Servants Misbehaving

Servants Misbehaving

by Amelia Wren

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While the cat's away, the mice will play!

When Lord and Lady Hargave leave their London house for a fortnight, rebellious footman John convinces innocent young Grace the maid to join him in their employers' private rooms--the ones they're forbidden to enter.

Wearing her ladyship's posh lingerie, drinking expensive spirits and eating imported foods, Grace gets swept up in the merriment and before she knows it, she's handing over her virginity to the handsome footman!


"May I?" asked John, placing both hands on the back clasp on the brassiere.

"You may do whatever you like, John," I said.

He flashed me a bright smile, and with a flick of the wrist, he had unclasped the brassiere and tossed it on the carpet. He groaned and lunged for my naked bosoms, taking one in his mouth and softly stroking the raised pink nub of the other one.

What a curious sensation it was to have a grown man suckling on my bosoms like a calf suckles on a cow! It seemed so terribly bizarre, but oh! It felt so good.

As if guided by some dark, primitive force, I suddenly wanted very badly to touch him with my lady parts. Despite the fact that I was sitting on John's lap with my naked bosoms exposed, my legs were off to the side and my knees were together. I adjusted myself so that I was sitting astride John's lap. He pulled away from my bosom for a moment to give me a wicked smile, and then he went back to suckling my bosom, running his tongue ever so gently around the hard pink nub. I cried out in pleasure and started rocking gently back and forth, rubbing my lady parts against him.
John moaned, which spurred me on to rub harder, to rub faster. Beneath my lady parts, I felt his flesh begin to stiffen as if it was coming to life. Undeterred, I rubbed harder still, faster still.

And then, all at once, John grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over so that I was on the sofa, on my back.

"You're a naughty girl, aren't you?" he grinned, lifting both my legs straight up into the air.

"Am I?" I giggled.

"Clearly." He laughed along with me, and I felt deliciously wicked.

John reached down to lift my hips up, grabbed a hold of her ladyship's step-in drawers and pulled them straight off me in one smooth move. I squealed in delight. And then there I was: lying on Lord and Lady Hargrave's silk brocade sofa without a stitch on, my lady parts clearly visible to John's hungry eyes.

Product Details

BN ID: 2940150909281
Publisher: Amelia Wren
Publication date: 07/07/2015
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 679,191
File size: 18 KB

About the Author

Amelia Wren has been writing stories since she was a small child. Her writing obsession translated into a career as a journalist, and then as a novelist. Victorian erotica is her latest passion, and she loves the research process almost as much as she loves writing the stories. "Dash My Wig" is her favorite Victorian slang phrase.

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