Fucking a Lord

Fucking a Lord

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Mary-Ann is ordered by her employer to fuck her son, Lord Henry. At first Mary-Ann is unsure, but she soon gets into it.

Summary

Mary-Ann is ordered by her employer to fuck her son, Lord Henry. At first Mary-Ann is unsure, but she soon gets into it.

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Submitted: February 11, 2015

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"Mary-Ann." I heard one of the house summon me from the next room, so I quickly dropped what I was doing and walked over to my mistress. Sitting me down opposite her across the table, a rare honour for a servant I assure you, Lady Jane smiled at me and patted my hand. "Mary-Ann, you have worked for us faithfully for many years now. You know that times have been tough for my family and I, that we are having a little trouble with cash flow."

I nodded slowly, fearing the worst. "I know my Lady. I kept the knowledge to myself, though, as you requested."

She patted my hand gently, smiling at me. "And that has been much appreciated by both my husband and I. All of your hard work over the years has been appreciated too. Would you say that we were fair employers, Mary-Ann?"

"Of course, my Lady," I replied softly. I had worked for the Lady Jane for coming up to five years now, and never once had I had a bad run-in with one of the family. The one time that there had been a problem, the family dealt with it quietly and it had soon been forgotten about. "My Lady, may I ask what this is all about?"

Lady Jane lowered her eyes to the flowers on the table, as if not wanting to face me. I had seen her do this before, whenever she was about to deliver bad news. My hands began to tremble with fear, as I realised that I was most likely about to get the sack. What would I do without this job? Apart from working with the family, I had never had another job. I would never be able to support myself.

"Mary-Ann," the Lady Jane's voice brought me back to the moment. "I am very sorry to have to ask this of you, at Christmas of all times, but there really is no-one else my husband and I can afford to have do this."

I looked into her eyes, and pleaded, "Please don't sack me, I really do need this job. Whatever I am doing wrong, I can fix it. I can work longer hours, take more of a work load..."

"Oh, Mary-Ann, we are not going to let you go," she interrupted me kindly. "You are far too important in this household for us to do that. Who would organise everything here, if not you?"

Immediately, I felt ridiculous for jumping to the wrong conclusion and began apologising profoundly. Never had I felt so stupid. After a few minutes I had calmed down enough to regain my senses. "If you are not sacking me, what is it that you are trying to ask of me?"

Lady Jane became nervous once again. She stood up from the table and closed the door to her small study, making sure there was no-one else around. For a while, she just paced around the room in silence, her dress dragging around her ankles, as she determined what to say. Finally, she came to a decision and rejoined me at the table. "Mary-Ann, you are more than entitled to refuse this request, but it really would mean a lot to myself and my husband if you accepted. We would make it very worth your while, as soon as our accounts are back in order."

"Anything for you, my Lady," I replied, although having waited in silence for the past ten minutes I was beginning to wonder just what I was getting into. "What is it that you would like me to do?"

"That is very kind of you, Mary-Ann," she said, twiddling her fingers - a very unladylike thing to do. Whatever was going on must be causing the house much worry. "The problem is our son, Lord Henry. We have noticed over the past year he has become a recluse, and with his 21st birthday approaching we need to start looking at suitable matches for him."

"Where do I come into this, my Lady?" A long moments silence passed between us, and I took her hand gently and encouraged her to tell me. "Please, my Lady, just tell me what you would like me to do."

Lady Jane coughed anxiously, before deciding that she could put it off no longer. "Mary-Ann, my husband and I would like you sleep with our son. We fear that when it comes around to courting, his youth and ignorance will discourage the young ladies and their families from joining with our own. You need only help us out until we are convinced that our son is confident enough to impress the right young women."

I had heard nothing after sleeping with Lord Henry. The thought made me shiver. How could anyone want to sleep with a rude, spoilt lay about? And what was worse was the fact that the family of the house thought he was inexperienced. There was a reason that I busied myself with the problems of the Lord and Lady of the house rather than with their spoilt son. Every maid that so much as stepped on his floor had at one point been sexually assaulted by him. I was probably the only woman (save his mother, of course) who had not been. How could they not know about his behaviour? 

"My Lady..." I stumbled, my brain whizzing around for options. I was a smart girl, I could find a way to not make this worse. "I am not sure that I can do that..."

"Mary-Ann, please think about this. We can make it very worth your while, and I know that you are good when it comes to dealing with men. Don't feel the need to deny it, we appreciate the fact that you have given in to some of our associates in the name of helping our family." A genuine flicker of compassion shone in her eyes.

I, however, shuddered at the revelation that Lady Jane knew I had slept with some of her husband's business partners. It hadn't been completely of my choice though - the Lord of the house had been quite adamant at the time, and I had assumed that he had not told his wife such dealings. Obviously not. It was clear that I would not get out of this without agreeing, based on my past 'willingness' to help.

After closing my eyes for a moment to breathe, I finally agreed. "It seems I have very little choice if you know about the previous favours I have done for you. What is the reward?"

"We can discuss the reward in due time, Mary-Ann. It is a great weight off my chest to hear that you will do it. For now, you are excused from your general duties and my husband and I would like you to focus your work on Lord Henry's floor," Lady Jane concluded, ending all debate on the subject. "We took the liberty of having a new uniform made for you. If you would."

She handed me a hanger of clothes, and I nearly burst out laughing. No way was this the normal attire for servants and cleaning women. I had been gifted many items: black lace thong (no bra, much to my dismay); a tight and seriously low cut French maid style dress, which when I held it up against myself barely covered my ass; a garter belt and fishnet tights along with a pair of very expensive heels. Lady Jane also handed me a box which contain earrings - one of her own diamond pairs. "This is down payment for your services to the family. Now, if you would like to change then you can go attend to his Lordship."

She left me alone in the room in awe. Knowing that I had no other option, I got changed into the ridiculous outfit before checking myself out in the mirror. I looked like a right common slut, with my thong on show even standing and my tits being squeezed right out of the costume. Who knew what would be seen when I got down on the ground to clean.

Shaking my head, I disappeared through a back stairway behind a bookshelf. In the servant tunnels, I walked into a few other maids (all far better covered than myself) and had to explain my predicament to all . None seemed to have a problem with it though, all commenting on how my new earrings made up for it all. I carried on up to Lord Henry's floor in shock. Were people really so easily bought?

I stood behind the door that led onto Lord Henry's floor in a panic. Was I really going to give in to their spoilt son so easily? It seemed I was. With no options, I pushed open the door and took a step out into the long corridor that connected every room on Lord Henry's floor. I wandered up behind one of the older women in the employment of the house and relieved her of her duties, telling her to head down to the kitchen. She took a look at, shook her head sadly, and then wandered off.

As delicately as I could, I got down onto my knees and began scrubbing the wall around the window. It had been a while since I had been a cleaning maid, and it was not a job I missed. Even so, I got on with the job, very aware that I was the only person on the floor. I feared that the Lord and Lady of the house had removed everyone else to let myself and their son have 'quality time' together.

The afternoon went by peacefully, and I soon got into the manual work. By the time I was interrupted, I had managed to wash all the windows and surrounding walls. I heard a cough behind me, and took a deep breath before turning around to face him. I stood up, knowing that I had flashed him my thong - to be fair, there was no way I could have avoided it in that costume - and looked down at his shoes as I spoke. "Good afternoon, Lord Henry. How may I help?"

"That is a great outfit. Is it new?" He tilted my head upwards with his fingers, so I had no choice but to look at him. "Give me a minute, I'll get there. Molly-Ann?"

"Mary-Ann," I corrected him. Trying hard to keep the spitefulness out of my voice, I answered, "And yes, your Lordship, it is a new outfit. A gift from the Lady of the house."

Lord Henry was twisting a loose piece of my hair around his finger, obviously not realising how roughly he was pulling on it. I tried hard to keep my face neutral against the sharp pain. I tried backing away subtly, but ended up against the wall with Lord Henry pressed against me. I could feel the bulge in his trousers straight away. "That was very kind of my mother. I must thank her for it."

"Can I help you, my Lord?" I trembled, after a minutes' silence. Lord Henry just stared at me, taking my face in, before his eyes drifted down to my breasts. He was leaning against the wall with one hand, and now his fingers on the other were tracing swirling patterns on the exposed flesh. "My Lord?"

"Hmmm?" He asked, not taking his eyes off my tits. I knew the dress was low cut, but when I looked down I realised you could basically see the top of my nipples - and much to my disgust, they were becoming erect at his touch. "Molly-Ann..."

"It's Mary-Ann..." I corrected him, knowing that he would take no notice anyway.

Lord Henry took another step towards me so our bodies were touching, and his cock (thank God still in his trousers) was resting comfortably under the short skirt of my dress against my lacy thong. "There is something you could do for me actually. Come to my room and I will show you."

He gave me no choice, taking my wrist tightly in his hand and dragging me down the hallway. I was effectively shoved into his surprisingly tidy bedroom - obviously he gave his maids enough time to clean up in between shags. Out of nowhere I was suddenly being pressed up against a wall again, and Lord Henry was planting hungry kisses down my neck. I felt him sucking on the skin on my collarbone and neck, and when he sunk his teeth in I let out a scream.

"Be quiet," he growled, sliding a hand around my back and squeezing my ass. He continued the rough treatment of my skin before moving to my mouth. Against my mouth, he said, "You will enjoy this, bitch. You dress like a slut so I will treat you like one. No-one will know about this, either."

Cutting himself off, Lord Henry began passionately kissing me. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and he frequently bit down on my lips hard enough to draw blood. When he finally pulled away, my face was bright red, hickeys were already forming on my neck and my mouth was bleeding. I opened my mouth to say something, and he just slapped me around the face. "Sluts do not talk unless instructed to. You will be punished for that."

Lord Henry threw me down to the floor with a loud bang. He kicked me in the side before grabbing the low collar of my dress to throw me over his desk. As I hit the desk I was attacked by the pins left over his desk, with many digging into my skin. I was pushed even further over the desk so my ass was in the air, and he quickly pulled my thong down. When the whip made contact with my ass cheeks I let out a scream of pain, which only encouraged another stroke.

"Shut up you bitch," he growled, letting the whip come down again on my ass. I could feel the knots hitting my back through the dress and knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. My ass stung like nothing I had ever felt before, but Lord Henry continued to slash the whip down upon it. Finally, after about 20 strokes - I had lost count by then - he pulled me by the hem of my dress up to a standing position.

He stood up against me and pinched my ass cheeks with his hands. I jumped, throwing my body closer towards his to avoid the pain, and he smiled a wicked grin. "I thought bitches like you enjoyed being punished. Is that true?"

I debated arguing, but feared another round of whipping so I nodded slowly. "Yes, my Lord, we do."

"So what do you have to say to me, whore?"

I swallowed away the tears that I knew were coming. I was going to get through this without shedding a tear if it was the last thing I did. "Thank you, my Lord, for punishing me."

Lord Henry's hand grasped my shoulder, his nails digging in to my back, and he pushed me down to the ground so I landed on my throbbing ass. I grimaced as I hit the ground but looked up at his Lordship obediently. "Thank me then, you little slut."

I quickly fiddled with trousers and pulled his cock out of his pants. He was already rock hard. Without question I took his dick in my mouth and sucked hard, trying to ignore the burning of my ass cheeks. Lord Henry thrusted hard into my mouth, each stroke reaching the back of my throat. His hand was tangled in my hair, and he was pulling on it roughly in an attempt to make me suck him faster.

His fast thrusting made it hard to do the normal tricks of pleasing a man through a blowjob, so I just sucked on his as hard as I could, trying not to gag. Suddenly Lord Henry pulled out of my mouth and wiped my saliva from his cock down my face and all over my chest before drying it completely in my tangled hair. He seemed to realise that he had pulled a large chunk of my hair out, but just shrugged and chucked it on the floor behind him.

By my hair, I was pulled up to a standing position before being thrown across the room to the bed. I slumped down against the bed frame, whacking my head on a thick wooden beam. I shook my head, trying to get my bearings. Before I could though, Lord Henry was in front of me, pulling on my corset. He ripped it open, my tits bouncing out in front of him.

Lord Henry took my nipples in his mouth, twisting them between his teeth and biting on the skin - once drawing blood. He then began sucking on them hard, and I was vaguely aware of him drinking the milk that was now seeping out but I was too dizzy from the bump on the head to care. Five minutes must have passed before I final managed to refocus my vision. I came about to find Lord Henry attaching pegs to my nipples.

He pulled on the pegs and it felt as if my whole tit was being ripped from my body. He grinned maliciously as he used them to drag me into a standing position. Turning to his desk, Lord Henry produced a dog collar from somewhere and before I knew it he was attaching it around my neck, connecting the pegs on my nipples to the collar so my tits were being stretched into very strange shapes. It hurt tremendously.

As if my degradation was not enough amusement for him, Lord Henry began slapping my tits and pulling on the pegs from all directions. Each action made me want to scream even more, until the pain building up inside of me was too much and I let out a might grunt of pain. I should've known better, but it had been too much. In response, Lord Henry thwacked me around the face so hard that I went flying into the nearby wall.

"You noisy whore," he growled. "Sluts don't make a sound unless their Lords tell them it is okay. I did not give you permission, so now you must be punished. Get up."

I did as told, and found myself thrown against the desk once more and being handcuffed to his chair on the opposite side of the table. I grimaced as he pulled my legs apart as far as they would go and he began putting deep scratch marks into my already burning ass cheeks with his nails. I screamed when the whip came down on my back, biting my lip to stop any further noise from escaping my mouth.

Lord Henry shoved something, I guessed the handle of the whip, into my ass and began thrusting it in and out of my hole. As he continued to violate my ass hole, a few of his fingers forced their way through my folds and he started rubbing my pussy roughly. A harsh laugh escaped his mouth. "You are so wet! I never knew we had such a whore in our household. I should have tried to find you long ago!"

With his nails he pinched my clit, causing my hips to buckle backwards against his rock hard erection. His other hand gripped my waist and held me against his cock, which he was now grinding against my burning and bleeding ass. A few moans escaped Lord Henry at which point he shoved his cock into my ass, jiggling around the whip's handle so both fit into my tight ass. I could not help it, I let out another cry of pain. I was almost grateful when the thrusting started, for it at least meant I had less in my ass for a few seconds.

Each thrust of his long cock bashed my tits against the sharp edge of the wooden desk, digging the clips further into my tender tits. Lord Henry's cock grew in my ass and he shot his cold load deep into me. His cool juices gave momentary relief for my burning skin, but he took my sigh to mean something pleasurable. He leant across my torn back, cock still in my ass, and growled in my ear, "Did you enjoy that slut? I bet you did you little whore. Beg for more from your master."

When I said nothing, he thrusted both his cock and the whip handle further (if that was possible) into my ass until I replied. The pain was too much, so I resorted to begging, "Please my Lord, please give your slut more."

As he withdrew from my ass, I visibly relaxed against the table, no longer caring about the slight discomfort that the clips brought to my tits. The few seconds of peace were ended when Lord Henry shoved his cock into my pussy. I was already lubricated thanks to my juices (my body was enjoying this far more than my brain) and Lord Henry fucked my pussy hard. There was nothing gentle about his movements, but it still turned me on. My pussy started to tighten around his cock as my orgasm began, but he pulled himself out, leaving me unfulfilled.

"Sluts don't get to cum!" He shouted loudly. Lord Henry appeared above my head, and uncuffed me only to recuff me to the chair, this time so my pussy was facing upwards and my back was resting across the table. He stormed back around and I saw him lift the whip once more. As it thrashed down on my clit my entire body bucked and I screamed again. This only succeeded in earning me more strokes from the harsh whip.

Finally when the ordeal was over I was left quivering, every nerve in my body scorching with pain. I wanted nothing more than to cry, but I bit my lip as hard as possible to stop the tears from flowing. Lord Henry suddenly stood above my head, his cock dangling right above my mouth. I understood from the look on his face what he wanted, so I began licking his cock from the awkward angle, muttering fake thanks for my punishment.

I was obviously too slow for him, as his hand slid around my neck and he shoved his cock into my mouth. He fucked my face hard, his hairy ass rubbing against my neck, making it almost impossible to breath. His balls slapped my chin as he fucked me from above. When Lord Henry eventually stood up, after shooting another load of cum into my mouth, I was left gagging and spluttering for air, spit, sick and cum dribbling from my mouth.

"Thank you my Lord for that," I groaned, still trying to regain my breath. I hoped my spite did not shine through, but then realised he wouldn't recognise it even if someone told him. I shouted the sentiment again when he pulled on my collar, the chains in turn pulling on my nipples.

Lord Henry uncuffed me from his chair, and I thought for a moment I was free to go. I took a step towards the door but his rough hands circled my arm and once again I was thrown against a hard stone wall. "My slut wants a fuck does she? If she begs then her master might be persuaded."

I wanted nothing more than for this to end, so I got on my knees and began begging for his cock. I didn't realise I was so horny until my fingers began teasing my swollen clit. It was painful but the pleasure I received outweighed that pain. Lord Henry grabbed me by the throat, threw me against the wall and within two strides was standing in front of me.

His cock was amazingly still hard, so I grabbed his ass in my hands and pulled his hips against mine. I ground my body against his cock, slut dropping so the juices on his dick left a trail across my whole front. Without permission I brought my wet pussy lips around his cock and pulled him into me. Lord Henry began wildly fucking my hole, my skin grating against the stone wall, but I didn't care. Every thrust hit my g-spot and this time I was actually begging for more. He continued fucking me until I came around him, my cum squirting down our legs. He soon came after me, his juices shooting up into my womb. I let out a sigh, enjoying for the first time the feeling of his cock within me, but Lord Henry pulled out and shoved me to the ground.

I licked all of my juices from his cock and surrounding area, taking time to play with his balls. My hands were around his ass as I sucked him off once more, and my thumb entered his ass hole. Once he was completely cleaned up, I stood in front of him waiting for my next order. None came.

Lord Henry looked at me, before wandering across the room to his shower. "I want you to be gone by the time I am out. Now go back to your duties, you little whore. And don't bother getting dressed. Mother won't expected you to be back for at least another day."


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