From that day on, I found my master very generous and patient with me, and not exacting or vexing in any way.
As you know, he is often away, travelling for business, and, when he's home, he's often occupied with the running of the estate. So, I never expected my attention, although I desired it very much.
It is my honour to say that, at least once every month, this most illustrious gentleman visited me, shared many good words to lift my spirits, and he lay with me in the most rewarding way.
I could never get used to his generous proportions, which always surprised me and challenged my physical capacity to contain it. He was always very attentive and often enquired after my well being during our encounters, and I always assured him that the pleasure he gave me was the greatest I had ever felt, and that whatever difficulty his size would offer made the extasy the more exquisite.
One day, as I was waxing the furniture, my master surprised me from behind. He hugged me from behind, which at first scared me, then, once I realised it was him who was embracing me so tenderly, it filled me with great pride. I then laughed, and he joined me in this merriment.
He then began to kiss me, which quickly filled me with desire, as I was now prepared to expect a much greater pleasure to be rendered to me presently.
I ran my hands on his body without any shame or restraint. I instantly felt he was ready for me, and that his desire had inflamed his groin which was bulging under the fine cloth of his trousers.
A woman cannot outwardly show her excitement to the same degree as a man can, so I informed my master that:
'I am very wet and ready to take you. I cannot wait much longer. Please take me now!'
He helped me undress, then he caressed me in that secret place to appreciate my urgency.
'You are very wet,' he said, entering my pussy with his fingers. 'I enjoy feeling how wet you get.'
He then began rubbing my clitoris, gently at first, then faster.
'I will come now, if you don't stop,' I told him.
But he wouldn't stop. He massaged me so expertly, that my legs buckled. He sustained me with one arm, while insisting with the other hand on my womanhood. He knew what I liked by now, so he slapped my clitoris; he tormented it, pinching it, and squeezing it, then caressing it tenderly again. He fitted his fingers inside me and shook them violently to increase my desire. He could apply the gentlest touch one moment, and then become the cruellest tyrant the next. I could not desire anything more or anything different. He masturbated me so expertly to the point I cried and whined out pleasure until I finally reached an orgasm.
My master laughed and showed me his hand that was wet and sticky with froth.
'See? Knowing that I can make you come so violently excites me very much,' he informed me.
I was proud to hear this, and I was eager to return the favour.
I unbuttoned his trousers and begged:
'Please show me your cock!'
The sight was marvellous: the large, perfectly shaped glans; the thick shaft with veins running under the skin; the heavy pouch of his testicles; and the dark fur that covered the base sent me into extasy. I could already imagine the tight sensation of having that object inside me. I could imagine the pubes matted with my own juices. I could imagine the sensation of his large plums hitting me with each push.
I began massaging the shaft with my hand, prolonging my thirst to have it inside me. Instead, I reached behind the testicles and licked the area behind them with great eagerness. I knew now that my master liked this area to be cared for. I also sucked each testicle, and I enjoyed listening to my master sigh with pleasure. He caressed my hair, and he pushed me now and then to show me which part to indulge on.
'Keep going, my good Margot. You make me so hard I can't bear it!'
When I felt I couldn't take it any longer, I put his dick in my mouth. By then, I had learned to fit it all in my mouth, even though it stretched that cavity to its limit. I had also learned to let it slide down my throat. I felt that I was choking, but I kept sucking. I could move back and forth slowly due to the size of that organ. I drooled greatly under the effort, which helped lubricating the shaft and easing its movement down my throat. This activity felt very overwhelming, but also strangely enjoyable, and I began massaging my clitoris to ease the difficulty that I was under but also to fuel that fire that was now burning within me.
When I felt I was about to lose my consciousness, I extracted my master's cock from my throat and my mouth, and I drew breath. I looked up to this gentleman, which I saw through tears.
'Do you like it? I feel you're very hard…' I said.
He seemed pray of a great passion, so that he pushed my head closer to his dick once more.
I then resumed my sucking. There was much drool on my face, which was sticky from it, and more saliva was coming down my chin and onto my master's stomach and genitals. My sucking was noisy, and, when the dick touched or pressed to hard on some parts of my throat, I wretched and was forced to pause the activity to breathe in more air.
Meanwhile, as I touched myself, I had become eager to be satisfied in a different way, namely, to have my master's dick inside my pussy.
'I want you inside me,' I told him.
He held his dick in his hand and let its tip touch my tongue a few times, as if he was pondering what was about to happen. He smiled at me.
I felt I was getting very wet again, and I was impatient to know what position he liked me to assume. I liked him on top, as I could hug him tenderly and look into his eyes or kiss him when the passion was so great that I need to be consoled. Sometimes, he liked me to sit on top of him and ride him. This position allowed him to hold my breasts or caress my buttocks. Other times, he liked to have me on all fours, like an animal, so that he could stand behind me and grab me with passion or reach under me to stimulate my clitoris with his fingers while his dick was stimulating me from inside, or maybe he could slap my buttocks to prod me and incite me. I greatly enjoyed them all, as they all offered different angles of penetrations, and each one offered unique possibilities and stimulated me in different ways.
Just then, the door opened.
All colour drained from my face, when I saw my mistress on the threshold. Her eyes were burning ambers. Her mouth trembled and her wrists were clenched.
'What's happening here?' she demanded.
Neither I nor my master spoke.
Her ladyship walked into the room, staring at us, trembling with rage.
I wanted to explain that I was simply servicing my master the way I knew would please him, but I now believe that the pleasure that I was receiving from this activity was probably a sign of my guilt. Furthermore, I had not been attending to the chores her ladyship had assigned to me that day.
'I see what's going on!' my mistress said. 'You little slut,' she continued, turning now to me, 'is this how you thank me for bringing me into my house?'
I was trembling. Warm tears were rolling down my cheeks.
'Well, let's see what you were about to do. Come on! Don't waste my time.'
I saw no possibility of an appeal.
Even my master wasn't saying anything. He lay on the floor. His staff was risen, still hard.
My mistress held my face in her hand and looked at my state: my mouths and cheeks were smeared with drool, and they were streaked with tears. My hair was discomposed. She laughed and said:
'Come on. Let's see how you take it.'
I sat down, carefully. I placed the head against my opening. I looked at my master, but he was watching his wife, waiting for instructions.
My mistress pushed me down, so that the whole length of the dick rammed into me in one movement.
I cried out.
She slapped my ass cheek.
'Move! Don't pretend you don't know.'
'I know you like it, you little whore,' she said. 'I want to hear you say it. Tell me what my husband is doing to you.'
I was disconcerted by this request.
As I hesitated, my mistress hid me on the side of the head.
'Move! Speak!'
I began to move up and down on my master's dick.
'He's fucking me so hard. It's so big I fear he might break me,' I said.
'You understand you should be punished for this infraction?'
'Yes, your ladyship. I've been bad…' I replied.
Her ladyship picked up the bottle of oil I was using on the furniture.
'Bend over!' she ordered.
I leaned with my hands on my master's chest. In this position, my butt cheeks spread open, and my behind could be easily viewed. I knew what punishment was in store for me.
'Please, your ladyship! That little avenue has never been perused by anything larger than a finger… And with your husband's big tool already inside me, I believe I cannot hold any more within me.'
She slapped me on my ass again. Repeatedly.
'Speak when you you're spoken to. Now, spread, if you will, or I will make you spread.'
I bent over some more, hoping to allow an easier passage in through my back door.
I felt two fingers move into my asshole. I moaned greatly. I was being filled so, but I worried this was but the beginning.
My master, whose sensibility had been moved by the contact with my nether regions, couldn't help but moving underneath me to reach that natural conclusion that his nature demanded.
I was not insensible to his attacks. I was feeling a great warmth building up within me, and whatever worry the wrath of my mistress had provoked was overshadowed by my desire to be satisfied. My physical instincts had now been awoken; my body was moving without my control, while my conscious mind had been made blind, deaf and mute.
In this position, and with the mounting pressure that the two fingers of my mistress were exerting from behind, the movement of my master's dick was greatly restricted. I could feel its girth stretching me, the hems of the glans stroking my inner linings, and its whole length moving in and out of me.
My mistress added a third finger, and I felt my anus clench in protestation. But she didn't relent: she added a third finger, and finally her thumb.
Now, with such pressure being applied to so little an opening, my body at first tried to protect itself from the attack; then, unable to resist any longer, it opened up completely, and my mistress could fit her entire fist inside my ass.
'Oh, my lady!' I cried. 'What are you doing to me?'
'Don't you like to be penetrated? Don't you desire your masters to fuck you like a little bitch?'
'Ow, ow! Poor me…' I cried.
But my discomfort was soon forgotten. I was being penetrated in both holes, and inside my body the fire was now raging, and the pleasure was overpowering. I knew not what I was doing or what I was thinking. I just moved like a leave in the wind.
'This is so good,' I moaned.
My master was also feeling a great satisfaction and grabbed my breasts with his hands, to better hold me and fuck me even harder. He squeezed them tightly.
I cried out.
My lady was now moving her hand up and down inside my ass, while her husband was ramming with his large cock into my pussy.
I felt all reason abandon me. All pain was gone, and the greatest pleasure I had ever felt was shaking me violently.
I cried out that I was coming, and my lady indicated me to lift myself and offer my pussy to my master's face.
I cried out as I squired into his open mouth.
My mistress, feeling she had achieved her goal, removed her hand from within me and sucked her husband's dick with great relish until he groaned and then ejaculated. My master's pleasure attended to, her ladyship came up to me and signalled me to open my mouth so that she could let all the sperm fall into my mouth. Then, she put a hand onto my mouth and nose until I swallowed it all.
Once our bodies separated, I suddenly felt empty and cold. The orgasm had faded, and I felt much confusion at what had passed. Then, I became insensitive to the world. The pleasure had been so great and had demanded so much of my faculties that I fainted. I know not how long I lay there, undressed and in that state of disarray. When I came to, I was alone.
From that day on, your father has avoided my company, and my mistress has not spoken to me once. I tried to please them both with my good manners and hard work, but I still haven't been forgiven for my infractions.
I felt abandoned. I will confess that I have often cried at night, but then a chance encounter with your tutor, Mr Clement, lifted me somewhat from my condition and granted me a new hope.