There are few possibilities to be realised at almost one o'clock in the morning it seems. A lonely pet, clad in her flimsy gown and pink nightdress can wander the corridors of the castle forever in search of pleasure at that late hour. She knew there would be the odd servant and lecherous guard up at this time of the night and so had kept her panties on. Thinking of one of those serfs pawing her, she hugged her gown closer around her young body.
Her Master was sleeping with his lady that night and she had been instructed to retire to her own chambers, instead of lying at the foot of her owner's bed. She was less than happy about this, but she knew of the Mistress's shyness and was an obedient pet. Having retired dutifully, she had slumbered fitfully for several hours, only to be awoken by low moans coming from the far end of the corridor.
She had lain there awake for a while, fighting the urge to return to her Master's bedside. She wanted to kneel in the dark there, listening to the sounds of lust and watching in the shadows as love was played out. She pouted to herself, thinking how she could have mewled gently while she touched herself and joined in their crescendo of moaning delight. Images of being caught peeking flashed into her mind, the outrage of her Master, the embarrassment of the Lady and the dreadful punishment that might ensue.
"Mmmmmmmmm! Punishment."
Would he take her over his lap, still erect and sticky from Milady's moist tightness? Would he pull up her nightie to spank her buttocks to a rich crimson? Would the Lady instruct her to fetch the cane inscribed with her name? She could imagine herself being required to bend low over a bedside table, knocking the extinguished candle to the floor and showing her secret parts in the glare of the hissing gas lamps that the castle was newly furnished with.
She shuddered at the thought of blow after steady blow raining down on her pert posterior and she not daring to move, while her Master belaboured her insolent backside. The thought of such delights was eclipsed by other images of pure pleasure that flashed through her mind. Images off passionate, wriggling bodies and glistening skin... a hard cock, swaying testicles ... legs sensually spread wide and spasming. The submissive girl couldn't help herself, she had to look.
Quietly, she opened the mahogany door to her Master's chambers, the one that connected into the en suite bathroom. Just as she had hoped, the door was open and the inner door ajar. In the semi-darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could pull the inner door further ajar and see the bed, along with the writhing bodies upon it.
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see her owner, MiLord kneeling behind this beautiful lady. Milord had a handful of the lady's hair, from behind, and his lower body was pressed firmly against hers. The lady's head was arched back and her luscious backside was arched up against her partner. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, the lady's bottom looking smooth, round, and unblemished.
The Master's muscles rippled as he hunched into the writhing Mistress. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed. The girl noticed that the lady was all but shredding the bottom sheet with her long fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support.
The girl felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her young legs. The Count moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into his lovely partner with long, deep jabs. Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Lady Anne's throat, and the girl watched the Lady's hips move back instinctively, forcing her Master's shaft deeper inside.
"You're so tight like this!" The Count whispered, his words carrying, easily to the girl's ears in the nearby bathroom. The lady half moaned, half sighed her response, pushing her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying beneath her slim, supple body.
"Fuck me hard, MiLord," she breathed. "Fuck me hard and fast. Come in me!"
The submissive's nipples hardened, excited by what she'd seen and heard so far. They ached to be touched and the girl's right hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as her Master began thrusting faster into the Mistress's raised behind, their bodies making an audible "smack", the Lady's breasts bouncing, and the flesh of her backside rippling. The girl felt her own panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices.
"Yesss!" the Lady hissed. "Fuck me from behind. Pump your seed into me and slap my bum, Milord, just as you would do to that little pet of yours."
"Mmmmmmmmmm, such a pet!" He responded, pounding forcefully into the supine woman.
The submissive heard the words and couldn't believe it. Her Master was actually fucking his mistress and both were thinking of her! The girl let out a low sigh... a sigh of lustful arousal. She could have come out from her hiding place there and then, but stayed silent, listening, alert.
"Yes, Milord," the Lady continued breathlessly. "You'd like to have your pet licking your anus while you take me from behind so forcefully, would....you....not?"
"You.......know.......I would," he responded, pounding ever harder and smacking the Lady's bum, stuck up impertinently in the air.
"You'd......like.......to have her taste the base.......of your shaft ......as you fuck me.........and her soft fingers.....tightening on your balls?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he groaned.
"And her thumb.........her thumb......... pressing the pucker of........ of her Master's anus..........indenting you to the first.........the first knuckle.........perhaps?"
At this the pet's left hand replaced her right on her nipples and squeezed so hard at this exchange that she nearly yelped. Her right hand slid under her panties and between her legs. She knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her sex frantically. She slipped another finger into her tight, little hole and began to move it in and out.
"MiLord?"
He groaned and they both paused.
"I become dry with all your thrustings," she complained, turning her head. "Is it not less pleasurable for you?"
He nodded assent.
"Should you not summon your pet to wet your shaft with her mouth? I would like to see that."
"But.......Milady......you are usually so reticent."
"Not tonight, Milord. Call her," she requested, no commanded, wriggling her bottom lasciviously against the hard shaft that had so recently impaled her. "Call her........"
The words hovered in the now silent room. He looked up at the bell pull and the girl, in her hiding place trembled. If he pulled that rope, a servant would hurry to her chambers and her perfidy would be discovered.
"......or would you rather, dine of the dish in front of you now, MiLord?" the mischievous lady wiggled her behind and was rewarded with a sound spank. The Lady knew this Lord well and soon the two bodies on the bed were undulating and writhing about anew. They glistened even in the semi-darkness of the room. The lady's long dark hair flailed about as her body heaved and bucked to the Count's rhythm. The Count groaned and began fucking his partner even harder. He was pulling on her hips and slamming his cock into her so hard that her whole body shook.
To the young pet, it looked almost like her Master was trying to drive even his balls inside the lady's cunt. Suddenly, the couple stiffened and shuddered together. Their groans and loud breathing filled the air for a few long moments, and then they fell silent.
In the sudden silence the girl stopped fearfully, feeling a cold chill running through her. Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly caressed herself , rubbing her gooey little slit to orgasm. She watched wide eyed as the two lovers on the bed, her Master on top of the lady from behind, both kissing and fondling each other in post-coital bliss, just floating along together and she joined them, the excited witness of future possibilities as she came.
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