The Wetnurse (interviewing some roles)

[Snuggle Bunz]

Mary began to squirm every so often while he drank, the pressure and sensation of his tongue scraping over her nipple to readjust his hold sent little shocks between her legs. She shook her head softly, closing her eyes to compose herself. When he pulled her closer to him she bit back a startled little squeak, her eyes opening half way as she watched the man.

She enjoyed it, she enjoyed the serenity and the undertones of intimacy of the act with a grown man. Mary adjusted herself as he began toying with her nipple in his mouth, her breath hitching before coming more quickly. Suddenly he released her and began to bring up her employment, much to her chagrin. She frowned softly and looked down to his hand on her hip. She was uncertain if she wanted to ask him to touch more of her, uncertain if she would do something to end things like that afternoon.

"I'm..not quite certain, Sir." her fingers coiled around his throbbing shaft, he felt ready to explode and that excited her further. Mary gave a troubled whine, looking to David and opening her mouth to speak before closing it again. With a miserable expression she squeaked out, "I do not wish to upset you...I seem to do so quite well..." he likely wouldn't know what her thought process was in the least, she barely knew.

Dropping her eyes again she spoke with obvious wariness, "If you..wish to finish...would it please you to finish inside of me? If you are not cross with me I would offer you that tonight. I'm still sore and cannot take it if you are angry but yes Master David, I enjoy these sessions."

 

[rhev]

David sucked on her other breast, drawing out the heavy sweet cream. Her words sent his head spinning. That was the second time today alone she'd asked him to finish inside of her. Earlier in his office when he asked her where he should finish, she'd practically begged him to fuck her and cum inside her pussy. Now, here she was a second time, asking him to do it again. He couldn't help but wonder if she was hoping she'd get pregnant with his child. He'd known widows who'd do things like that, who would try to get with the child of a rich family. It would set them up for life with a blackmail chance.

But Mary didn't know that wasn't possible with him. She didn't know, and David wouldn't tell her, but it wasn't a possibility. David could pour a veritable river of his hot white spunk into her and she'd never catch with a child. Yes, in fact, that sounded like a good idea, dump load after load into her. If she did have some misguided idea that she'd get pregnant, she'd learn in time. Yes, she'd learn and by the time she did she'd be so used to taking his spunk that she'd be all his.

He drew away from her teat, dripping it's milk into his mouth, and said, "Inside you would be quite nice. But tell me Mary, would you like to mount me? Would you like to feel my hardness inside of you as I suck your milk dry? You want to feel my cock gushing inside of you as you feed me?"

His fingers found her slit again and found her so wet, her pussy eager.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Mary looked to her employer anxiously, he must think the worst of her, but he seemed accepting of many things out of the normal. She was somewhat fascinated with her particular enjoyment of being filled by a man, and she had had her fair share of fertility issues in the past, breastfeeding would only increase that if the woman in her life had been correct. Alas it was all she could do to keep up with the days events, explaining herself was out of the question at the moment.

When he asked her to move, "If you'd like that, yes Sir." then she thought about the act and nodded, she would enjoy it as well. "Yes...that would be best Sir." Mary stiffened on the bed, her grip tightening around his member when his fingers slid between her legs to run over her moist lower lips. Her thigh lifted slightly as she looked down after his fingers, she was curious after all but figuring his impatience might be a factor she moved onto her hands and knees, releasing his cock.

For a moment she crouched there on all fours, heavy breasts pendulous between her arms, her thick ass seemingly more prominent until she grabbed some pillows and reached for his shoulder, "This might make it easier Sir." she propped the pillows beneath his head and shoulders putting him closer to a sitting angle. "Will that do?" she asked quietly, taking comfort in the mild distraction.

Finally it came time to move and she did so smoothly though slowly, Mary rose to her knees and stretched her right leg up and over David's thighs before settling her thick backside onto them, her small tuft of pubic hair tickling the underside of his angry cock. Mary looked to it for a moment and then timidly asked "You won't think ill of me for this?"

 

[rhev]

David stopped his erotic treat long enough to chuckle, "Think ill? No Mary, you're doing exactly as you should." Then without giving her a chance to think about it, he reached down and gripped his shaft and pressed it between her slick lips.

"I'll be gentle this time, you deserve it." He promised as he grabbed her hips and pulled her downwards, her silken slit enveloping his cock. For the second time that day he split her sex in twain with his thickness. He groaned, wordlessly as he pulled her down onto him.

Then as his mouth found her nipple again, eager to drain her breast of the rest of her precious milk, he began bucking his hips upwards, into her pussy, faster and faster, building speed, though still not slamming her hard like he had earlier that day.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Mary gasped when David moved her hips, she squirmed for a moment but accepted his length as he speared her, drawing a gasp from her lips. Warm hands fluttered against his shoulders for a moment as she grew accustom to the new position. When David began pulling her hips towards his own she reached an arm around behind his shoulder and gripped his back, whimpering for a moment at the overwhelming sensations.

She curled forward softly, her womb spasming in response to the new position, it was splendid, but she could feel David's need for release in the swiftness of his buildup. Mary held her breast to his mouth and clung to him, moving with his movements slowly at first and then a bit more smoothly matching his rhythm as she began to pant softly.

A thick lip was captured between pearly teeth as the wetnurse braced herself with a little sob each time he thrust his hips into her, a splendid shock running through her womanhood and robbing her of just another bit of her senses. Mary was soon resting her cheek against the top of David's head, her plump thighs tight against his hips, begging for more with each little sound that escaped her.

 

[rhev]

How long had it been since Mary had last felt the pleasurable touch of a man? How long had it been since she'd achieved la petite morte? Had it been with the husband who'd run out on her? Had it been at her own finger tips? David wondered these things, and then decided that if he could, he would hold out. He'd make this woman understand that to obey him was to find pleasure, to find release, to find bliss.

He thrusted up into her as he held his breath and focused on holding back his own orgasm. Her breast milk slowed then ceased, but he kept lightly nipping at her swollen and hard nipples, licking and sucking, using his mouth to drive her towards her bliss.

Her way was warm and wet and open to him, and he prayed that she'd reach her edge soon, because the drive, the need to unleash inside of her was becoming a force of nature, something he could not deny for much longer.

He let his lips come free from her nipple and he whispered in a husky voice, "Let go, give in."

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Her head was swimming, her body was hot and tingled, Mary was rather enjoying this treatment. She rode David's hips feverishly, faltering when he struck the right note as it were causing her to tremble. Pushing her concerns aside Mary gathered him to her breast, threading her fingers into his hair and clinging to his back.

She reveled in the friction of their joining, her knees inched up his side as she curled slightly in his lap. The intensity had been building and now caused Mary to prick her nails into his' back. Mary arched in his lap as her pussy clamped down, any movement he made caused her to moan until she finally began give in.

Mary gave a strangled cry as David buried himself into her, she ground herself onto his rod needing more from him, anything he could give, she wanted him to come. She squirmed in David's lap in earnest, quivering as her womanhood milked him spasmodically.

 

[rhev]

It was too much. Even though this was the second time in this very day that David was spilling his seed, the sensations were too great. When Mary's slick muscles spasmed and clenched his penetrating shaft, he couldn't deny himself any longer.

He threw his head backwards into the pillows, his spine stiffening and his teeth clenching and he grunted out in his release, "Nnnnnghhhhhrrrrrhhhhh!"

Then he let fly. His cock swelled one last time, then burst, loosing a burst of hot sticky spunk upwards, deep inside of Mary. His slick cream splashed against the back of her, and against the entrance to her twitching womb. He thrust a few more times, weak while in the grips of his orgasm, but each thrust was accompanied by a matching spray from his tool into Mary's wet pussy.

His finger tips digging into the soft fleshy globes of her ass finally unclenched, though he made no move to push her off of him as he lay beneath her gasping and panting for air.

Finally after some time had passed and he felt himself beginning to soften, he reached up to stroke her hair, and he softly whispered, "How could I ever think ill of you for that?"

He refrained from chuckling, because he didn't want her to think he was laughing at her. He felt supremely relaxed, his belly full of her sweet cream and his own now spilled deep in her. He felt like he could fall asleep at a moment's notice.

He considered ordering her to lick his shaft clean of their combined juices, but she'd done enough for one night. He'd let her mull over the actions and realize that obeying was much more pleasurable then disobedience.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

As David bucked beneath her Mary rested her hands on his flat stomach, fingertips splaying out to balance further with each of his final thrusts. The first locked her eyes shut, the seconds brought her to curl her body over him. The sensation of his liquid heat filling her prolonged her quivering. Mary whimpered finally when he ceased to move, her knees drawing up over his hips to come together as she rolled more of her weight on her ass in his lap.

He touched her hair and his words made her open her eyes, she wasn't much good for words at the moment and so she just dropped those black pools to his navel. The evening had been a surprise, she had entered his room intent on keeping him in an even mood yes, but the ache from their previous joining had turned into need with his encouragement. Interesting.

Mary did not feel poorly, in fact she felt quite well, her body hot to the touch and dewy with sweat. When David did not rush to toss her off of him she allowed herself to catch her breath. "Thank you..." she forgot herself a moment before adding, "Master David." Slowly she moved from him, legs a bit unsteady as she slipped off the edge of the bed to make her way into the bathroom.

Returning with a damp cloth she had not yet cleaned herself, the mingling of their encounter just beginning to snake its way downward between her thighs. Mary gingerly wiped her employer clean before turning to him, her voice more smooth and calmed, "May I have a few moments in your bathroom Master?"

 

[rhev]

"Just a moment," David said sleepily, as he already felt the weight of the night pressing down on him.

He gestured to the wetness between her thighs, the mixed leavings of their passions. He waited till she looked down and said, "Catch it before it hits your stockings if you wish." Then when she moved to put her finger to catch the trickiling spunk, he said, "now taste it. Put that finger in your mouth and taste the flavor of us together. That is the price for using my bathroom tonight."

He waited until she obeyed and then he said, "Tomorrow morning, wake me at 5th bell, I must bathe and be out early. After that you have the day to yourself. You understand however that if I do return in the evening, I'll require your services again at bed time?"

He gestured for the wash cloth, and taking it from her sighed as he cleaned his softening cock. "We will talk later about the proper way to clean your master. But n ow I must get to sleep before Morphos evades me."

He held the cloth back out to her to take and then said, "good night Mary."

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

He lips twisted a little into a funny face, she looked between her thighs and hesitantly obeyed. She didn't care for the experience it seemed off, and if there was more of a lesson she missed it but she swallowed roughly and busied herself otherwise.

Mary retreated when David snatched the cloth from her, waiting on the side of his bed watching, her eyes dropped off to the side when he commented on her attempt to clean him. As she was handed back the cloth she took it, "Good night Master David." She left quietly, tucking into his bathroom while closing the door. Mary went about cleaning herself out, suffice it to say without proper equipment it was a rather amusing sight she was more than happy no one would see. In the end when she was satisfied, Mary dressed and made her way to bed.
****

"Sir...please wake up."

Something tickled at David's chest, it ran slowly and accumulated weight as it also stroked his cheek. When he opened his eyes Mary stood back, her weight lifting from the mattress and thick sections of hair retreated across his chest to follow, frothing about her shoulders and down her arms. Crossing her arms under and across her breasts the woman stood there bare, she had forgotten her garter and stockings, all that was visible on her form was the soft patch of hair between her thick thighs that David had designed.

 

[rhev]

David roused slowly, but chuckled as he realized Mary's attempts at a playful rousing. It was far earlier than he normally awoke, but he had requested she wake him early and he was pleased to see that she'd managed to accomplish it. He knew it wasn't good for his health to change his sleep schedule, but social demands meant sometimes he had to take these slight risks.

"Come close Mary," he said sleepily with a smile. "I went to sleep last night with the taste of milk on my tongue and I'll rise to the same!"

With that he reached out to pull her onto the bed, eager to again sample the warm thick cream her heavy luscious breasts offered.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

"Yes Sir."

A sheepish smile tugged at Mary's lips, he seemed content that morning and she was glad. As he reached for her she gave a little squeak, easing onto the bed and crawling up to wriggle her right hip into his own; while resting on her right forearm Mary leaned over David, her breasts heavy and swollen with milk. Gently she guided a soft nipple to David's waiting lips and held back some of the flesh from smothering him.

Thick curtains of black hair blocked out the dawn, Mary had brushed her hair till it was exceedingly soft, but she had not restrained it that morning, not yet. Her thighs slid against each other gently as she urged David to feed, her fingers gently pressing to give him a more fulfilling spray of the sweet warm liquid.

 

[rhev]

David slid towards Mary as she climbed up onto the bed. He let her place one of her heavy breasts against his face and then turned, taking her soft dark nipple into his mouth. One hand holding the breast as he fed, he let the other free hand roam his own body.

As he drew the sweet cream down from her, his rod stiffened, creating a tent in the blankets. He let his free hand slip below the sheets to lightly stroke his hardening rod. It was more a reaction, instinct, then it was any great sexual urge. Though the act itself did arouse him, he knew he didn't have time to fully appreciate Mary's body the way he had last night.

When the milk began to slow he switched to her other breast without a word and resumed his nursing. Beneath the covers, his hand stroked faster and faster. He heard a slight gasp from Mary, and debated again if he had time for more erotic play. But still, he kept his tongue and lips dancing against her nipple, toying and playing even as he drew her milk forth.


But he groaned and then pulled away from her breast, squeezing it, as he pushed down the sheets from his hips. At the same time his creamy jizz blasted forth from his cock head, he squeezed her breast, spraying just a bit more milk through the air between them. The thick warm cream splashed his face and neck and he groaned, firing several ropes of his warm spunk onto his belly, and Mary's back.


"Nnnnggghhhh!" He moaned as he stroked every last ounce of his spunk out of him, onto himself and Mary. Finally when done he flopped back to the bed and sighed, "Go make sure my bath is prepared please Mary. I'll be in shortly."

He normally relieved himself in the morning in the flushing water closet installed in his private bathroom. But he certainly wasn't going to do that in front of Mary. There was a chamber pot beneath his bed, and that would suffice. He could pour in the rest of the water kept in the pitcher by the window, then dump the pot when he entered the bath.

A few minutes later, long enough for Mary to clean herself and dress in her 'bathing gown' as David called it. David entered the small bathroom and was pleased to see that Mary had already prepared the bath. Good, she must have remembered to heat the water before waking him.

"Now, Mary, there's a chance you won't see me again till tomorrow evening. But I do expect to have my feeding on sunday night at bed time. In the interim, I hope you will make sure that you are expressing yourself multiple times a day."

He settled into the tub and reached for the soap to begin washing his body. "The other thing we need to discuss is your grooming. While I was pleased to shave you and help you keep your hair in proper order, I think we should make it a regular occurrence. What do you think? Every second or third day? We could make it a part of the nightly routine, or the morning bathing routine, but if the later, you should probably wake me earlier on those days. Shaving is something that you never rush."

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Looking up from the tub Mary sat her bottom back on her bare heels, sheer skirts fanning out around her on the marble floor. She withdrew her hand from the water and set it in her lap for a moment as David slid beneath the water's surface; Mary rose and gathered his bathing supplies bringing them to him on a tray, "Shall I wash your back Sir?"

When faced with the scheduling of her own grooming she looked into the water and nodded once, "As you wish Master David, if you are to do it...then when will be best for you to do so?"

Dipping the sponge into the water and drizzling a bit of soap and an oil that smelled musky with a spicy undertone. Mary was actually rather fond of the smell, she began scrubbing the back of David's neck and down over his shoulders, her right hand following to knead gently into the muscles ever so slightly.

"Are you feeling well this morning? Better than yesterday?"

 

[rhev]

"Yes," He answered, "Much better. As I mentioned, if I get too stressed out and don't relieve my tension, I can suffer a spell." He chuckled, "I found your intensive and soft care last night to be the perfect balm for my woes."

He turned slightly and looked at her, "Other than my family and McCooley, only a few others know of my illness, and if I find out that you've been discussing it with anyone..."

He paused and turned back, leaning forwards so she could continue washing, "I shall be quite displeased. I don't think a simple apology and display of remorse would get you back in my good graces.... Like you did yesterday afternoon."

There was a bit of silence and he said, "I think the evening would be better for shaving." What he wasn't saying was that he would get so turned on after shaving her slit, that he'd want to fuck her, or at least have her release his seed in some fashion. Trying to do so in the mornings would mean that he'd have to rush to make it to work on time. If they did it at night he could play with her to his hearts content.

"I don't know how often you'll require a shave, so we shall start with every other night, starting with Sunday night if you are open to that, Monday if you'd rather have as much time off as you can get."

This last bit was a test of course. Without her looking up at his face, she'd have to answer. Since she was getting a pretty light duty for today, and no work after he left the house today, her choice in days would show how eager she was to please him.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

She gave pause as he turned to hold her in his warning gaze, she looked away quietly growing uncomfortable. "I have not Sir. It's not my secret to share." Nor did she have another soul to gossip to if she were ever so inclined. She was rather alone thus far in the household save their sessions.

Mary continued scrubbing his back before crawling sideways on her knees, bringing the soapy sponge over his chest. She listened to him speak and merely continued her task, washing his arms and chest, his underarms and down his belly before handing him his sponge. The woman sat back for a moment, gathering her hair behind her shoulders, as she moved her breasts strained against the sheer fabric that held them at bay, dark nipples stiff from the cold porcelain of the tub.

"If that is what is necessary, would you prefer your feeding before or after ?"

Scrubbing her cheek for a moment Mary looked David over with thought. "Will you be eating breakfast before you leave Sir? I believe Mrs McCooley should have something awaiting you."

Black pools dropped to her lap for a few moments, taking in the sight of the richly colored flesh of her thighs, thick and strong beneath the transparent material. She had decided to enjoy as much of what she could of David's...creativity. Squirming where she sat Mary looked into the tub after the man's lengthy fingers, recalling her grooming session she wondered if the rest would be similar, in truth she wouldn't object to feeling his fingers again that morning.

 

[rhev]

David turned again in the tub and smiled at Mary, "I already fed this morning Mary." With a soft touch he grazed the edge of her breast, the wet water of his hand causing the bathing gown to cling to her full breast. "But thank you for considering it."

I ask that you air out my bedroom today while I am gone and change all the linens. As well as laundry, but otherwise you are free once you leave. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll dry off and get dressed. I must be off for soon.

David climbed out of the tub, water cascading down his thin frame as he held his hand out for a towel. He hoped that this submissive attitude continued on into sunday night.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

The morning behind her Mary had managed to do as she was asked when David left and finally she had time to herself. She was perched upon a park bench, couples passed by arm in arm and governesses pushed prams down the walkway while cooing to the little bundles within; it was beautiful though sad and after some time Mary stood, turning from what she could not have.

Before he had left David had instructed her on using credit should she need to make a purchase on her day off. Mary had made a mental note of it and as she stood within a decent little shop, a woman fussing over her as she was recommended a simple but rather lovely day dress, she smiled. "I think I'll take the skirt and blouse, perhaps the matching jacket." As they made their way to the front, Mary passed a slightly fuller skirt, she looked to her present purchase and then stopped the attendant. "Pardon, may I see this dress?"

Having a suggested undergarments store Mary wandered down the street, passing shop windows on either side of her she smiled. The sun felt wonderful on her skin, warm and replenishing, she had felt drained as of late in life and she took it as a blessing. Finally reaching the shop, Mary tugged on the sleeve of her dress, the same dress she had arrived at the Taft Manor in.

"Good afternoon, might I help you?" came a friendly female voice from behind the counter.

"Good morning, might it be possible to make a purchase on the Taft account?"

The mention of the name made the woman more than willing to help, "Oh why of course! Come my dear, what is it you are looking for today?"

"Please....might you have any stockings...striped stockings? Perhaps some garters."

The middle aged woman gave a clever little smile, "Oh yes my dear, this way, I too fancy them." She gave Mary a little peek by lifting the hemline of her skirt just above her boots. Winking she began to take the younger woman through the store.

While being shown some particularly frilly separate garters The sales woman began to chatter. "So you are among the Taft staff?"

Mary turned impossibly dark eyes to the woman, "Yes Ma'am. I am Master Taft's Nursemaid."

"Oh? Is he in poor health? Oh dear he is getting on, we do need some extra care when we reach a certain age."

"Oh no, Master Taft is well, I serve his son Master David."

That made the woman pause, giving Mary a set of black and white striped stockings, settling some pale cream ones atop them.
"What might he need with a nurse?"

Mary opened her mouth, frowned softly and looked off to her left, "Oh these, por favor, may I see these?" she gestured to a black set of individual garters, a thin white satin ribbon wound through the delicate lace. "They will match the black stripes no?"

An hour later Mary made her way out of the store with yet another box in her arms, she must have looked silly walking down the street with just her nose popping over the bundle because no sooner had she taken five steps but she heard a throaty chuckle behind her. Mary turned, large eyes straining upwards as she spotted a man leaning against the side of a shop. He was taller than herself though not by much and he had a more sturdy build than she had been privy to that morning.

"I beg your pardon?" Mary frowned softly to him.

The man strode forward and touched his dust strewn waist, very informally tipping forward an inch, "Ah no I beg yours, I wasn't laughing at you. Well I was..."

An offended look passed over Mary's face, her lips falling slightly apart as her eyes grew more wide. "I am happy that I amuse you sir." With that she turned to continue her path but the man trotted forward.

He was Caucasian, with blonde hair and brown eyes and save the bit of grease smeared here or there on his cheek with a bit of scruff lining his jaw he was not objectionable in his looks. "Now now don't go, my mum would kill me if I didn't apologize. Here, let me carry your boxes?"

Mary made to object but the man had taken them off her hands, "My name is Robert, I didn't mean to offend you."

He did not run, and he was insistent upon helping her so she had little other choice than to continue walking. "Thank you." she said politely.

Robert leaned in a bit close, "And what am I to call you?"

After another moment of walking, "Mary." that got a rather charming grin from the man, he seemed to be around her age. Rather than walking home in silence she decided it best to make a bit of small talk, "So tell me, Robert, what was it you were doing outside the shop? Surely it is not your job to carry women's things back and forth?"

"Ohh no Miss Mary, but I saw you and could not help myself." He gave her another winning smile which made Mary blush and look forward. "I am a repair man of sorts, give me somethin' to fix and I'm as happy as a cat with milk. Anything really, I like a challenge. There was a few hinges that needed replacing out back of the shop." He seemed to want to return the question but spared poor Mary the embarrassment.

They walked for some time it was perhaps twenty minutes the two chattered back and forth. Mary allowed herself to enjoy the attention, though a bit wary at first Robert appeared to be sweet, almost simple in some aspects. When they reached the servant's entrance Mary was loaded up again.

"Gra...thank you Mr. Robert, I do appreciate your help."

"My pleasure, if ya ever need anything fixed you know where to find me." he gave her another smile and that half bow, "I hope to see you again Miss Mary."

With that she maneuvered herself inside, past a few curious sets of eyes and down the hallway to the servants quarters. It was early evening and she needed to relieve herself before supper, her breasts had begun to ache during her walk home. Mary sighed as she undressed and moved easily through what was becoming routine, when finished she allowed herself a short nap. After all she had an hour before supper and she had not been given word of David's return.

 

[rhev]

David checked his bags in the early morning light, refreshed and ready for his trip. He was well rested, he'd recovered from the other day's spell, he had a stomach full of sweet breast milk, he'd fucked his new servant last night and sprayed her with his spunk this morning. Truly it was a pleasant way to start this trip.

He mounted his horse and grimaced for a moment. There were carefully hidden spots on the saddle, designed for him to clip a special belt too. He wasn't wearing the belt at the moment and debated putting it on. He knew, logically, that if he had a spell during the ride, he could be thrown from the horse and die. But he felt like an invalid, a child, when he strapped himself into the saddle.

He snorted derisively and looked towards the cabinet that held tackle for the horses as well as his hated belt. Then he turned, leading the horse out of the barn without retrieving the safety gear.

_ _ _


The day grew pleasant as David rode westward on the trail. It would take him around six hours to reach White Plains NY, and he'd stop in Stamford for a late breakfast / early lunch. This trip was partially buisness, but mostly pleasure, as his plans for the evening included a gathering of the society. They always threw very lovely parties, and while he'd not yet partaken in the flesh offered by the women that were at those parties, he thought that tonight, he would speak with a man who was a mentor to him. He was eager to discuss Mary and her progress so far. For it had been he who'd suggested to David the possibility of training a soft slave out of one of his servants.

David smiled as the sun broke through the trees and lit his thin face. She was difficult, but she had potential.

_ _ _


"Won't you take one of the women brother?" The man in the domino mask asked David as they walked through what amounted to a bacchanalian orgy of wine, music, and writhing flesh. Some of the people here were older than his father, and the masks they wore did little to disguise their identity to those who knew them. But the code of the society was absolute secrecy and privacy, and David would never betray that. To do so could mean the doom of his family.

"No," David said waving a hand but holding up his wine glass, "Thank you brother." He turned to look at the older man, his mentor, and adjust the older man's lapel, which was skewed and showed a bit of red lipstick, "Though it appears you've already partaken tonight before my arrival?"

The older man laughed, "Perhaps I have brother, but I wonder why you are so stuffy, why you don't wish to partake?"

David shrugged, his outfit, so pleasant on the ride that morning, now feeling stuffy and hot in the overly warm mansion walls. "I simply don't feel the urge," he shrugged, "Half of these women are socialite women pretending to be whores, the other half whores pretending to be socialites."

He gestured off hand to a woman sucking one man's prick while a second fucked her. Despite a ridiculous mask made up of swans feathers and beads, both David and his friend knew who it was. Her body, flesh sagging as she pushed upwards into her fifties jiggled as she wantonly took a third man into her mouth, leaving the other man to jerk off onto her tits. "Her for example," David whispered as the pair of them moved into a grand hallway where no one was currently fornicating. "Were she to be displeased with my fucking, and feel petty about it, her husband could make things very unpleasant for my concerns in Norwalk."

The older man nodded. It was true that anonymity was supposed to be preserved, but that didn't always happen. The older man was wise enough not to say anything and David continued. "But take yon redhead through the door there," David pointed into an open door where a woman knelt on her hands and knees. Behind her a young man in an elaborate mask, but rather plain clothing knelt, fucking his cock in and out of her asshole. "She," David continued, "is obviously a common wench, hired to be at this gathering. How many men has her body taken before? Dozens? Hundreds? My stick does not rise to think of being one in such a long list."

The older man nodded and then gestured to a pair of oversized leather chairs, near an open window. David nodded and they sat, and the older man spoke again, "Certainly it is possible, but it's also possible that she's fresh to wenching and you'd be perhaps... well not her first obviously, but possibly one of only the first handful to ever cross her territory? Or maybe she's neither, but a bored cousin or daughter of a member, here as a guest?"

David nodded, "ah but then I risk the first problem don't I?"

The older man nodded, "So then you train your own doxy eh? Make a little slattern in your own home to release your frustrations upon? Have you taken my advice in that matter?"

David smiled and nodded, "Indeed, let me tell you about her, and then ask you a few questions on how to proceed...."

David began speaking of Mary, and he knew as he looked out the window at the moon, that he'd not be home in New Haven that night. Ah well, one night without milk wouldn't hurt him much. He'd be home Sunday, and Mary would be there, ready to receive his lusts.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Dinner Saturday night was a rather nice affair, the cook himself had managed to eat with the table of servants. He was a jovial thing when settled before a meal, and had spent a few minutes gently chiding Mary on the subject of her afternoon escort, earning a blush or two int he process. Dinner was a hearty stew rich with potatoes and some chicken from the hen house plucked that morning, it was certainly a lovely meal Mary was thankful for.
****

"Going out again Mary?" Mrs McCooley stood aloof on the stairs as she watched the young woman pass in her new dress., her mother's cross dangling outside of her clothing that day. "And a new frock.."

Mary stopped, turning to the woman and offered a small smile, "Yes Ma'am the dress shop was kind enough to allow me a discounted price." the dress was in fact last season's but much nicer than what she could have afforded on her own before her present position. "I am going to attend Mass...would you care to join me?"

The older woman thought a moment then nodded, "No sense in wastin' money." they would have to catch a carriage and it would give her the opportunity to find out more about the young nursemaid. After all, she had been caring for David for some time before the young woman came along.
****

Mary say in the quiet darkness of the confessional, fingers woven together in her lap she took a deep breath and turned to the obscured divide.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks past." tucking her chin, thankful for the darkness of her small confinement.

"Tell me of your sin's my child." was her only response, but she did not speak "Child...?"

"Yes...father. I am caring for someone with whom I have reserves...not of his condition but of the methods. The treatments. I often believe I am sacrificing a part of myself for them."

"Often when faced with such obstacles in life God asks of us sacrifice for another's betterment."

"Mm...yes Father, you must be right." though Mary had her reservations, the man did not know of what she spoke nor did she find it wise to detail any of what she had done. "I struggle with obedience...to better serve my charge how am I to go beyond my hesitancy." A large part of her wanted very much to remain her spirited self, but she knew that her knew position in life was asking her to swallow pride.
****

Mary had decided a walk would do her good, she had seen to her private expression before she left and changed into her new outfit. As she walked down the street the wind began to change, a foreboding darkness creeping in from the distance. As she gazed up into the clouds she sighed, "Oh dear..." The rain was not eminent but soon she would need to seek shelter.

Mary strolled past the shops, stopping in front of a small patisserie; a beautiful display of cream puffs and tarts decorated the storefront glass, she could not help but enter. As she reached for the door handle it was snatched away from her, "Pardon me.." she took a step back only to look up into a familiar smiling face.

"Fancy we should meet again, and inside the same weekend. Good day Mary." the man gave a brisk bow while pulling the door open for her.

"Robert!" she said with surprise, "and good day to you." Thunder rolled overhead and a few wet drops fell to slide down Mary's cheek. "Oh! Perhaps we should step inside?" she slid through the door and clutched her small purse before her skirts.

"You look quite lovely today if I may say so."

Mary tucked her chin looking towards the display counter, "Thank you Robert...I purchased it just yesterday in a shop down the street, the saleswoman was very kind. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company today?"

"It does suit you. Oh you know, I was hired for a job down the street" he jabbed his thumb back over his shoulder, "and my friends and I just so happen to have lunch across the street." He gestured out the window to a table under an eve where two other men sat, both of which seemed quite curious as to their friend's activities.

Mary smiled back to their grinning faces before looking up into that of Robert, "Well would you care for some desert then? Perhaps they would join us?"

"Oh that's very kind of you but I couldn't possibly..." he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, it was charming.

"Oh please, my treat. I would enjoy the company if you don't mind?"

"Of course!" Robert jumped at the chance, a boyish grin causing dimples to form, Mary liked those dimples.

She had enjoyed her little afternoon treat, sharing cream puffs with the men and laughing. They spoke of where she was from and the men shared the same information, Robert had in fact been born in that very town. The attention was not wasted on her and as the sun set Mary walked home with a smile on her face, accompanied by the gentle Robert.

"Thank you Mary this afternoon was wonderful. I will look forward to the next time we meet."

"Thank you Robert, be well." He saw her to the servant's door again flashing her a dimply grin and was rewarded by a little grin of her own as Mary retreated inside.

Mary moved through the kitchen with a kind word to the cook, and as she made her way through the house towards her room she smiled to herself, unbuttoning the collar of her dress jacket. The heels of her little leather boots clicked softly upon the hardwood floor in a steady rhythm, however that rhythm was staggered when she crossed the foyer. The front door opened and she heard a familiar voice, seemingly in good spirits.

 

[rhev]

"The contracts father," David said, setting the small stack of envelopes on his father's desk.

The elder Taft didn't even move from his position at his window as he looked out into the back yard. "Mmmmm" He grunted noncommittally.

David bristled slightly, "You don't even want to look them over? I came all the way from White Plains this morning. I could have stayed an extra day and taken my time instead of hurrying home."

His father did turn then and took the pipe from his mouth. It was unlit, whatever tobacco had been in the pipe having long gone out. But that didn't stop Master Taft from chewing on the stem for hours, a poor habit one would say, but certainly not to his face. "Why David? Should I look them over? Should I not assume that you've gone over them already and made sure they are up to snuff?"

David paled slightly and managed to avoid taking a step backwards. He shook his head, "No, of course not father, I mean, of course I did."

His father turned his back on him and continued gazing out the window. He was looking down into the yard with some interest, though what, David couldn't tell from his position in his father's office. His father continued, "Also, don't think for a moment I believe that you rushed home just to get me these papers. I know you were excited to get back to your pretty little play thing."

David's back stiffened, but he said nothing, knowing that there was more coming. "I suppose she's pretty enough, a little exotic, she has the dark look of a spaniard. Nice enough I suppose to remind you that she's not our equal."

David felt himself nodding, thinking of how his pale skin contrasted her dusky flesh as his father spoke, "Common stock I suppose. They are good for this job."

Mr. Taft finally turned from the window and moved away from it, but instead of sitting in his office chair he went to the leather chair near the fireplace. The fireplace was unlit, but it was one of his favorite chairs. He gestured for David to sit opposite him. "How much have you told her so far boy?"

David sat and paused, waiting a minute before answering. He hated it when his father called him boy. But he knew his father had pinned his hopes on his brother James. James the older son, James the healthy one, James the one who even shared their father's looks, while David took after his mother in stature. Finally however he said slowly, "I told her that I have a sickness, and that she's to watch me while I bathe, lest I sink down into the water."

His father nodded but remained silent. The silence prompting David to continue, "I told her that I need certain.... release.... in order to prevent such spells. At first I guided her to use her hand or mouth in such endeavours but..."

Mr. Taft laughed, "So you've already stuck her? She's already spread her thighs for you?"

David's mouth quirked in a slight smile and he nodded slightly. His father laughed again and said, "Well, she certainly seems the pliable type then and that's all well and good."

They sat for a few moments until David made to get up and leave, but his father held a hand out, "Wait." David sat back down and cocked his head at his father. He was eager to go and bathe, but his father was not one to deny, and so he waited in silence.

"Do you recall a small mousy blonde woman, a very quiet maid, when you were a boy? Sarah Smith was her name, she used to stand in the corners quietly, trying to never be seen."

David remembered, she'd been pretty, and even though David had been a young boy, he recalled the quiet maid his father spoke of. He nodded to his father not wanting to interrupt the elder's train of thought. "When your mother and I were wed, it was a marriage of convenience. I had a lot of money and a family name that dated back a long way, and her father had vast holdings of land around New York and Connecticut, and also a lot of debt. I bought his holdings for a sum that let him drink and gamble his way to the grave, and he could do so knowing that his daughter had a wealthy husband."

David waited, unsure where this conversation was going or what it had to do with Sarah Smith.

"Your mother never had any interest in me. She's a cold woman, and she always had more interest in playing her parlor games with her lady friends or throwing tea parties then in seeing to her wifely duties. I could count on both hands the number of times in our marriage that she welcomed me into her bed." He snorted and then seemed to realize that he was chewing on the stem of his pipe rather hard. He drew out a tobacco pouch and began filling it as he spoke. David knew that his mother and father shared a marriage in basically just name. Once James had moved out of the house, David's mother had turned his bedroom into her own separate bedroom.

Mr. Taft lit his pipe with a match and puffed then said, "Yet, certainly no more than a dozen times with my wife and I am proud to say I bore two fine sons."

There was a hidden implication there. One that noble and well to do families never spoke of. But David was tired and sensed that his father was hedging the topic. So he finally spoke, "So what father? I look nothing like you. Are you saying what I think you might be saying?"

Master Taft looked shocked, "Mind your tongue son!" He snapped, and David's jaw snapped shut with an audible clack. "No, I'm saying nothing of the sort. I see my father in your eyes." He gestured at David with the stem of his pipe, "And your ears, you've got my mother's ears for certain. No I know you're my blood and wouldn't ever suggest it. Besides...." He trailed off and sighed.

"What father, what is it you wish to say?" David said a bit terse, "I'm tired from riding and wish to bathe."

Master Taft puffed his pipe again and said, "Besides, I doubt your mother would have any interest in laying with any man, not just me. As I said... she enjoys her parlor games with her lady friends."

David's mouth dropped open. "Mrs. McCooley?" He whispered?

Master Taft simply shrugged, "I don't know. I know that the extra thick batting that is in all the walls that muffles sound in this house was your mother's idea. I also know that your mother does enjoy a neck massage fairly regularly in her bed chambers, but that's all I know. But I wish to return to my point."

David was too stunned, thinking of the head maid's duties in a new light to say anything, and Master Taft continued, "Back to Sarah Smith. She was a young woman from town, desperate and oh so delectable. It wasn't even I who first broached the subject, but your mother. We were much more bold with that one at the time, for who would have believed her? Who could she have told? Your mother brought her to my bed chamber one night and explained how it was her duties to take her place in the wife's bed."

He sniffed and relit his pipe, "She avoided it at first, but then gave in, and then she started to get a swollen head. She began to think she was more important than the other servants. Especially after we had to call the doctor in to take care of an... unfortunate incident. She acted like the family owed her something. She forgot her place. It was because of that, because she forgot who she was and why she was here, that we had to...."

Master Taft packed a little more tobacco into his pipe and lit it again, "Anyways, after her, we found it easier to simply hire on ladies to come in on a semi regular basis as opposed to having a live in servant."

David finally found his voice, "We?"

Master Taft nodded, "Your mother and I boy. Weren't you following? It was as much her desire as it was mine. But now I'm older and I haven't had a visitor in several months. But I find that my gaze towards your doxi reminds me of my Sarah. So this is why I bring it up. I know you go to the meetings, if you, in the course of events, find a woman willing to warm an old man's bed at night and wash dishes during the day, I wouldn't be opposed to discussing that opportunity."

"But," he said pointing his pipe again, "The reason I tell you all this is because you have to keep a firm hand with yon Mary. A firm hand and a strong control over her. Lest she forgets her place and we have to get rid of her the way we did poor Sarah."

David nodded, wondering what he meant exactly.

Master Taft waved his hands, "Go now, go go go, I've work to do.

David nodded and stood, "Good day then Father."


- - -


"Your water is ready young master." Mrs. McCooley said to David as he stood in the window of his bedroom.

He entered the bath room, annoyed that Mary wasn't around. Though in fairness it was her day off. Mrs. McCooley sat down on a stool behind a small screen where she could hear David if he needed her, but couldn't see him.

He settled into the bath and began lathering. His eyes fell on his razor and he realized that tonight, he'd shave Mary again. His cock stiffened slightly in anticipation. Maybe tonight he'd take her ass.


- - -


"That will be all for the evening Mrs. McCooley," David's mother said without looking at the servant. His mind raced, dismissal, did that mean....

He shook himself, refusing to think of his mother in any sort of illicit sense, heaven forbid with another woman.

David placed his fork and knife on the plate as McCooley cleared the table, and then he sipped his tea. "Mother, you'll be glad to know that the judge in Wickins county got your letter about the flowering trees. I spoke with him personally and he said that he'd draft you a letter post haste."

His mother snorted, "post haste would have been in the last two months, not waiting until my son had to remind him."

David nodded, "Of course mother, now, I think I shall retire a bit early."

His father and mother made absolutely no comment on that fact, as if it was beneath them. He stood stiffly and then said to McCooley, "Please send Mary along to my room, incase she'd forgotten that her duties resume this evening."

Then it was up to his room to change quickly into a silken pair of pajama pants and night shirt. His mind was already racing with the erotic and vile things he wanted to do to her.... all the things he'd seen at the party last night and now he was eager to test on the little common house whore.

His breath was shallow and his face was flush as he finally entered his room and began changing.... oh yes.... tonight would be nice for him.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Mary smiled as she made her way up the stairs towards David's bedroom, she had enjoyed herself that afternoon. Robert's friends had picked on him almost relentlessly and were very complimenting to her during their little group lunch. She had felt comfortable, and pretty even in her new outfit, she had decided she might just enjoy things outside her work in her new home. After confession, though rather indirect, she felt more purged, or at the very least more capable to accept her position requirements as duties. She hoped.

When she stepped into his bathroom she closed the door softly and disrobed, folding her clothes neatly over a small bench out of the way, she had managed a bath before coming to see her charge and was fresh from the day. As she tucked her hair into it's traditional bun at the nape of her neck she bent over and tugged up her new striped stockings a few inches above her knees, securing the individual black garters. She gazed at herself in the mirror a moment, turning to examine herself from behind with a look over her shoulder, she felt a little more bared than usual but also felt better about herself in the new undergarments. If she was going to be looked at in her stockings it was best they were not showing signs of age.

Just as she turned again she noticed her shaving kit had been left out on the vanity. The image of David crouched partially in front of her and partially over her made her shudder. She remembered being pressed back and the sensation as he thrust his finger inside of her; suddenly Mary's brows furrowed, her womb contracted leaving her knees week. Does this mean he will do it again? She ran her fingers between her legs to test the stubble of her nether region realizing she wanted him, her body wanted very badly for him to invade her again in such a manner and this left her flushed.

Whispering a soft prayer she turned to the dividing door and knocked softly, "Master David?" she looked down at herself again, with her hair up she had inadvertently exposed more of her plush curves, giving it but a thought she blushed further as she was called into the room.

 

[rhev]

David bid her enter. He was sitting in the chair at his small desk, reading his book when her knock came. He'd changed into a set of silken pajamas and nothing else. The feel of the silk against his skin made him feel wicked, sinful, and it wasn't often that he wore just this outfit. He had to admit, while he didn't have an erection, the feel of the silk against his cock was arousing.

"Enter," he called as Mary knocked.

She came in and he turned in his chair, smiling at her. She wore stockings with garters a shy expression and nothing else. David smiled, it was good that she was beginning to understand the way he wanted her to present herself. He decided to tell her so, "You look lovely tonight Mary, I approve of your outfit."

Then turning his chair towards her, he set down his book and pat his lap. "Come Mary," he said putting his knees together, "Sit astride my lap. I'll feed sitting in my chair tonight, for when we are done, we should go to the wash room and I'll help groom you." Then he added, "It is something I think we shall do every sunday, wednesday, and friday night. So you may add that to your schedule."

He waited for her to come close to sit on his lap, and then he fished the semi hard cock from his pajama pants, feeding it through the hole in the fly, so that Mary's body would press against it as she straddled him. He grinned, "Worry not Mary, I'm not going to make you ride me while I feed, I simply wish to feel your warm body against my shaft."

He grabbed her as soon as she was close enough and pulled her down onto his lap, "We can worry about any coupling after I've shaved you. Now, feed my my dear, I've a thirst."

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

As she stepped close Mary gave a little cry when he grabbed her and pulled her down to his lap. Her mons was nestled against his soft member and she looked down to it, her beasts trembling with her quickened breath. She nodded to his words and scooted a little before lifting her right breast up in an offering.

She slid her left hand behind his neck and guided him towards her body, grazing her dark nipple over his lip, squeezing her breast softly caused the milk to coat his bottom lip before she urged it into his mouth. She rocked her hips when his hand splayed down over the globe of her lower cheek, softly she moved herself forward, nestling her hot little petals over his soft shaft.

Urging him to suckle she softly began to squirm in his lap, she wanted to feel the heat and firmness of his shaft again and she highly doubted that he would mind. Mary could already feel the moisture beginning to build between her legs, the though of what was to come had spurred her body into action and that was causing her body to demand satisfaction. Once David's length was firm enough she began sliding her pussy up and down the underside of his length, she felt him scoot down in the chair beneath her and she found a rhythm; her juices slicking the surface of his hot shaft.