The sky outside my window had changed from red, to purple, and finally to a dark, velvety blue. The light of the moon was now streaming through the windowpane. The stars were blinking merrily in the night dome. Except for the rustling of the leaves on the century-old trees in the park below, moved by a gentle breeze, all was quiet and peaceful.
The quiet of the night had entered the room. All the passions and excitement of our previous activities were but a memory, that had left our bodies exhausted and our minds content.
Margot had recounted her tale with a good degree of measure and composure, regardless of the emotional content of her narration.
Margot kept her head buried within my bosom.
Her body was still except for her fingers, that she absentmindedly ran along my body as she spoke. As she described the actions of my mother, how she had imparted those harsh lessons, Margot had now caressed my breasts, now indulged through the fur that covered my pussy. This made the story all the more involving. I was worried that, lost as she was in her tale, she might pinch me to show me how her mistress had pinched her, but her caresses were the most tender and careful.
I had listened without saying a word, although my mind was all taken by her adventures. I now demanded that she continued her story which had so surprised me, as I had never understood that my mother had ever paid such particular attention to our servants. While I knew my mother was exacting with the staff that attended to the house, I was also surprised because I suspected that the punishment that my mother had imparted on the maid was borne out of desire, although I couldn't yet tell how these activities, which to my innocent ears appeared so cruel, might procure any pleasure on the hand that administered them, or of what nature this excitement might be.
But then my mind went back to the scene I had spied between my brothers and Ursula. Up until that point, I told myself, I hadn't known that a woman's anus could be as sensitive as the organ devoted to procreation, if maybe in a different sort of fashion. Therefore, I told myself I had so much more to learn, and I had to withhold my judgment henceforth.
As I accepted this principle, I felt some envy for those women that lived within my house, and that had so much more experience in matters of sexual intercourse and had reached heights of pleasure still unknown to me. Up to that point, I had witnessed many people reach an orgasm in different ways – my mother under the powerful thrusts of Father Briac's manly appendage, my tutor following the inexperienced strokes of my very own hand, Ursula through the tongue of my brothers applied to her main entrance and to that smaller and more mysterious avenue that Nature had placed in the rear, and finally Margot under my rudimentary kisses. Apart from a vague excitement I had experienced while watching other people's pleasure, I had only experienced an orgasm once under the care of the solicitous maid, and this means of exciting one's senses now appeared to me very simple.
Brief, I was now eager to try every one of these positions and compare them in the most scientific way. I wanted to experience every hue of the palette that nature painted our excitement with, and I formed a plan to achieve the fullest and greatest possible orgasm that my body was capable of.
I then prayed Margot to resume her story, which she had left to a point that had much surprised me.
Presently, she spoke again:
Your father, as I was saying, with time granted me his attention. This is how it came to be.
I had only seen his excellency the one time he had come to the shop where I was employed to offer me the position that I occupy to this day. After that day, I didn't speak to him for quite some time, although I saw him from time to time around the property, and I'm proud to say he always acknowledged my presence with a smile or a little bow, which so surprised me in a gentleman so superior.
One day, I was in one of the upstairs rooms polishing the furniture. I believed myself to be alone and was singing a song to pass the time as I worked. I jumped when I heard someone laugh behind me. I turned, and I saw your very own father staring at me.
'I'm sorry. I hope I didn't disturb you,' I said very bashfully.
Your father laughed again:
'Not at all. I enjoyed listening to your tune.'
I went all red for I didn't believe anybody could hear me.
'You have a nice voice, Margo,' he said.
I excused myself once again and told him I used to sang on Sunday during mass, and that had trained me in singing with a firm voice and in tune.
I can picture him as he was on the day. He is the most distinguished gentleman, and I remember distinctly him wearing a blue redingote, a pair of white trousers, and, on his neck, a yellow cravat pinned with a diamond.
He sat next to me and invited me to continue with my work. He observed me for a while in perfect silence.
Finally, he spoke:
'You are a very capable young woman.'
I thanked him for this compliment.
'My wife tells me so herself,' he added.
To this I had to confess that:
'I believe I still have much to learn in order to be of full satisfaction to her ladyship.'
You father laughed and explained that, if I may repeat his words, your mother could be a hard woman to please.
'I am determined to learn and improve in order to provide satisfaction.'
'That's a credit to you, Margot,' he replied.
I blushed at hearing him pronounce my Christian name.
'Answer me this: what would you do if the demands were too hard for you to meet?'
'Oh, no,' I added. 'I would work very hard. No task is too unreasonable or too hard if you put your mind to it.'
'Do you know,' he asked, 'that in antiquity the master of the house had a legal right to demand that all his needs be met by the servants in his household. What do you think of that?'
'I have been taught that it's in the natural order that the servant pleased his master.'
Your father laughed again, which made me realise my ignorance.
'Oh, Margot. Those were barbaric costumes, and it would be very bad of me to demand you to do things contrary to your nature. It would be your right to say no.'
'I don't think I could do that,' I said.
'But you should,' he insisted. 'This said… It can also be natural that a certain sympathy be born between a master and his servants. Don't you think this is a better way of looking at it.'
I said that, indeed, that would be more agreeable, if people worked out of pleasure rather than out of vexation and threat.
He seemed pleased with this answer. Then, he asked me to put down my work for a moment.
I obeyed promptly.
He took my hand in his and said that he believed that there was, in fact, a certain sympathy between myself and him.
I said I felt honoured by him saying so.
'Would you then like to get to know me a little better?' he asked.
His tone was so soothing and his demeanour so pleasant that I immediately replied that I wouldn't say so myself for fear of appearing too conceited, but I was pleased he had noticed my admiration for him.
'That pleases me immensely. Would you like to then do something to please me?'
I said that I was eager to please him.
'Would that also give you satisfaction?'
I replied that it would.
'Why don't you show me your figure?' he asked me.
I stood and twirled before him.
'Those clothes are so heavy and show very little,' he said, 'but I believe you have a fine figure.'
I thanked him.
'Now you can sit again. How would you like me to show you my figure?' he asked.
I laughed, as this seemed quite contrary to the relation between the master of the house and one of his servants.
But he stood and twirled. He showed me his fine shins, and he stood tall with broad shoulders, and he laughed very much at this display.
'What do you think?' he asked.
I blushed at the confidence he was granting me, but I said that I found him very pleasing to the eye.
'Now, then, let me show you something else,' he said, and presently he unbuttoned his trousers. From thence, he produced his member.
This surprised me. Before all, even in its state of repose, that organ was of such proportions, of such length and girth, as I had rarely seen. Furthermore, I was surprised that it was circumcised, on the grounds of your father's Israelite nature.
'What do you think?'
I replied that I had never seen such a large object, and that I had never seen it so uncovered at the tip.
'My family believes that if all his children show their glans to the world without any shyness that will be closer to God.'
To this, I said that I had never heard this, and I had met many men who were very good Christians, but they preserved their prepuces intact. In fact, I had been taught that to uncover a man's glans and to indulge on this part with one's tongue was one of the greatest favours a woman could accord, as this little natural hood preserved all the tenderness of the skin underneath.
'Well, what's done is done,' he said. 'I never had cause to miss it. It may take a little to get used to the untrained eye.'
I believed that it looked pleasant enough, and I hoped I had not caused any offence.
My master then invited me to service him, if that was my wish, as that would certainly bring our friendship closer.
I knelt before him and tried to put his large penis in my mouth.
'Swallow it a little bit more, if you can,' he asked me.
I complied, but the flesh was becoming larger and harder, and my mouth couldn't contain it all. In fact, my lips were now stretched as they could barely encircle that large girth.
I moved back and forth, and my master told me he was enjoying what I was doing. If that great organ, now so engorged, was too big for my mouth, wouldn't I perhaps lick it with my tongue lest not to make it lose its vigour.
I licked with great pleasure the glans. I licked the large shaft, and I licked the large pair of testicles that dangled at its base.
My master was now very excited, and he asked me to stand and to show him my full figure. He helped me undress; then, he told me, in a bold voice:
'You are certainly very beautiful, Margot. I desire you very much.'
I blushed, but I confessed that I desired him greatly. I was greatly attracted to that great tool, and I knew that, if my mouth was too small to contain it, my pussy was well equipped for that effort, and it was going to greatly benefit from it.
We lay on the floor, and my master guided his large, turgid dick towards my little opening.
'Master, wait,' I begged, and I rushed to stimulate myself.
I was wet in no time, as my desire for that large penis was great.
I felt the glans press on my vagina, which opened at the first touch, like a treasure chest with a secret mechanism.
Emboldened by the easy penetration, he pushed the shaft further in.
I was taken aback by the largesse of this organ. For a minute, I believed it would rip me in half, but, instead of protesting or of asking for mercy, I begged for more.
When the whole dick was inside me, I could barely breathe. I noticed however that the frequent punishments that her ladyship had imparted on me on that very region had trained me well to take some discomfort, and to quickly turn it into the greatest pleasure.
I soon begged my master:
'Master, fuck me. Quick and hard! I desire you very much.'
I held him between my legs, and he began moving with great vigour.
I could feel my flesh stretch under these attacks. That special canal destined to house the lover's rod had now adjusted to the extraordinary size of its present lodger, although the fit was still very snug, but all the more pleasant for it.
My lover, if I am allowed to name my master so under these circumstances, gently caressed my breasts and whispered my name as he fucked me with great fervour.
His great size was enormously pleasing, but he also moved with such expert gyrations within me, that he provoked an even greater extasy, as he could touch all the most sensitive parts, and his rhythm could now surprise me, now make me agonise.
I lost all composure, such was the madness that this carnal congress could produce, and I caressed his noble brow; I stroke his back, and, burned by the great fire that was burning inside me, groped his butt cheeks and incited him on.
'Oh, master, I have never taken a cock this size… My pussy has never been stretched so…'
I moaned and cried, as my master kissed my breasts and nibbled at my nipples. I could even see the surface of my stomach lift every time the dick entered inside me, and with each thrust my vagina cried out with great squelches revealing how wet I had become. Indeed, I could feel with each ingress froth gushing from my opening, and I felt the sticky humours that are the typical signs of a woman under great pleasure roll down my thighs in little streams.
The orgasm that was rising within me was so great I felt I could lose my reason forever. My head thrashed about without my control. I scratched my master's back with my nails, so deeply that he had to hold my wrists. My whole body was spasmodically shaking.
'You're murdering me! Your poor little Margot…' I cried.
My master fucked me with greater vigour, as he could see I was about to reach a great orgasm.
'Ahhhh!' I cried with each push, and with each push I could hear the sound of the great wetness that my pleasure was producing.
I held my ankles tightly wrapped around my lover's back, but he took them in his hands and lifted them, so that my legs were wide open, and his penetration was deeper.
'I am coming!'
His lordship then unsheathed his sword and put it closer to my face.
I barely knew what I was doing. With both my hands I endeavour to please him. I could now see his full size, and I couldn't believe such a beast had been inside me, but its great wetness and stickiness vouched for its success in its quest to please me. I raised my mouth and sucked the glans, running my tongue on its dome with great passion.
My master announced he too was now coming.
I felt the discharge of his warm semen in my mouth. Such a large quantity sprung that I could barely contain it inside my mouth, and I had to swallow large gulps to allow for more room to be filled with each new ejaculation.
I then licked the shaft which had the briny taste of my own pleasure to ensure that my master could be dry enough to get dressed once more.
I hope it's not boastful to say that this was not the only encounter I had with this excellent man. We lay together many more times, although I do not pretend to be thought as the only, or in any way the most special companion to similar occasions, and each time my pleasure was so vast I cannot find the words to express it fully.
I believed that the confidence granted to me by my master was in every way proper, as he had assured me, but recently her ladyship your mother has made me doubt this opinion. I recommend the innocence of my actions to your own judgment, but I will tell you how your mother came to discover these activities that I had been engaged in along with my master her husband, and how she acted after this discovery.