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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: The Upstairs Maid
Part:
Summary: After an exhausting day at work in the 
Phelps' residence, Amy is called into her employer's 
presence to learn about the rest of her duties.
Keywords: Mf first oral anal reluc

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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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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.  At sixteen, 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 maid's 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 undid 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 
worked 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 pushed 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 and 
their intensity scared her.  It seemed to her that she 
had lost control of her body, her hips moved in an 
obscene manner that she never would have used 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 second 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 slowly 
collapse onto her knees.  

"Yes," Lord Phelps chuckled as he grinned at Amy, "my 
new little slut has her first orgasm."  He continued 
to stroke Amy's clitoris until her orgasm subsided 
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 leaked 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 lowlifes 
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 forgot about her 
disgust, and discovered 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 churned 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 different way than it had before and, 
instinctively knowing what was happening, swallowed 
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 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 that 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, he 
spread her open while he leaned forward and ran his 
tongue up and down the folds of her 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 felt 
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, continued 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 of her 
cunt several times Lord Phelps removed his mouth from 
Amy's ass and gently inserted 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 maid's 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 the old man who employed her, 
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 to 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 re-
dressed.  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, turning 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 in all her naked humiliation.  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 of her body.  Amy heard a loud ripping 
sound as she felt her nightclothes being torn away. 

"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 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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