The Maid and the Young Master (closed)

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Leonard, the minor merchant son of a shipping business felt foolish. He had eyed the young woman, a new maid by the name of Dawn. She looked absolutely beautiful, and his turning head led to eye contact, a bit of embarrassment, and a sprained ankle at the bottom of a flight of stairs.

Melancholy, he had to sit in bed for a few weeks, heavy books of accounts receivable his only companions. He hated it, but he was good at it. He literally had to be locked in a room to finish his work.

Nanny had chastised the new maid. "We do not make direct eye contact with the family," she said. "It can lead to what we call 'incidents', and the young master's indisposal can be certainly called one." Nanny paused. "You will attend him. He needs his foot iced, bandage changed, clothing changed, and assistance with eating and bathing. Do you understand?"

Leonard sighed, his boredom outmatched by his productivity. His stomach growled a bit. It was time for supper.


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Dawn walked up the stairs with the young masters food tray. She couldn't believe she was responsible for all the young masters needs. As she came to the top of the stairs she turned left to his room and knocked on the door. As he called come in she opened the door, left it open on purpose, and walked over to his bed. She placed the tray on a nearby night stand keeping her eyes cast downward. Taking a lap table from the side of his bed she placed it over his lap and placed the tray laden with food on top of it.

"Well that be all Sir"

Her voice was soft and gentle.

 

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"Well," Leo joked, "You could start by looking at me. You have such a lovely smile. Stay here and talk to me a bit. These books aren't exactly much for conversation." Her soft soothing voice indeed broke the boredom of bedridden bookkeeping all day.

And, holding up his bandaged hand, he continued, "Actually, if you could help me eat, I'd really appreciate it. It seems when I fell, I also hurt my hand."

A servant girl knocked on the door and wheeled in a cart with ice, bandages, and a sponge bath. Looking at the cart, Leonard rolled his eyes a bit, as he looked again at the demure young woman in front of him. "Well," he continued, changing the implicit subject, "Let's eat."


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Dawn listened to the young Master but did not look at him as she was following Nanny's orders. As he spoke of his injured hand her eyes moved to it as he held it up. His face was just beyond his hand and she quickly lowered her eyes. She moved over to his tray and picked up his fork. She would have to look at him now or run the risk of stabbing him with the fork. She picked up the knife and cut his meat. As she scooped some food on to the fork she heard a clatter by the door. She turned to see another servant wheel in a cart with ice, bandages, and a sponge bath. Her face redden as she realized what she would have to do after the young Master finished eating.

"You can leave the cart over there, I will take care of it"

The other servant nodded and left the room, closing the door after herself. Dawn knew she could not go over and open the door again. She turned back to the young Master knowing she was now closed in the same room with him and she felt a bit uncomfortable. She brought the food to his lips and waited for him to open his mouth.

 

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Leonard opened his mouth, accepting the food, chewing carefully. "Mmm... thank you." He looked at her, and felt it silly that she couldn't even look at him.

"Dawn..." Leonard said. "You can look at me. Please. At the least, it'll make sure the food reaches my mouth," he joked. "Could you smile for me? Please? Your face looks a little red." Looking at the cart, he smiled, "Oh! Well... I'm sure it's less painful than falling down the stairs."

He felt a bit of mischief, and, as the meal was ending, pretended a sneeze. He jostled the tray, sending the fork to the floor. "Oh, dear, how clumsy of me. No need to ask for another fork, we're almost done. You can feed me the last of the fruit by hand," he smiled.


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Dawn concentrated on getting the food in the Young Master's mouth averting her eyes as best she could. He had very senuous lips she thought and scolded herself for such thoughts. She jumped a bit when he suddenly spoke to her.

"Dawn...You can look at me. Please. At the least, it'll make sure the food reaches my mouth"

Dawn answered him politely.

"I am concentrating on your mouth, Sir, I will make sure the food get there"

She heard his soft chuckle.

"Could you smile for me? Please? Your face looks a little red." Looking at the cart, he smiled, "Oh! Well... I'm sure it's less painful than falling down the stairs."

She smiled weakly in answer to his request but still kept her eyes downcast. He made mention of her face looking red and turned to the cart as her eyes came up to look at him in surprise. She colored more as he spok his last words for awhile about he was sure it was less painful then falling down the stairs. Even he blamed her for the fall.

As his meal was ending he hit the tray seemingly by accident. The fork tumbled to the floor and as Dawn retrived it he spoke.

"Oh, dear, how clumsy of me. No need to ask for another fork, we're almost done. You can feed me the last of the fruit by hand,"

Her eyes shot to his at these words and she saw the smile on his face. She brought them down quickly and picked up the knife to quarter the peach. It was very quicey and her fingers felt wet and sticky. She took a piece and brought it to his mouth waiting for him to take a bite.

 

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Leonard watched as the young woman cut the fruit. She delicately peeled away the skin, revealing the soft wet flesh underneath. She cupped the turgid ball in her hand, slowly cutting into the yielding meat. Light juices dripped from it, coating her hand with a thin layer of clear delicious liquid. After it was sectioned, she raised the fruit to his lips, and he opened his mouth, accepting the fine treat into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he tasted the wet morsel. Was he teasing her, or did his lips seem to linger too often on her fingers as it held onto the fruit? Or were her fingers positioned, suchthat he had less than a choice to do this. "Mmm..." he said contentedly, letting a trail of juice leak from his mouth. An obliging napkin from the young maiden let him feel her soft fingers on his chin and cheek.

"Please. Please look at me," he said. "I think it's time to change the bandage and wash my hand." Certainly, he could have washed one hand with the other? He offered his bandaged hand to her, seeking again, her warm touch.


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Dawn felt his lips touching her fingers, it was a strange erotic sensation, surprisingly she did not want to pull her fingers away from him. She saw the juices run down his chin and cheek and used her other hand to gently catch and pat his chin and cheek dry. It was a pleasant feeding as she held each piece for him and patted away any drippings that occured. Finally he was done and she cleaned up her hands now a bit sticky. As she looked away again he startled her with his words.

"Please. Please look at me"

That was exactly what Dawn did, her soft eyes met his in a long stare similar to the one they had shared when he fell down the stairs.

"I think it's time to change the bandage and wash my hand."

His words broke the spell and her eyes dropped down again and took the tray from his. She brought it over to the cart and came back with a basin of warm water and placed it on his tray table. She unwrapped his banages gently and looked at his swollen hand. She rested his hand on the bed and rised out a cloth. She gently held his sore hand in one of hers and washed his hand slowly making sure she did not hurt him.
Certainly, he could have washed one hand with the other? He offered his bandaged hand to her, seeking again, her warm touch

 

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As Dawn looked into his eyes, he could not help but feel a stirring for her. It was his turn to turn away, his cheeks accompanied by a tinge of red. He felt her hand in his, a tender touch. She gingerly cleansed and rewrapped his hand. "I feel better already," he smiled.

It was now a slightly more awkward moment for the couple. Leonard had eaten, now he had to take care of more basic bodily functions. Let us say that both parties were stoic, and that, while the situation was certainly personal, it was hardly intimate nor of interest to detail. At the worst, it made the next necessary procedure a little more possible to both parties, as the only surprises would be of a contextual nature.

And so, Leonard sat back again in bed and sighed at his need to rely upon someone else for necessities. Still, he felt a need to be cleaned before he could resume the day.


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After Dawn had help Leonard with his basic needs, she added more warm water into the basin. She helped him slip out of his pajama top. She felt a strange stirring as she looked at his naked muscular chest and arms. She quickly turned away and placed the cloth in the warm water. She pulled it out and wrung it and laid it flat on the palm of her hand. She rubbed the soap against it and then began to wash is face and neck. She rinsed the cloth of all soap and then washed the soap away. She picked up the fluffy towel and pat dried his face and neck.

"I you would sit up a bit, I can wash your back for you"

 

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Leonard let Dawn remove his pajama top. It felt strange for a woman to undress him, yet if a woman there was to reveal his body, surely it would be Dawn. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of her hands removing his bedshirt, carefully trimmed fingernails almost touching his flesh. He breathed slowly and steadily, as her fingers touched him, his chest just responding.

He opened his eyes again to accept the slightly wet cloth on his face and neck. Surely the warmth of the cloth was that of the water, but it was hard not to imagine her own heat comforting him and warming his skin. It was difficult to not respond to her touch. The water trickled down his chest, undulating lines he would hope her own fingers would make on his skin. He felt like a small pup as she pat-dried him off.

"Would you sit up a bit, I can wash your back for you," she said.

"Oh -- could we do the chest afterwards?" He turned his back towards her, again ready to accept the cloth. "Did Nanny suggest a massage of the back as well? My back is feeling a little tense." He did not explain what was causing the tension.


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As Leonard turned slightly to give Dawn access to his back, her hands trembled. She had never touched a man so intimately as she was required to do for him. She again dipped the cloth into the warm water and applied the soap. She gently began washing his back and he seemed to go forward a bit, it was only natural for her to put her hand on his shoulder to keep him still as she washed the length of his broad muscular back. Again she felt a stirring deep within her and quickly dipped the cloth into the water to wash the soap off. It occured to her he was now naked without his nightshirt on and her hands trembled as she realized she would have to wash his private areas also. She picked up the towel and gently dried his back. When he spoke she jumped and then settled herself down.

"Oh -- could we do the chest afterwards?" He turned his back towards her, again ready to accept the cloth. "Did Nanny suggest a massage of the back as well? My back is feeling a little tense." He did not explain what was causing the tension.

Her face colored as she thought of touching his muscular chest and was glad his back was to her as she seemed to be trembling all over now. What was wrong with her she thought, it is just a job I have to do. Put in this perspective she was able to calm down once more.

"I am not quite sure how to do massage, it has never been required of me, isn't that a special profession. You may lay down now and I will wash your chest"

As he laid down, she noticed that the blanket had slipped to reveal a good part of his private area. She quickly put it back in place and thought he certainly wasn't shy.

She again dipped the cloth into the warm water, she could feel his eyes on her and she found herself breathing funny. She soaped up the cloth and turned to him. There eyes caught for a moment and he had a knowing look on his face. She wondered how he could tell how she was feeling especially since she herself did not know what these feelings were.

He seemed to be positioned wrong, his body was further away somehow. She leaned into him so she could reach his muscular chest. She could feel the side of his body pressing into the side of her breast. She wanted to pull away but then she thought maybe he would notice what was happening so she continued to was the expanse of his chest and muscular shoulders working down to his flat firm stomach. She felt a strange wetness between her legs as she dipped the cloth into the basin and wrung it out. She bit her lower lip as she again was force to lean into him to remove the soap from his body.

 

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Leonard faced away from Dawn, feeling her soft warm hands on his body. He let escape a small inaudible sigh as her hands touched his back. The warmth of the water mixed with the firmness of her hands, as he savored this clinically sensual feeling of the cloth on his back. He remained still, alternating between the tension imposed by the situation, and relaxing to the touch of this young maiden.

He could almost feel a trembling when he suggested a massage. "I am not quite sure how to do massage, it has never been required of me, isn't that a special profession. You may lay down now and I will wash your chest." He was about to suggest otherwise, but saw wisdom in declining a protest, and lay back on the bed. He felt a most curious sense of arousal and anticipation, and closed his eyes to feel her most sensual touch. Perhaps it was intentional, or merely the awkwardness of the nervous predicament, but the blanket was perhaps pulled too far. His half-flaccid manhood was just in full view, an arousal quite noticable to those who watched. He opened his eyes as the blanket was pulled, the soft fabric drawing upon his sensitive underside, making his cock more erect and noticable. If anything, the folds in the blanket hinted most eloquently.

As the cloth again caressed his chest, he could not help but observe the young woman. Had her breathing become more supple and heavy? Could she tell if his had? Their eye contact did not tell their secrets, but permitted them to continue onward. He closed his eyes as she leaned down upon his body to further wash him. Her breast pressed against his naked flesh, full, ample, and firm. He would not let out a moan, but the folds perhaps betrayed his silence. He watched her as she dutifully wrung out and rinsed the cloth. Her hands again travelled down his chest, down towards his erect sex. He pulled the blanket further upward, on top of her hand, perhaps to prevent embarrassment, but also for a unique privacy as well. He felt the warm water trickling around the base of his cock. The cloth would follow as well.


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As Dawn traveled down his body she closed her legs tightly against the sensation that was happening between her legs. To her surprise the feeling intensified. She found that she wanted to hug her chest to releave her harden breast. So intense was the feeling that she was haveing that she didn't notice where her hand had strayed. Her hand slipped under the cover and wrapped itself around his hardened manhood. And as she realized where she was she tried to drew away and found his hand like a vice holding hers in place.

She looked up into his eyes and saw his eyes hot upon her. She was about to ask him to let her hand go when he moved it up and down his hardened member. She gasped strangly excited by what was happenening.

 

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Leonard's pulse rose as Dawn's hand crept down his naked body. He could not help but close his eyes and respond in anticipation, his cock hardening as she continued touching him. And, by touching him, this was not only with her soft delicate hands holding the wet soap-filmed cloth on his chest. It was also her firm breasts on his chest, rising and falling with his breath, a steady motion against her stiffening peaks.

He gasped as the cloth found its way to his netheregions. It was a curious sensation around the head and shaft of his cock. The rougher feeling of the wet fabric, contrasting with the sensual touch of the slightly soapy fingers themselves, rubbing him. He responded in kind by slowly pumping his hips upward, a rhythm whereby the shaft of his cock found its way, enwrapped by her fingers, slowly fucking him. His own hand held her wrist there, firmly, as his cock continued to move back and forth, under the covers.

Their eyes had already met, and her position on top of his body allowed their faces to be closer than they normally would. His mouth was open slightly, allowing his hot breath to escape. His chest quickened, rising up and down along with his hips, rubbing against her breasts.

His other hand was not at all idle. Her skirt was within access, and his hand crept up her leg, feeling her stockings... her underwear... and finally her wetness. As her hand slowly moved, so did his.

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The young master's eyes bore into her big eyes demanding something from her that she was afraid of and in reality did not know. His breathing had changed, it was heavy and his hand on hers was like a vise, not letting her move away from his lungeing manhood. The movement of his chest was rubbing against her nipples and she could feel them swell in her corset and press into him. The wet cloth slipped from her hand with his continuing thrusting an now she held it in her wet soapy hand, really feeling it's hugeness. His hips started to move faster and her own breathing increased with fear and something else.

She wanted to pull away and if she pulled real hard she just might discharge her hand from his but then she felt his wounded hand creep up her leg, rubbing at her stockings and moving on to her underwear and somhow he wound up with his bare hand pressed between her legs. Where were her underwear, her protection against such things as this. Suddenly she felt his fingers inside and outside of her very private place. She gasped as he moved intimately across her clit and deeper within her. She groaned and suscomed to a massive feeling of pleasure as he continued to pump his hips up and down within her hand. She was now trapped by both his hands and as the minutes ticked away she found she did not care that this was wrong, that this was unheard of, that this was against all rules of class.

 

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Leonard's hand had felt its way into Dawn's undergarments and was fingering her pussy. His hand was becoming wet with her juices. His thumb rubbed her clitoris, his other fingers exploring her outer and inner folds. Meanwhile, her warm soapy hand was held fast to his hard member. He pressed forward, thrusting his cock into her hand, his sensitive shaft pressing against her slick skin. And somehow, his lips had found hers, then his tongue found hers, the silent room only broken by the heavy breathing and wet caresses of their mouths. Soon, his hand no longer needed to hold her hand fast. He made use of his free hand by unbinding the restrictive clothes holding her erect bosom. Soon, his mouth was suckling and licking one of her breasts, and his hand was pinching and tweaking the other.


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Dawn made sounds of passions as Leonard's hands and fingers invaded and impaled her lower regions. Her senses became inflamed with the feel of his rock hard manhood slipping up and down in her hand. Her fingers flexed around it voluntarily now. His mouth now moved against her mouth, his tongue entered and entwined around her own. She was alive with new sensations, burning hot so that she did not stop him when he exposed her breasts. His mouth moved to her breast and pulled it in while his other hand left hers and squeezed and flicked her nipple into erection. As he moved his mouth a bit to draw on the other nipple she cried out.

"Sir, Oh Sir"

She never felt the ministries of a man before and her body burned for more.

 

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Leonard's blood raced with desire. He continued suckling her breast, feeling its firmness within his mouth, his face pressed against her chest. His cock was rigid and hard, buckling within Dawn's frantic hands. His fingers were wet with her juices, and both hands were now frantically pulling away her undergarments, falling to the floor. He grabbed her hips, and rolled her onto the bed. He looked into her eyes, his mouth open. His eyes closed again when the head of his manhood found her pussy lips, the smooth silk of her vagina coating his cock with precious wet juices. "Dawn... Dawn..." he said, impaling her with his shaft, enwrapping his cock with her warm steamy pussy.


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Dawn's body burned with desire, she groaned and writhed against Leonard. Suddenly, he gripped her hips firmly and rolled her on the bed. Before she could get control of her heated body he was on top of her. His mouth come down on hers hungerly and he impaled her vagina with his rock hard cock.

Searing pain made her push against his chest, her eyes opened wide but his mouth muffled her scream of pain. He stopped his movements inside her. His eyes looking into hers. She wanted him off of her but her pushes against his body could not move his firm girp.

His muscular chest pressed against her as his hands slipped over her breasts exciting her nipples. Strangely the pain lessened as his kiss deepened. She felt her body heating up, her screamed turned into a moan within his mouth and her eyes closed in pleasure.

 

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Leonard could not control the swelling passion heating the core of his body. He thrusted and fucked Dawn, his hips plunging his manhood into her steaming warm cunt. His kissed her again, deeply, his tongue pressing into her mouth like his shaft into her hot pussy.

He heard a muffled scream between his lips, and stopped, suddenly appreciating the position they were in. He looked into her eyes, but could not help but still touch her, feeling her firm breasts within his hands. He kissed her again, her voice becoming a moan as he took her.

He pressed into her again, her legs wrapped around his back. The bed shook with their weight, the frame scuffing the wooden floor as he pressed within her. He could feel himself welling up as her slick womb began to grip his shaft harder...

OOC: Mmm... let's have a nice hard climax so we can start up our next thread... meow!


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Leonard's rock hard cock slammed harder and deeper into Dawn. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he slammed harder and deeper into her hot burning pussy. Her groans were stiffled by his tongue that penetrated her mouth as deeply as his cock was ravashing her pussy.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck as he rode her harder and deeper each time he entered her. Her vaginal musle contracted wildly as he grabbed and held her solidly in place. Wild, hot sex was not what either had planned but as Leonard took her over and over again that is what it became.

His forceful thrusts rocked her body and soon the passion became unbound as their bodies slammed into each other deeper and faster until they reached the edge and went over into a explosive climax that left them both shuttering in each other's arms.

"Sir, sir, please let me up"

Her voice was breathles and fell on unyielding ears as he held her tightly to his body.

 

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"Sir" could feel the boiling rage within the base of his balls surge and rise through his cock, pounding into the frail woman underneath him. He could barely hear her words now, the sweat off his brow dripping onto the form of the woman underneath him. His lips were clamped on hers, her hot breath entering into his mouth as his cock entered into hers. He gripped her harder.

Then he felt her quake, tremble. Her pussy undulated and gripped his cock harder, muscles involuntarily demanding he climax and come all over the virginal girl. And he did, the base of his cock contracting, squeezing, sending gobs of wet semen into the young woman. He groaned loudly through clenched teeth, eventually collapsing atop his new lover. Panting, sighing, the couple drifted off into slumber.

"Sir," the voice said. Leonard woke up, startled, his arm still holding Dawn. Nanny was in the room. She was making direct eye contact with Leonard. "Has Dawn been taking care of you properly?"

"Uh... yes," Leonard replied.

"The Master of the house has requested you balance the books in proper time. I don't wish Dawn to take up too much of your time if your ability to perform your work is impaired."

"Oh no! I'll have the books done on time. Real soon, now."

"Very good." Nanny turned on her heel and walked out the door. A wry smile crept on her lips, though she did her very best to suppress it.

OOC: Mmmm... So, dear Professor. The Travelling Saleswoman has started. Shall we finish that one up before enjoying our Witchy thread, or write the two at the same time?


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