Cecilia found her life, and her pleasure holes, taking on new dimensions with Sir Ethan. It was getting so that she couldn’t think of anything but him. She craved his attention, his hands on her body, the feeling of him moving inside of her. Despite the difference in their ages she found her feelings become wrapped up in him.
Other than his constant demand for her body, however, he didn’t seem to return those feelings. She would have been quite surprised to discover how often Sir Ethan pondered the life of his little chambermaid. While he didn’t want to lose her, it didn’t seem fair to have her body for his daily use, hampering her ability to have a beau, the way he was sure she would have otherwise. It had become quite apparent to him that his feelings for her went beyond a dalliance; he was obsessed with her. Not just her beauty and sexual energy, but also her sweetness, the happy energy that she brought to any room she entered, and the laughter that often bubbled forth from her pretty mouth.
His household had become a very happy place with Cecilia as a part of it. Although he kept her from working as often as she might have, no one minded because he’d hired a different maid to take care of her duties. Having her spend time with him made him happier than having her do her job. No one in the house minded because they liked to see their master happy, and at his age he was allowed to do as he pleased. No doubt if he became displeased with her then they would turn on her.
But he often worried about what would happen to her when he was gone. Whether by age or accident, life was never certain, and he didn’t like the idea of his Cecilia wanting for anything.
One day he had her bent over his lap, legs hanging down one side, arms and head the other, with her soft stomach pressing against his erection as he played with her anus. All afternoon he’d been introducing various instruments to that tight little hole, delighting in her moans of frustration and the smell of her arousal. The cream was coating her thighs almost to her knees.
At the moment he was pushing bead after bead of a strand of pearls into the tight little hole while she bent over the arm of his couch. Sir Rudolph had turned him on to this little trick, and after an afternoon of teasing his delightful girl, he was ready to bring her screaming with pleasure.
Cecilia moaned as Sir Ethan filled her backside with the necklace. The addition of each pearl shifted all the other ones inside of her. He’d shown her the necklace before he started popping it into her sensitive anus; hung around her neck it would nearly reach her waist. Now it was inside of her, and the sensations were delicious. As always her gentleman was expanding her horizons. Although, at the moment, she was so heatedly frustrated that she couldn’t truly appreciate it. Her neglected puss was swollen and leaking fluid, dying for attention. If only he’d just stroke her, just once, she was sure that she would find her fulfillment.
Leaving just two pearls hanging from Cecilia’s delightfully stuffed anus, Sir Ethan pulled down his breeches and lined the thick head of his cock up with her weeping slit. The sweet little sex kitten squealed with delight as Sir Ethan thrust into her. The movement of his cock pressed against the beads in her anus, jostling them around, and also making her wet tunnel much tighter for both their pleasure. As Sir Ethan thrust back and forth into her hot little tunnel, he could feel the ridges of the beads rubbing against him through the thin inner wall between her holes. The sensation was incredible.
Sir Ethan’s hanging sack slapped against the sensitive folds and engorged love button of Cecelia’s pussy and she screamed with delight, not bothering to hold back her reaction or howls of pleasure as he plugged her hard. She knew how much he liked to hear her throaty moans and gasps, and especially her loud exhortations as she climaxed. As her inner muscles rippled and squeezed, the necklace moved around inside of her, rubbing against her clenching walls. Cecelia’s hands dug into the couch cushion as pleasure wrapped around her, squealing with delight as she climaxed wonderfully.
Her hot pussy convulsed around Sir Ethan, but the older man had plenty of practice at not allowing the delightful sensations of Cecelia’s spasming cunny make him lose his self-control. He kept riding her hard from behind through her orgasm, his hands grasping her hips as he pumped hard into her from behind. With every thrust the sweet flesh of her buttocks jiggled and rippled, allowing him to see the shockwaves of his forceful rutting.
The two pearls hanging out of Cecelia’s tight little asshole bounced and jerked as the two of them moved together, rocking back and forth as he impaled her on his stiff rod. She quivered as she came down from her blissful high, her tender folds now twice as sensitive, dark pink with pooled blood in the aftermath of her first orgasm. Sir Ethan knew how to pleasure her like no one else she’d ever had.
Feeling his own pleasure starting to mount, Sir Ethan grasped the two shiny pearls dripping from Cecilia’s little rosebud and pulled. The sensation of the pearls bumping on their way out of her elicited a carnal shriek from her sweet lips. The entire strand had shifted inside of her, and each pearl had opened her anus, rubbing over the sensitive nerves that gathered around the crinkled little hole. Her pussy tightened down with unaccustomed force as she writhed in front of him.
Delightful.
Wrapping the end of the strand around his hand, Sir Ethan lifted his arm, popping pearls out of Cecelia’s ass, slowly but relentlessly. The brazen wench screamed and sobbed as the most incredible orgasm crashed over her, drawn out by the long strand of tiny ridges popping through her asshole. Her toes curled and her fingers dug into the couch as the waves of ecstasy rocked her and her culmination went on and on and on.
With a bellow, Sir Ethan shoved fully into Cecelia’s thrashing body, filling her shuddering core with jets of hot fluid as he continued pulling the long strand of pearls from her ass, emptying it completely. As his cock expanded inside of her, stretching her fully open and pulsing against her inner walls, and the pearls continued to pop through her pleasure centers, Cecelia let out a long wail as the ecstasy sheared through her senses and the overwhelmed maid passed out.
Sighing in satisfaction, Sir Ethan let the pearls drop to the floor. He’d have them cleaned later, before stringing them around Cecelia’s neck. Pulling himself from her sweet young body, he gathered her into his arms, sitting down on the couch and cradling her until she opened her eyes with a little moan. Her entire lower body throbbed with the aftermath of her intense rapture.
“Ah sweet Cecelia,” Sir Ethan murmured, and lowered his lips to hers for a kiss. She responded with passion, despite the weariness that was evident in every line of her body. When he pulled away Sir Ethan looked so serious that for a moment she was worried. “My dear, what would you think about being my mistress?”
His mistress? That was an honored position for a woman of no standing like her, a position that would mean her security even once he was gone—not that she wanted to think about that day, but one had to be practical. The evidence of his feelings for her, his care for her, whether or not he ever spoke the words, struck Cecelia’s heart. She might not ever say the words either, but she did love him so.
“I would be honored, Sir,” she said, smiling up at him. He could see the affection and deep caring in her eyes. Immediately he relaxed. Little Cecelia would stay with him for as long as he wanted her, in an acknowledged position. Since he didn’t have a wife there was no need to keep a separate household for his sweet little maid—although she would be a maid no longer. He could shower her with gifts and provide for her in his will.
And he could keep her and ravish her as much as he wanted. He had worried that she might not be interested in such a steady position with an older man, but apparently his feelings were mutual. Cecelia interrupted his thoughts by cradling his face in her hands, the first time she had initiated such an intimacy, and pulling him down for a passionate kiss.