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Well, thank you.
I was going to have him killed on safari or maybe poisoned. Something where the reader would go, “OMG, she had him killed!”
but the horse thing seemed like Karma, and who is to say she didn't have him killed.
Eric Clapton – After Midnight
Time Warp – Rocky Horror Picture Show
The Cars – Let the Good Times Roll
Jon BonJovi – Bang a Drum
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xDalTLstYg
Anne Hathaway – Somebody to Love (from Ella Enchanted)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SN8hW7AeoQI
It's not Freddie, but I can forgive her
Months went by and we fell into a domestic routine, with afternoon walks to the park and dinner at six. Madame had always prefered the smaller house in town that we lived in anyway. We had just a cook, Emma and Mr. Preston, and of course me, but I didn’t draw a salary. The Manor house belonged with the title as well as the lands, but Claire was her father’s daughter, and had made a fortune on her own and hid it away, before she had inherited. James had claimed that Madame’s beloved horse, “Paladin”, belonged to the Estate. She gave it up with just a smile and no argument. I was shocked, Madame loved that horse. James did it just for spite, I think.
“It’s alright.” She assured me. “Andrew will need a good pony when he is five, not that beast.”
Still it struck me, Claire let it go, as if it didn’t matter to her. She doted on Andrew and me instead of riding that horse. She loved to watch him nurse , with a smile on her lips and adoration in her eyes, and at night she would take her turn to feed.
We would cuddle up in Madame’s bed, with her thigh between my legs and my arm under her head. She would latch on and we would stare into each others eyes as she suckled. My milk flowed easily and she would moan with a hunger. Claire would rock her hips, her thigh rubbing my mound. I would squeal and giggle as she sometimes nibbled my nipple. Andrew favored the left, so Madame balanced me out on the right. But at times sucking the one got the other leaking and she would roll me on top of her, letting gravity help her get both into her greedy mouth.
Her hand would find my slit and mine hers. My middle digit compared to her three. We would frig each other, not too deep, just inside. Madame’s sucking sent jolts to my womb and her fingers would get clamped on. I smiled down at her half closed eyes. My fingers ran along her lips as the middle one rolled that spot. Claire moaned underneath me and around my tit. She never gave up her prize, not even in orgasm.
Her hand smacked my ass as a signal, and we ground together. My hands free, I went to one side again and cradled my Madame. Our pussies so near as we rode each other. Claire battered into my lips with her leg. If she had a cock she would have been slamming into me. Again the smack on the ass and we went faster. She wiggled beneath me and hot air from her nostrils warmed my tit flesh. Now she spanked my ass in constant encouragement. The bed creaked with our rhythmic movement and my bottom was swatted in perfect time. My ass was getting warmer, but my orgasm was building. Each strike a ticking of the countdown to bliss.
We rubbed at each other until I felt Claire try to clamp her legs and shudder. She never let go my nipple but I felt her cum. For my reward, she thrust her hand between us and shoved the duckbill shape of her fingers into me like a fat cock.
“Ride it pet!” She commanded. “FUCK ME”
Her wrist was on her mound and I rocked on her fingers and fucked them into my slit. I was so close before it took only a few strokes.
I shoved my face into the mattress next to Claire’s head and shouted my cumming. Madame bucked her hips up, helping to drive the fingers into me. My Mistress was fucking me. I shook and finally collapsed on her. My Madame purred and stroked my back. We rolled to our sides and held each other until I thought I would fall asleep.
“Pet,” Claire finally broke the embrace. “off to bed, sweet one. Andrew will need you.”
My room was the nursery now, and she was right. Still, I could have fallen asleep in her arms and been content. Instead I rolled out of her bed and stood on the floor.
“A kiss, Madame?” I asked as usual, and she smiled, her eyes seemed soft and adoring.
She sat up and I leaned in so she could take my face in her hands. This kiss was gentle, not hungry or passionate. A loving but sated kiss before slumber.
“Good night, my pet.” I hesitated thinking she wanted to say more, but no.
“Good Night, Madame” I replied and turned away.
Just before Andrew turned one a tragedy had struck. Claire came to us in the little garden in back, where I was getting sun and air with my beautiful boy. Our little man could sit up and had a smile like sunshine. He always had giggles for Claire who would only be silly for him. But today she seemed quite her serious self.
She sat on the edge of a wicker chair with a folded newspaper in hand. She looked at the stones underfoot and not to us.
“James has met with an accident.” She began slowly.
Mr. Preston came out with a large scotch on a tray for his Mistress.
“Thank you” Claire took it and downed half of it. “He went riding on the estate , on Paladin, and was thrown when the horse balked at a jump.” Claire shook her head. “Damn fool broke his neck.” She put bluntly.
“I’m so sorry, my Lady.” Preston offered solemnly and then moved back inside.
Claire got up and walked around, sipping the rest of her scotch. Finally when we were sure to be alone she came towards me.
“Do you know what this means?” She had a half smile now. “James had no heir.” She picked up our Andrew. “Well, not a legitimate one.” She actually winked at me.
She smiled wide and poked his little belly making him giggle. Claire spun around now in absolute glee with Andrew secure in her arms, who laughed and laughed.
She held him out before the sky. “I present to you, Lord Andrew Clarence Bathurst, 14th Baron of Bathurst. My heir, my son.” She said proudly. Madame was radiant in… victory was the only description. She hugged him close and kissed his cheek before giving him back to me.
“Take that father, There’s our heir.” Claire spoke to the air as she sat back in the chair now. “By your rules.”
It was sinking in to my head. “So as his guardian…?”
“It’s mine to care for until he comes of age.” She smiled, but her voice had seriousness to it.
That night Claire made love to me. She still tied me down and spanked me, then rolled me over and teased me to the edge time and time again, only to smother me with her wet pussy. But after she rode my tongue and then ground my pussy into paste, grinning down at me, she held me in her arms until I got up on my own to leave.
“Stay” She reached for me and pulled me back to her. Her body formed around my back again and her arms encircled me. She nuzzled me anew and I fell asleep within the warmth of her protection.
Sometimes I look at Claire as she plays with Andrew and wonder if she planned it all, even my getting pregnant. But I shove those thoughts aside. How does one make a man fall off a horse, let alone make sure a maid gets pregnant.
THE END
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Toni Braxton – Unbreak My Heart
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