Maid for Lady Chatterley: Episode 1
"Excuse me, Miss," Emma, the maid, said.
"What is it, Emma?"
Emma blushed.
"It's Mellors, he wants to see both of us right away."
Something inside me began to stir.
Things between the butler and me had gone back to normal after the incident a few weeks ago. I was the daughter of the manor's lord, and he was the butler. Our interactions were always appropriate - like a lady and a servant. I thought he might try again, but he didn't. However, with Papa going to Paris for a few days and many of the staff taking time off, it made sense for him to act.
"Did he say what he wanted?"
"No, Miss. He only said he wanted to see us both. He told me to tell you."
I blushed.
"Not your fault at all, Emma," I replied.
"Yes, Miss." Emma also blushed.
"Where is he, Emma?"
"The study, Miss."
I followed her there.
I liked Emma. She was slightly taller than me and also slender. Her short, dark hair, her respectful demeanor, and her impressive sense of responsibility made me wonder about her character. I was always polite to her, but she always emphasized maintaining the status quo.
Mellors was sitting in the study, smoking a cigar and drinking a brandy.
"Thank you, Emma."
"You're welcome, Sir."
"Hope you enjoy it, too," he smirked.
I didn't like the probable meaning behind that smirk.
"Good morning, Miss Penelope."
"Good morning, Mellors."
"Right. There will be some changes here this weekend, Emma. You'll take Miss Penelope to the servants' quarters in a bit. She'll be the under maid," he announced.
"Yes, Sir." She responded, sounding assured.
He looked at me as if challenging me to say something.
"I do... Sir," I responded.
Emma inhaled sharply.
"I have laid out two maid outfits in your room. You see, Emma, what you don't know is that Miss Penelope has some unique needs, don't you, Missy?"
Being spoken to like that, in front of Emma the maid, without any warning, was like a blow to my stomach. I felt my face turning red. Emma also blushed. He gazed into my eyes.
"I do... Sir." I replied.
"Emma, you will take Miss Penelope to the servants' quarters. I have laid out outfits for both of you. If you agree, Miss?"
"Yes, Sir," I answered.
"There you go, girls. See you in a while," he dismissed us.
There was an awkward silence as we walked to the servants' quarters. It was only when we reached Emma's room that the silence was broken. On her bed were French maid outfits - black lace and frilly petticoats, stockings, suspender belts, and caps, with high heels.
Emma looked at me. I looked at her.
"I'm sorry, Miss."
"Why, Emma?" I asked.
"Well, sometimes he has me dress like that, Miss, but you..."
I blushed.
"Let's just get this done," I said.
"I'll help. I'll get ready first," she offered.
Emma undressed and put her uniform aside. I appreciated her slender, tall body, clad only in a bra and white panties. She then put on the frilly black lace underwear, matching bra, and rolled up the stockings. After putting on the rest of the outfit, including the high heels, she asked, "Does my outfit look good on me, Miss?"
"Very well, Emma."
Taking a deep breath, I discarded my dress and handed it to her, watching as she sounded a bit transfixed by my breasts.
"No bra, Miss?"
"Sometimes; when I'm relaxing", I clarified.
"You have smaller breasts than me, Miss."
That made me blush.
"And you look stunning in that outfit, Emma."
She blushed.
"Thank you, Miss. Now, shall I help you?"
"Please, Emma," I smiled.
I took a deep breath and removed my sundress, handing it to her, who seemed entranced by my breasts.
"No bra, Miss?"
"Occasionally, but not when I'm relaxing," I explained.
I then removed my panties and handed them to her.
"I'm so grateful you think I look good, Miss, Emma."
We took off our clothes and put on the maid outfits - black lace French maid clothes - with stockings, high heels, a belt, and suspenders.
"Emma, you're stunning in that outfit."
"Thank you, Miss."
"There's no question about what the guy wants, ma'am. I've discovered they have quite basic preferences."
"Did he sleep with you?" I inquired.
She blushed.
"No, mam, he's been fair with me. He's stuck his dick in me from behind and made me suck him, but he's respected my wish not to be penetrated vaginally. Could you, ma'am, tell me if there's anything he's got on you?"
"Nothing. He found me pleasuring myself one night, but I'm not being forced to do this."
"Why though?"
I told her about de Sade and the history of O.
"I see, ma'am. I've fantasized about it myself. I'll do everything I can to safeguard you, ma'am."
I felt tears welling up, and I needed to compose myself.
"Thank you. I presumed we ought to go back?"
"I advise you to apply some dark red lipstick and mascara and some blusher, ma'am."
We did that and returned to the study.
Mellors flashed a wide grin, wide enough to serve as a tunnel.
"Goodness, you two appear sexier than I anticipated."
"Thank you, sir." we both responded.
"Missy, you are in charge of Emma, as you will call her from this moment forward. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Order her to kneel and kiss my ass."
Emma looked at me with a startled expression, nervous about my response, but, as I blinked approvingly, she did it.
"Missy, come behind me, lift my skirt, and kiss my ass."
"Yes, Miss Emma," I said, squirming, but soaked through from addressing my maid as Miss and hearing her call me Missy.
Mellors watched with some enjoyment as I got on my knees behind Emma and, lifting her mini skirt, kissed her ass. It looked appetizing and I could tell from the scent of her lower region that she was as turned on as I was.
"Damn it!" Mellors exclaimed. "I was going to hold back, but the sight of her ladyship attired like that and kissing your ass has made me hard. Emma, in front of me, attend to my dick. Missy, keep kissing her ass."
As Emma got on all fours to tend to his needs, her panties bunched up, slipping into her wet pussy. I couldn't resist. As she bobbed to and fro to service Mellors' dick, I started licking at her pussy, pulling her panties aside. Mellors' groans drowned out any other noises, but when I touched her clit, she pushed her rear end back at me, clearly wanting more and I complied. She tasted as good as she appeared, and my tongue pressed in as deeply as I could, even at the risk of my nose touching her anus. I wanted her that much.
My tongue darted in and out, in time with her movements, which were directed by Mellors, who was moving her head. I sensed her stiffen, assuming he'd come, before realizing, given the amount of liquid, that she'd already had. I grasped her hips and licked.
"Fuck, ladies, how is a man meant to hold back? Explain that to me, ladies. Clean me up, Emma, then kiss Missy."
He didn't seem to realize that she had come.
When she had finished, she turned to me. Her lips and chin were stained with his cum. She looked at me as if to say "sorry," and kissed me.
"Tongue Emma."
Emma forced her salty-tasting tongue into my mouth, sharing her harvest with me.
"Holy fuck, ladies, that's one of the sexiest things I've ever witnessed! Let me see your mouths, ladies!"
We crouched down and opened our mouths.
"Holy fuck, what a pornographic spectacle! Now, ladies, clean yourselves up, fetch me some lunch, and we shall see what's next."
We left shamefully.
"Sorry about that, Miss, but thank you for the delightful orgasm. You're truly incredible at that."
I grinned.
"Get used to calling me Missy, if you slip up with the other name, your bottom will pay the price."
We both giggled.
"Did you enjoy the thought of being my maid?"
"What made you assume that?" I said as we finished cleaning ourselves.
"This," she said, leaning in to lick my cheek. "You still had some of my pussy juice on you. You didn't need to get as passionate, so I'm assuming you relished plunging your face into my butt and your tongue into my pussy?"
My blushing gave me away.
"You referred to me as Miss Emma. Liked that - Missy?"
"Yes, Miss Emma, I absolutely loved it."
"I want to fuck you, Missy."
"Good, because I want to be fucked by you. But what steps are we going to take regarding him?" TextBox
I mentioned that I was retrieving the platter for the meal we had prepared for him.
"Let me handle him, dear. If he ends up getting too forward with you, I've got some tactics up my sleeve," she said, fixing me with a loving glance. "I'll safeguard you, dear." And she kissed me.
"Now then, ladies," he greeted as we entered. I provided the tray onto the table.
"Luncheon is served, Sir."
"Lovely girl, Missy. How's Emma behaving?"
"Impeccably, Sir. She even addresses me as Miss Emma now."
His face beamed.
"Excellent. Let's eat, and you two girls should have a share from the kitchen."
"Yes, Sir," Emma responded. "I'll go and fetch Missy some food. Once I'm done, I'll return to collect your plates."
"Splendid, Emma. Missy, off you go."
I felt somewhat stunned.
"Are you alright, Missy?" Emma inquired, embracing me as we made our way to the kitchen.
"Yes, I'm just grateful to you. You could've been deliberately unpleasant to me."
"Oh, I could, but not with him. And only if you wanted me to. I've been yearning after you for ages, your grace."
I chuckled back.
"I suppose I have to express my gratitude to Mellors for making this occur."
"Forget about him, just enjoy our time," Emma insisted, "let's get something to eat."
We hurriedly consumed a sandwich and ensured the kitchen was spotless.
"Okay, Missy, it's time for the under maid to gather his lordship's dishes."
"Yes, Miss Emma," I bobbed a curtsey.
Mellors appeared to be quite pleased with himself.
"Well done, Missy. Collect all of his lordship's leftovers and then you can return here with Emma."
As I picked up the tray, he couldn't resist grasping my derriere.
"Mm, what an enjoyable backside. It's so pleasurable touching it, particularly as it belongs to a breathtaking butt. Here, spread your legs, slut!"
I complied, allowing him to slide two fingers along my underwear.
"You truly are a whore, Missy. These are already wet. Go get Emma and come back here immediately."
I scampered back.
"He's agitated," I cautioned her.
"No surprises there - he's constantly like that. What happened?"
I recounted to her.
"Alright, ladies, him and I will be entertaining ourselves in here. You go ahead and do what you both do best."
We both headed back, submissive maids for the butler.
"Kneel down, Missy. Emma, stand by her side. Unzip me and offer her ladyship her treat!"
There was little choice left, so we got down to it.
Emma eyed me as she gradually undid him while simultaneously squeezing his balls, providing slow strokes. Her hand masked his member, which swelled. She then bent down and kissed one side, gesturing for me to kiss him over on the other side. I had to agree that kissing Emma was a rewarding incentive for being a "good girl." She had obviously performed this task many times before. We took turns carefully licking our way back up to his glistening crown, not wanting to miss any of it. Emma licked off the pre-cum, sucking him into her mouth until she encountered his head. And so I followed suit, opening my mouth wide and sliding it down.
"Fuck, you both really know how to satisfy," he exclaimed.
Emma held his member, gripping the base while smoothly rubbing his sack, while I moved my mouth up and down the length of him. I couldn't help but look up at him, finding him holding his eyes shut, moaning out in delight. I could notice Emma speaking in whispered urgency.
"He won't take long. Prepare yourself."
The sensation heightened as I felt his shaft shift in my mouth, stiffening and quivering. And then it happened, his first ejaculation spurting through his cock, salty, bitter, and perfectly delicious. I tried my best to swallow his eruption, savoring the remaining two loads that followed. Tasting their lovemaking only increased the pleasure, so I relished it further.
"Jesus Christ, how are men supposed to withhold release with two lustful ladies?"
Emma laughed mockingly, mouthing "The point!" before kissing me back, swallowing the remnants.
"Guide me in cleaning you up, Sir. Missy's not as proficient in this area."
Emma accepted his now limp member and lovingly licked up every last molecule of fluid, winking at me the whole time. "He's quite happy." he admitted.
"Back to him, ladies. Show him that bottom!"
The embarrassment of the butler referring to my behind, coupled with the need for some relief, made me squirm again. However, I did as he asked.
"You truly are a sexy individual, my lady. The same goes for Emma. We'll meet again soon."
After a quick spank, off he went to recover.
"There's a burning desire for release within both of us now, my lady."
"I agree."
"For the moment, Missy, it's best to hold off. If he inquires, I can guess what would occur if you've indulged."
"Really?"
"An underground chamber is where he takes myself or the other maids. He treats us quite roughly there. You're experiencing the pleasant side of him now, but if you cross him, you certainly don't want to face the other side. But this enticing side is what you crave, isn't it, Lady P?"
Emma tugged down her panties and sat back, pulling me towards her. I was drawn in by the desire she represented.
"Tell me, how does it feel to be a maid serving your former mistress?"
Asking in such a suggestive manner showed that Emma was well aware of the source of my growing excitement.
"Highly satisfactory, Miss," I replied, lavishing her bare lips with a long, slow lick and then using my fingers to open her wet folds. Upon doing so, I licked her inner wetness. She moaned and clutched my head, rubbing herself against me.
"Oh fuck, you're such an excellent cunt eater, my lady."
Her pressing me closer made it challenging for my tongue to reach her wetness; consequently, I chose to lick her clit instead. She arched her back and kept holding my head. I tugged her clit before allowing her to rub herself against me again.
Lifting my position so she could rest her legs on my shoulders, I inserted two fingers into her lubricated wetness while simultaneously sucking her clit. Her cunt was soaking wet, causing my fingers to slip and slide. I traced the rough patch, exciting her as I teased it.
"Yes, yes."
Suddenly, there was a cool breeze, followed by the lifting action of my skirt and the removal of my panties, leaving them around my thighs. I soon discovered the reason as I felt the sting of a hand slapping against my behind.
"You're a disgraceful female, Missy - if you're naughty, this is the outcome!" Mellors announced, accompanied by more smacks.
In spite of the pain, I continued to pleasure Emma, but the same hand held me down for more.
"Good, Missy, Miss Emma - I'm hard again. It's now or never for your ass."
Emma moved so I could lubricate her ass with her own juices.
As she selflessly did this to save me, I wanted to prepare her well. Fortunately, she had cleansed herself, making her anal passage pristine. I licked it, wondering if my friends would find it amusing if they could see me licking my maid's back passage. Emma gasped and moaned as I licked and probed her.
I entered her tightness, pushing my tongue in. She cried out before I pushed at the muscles, further expanding her. I brushed my fingers through her wetness, lubricating her anal opening. She began pushing back. Straining and stretching, I finally managed to thrust my tongue into her tightness.
"Go, Sir. Fuck Miss Emma's ass," I whispered as he prepared himself.
After we joined, my skirt was pushed up, showing my bruised arse.
"She seems more a naughty schoolgirl rather than the lady, doesn't she, Emma?"
"Yes, Sir," she murmured.
"Your ladyship, bend over against the wall."
I stumbled my way to the corner with my blood-soaked pants still revealed.
"My friends would think I'm a naughty schoolgirl rather than a noblewoman, wouldn't they?"
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