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James always detested the title "Young Master James" as was the custom for
the house staff to address him. It wouldn't be so bad if they simply
referred to him as "Master James" or "Master Jim", but old habits are
difficult to change. The staff of Willington Manor had been much larger when
his grandfather was living but, after his death three years ago the family
had let the majority of the older, more senior servants go. As one might
guess, this left the younger, more poorly paid of the staff with a feeling
that their employment was tenuous at best.
Jim had been brought up in a world where the privileged held
great power over their lesser born employees. He had learned that one must
always behave in a polite but condescending way with them in order to "Keep
them in their place" as Grandmama had always said. This behavior had come
easily to Jim and was the manner in which he conducted himself whenever a
new servant was hired.
On this particular spring day, his mother had engaged a new,
very young, upstairs maid who could not have been a day over sixteen years,
only two years older than Jim himself. She had never worked as a domestic
before but had been born into a family where the tradition of service had
been a long one. Jim watched this new girl, Sally, intently as she went
about changing the bed linens, taking care to fold the corners carefully and
turn down the comforter, fluffing the pillows and adjusting the shams.
While doing these duties as she was taught, it was necessary to bend deeply
at the waist so as to reach the bottom of the mattress. This caused Sally's
skirt, which was quite short at best, to rise nearly to her bum in such a
way that Jim, who was seated at the writing desk nearby, was able to see the
very tops of her stockings and a little of the smooth white skin of her
thighs. This was very exciting for Jim as he was entering that age when
young boys began to find nearly everything about girls to be arousing.
Sally, in particular, had a distinct aroma about her of youth and freshness
and Jim took every opportunity to stand near her or engage her in some
conversation about her duties, all the while maintaining the proper air of
condescending authority, in order to inhale her bouquet.
As she worked about the bedroom dusting and fussing about the
objects on tables and such, Jim became emboldened by his arousal and his
status within the family and began to formulate a plan to explore this young
beauty further. Sally moved nearer to the desk where Jim sat pretending to
read, and shyly asked permission to dust the surface of the desk, which Jim
gladly gave. As Sally stood next to Jim, she bent forward so as to reach the
other side of the very large desk. This presented a very nice view of her
panties to the young man sitting immediately behind and to her left. Acting
on impulse, Jim leaned forward placing his face as near her bottom as he
dared and inhaled her girlish, freshly bathed, aroma which he so loved. She
was oblivious of his attentions until he reached out his hand and gently
caressed the roundness of her thinly clad bottom. She stood suddenly erect
with a gasp but said nothing. In her innocence, she didn't know how to react
since she was in the employ of this young man's family and knew that if she
lost this position her ability to obtain another would be seriously
jeopardized.
Jim, noting her dilemma, took heart and determined to make the
best of this opportunity. The fact that she was two years older than him
added to his fervor and gave a new dimension to the game he was playing. He
was the master and she was his servant which made the excitement even
sweeter. Looking into her eyes Jim very slowly and deliberately slipped his
extended fingers into the warmth between her legs. She blushed and stiffened
but said nothing, averting her eyes. As his hand plunged deeper into the
softness between her thighs, he marveled at the velvety smooth skin and the
warmth that immediately became like an oven, nearly burning his fingers.
Sally, in a frightened voice, murmured "Master James, sir.." but could say
no more. She had no prior experience to guide her in such a circumstance so
she stood trying to decide whether to run or to stay and exceed to her
master's ministrations. Emboldened by her indecision, Jim began moving his
hand upward toward what he was sure was the softest, warmest place on earth.
His index finger came into contact with her labia just as his thumb began to
press into the fabric of the panties covering her delightful bum, which
elicited another gasp from Sally.
In spite of herself, Sally became flushed and a tingling invaded
her abdomen having a, not unpleasant, effect on her. As young Master Jim, a
boy two years her junior, continued his invasion of her most private parts,
she was torn between embarrassment and pleasure. In spite of herself she
began to move her hips in time with his movements. Her legs became weak and
nearly failed her.
Given this response from his captive victim, young Jim became
bolder and took command of the situation with complete abandon. Reaching
around with his other hand he caressed her tummy which fairly fluttered at
his touch. This brought a low moan from Sally's parted lips. At this point,
Sally was leaning on the desk with both hands and with her eyes closed as
Jim had both hands up her skirt violating her very being. The boy, acting on
instinct, slid his right hand down her tummy so that his fingers now pressed
upon the little nubbin at the top of her, now soaked, vagina and began to
rub with a circular motion. This made Sally nearly crumple to the floor. Jim
then began sliding Sally's panties down exposing her delights to his waiting
eyes. The sight of her bare buttocks and thighs was inspiring to Jim who had
only seen such beauty before in the paintings found in various places around
the family mansion. The real thing was far more satisfying than anything one
could create with mere paint and canvas.
Jim Stood and, placing a hand on Sally's back, gently pressed
her forward onto the desk. By this time, Sally was lost in a world that some
never experience. She was somewhere between oblivion and unconsciousness.
The feeling of having her body thus exposed and vulnerable was strangely
pleasurable in a frightening sort of way. Jim now released the buttons
constraining his, now rigid, penis and dropping his underwear, stood
pressing his body against hers. He reached around and grasped Sally's
generous breasts and squeezed gently. He began to move his hips rhythmically
enjoying the feeling immensely. As he did this, his penis began penetrating
the lips of her, now engorged labia. Sally squirmed and moaned as she
realized that she was about to loose her innocence entirely. Jim gasped as
the hyper sensitive head of his rigid cock found its mark. At this point,
his legs were like jelly and he barely had the strength to press on.
But press on he did as his cock began to stretch the opening of
her burning vagina. With each little thrust his, now growing, cock sank
deeper and deeper into that heavenly grotto. Sally's breathing had become
ragged and quick and she moved her hips uncontrollably in rhythm with Jim's
thrusts. Each of the young people was in a state of passion that neither of
them had experienced before as they were lost in this moment of exquisite
release.
Time seemed to have no meaning to these two children, (for they
were indeed only children), and in what seemed hours to them but what was in
truth only minutes, each began to feel a tightening of the abdomen as if in
anticipation for some unknown cataclysm. In just seconds, Sally was overcome
by a wave of pleasure the likes of which she had never dreamed of. It came
like an on rushing train and just as un-stoppable.
Sally's, now inflamed, vagina began to contract around Jim's
rampant cock and as wave after wave of ecstasy gripped her very being, a
primeval scream was ripped from her throat. Jim was carried along on the
wave of her emotion and burst forth in an orgasm that flooded Sally's
ravenous pussy with gushes of semen which seeped from her and ran down her
leg in rivulets.
For several minutes the two young people lay collapsed upon the
desk. Each lay catching his breath and savoring the memory of what had just
transpired. After what seemed like an eternity, Jim lifted his weakened body
from Sally and retrieving his underwear and trousers, dressed in silence.
Sally eventually rose up and after retrieving her dampened panties and
adjusting her clothes, left the room without saying a word, wanting to find
the nearest lavatory in order to tend to herself. Turning as she left the
room, Sally glanced back at her master with a look of both fear and
anticipation knowing, as did Jim that this was not to be the last of such
encounters. The thought of the next time they would meet this way was met
with mixed emotions by Sally but with great anticipation by Young Master
James.