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Subject: {ASSM} "The Upstairs Maid" (M+F, reluctant)
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Caveat lector.
(M+F,reluctant)
If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with underage
children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories bout forced sex, don't read
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area,
don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this
story, don't read it.

Find my stories here-
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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This
story may be freely distributed with this notice
attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStories at
normdeploom dot com'

All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.

The Upstairs Maid

By
Norm DePloom

It had been a long day.  Amy was tired.  She was
looking forward to changing into her nightclothes,
saying her prayers and going to sleep.  Her room was
not as large as the closets in the master bedroom
upstairs.  It was barely big enough for her narrow
bed, a nightstand to hold the washbasin, and a short
rod to hang her few clothes on, but it was warm.  It
was cold and snowing outside and Amy had spent far too
many winters trying to survive in the cold, unheated
rooms her mother could afford to rent.  Years ago,
when she was too young to remember how old she was,
Amy had promised herself that she would, somehow, get
to live in a warm house.  Amy was happy to have this
job, it offered her a warm, dry, if somewhat small
room where she could, for the first time in her life,
be alone when she wanted to.  A chance to be alone,
and warm, meant more to her than the small wage she
was paid.  Just as she was about to undress, the door
opened.

"Amy," Miss Parks said sticking her head into the
room, "Lord Phelps wants to see you in the downstairs
sitting room."  Then she turned and left.  A wave of
fear crashed over Amy.

"Oh my God," she whispered out loud, "what have I done
wrong."  Amy stopped at the mirror in the hallway to
straighten her hair.  Please Lord, she prayed
silently, don't let me be fired.  I'll do whatever I
have to, she promised herself, to keep my warm room,
then she hurried upstairs.  Amy entered the sitting
room with trepidation; she had never spoken to Lord
Phelps, or anyone other than the other staff members.

"Come over here, girl," the old man said as soon as
Amy was inside the door.  Amy walked over and stood in
front of the man who ruled all their lives.  Without
another word the old man reached out and touched Amy's
left breast, through her dress bodice.  Amy slapped
Lord Phelps' hand away.

"Please, sir," she said as she stepped back.  Lord
Phelps sat back in his chair and looked at the young
maid.  Amy blushed under his intense gaze.  She had
always been bothered and embarrassed by the way men
looked at her.  Amy preferred to wear baggy, loose
fitting clothes that hid her 'charms' as she'd heard
men refer to her breasts, but since she had come to
work in the Phelps's household she had been given
uniforms with tight fitting bodices.  Amy had been
uncomfortable from the first day, over two weeks ago,
when she saw how her new maids uniform accented not
only her breasts but also her small waist.

Amy had been doing her best to ignore the looks and
comments of the male servants downstairs.  She had
been careful to never be alone with any of them,
especially the butler Edward, who looked at her in a
way that made his intentions all too apparent.  Amy
never imagined that a gentleman like Lord Phelps could
act in such a boorish manner.  Amy covered her breasts
with her arms and stared at her employer with shock
and disbelief.  The gaslight cast sharp shadows across
his weathered face.

"You've got to make a choice," Lord Phelps said
softly.  Amy strained to hear what he was saying.
"Just remember, it's cold and snowing outside," Lord
Phelps looked towards the window, "In fact, it seems
to be a blizzard."  Amy followed his gaze and shivered
as she watched the flakes of snow being thrown against
the dark windowpane.  When they were both quite, she
could hear the icy wind blowing around the corner of
the house.

"Your choice is simple," Lord Phelps continued with a
smile that sent an entirely different kind of shiver
down Amy's back, "you do as you are told, or I call
Edward who will beat you and throw you out into the
snow.  Then," Lord Phelps continued obviously savoring
the idea of intentional cruelty, "I will summon the
police and file charges against you for theft."  Amy's
head spun with images of her beaten and abused body
lying in the snow waiting to be picked up by police
officers who, no doubt, would believe whatever Lord
Phelps told them.

"Just think what the officers and jailers will do to
you after Edward and the boys get done with you."  Amy
was imagining it, and felt sick from the prospect.
"After you get released from prison, ruined and
probably pregnant with some unknown prison guard's
bastard, and with a conviction for stealing from your
former employer on your record, your only option will
be to work as a whore on the streets."  The future
Lord Phelps was painting for Amy seemed all too
plausible.  She had known women who ended up getting
paid pennies for fucking strangers in darkened
doorways under similar circumstances.  But, Amy
thought, at least I wouldn't have consented, I
wouldn't have cooperated with them, my soul would
still be innocent.  But he's an old man, Amy reasoned,
maybe all he wants is to look, maybe touch me a
little.  That wouldn't be so bad.  It would be far
better than being beaten, repeatedly raped, and thrown
into a cold prison cell.  It was the thought of being
in the cold prison cell, more than the probable rapes,
that prompted Amy to keep her promise to herself and
'do whatever it took' to stay in the house.

"Now, unbutton your bodice, and let me see your nice
young titties."  Lord Phelps seemed to be almost
drooling with anticipation as he waited for the young
maid to obey.  Amy hesitated, still undecided, until
Lord Phelps reached for the bell that would summon
Edward then, with tears streaming down her cheeks, and
her fingers trembling so badly she could hardly keep
hold of the buttons Amy began to undo the bodice of
her uniform for the perverted pleasure of her
employer.  Once the bodice was unbuttoned, Amy undid
the bows that held her undergarment closed then, still
unable to actually pull the clothes away and expose
her breasts to this man, she let her arms drop to her
side as she wept.

Leaning forward, Lord Phelps grasped Amy's unbuttoned
bodice with both hands and pulled her closer.  Amy
found herself standing between his knees.  She could
see the tent-like rise in the silk gown he was wearing
where his already erect cock threatened to slip from
under the material into her view.  Slowly Lord Phelps
pulled Amy's bodice, and undergarment apart exposing,
inch by agonizing inch, more of her firm young breasts
to his lecherous old eyes.  Her body trembled with the
effort of not pushing herself away from this
despicable old animal, clutching her clothes to cover
her nakedness and dashing from the room.  Lord Phelps
smiled when Amy's nipples came into view.

"They're just as beautiful as I thought they would
be."  Amy's blush deepened.  Lord Phelps placed his
hands on Amy's bare skin, one just below each of her
breasts then, leaning forward a bit more, he took her
right nipple into his mouth.  Looking around the room,
Amy had the appearance of a scared animal looking for
a place to hide.  She had to admit, in spite of the
fear, humiliation and anger, that having her nipple
sucked on felt good.  Amy hadn't been prepared for how
good it felt, she could feel herself getting wet
between her legs, and there was no way to hide from
Lord Phelps that her nipple was getting hard in his
mouth.

Lord Phelps moved his mouth to her other nipple, then
began to work Amy's dress off her shoulders and down
her arms.  With her dress slowly slipping down her
body, the front was down to the top of her pubic hair
leaving her firm belly naked, Amy was torn between her
desire to run and find someplace safe to hide, and her
desire to wrap her arms around Lord Phelps' head and
hold his mouth attached to her nipple forever.

Amy gasped in surprise, tinged with just a hint of
disappointment, when Lord Phelps let his lips slip
from her nipple as they left a wet trail of kisses
down her tummy towards the curls of pubic hair
sticking up over the top of her open dress.  When he
reached the lower part of Amy's stomach, Lord Phelps
pulled Amy's dress off her arms and let it fall in a
heap around her ankles.

"Oh God," Amy said as she looked down at her naked
body dressed only in thigh length stockings and shoes.

"Tonight," Lord Phelps said looking up into his young
maid's eyes, "you are going to discover that, in this
house, I am God."  As he spoke Lord Phelps moved his
hands over Amy's naked body, around to her firm butt.
After squeezing her fanny, Lord Phelps let his hands
run lightly down the backs of her thighs until his
fingers rested softly on the backs of her knees.
Amy's body shivered visibly as the old man's hands
explored her warm naked skin.

"Are you a virgin?"  Amy blushed and looked away.
"Are you?"  He asked again moving his hands slowly
back up her thighs.

"Yes."  Amy answered, refusing to look at the man who
was simultaneously exciting and tormenting her.

"Yes," Lord Phelps continued running his hands up her
smooth back, then around to cup her breasts once
again, "Miss Parker has always been quite good at
finding desperate young virgins for me."  Amy's body
stiffened when she heard herself referred to as a
'desperate young virgin', but Lord Phelps, with
surprising strength for a man of his age, refused to
let her pull away.

It was the truth of that description more than
anything else that upset Amy.  Up until just a few
minutes before, Amy had thought that being offered
this job almost qualified as a miracle.  Now she
realized that there was a much more mundane
explanation for her good fortune.  Not being
interested in conversation, Lord Phelps already had
his mouth re-attached to one of Amy's nipples.  Moving
his left hand around to her fanny to support Amy, and
hold her in place Lord Phelps moved his right hand
down across her belly and, after combing his fingers
through her thick, kinky pubic hair several times,
pushed between her thighs.  Amy, responding
automatically and without thought, moved her feet
apart opening her crotch to his invading hand.  Only
when his fingers spread her open and began to push
inside did she try to pull away.  Lord Phelps applied
additional pressure to her fanny to keep her in place
as his finger pushed deeper into Amy's virgin cunt.
All the while he continued to suck and nibble on her
nipples, changing every few minutes from one to the
other.

Amy couldn't believe how wet she had become, the Lords
finger penetrated her with virtually no resistance.
While his thumb moved back and forth over her
clitoris.  Never before had Amy felt such feelings,
their intensity scared her.  It seemed to her that she
had lost control of her body, her hips began moving in
an obscene manner that she never would have done under
normal circumstances.  She bent her knees slightly and
rubbed her wet pussy against the Lord's fingers.  She
blushed with embarrassment, but seemed to be unable to
stop herself.

"You will find," Lord Phelps said letting her hard,
crinkled, saliva coated nipple slip from his sucking
lips, "that being a wanton slut is a lot more fun than
being a moralistic prig."  But, Amy thought as her
body continued to move, seemingly beyond her control,
having fun is not the goal of life.  Besides,
continued her thoughts as a deep moan came from her
throat, I don't want to be a slut.  Amy made a
Herculean effort to stop her hips from pushing her
cunt against the old man's fingers.  Why does sin have
to feel so good?  Why does something that feels so
good have to be a sin?  The unexpected thought caught
her by surprise.

"Don't fight it," Lord Phelps said as his fingers
pushed deeper inside Amy.  A moan that sounded like it
was ripped from her body against her will came from
deep in Amy's throat as she placed her hands on the
old man's shoulders for support.  Her whole body
jerked as the first wave of orgasmic ecstasy crashed
over her.

"Oh God," Amy said, her voice soft but intense.

"Yes," Lord Phelps replied as he grasped Amy's swollen
Clitoris and stroked it between his thumb and finger.

"O-h G-o-d," Amy responded with a drawn out moan.

"Yes," Lord Phelps said with a tone of triumph, not
releasing the girl's sensitive clitoris from his
grasp.

"Oh God," Amy finished with a scream of pleasure she
had never imagined she would experience as she began
to slowly collapse onto her knees.

"Yes," Lord Phelps grinned at Amy, "my new little slut
has her first orgasm."  He continued to stroke Amy's
clitoris until she was on her knees in front of him
then, pulling his hand away from her crotch, he wiped
his fingers on her dress before leaning back in his
chair.  Lord Phelps watched Amy's face intently as the
orgasmic excitement drained from her cheeks to be
replaced by the bright red of embarrassment and
humiliation.  Either God is a monster, Amy thought as
she knelt in front of the old man catching her breath,
or mother and the priest were wrong about what God is
like.  No loving God would create those wonderful
feelings, then condemn people for feeling them.  As
Amy contemplated the nature of the Almighty, Lord
Phelps pulled his silk robe open.  Amy gasped at the
sight of his erect cock.

"Touch it," the old man ordered quietly.  Amy
continued to stare in disbelief.  She had no
experience with male organs, erect or otherwise to
compare this one to, but it seemed huge to her.  She
had felt completely filled with just his finger inside
her body, how, she wondered, was she ever going to get
that inside her.

"Touch it," Lord Phelps repeated a bit more firmly.
Amy reached out with her right hand and wrapped her
fingers around the shaft of flesh protruding from her
employers lap.  The large helmet shaped head stood
proudly above her fist.

"That's right," Lord Phelps couched her, "now move
your hand slowly up and down."  Amy did as she was
told.  She was amazed, fascinated, and just a little
repulsed at the same time by the way the skin moved up
and down over the firm flesh inside.

"Reach between my legs with your other hand," the old
man continued instructing her as he spread his legs
further apart, "and feel my balls."  Amy looked
dubiously at the wrinkled, hairy sack of skin hanging
from the bottom of her employer's hard cock.  She
wasn't at all sure she wanted to touch it, but she did
as she was told and was again mesmerized by the way
the two firm lumps inside moved as she gently massaged
the Lord's scrotum.

"You have a good instinct and a natural talent," Lord
Phelps told the blushing young maid.  "Get to know my
cock," he added as he placed a hand on Amy's wrist and
adjusted the speed of her strokes up and down the
shaft of his hard dick, "it's going to be your job to
pleasure it whenever I feel the need."  The intense
pleasure of her orgasm passed, Amy became overwhelmed
with guilt and remorse.  Tears began to leak from her
eyes as she caressed the cock and balls of the old man
in the chair.

"The guilt won't last," Lord Phelps assured the young
girl when he noticed her tears, "soon I'll have you
performing the most depraved sex acts imaginable
without so much as a blush."  The old man grinned with
sadistic pleasure as his words pulled an excruciated
sob from his young victim.

"Kiss it," he ordered.  Amy pulled back in revulsion,
the idea that she should put her lips on her
employer's cock turned her stomach.

"Your choices are still the same," Lord Phelps
reminded his servant as he placed his hand on the back
of her head and urged her mouth closer to his hard
dick, "do as you are told or receive a beating from
Edward and be tossed into the snow naked."  Her
stomach churning at the thought of what she was about
to do, Amy allowed her head to be pulled down until
her closed lips touched the slightly moist cock head
sticking up from her hand.

"Open your lips." the old man instructed holding Amy's
mouth pressed against his rigid cock.

"Please," Amy begged, managing to pull her mouth a
fraction of an inch off the waiting organ, "please
don't make me do this."  As she spoke Lord Phelps
worked his fingers into Amy's hair then grasped a
handful so tightly that the corners of her eyes were
pulled back in a mock Oriental slant.

"I'm really going to enjoy watching Edward beat you,"
he told the weeping young girl, "when he's finished
I'm going to have him hold you down while I fuck you.
When I'm done every male in this house will take turns
using your precious little virgin cunt.  Then we will
tie you, naked, to the iron fence outside.  If you are
still alive in the morning we will call the police."
More than the beating, more than the rapes, it was the
thought of spending the last hours of her life in the
freezing cold that frightened Amy into compliance.
Ignoring the distressful feelings coming from her
stomach Amy opened her lips and, with a whimper of
submission, took the Lord's cock head into her mouth.

"That's my good little slut," Lord Phelps said as he
stretched his legs out on each side of the naked girl
and, relaxing his grip on her hair, gently stroked her
head as one might pet their favorite dog.  Amy wanted
to scream 'I'm not a slut,' as loud as she could, but
instead she moved her tongue over the cock head that
was in her mouth.  It's not as bad as I thought it
would be, she thought.  There was a slightly musky
smell and taste, but not unpleasant.  It was only the
knowledge of the other uses that this organ was put to
that kept her stomach churning.

"Move your hand lower," he advised, "pull the foreskin
down so you can really work my cock head with your
tongue.  Yes, that's it, now take as much of it as you
can into your mouth."  Amy slowly lowered her head,
taking more and more of the hard flesh into her mouth,
until it pushed against the back of her throat and
made her choke.

"That's OK," Lord Phelps comforted Amy, patting her
head, "just take as much as you can for now.  We'll
work on relaxing your throat another day."  Amy
lowered her mouth onto the saliva-covered cock once
again.  "Remember to keep your teeth covered with your
lips," the old man reminded her.

"This," Lord Phelps continued after enjoying the
warmth and wetness of Amy's mouth for several minutes,
"is what is known as cock sucking."  Amy had heard the
expression used by street roughians and the low-lifes
she had dedicated her life to escaping, but never had
she ever imagined herself actually doing the deed
described by those nasty words.  As she continued
moving her head up and down, Amy began to forget about
her disgust, and began to discover pleasurable
sensations as her lips and tongue moved over the
smooth skin of her employer's hard cock.  She could
feel it throbbing, and gently jerking in her hand and
mouth.  Amy quickly discovered that she could illicit
stronger jerks, and moans, by concentrating on the
little upside down 'v' shaped area on the underside of
his dick where the head joined the shaft.

"I'm about to cum," Lord Phelps announced as he
continued to stroke Amy's hair, "when I shoot my spunk
into your mouth I expect you to swallow every drop of
it."  Now Amy's stomach really began to churn in
earnest.  She continued moving her head up and down
and, in spite of her growing disgust at the thought of
having her mouth filled with the discharge from a
man's penis, her employer's hard cock continued to
move in and out of her wet mouth.  Amy felt the old
man's cock jerk in a slightly different way than it
had before and, instinctvely knowing what was
happening, began to swallow rapidly, trying not to
taste the globs of her employer's sperm that flooded
her mouth.

"Don't take your mouth away," Lord Phelps instructed,
holding her head in his lap with a hand on the back of
her neck, "always hold a man's cock in your mouth for
a few moments after he's pumped his cum down your
throat."  It's not as good as chocolate, Amy thought
as the hard dick softened and shrank in her mouth, but
it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.

"Now," Lord Phelps instructed his maid, "move your
head up,  Let my cock slip from your mouth while you
use your lips to make sure that all your saliva and
any remnants of my cum stay in your mouth."  Amy did
her best to do as her employer instructed.  "Now
swallow again," he told her as his half-softened dick
fell onto his balls.

"Congratulations," Lord Phelps said to the naked young
lady kneeling between his knees, "you are now a
cocksucker."  After he spoke, Lord Phelps grinned
cruely as Amy sobbed and began to shed tears onto the
crumpled uniform surrounding her legs.  "Get used to
it," he advised the maid, "you've got a lot of cock
sucking in your future."  That did not seem to console
the girl.

"Now," he continued, "stand up."  Amy only hesitated
for a moment before she obeyed her employer.  Her
tears were quickly replaced with blushes as she stood,
naked, while the old man inspected her body in even
more embarrassing detail than he had before.  "Nice
flat belly," he said like he was talking to someone
else about an animal he was looking over, "I'll have
to decide whether I want your cunt shaved or left
hairy."  Amy's blushes burned hot on her face and
upper chest.  Never had she been talked about like
this; never had she been so dehumanized and treated
like an animal who was up for sale.  "If I have you
shaved," Lord Phelps continued, seemingly unaware of
the girls feelings of acute humiliation, "you'll have
that exciting 'little girl' look that I do love so
much.  Turn around."  Amy did as she was told and,
after turning to face away from the old man, felt his
smooth warm hands moving over her fanny then down the
back of her thighs.

"Spread your legs, dear."  Amy moved her feet apart,
then shivered as his hands moved up and down her inner
thighs.  "Nice muscle tone," he said in an off-hand
manner, "that's one reason I like working class sluts.
Your average upper class twat always seems to be a bit
flabby.  Nothing like a little hard work to keep a
bitch's bum nice and tight."  Amy wasn't sure if his
main goal was to compliment her, or to insult 'upper
class twats', as best she could make out Lord Phelps
had managed to denigrate all women with his
observation.

"Bend over," Lord Phelps ordered giving Amy's fanny a
pat, "bend all the way over and grab your ankles."
Amy hesitated, Lord Phelps had so far touched pretty
much every part of her naked body, but she had never
put herself on display the way he was ordering her to.
The sound of an icy blast of wind outside the window
reminded Amy why she was allowing this to be done to
her, and she bent over.  Looking between her legs Amy
could see Lord Phelps smiling, almost drooling as her
virgin ass and pussy opened to his gaze.

Lord Phelps placed one hand on each cheek of Amy's
fanny and, as Amy watched in embarrassed disbelief,
spread her open while he leaned forward and ran his
tongue up and down the folds of Amy's virgin pussy.
Amy could not believe what was happening, she found it
more humiliating to have Lord Phelps' lips planted on
her privates than it had been to have his cock in her
mouth.  Amy said a silent thank you to her mother for
teaching her the value of cleanliness.  Between the
blood rushing to her head, and her employers tongue
flicking back and forth over her clitoris, Amy began
to feel dizzy and placed the palms of her hands on the
floor for support.  She gasped with shock and surprise
when the old man, after working his way up through the
folds of her pussy flesh, continues his journey upward
until she felt the tip his tongue making little
circles around her quivering anus.

"Oh my god," Amy said as Lord Phelps pushed a finger
into Amy's thoroughly wet pussy just as he forced the
end of his tongue into the tight ring of her anal
sphincter.  After moving the finger in and out od her
cunt several times Lord Phelps removed his mouth from
Amy's ass and began to gently insert the tip of his
lubricated finger where his tongue had been.  Amy's
body trembled and jerked as unaccustomed feelings of
pleasure, guilt and humiliation saturated her to the
very center of her being.

"Every slut has three holes," Lord Phelps' voice
sounded faint, barely audible over the buzzing and
roaring of the blood in Amy's ears, "and each of
them," the old man continued as he pushed his finger
deeper into the virgin ass on display in front of him,
"has no other useful purpose than to be fucked by a
man's cock."  Looking between her legs, Amy could see
that her employer's cock was once again hard, standing
at attention in his lap, seeming to point directly at
Amy's unfucked cunt. Pulling the invading digit from
his maids rear, Lord Phelps stood and, pushing the
chair back for more room, grasped the base of his re-
invigorated dick and rubbed its head up and down the
wet folds of Amy's pussy.  With a unique upside down
perspective Amy watched as Lord Phelps' cock head sank
into her.  She could feel her vaginal tissues
stretching as the large instrument of her debauchment
pushed deeper and deeper into her virgin hole.  At
regular intervals Lord Phelps would pull his rigid
implement partway out of his young victim, then push
it back deeper into her slowly yielding sex.

Amy wanted to look away, she wanted to not watch her
body being ravished by her old employer, but she could
not take her eyes off the sight above her.  The
stretching was, at times, uncomfortable, but she felt
none of the tearing, ripping pain she had always been
led to believe accompanied the deflowering of a young
virgin such as herself.  Amy felt her employer's firm
grip on her hips as she watched him push the last inch
of his cock into her body.  Her cunt lips ground
against the old man's pubic hair as he gave several
sharp jerks with his hips to insure he was as deep
into his maid as humanly possible.

Amy was, admittedly, fascinated by the sight of Lord
Phelps' hard cock pulling slowly out of the stretched
opening.  She watched as her inner lips, clinging to
the large shaft, moved outward, tugging and pulling on
her clitoris.  Amy was surprised rto hear herself moan
in pleasure as the cock changed directions and pushed
back into her body.

"God how I love a virgin slut," the old man exclaimed
as he fucked faster, and more forcefully in and out of
the young woman's newly opened pussy.  Amy, caught up
in the rush of unfamiliar, but very pleasant
sensations pushed back against the old man, fucking
herself on his large cock.  She felt, and from her
unique position saw Lord Phelps' cock pulse and jerk
as he held it deep inside her body and coated her
vaginal walls with his cum.

"Now," Amy's employer said, still holding his cock
buried in his maid's pussy, "listen carefully,
whenever I indicate that I am finished fucking you,
you will gather up your clothes and leave the room
immediately without saying a word, or making a sound.
You will not stop to put on your clothes until you are
out of sight and earshot."  Lord Phelps allowed his
softening cock to slip from Amy's cunt.  "I will not
want to see you or hear you again until the next time
you are summoned to be fucked.  Each time you are
summoned you will remove your clothing and enter the
room naked."

"When you are awakened in the morning," Lord Phelps
continued his instructions as he stood behind his bent
over employee, "you will come immediately to my
bedroom, strip naked and join me in my bed.  Be sure
you do not wake me when you do this, but when I do
wake up I expect you to be beside me naked and ready
to fuck."  Lord Phelps released his grip on Amy's hips
and sat down in his chair.  "Now go."

The coldness of her employer's dismissal brought new
tears of humiliation to Amy's eyes as she gathered her
clothes and, holding them in front of her in an
attempt to cover her naked body, left the room.  When
she reached the far side of the adjoining room Amy
draped her clothes over the back of a chair, then
began to re-dress.  Only as she was straightening her
dress, after buttoning up her bodice, did Amy notice
Edward, the butler, standing in the shadows watching
her.  Amy turned away, could feel her face burning
with embarrassment; Edward had obviously been waiting
there, knowing he would have the opportunity to see
the new maid without her clothes.  When Amy turned
back she gasped, Edward had his pants undone and was
openly stroking his hard cock.  Amy dashed from the
room and didn't stop running until she was in her
small room with the latch on the door safely locked.

After a good cry, and washing herself as well as she
could with only the water she had in the wash basin,
Amy put on her sleeping clothes and, after kneeling
and begging God to forgive her for being willing to
trade her chastity for a warm room to sleep in,
climbed into her bed.  For the longest time sleep
evaded her.  Every time she started to drift off she
would recall the feel of her employer's cock pushing
into her cunt or how it felt when she held it in her
mouth.  Amy constantly fought the urge to spread her
legs and use her fingers to recreate the feelings she
had experienced.  When she did drift off, her dreams
were populated with large, hard cocks pushing at every
part of her body.

So real were these dreams that it took several minutes
for Amy to realize that there really was someone in
her bed with her.  Amy moved from the dream of being
ravished to the reality of being ravished with an
abrupt shock.  Opening her eyes, Amy recognized Edward
on top of her.

"No," she whispered intently trying to push the butler
off her.  Amy heard a loud ripping sound as she felt
her nightclothes being torn away from her body.

"Please don't," she begged as she felt the head of his
cock pushing against her pussy, "not you too."  The
man pinning her to her bed and forcing his hard cock
into her body made no reply to her whispered request.
Amy turned her face to the side so she would not have
to look at his face while, with resigned silence, she
laid in her bed, with her legs spread, as the butler
fucked his cock into her.  Accompanied by grunts and
muscle spasms, Amy felt Edward's cock pulse inside her
pussy.  As soon as he was done, the butler rolled off
her and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I took the latch off your door," Edward announced as
he pulled the covers back to view Amy's half naked
body in the dim light, "when Lord Phelps isn't making
use of your body, you will remain in your room and be
available for the staff to fuck."  Amy turned away
from the butler and lay on her side facing the wall.
Tears rolled from her eyes.

"Get up, whore," Edward said giving Amy's fanny a
slap, "it's time to go fuck the Lord."  Amy waited
until the butler was gone then got out of bed and
pulled her dress on and buttoned up the bodice.
Closing the door to her room behind her Amy stopped
and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"If," Amy asked her image in the mirror, "I'm willing
to be fucked in order to have a warm room to sleep in,
what difference does it make if I'm being fucked by
one cock, or by a hundred?"


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Norm DePloom
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Carpe noctem.
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