt pleasantly warm and she couldn't resist gently rubbing it into her nipples. This pushed the young Thomas over the edge and he let out a loud cry as his shaft, deep inside her filled her with his hot cum. She could feel the heat within her, deep within her, and his pace slowed until he came to a stop, his cock buried in her cunt, his mouth gasping for breath.

The three of them stayed there for a while, as if frozen to the spot. Eventually Sir Robert broke the silence.

"Very good my dear, very good. You're quite the little slut when you want to be, aren't you."

Alice didn't know quite what to say, but ventured a "Thank you, Sir."

Sir Robert gave his son a look, and motioned towards the door. Without saying anything the two men pulled up their britches, fastened the buttons and left the room, carefully glancing down the corridor before shutting the door behind them.

Alice looked around the room and for the first time saw the wash pot next to the fire place. She carefully rolled off the bed again and padded over to the pot. Moving it a little further away from the fire she placed her knees either side of the pot and began to wash the two men's combined efforts from her. As she washed she thought of what had happened, how they had just used her like a whore and how much she had not resisted. She washed the cum from her breasts and as she did so in the warm glow of the fire, that warm glow within her started to grow again. She started to rub two fingers against her clit, very gently, just enough for her to feel. She didn't even know if she really wanted herself to cum, it was more that she wanted to feeling of this night to last a little longer.

There was a cough from the doorway and Alice froze, one hand still on her breast the other on her clit. She didn't have enough time to even consider what to do before she saw a familiar face at the door, it was Thomas. He glanced back out into the corridor before looking back at Alice again. He held out his hand towards her, and smiling he said "Come with me."

Alice didn't move. "Please," he added, his expression bright and warm.

She carefully stood up, picked up her dress and without looking back at the room she placed his hand in hers, and they slipped out of the room into the darkness of the corridor.