Writing for Gentlemen Pt. 03

Author's introduction: It is probably advisable to read Parts One and Two of this story before starting on this final chapter. What follows is a brief synopsis of what has already occurred. This is, of course, a work of total fiction.

Lady Olwen Simpson, a Hot Wife and dominatrix, has been informed by her cuckold, Lord Richard, that their bank has gone bust, and that they are likely to be penniless in a very short time. The Simpsons' domestic staff have volunteered to stay on without wages to help see Lord and Lady Simpson through their financial crisis. Stevens, the butler, and Constance, the chamber maid (both of whom play a big part in Lady Olwen's sex life) as well as Violet, the cook are all in on Lady Olwen's plans to make money. She has decided to write pornography. Bessie, the scullery maid has taken Lady Olwen to meet her sister, Sally Jackson, a cross dressing musical hall artist, with a view to asking her to use her photography skills to illustrate Lady Simpson's first book. Sally has enthusiastically agreed to the proposal. This final chapter begins immediately after the conclusion of chapter two.

As with all of my stories, all sex acts described are undertaken consensually, and between adults of at least eighteen years of age. Please consider leaving a comment and/or a rating via the star scoring system. All authors appreciate feedback.

The Hansom cab took Bessie and me back home, and we went in through the front door together. Bessie had started for the tradesman's entrance, round the back, but I called her back.

"I haven't finished with you yet, Bessie," I said, looking pointedly at the handbag that Bessie had brought with her for our visit to her sister. It contained a device that Sally had given us when we met her in her dressing room at the music hall. Bessie grinned and blushed a most attractive shade of pink.

Taking Bessie's arm, we went in together, and I escorted her into the drawing room. I made straight for the bell pull and tugged it.

"Get that belt and the false cock out of your bag, Bessie," I instructed her. "I have a notion to try it out before supper!"

Bessie did as she was told, and we were both examining the phallic shaped lump of wood and the leather harness, trying to work out how to assemble it, when there was a knock on the drawing room door.

"Come in Stevens," I called, but when the door opened, Constance, my chamber maid came in.

"You rang, my Lady?" she began, before she clapped eyes on what I had in my hands, and her eyes opened wide with shock, and she grinned from ear to ear.

"I rang for Stevens," I replied, handing the wooden cock to Bessie. "Why are you answering the butler's bell?"

"Stevens is still down at the grocer shop, my Lady," replied Constance. "I've seen to Benson the coal merchant. He's bringing a couple of tons of coal up this evening. If you recall, my Lady, you said I was to report to you on my return?"

"Ah, yes. I do remember that," I replied. "If Benson agreed to deliver some coal, that must mean that you were successful in your task. Did he beat you?"

"Yes my Lady. I went over the desk in his office and he used his belt on my arse," said Constance without a trace of embarrassment. "Then I pulled him off and he spurted quite handsomely. He promised a delivery before the end of the day."

"Let's continue this conversation in my boudoir," I said, getting to my feet. "Bessie, bring your sister's present with you. I promised to sooth Constance's arse when she returned. I am a woman of my word, so come on, the pair of you. We've just about got enough time for some play before dinner is served!"

Once we got to my bedroom, I made Bessie help Constance to undress. I began to take my own clothes off, and when Constance and I were both naked, I examined my chamber maid's arse. It still bore the red glow of a recent spanking, and already some dark bruises were beginning to emerge. As I ran my hands over Constance's arse cheeks, they were hot to the touch, and she whimpered quietly.

"Does that hurt?" I enquired solicitously.

"No, my lady. You know I can take quite a severe beating," Constance replied. "But you'll also know that when I'm beaten it leaves me very needy indeed. My cunt is dripping, and she needs some attention. I was hoping that Stevens would be back before me, or failing that, that cook would have returned to see to me. But they are both still down in town."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything," I replied firmly. "Bessie and I are going to see to you, aren't we, Bessie?"

"We are?" asked Bessie in surprise. "You mean you want me to join in your games, my lady?"

"I do indeed," I grinned, "and that means taking your clothes off this instant! Hurry up, girl! Constance, help me put this device on. I can see that the belt goes around my waist. Where do these other straps go, do you think?"

By the time Bessie had stripped, Constance and I had worked out how I was to wear Sally Jackson's device. It was strapped on around my waist and also the belt had two other straps that fastened around both of my thighs. A pouch sat neatly over my cunt, and the wooden cock fitted in there perfectly. I did a twirl for my two servants, and they both clapped excitedly.

"You look very nice with a cock, my lady," said Constance, eyeing my new appendage with a wicked glint in her eyes. I winked at her before turning my attention to Bessie, who stood looking rather uncomfortable in her nudity.

"Come here, Bessie," I instructed. "You need seeing to as well, my girl. You're not going to be much use to Constance and me with a floppy cock. Let's see what I can do about that."

I got on my knees and took Bessie's soft cock in one hand. With my other hand I began to massage her balls. I peeled back her foreskin, exposing her rose pink mushroom head. Bessie moaned as I used my tongue on her cock.

"Oh my lady, that feels wonderful!" she sighed, as her cock began to swell and thicken in my hand.

"Constance, get on the bed and finger yourself," I instructed. "Bessie and I will be with you in a moment."

Constance did as she was told, and I took Bessie's cock deep into my throat and began to suck. She was fully hard now, and in a few moments, I could detect the taste of pre cum in my mouth. I released her with an audible plop.

I whispered my plan to Bessie, who grinned in delight.

"If you say so, my lady," she replied. "I've never done anything like that before."

"I do say so," I replied, "and there's a first time for everything. Don't worry. Constance is quite used to such things, although I very much doubt if she's ever had a scullery maid's cock in her arse before."

Constance, who was slowly fingering herself on my bed shook her head.

"You're correct, my lady," she confirmed, blushing a delightful shade of pink. "I've had Stevens up there sometimes when I'm on my monthly. But both he and I prefer it when his cock is in my cunt."

"I'll be pleasuring that orifice with my new cock," I smiled, "and meanwhile, you and I are going to welcome Bessie into our household games. Stevens can have her when he gets home, and Bessie can sit on Lord Simpson's face when Stevens has finished with her. He loves a nice fresh cream pie, and Bessie must get used to using my cuckold to get cleaned up after she's been fucked."

I led Bessie to my bed, and we both made ourselves comfortable. I pulled Constance's lovely arse cheeks apart and nodded to Bessie.

"Hold your cock steady and push it into her arse hole," I told her, and after a few false starts, Bessie managed to penetrate Constance. Both women giggled with pleasure.

"That feels so nice, Bessie," Constance said in a voice thick with emotion. "Anybody would think you'd been buggering girls for ages!"

"It does feel nice," Bessie replied shyly. "Your bum hole is really tight, Constance, and your cheeks are lovely and warm!"

"Hold on tight, Bessie," I said. "I'm going to fuck Constance now. You'll have to bear both of our weights. I hope you won't be too squashed!"

"Don't you worry about me, your ladyship," replied Bessie bravely. "I'm enjoying having my cock in Constance's bum too much to fret about being squashed!"

I slid my wooden cock easily into Constance's well lubricated cunt, and she let out a groan of pleasure.

"Oh my word! It feels wonderful, my lady! I love it when we rub our cunts together, but this is even better! You're fucking me with your cock, my lady! And it feels delicious!"

"Yes, it does," squeaked Bessie breathlessly. "I can feel your cock inside Constance, my lady! My cock and your cock must be very close together inside Constance!"

"Enough chatter!" I said sternly. "Let's just both fuck Constance and make her squirt!"

And a few minutes later, that's exactly what happened. Constance's orgasm was swiftly followed by my own, and lastly Bessie totally lost her cherry as she shot her bolt deep into Constance's arse.

We disengaged, and lay side by side on my bed, gasping for breath.

"That was amazing!" Constance said dreamily. "I never thought I'd ever have two cocks in me at the same time!"

"Get used to it," I told her. "It may have been the first time, but it certainly won't be the last! And when Stevens returns, we'll try three cocks. Stevens and Bessie can alternate between your arse and your mouth!"

"That sounds wonderful," Constance said, grinning at Bessie. "You've cum up my arse, Bessie. I would love you to cum in my mouth too. What do you think of her ladyship's suggestion?"

"I think it sounds lovely," replied Bessie. "May I ask a question, my lady?"

"Of course, Bessie," I replied, reaching out my hand and rubbing one of my scullery maid's tiny tits. "You're in the fold now. You're a full time member of my household. So ask away."

"Would you ever consider putting your cock up my bum, my lady?" Bessie asked shyly. "I've never been fucked, and Constance seemed to enjoy it so much. I just wondered what it feels like to be buggered up the bum!"

"There's no time like the present, Bessie my girl," I said with a wink. "Get on all fours, my dear. Constance, don't just lie there with that 'just fucked' smirk on your face! Get underneath Bessie and suck her cock. Hold tight, Bessie! Here I come!"

In no time at all, I'd slid Sally's wooden cock right up Bessie's arse. She yelped as it went in, but soon she was moaning with pleasure. I suspected that her moans were not all down to my efforts. Constance has excellent oral skills, whether it be sucking Stevens' cock after he's fucked me, or pleasuring me with her tongue and mouth. As I buggered Bessie, Constance was eagerly sucking her cock.

Bessie began to tremble all over, and I knew she was approaching her climax. I began fucking her harder and faster and as she yelled out the fact that she was cumming, I told Constance not to swallow.

As I pulled out of her, my wooden cock glistened with her arse juice. I helped Bessie onto her back and saw Constance looking like a hamster with cheek pouches full of nuts.

"Good girl," I praised my chamber maid. "Now come here and give me a lovely cum flavoured kiss."

Constance did as she was told, and I tasted Bessie's cum for the first time. We snowballed back and forth until all of her cum had been shared between us. I got up from my bed and addressed my two servants directly.

"Thank you both," I began, starting to unbuckle the false cock that Sally had lent me. "I know this was the first time for you, Bessie. But it certainly won't be the last. Constance, inform Stevens and cook that Bessie is now a fully fledged member of the household. She's to be instructed in the domestic dress code, and from now on, you will both attend to my needs as appropriate."

"Yes, my lady," replied Constance, winking wickedly at Bessie. "Will her duties include fucking cook and me, your ladyship?"

I considered Constance's request.

"Ye... eee... sss," I said slowly, my mind working out all the permutations. "But only if you and cook don't exhaust poor Bessie. I'll have Stevens' cock as my main source of pleasure, but I'll want Bessie to fuck me as well. Variety is the spice of life!"

All the time I was speaking, we were getting dressed again. Bessie was about to pull on her knee length bloomers when Constance snatched them out of her hands.

"You won't be needing these any more," she grinned. "The first rule of Lady Simpson's domestic dress code is 'no bloomers'. Neither cook nor I have worn anything for years. Our cunts must always be available to her Ladyship."

Bessie blushed.

"If I go about without bloomers, how am I going to stop myself getting hard?" she asked innocently.

"You're not," I grinned, "and knowing Constance's tastes, that'll suit her perfectly. I think you'll look wonderful doing your domestic duties with a nice bulge showing under your shift."

All three of us giggled like naughty school girls, and I dismissed Constance and Bessie, and went in search of my pipe and tobacco. Sex always leaves me needing the calming influence of a post-coital smoke.

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To me it seemed like an age before Saturday arrived. But arrive it did, and at some point in the afternoon, Sally's photographic equipment was delivered on the back of a cart. Stevens informed me of its arrival, and I supervised his bringing it into the house.

"Put everything in the library," I told him. "If Sally is going to take some photographs of us to illustrate my book, the library seems particularly appropriate, don't you think?"

"Indeed it does, my lady," replied Stevens with a grin. He knew as well as I did that it would be his cock that would be photographed fucking me when Sally took her photographs. I recalled the prose that I had written for my first erotic novel, and I realised that I would need several images of me being fucked.

There was an opening passage where I described seducing my lover by sucking his cock. Photograph number one. Later on, he put his cock in me and fucked me with my legs wrapped around his waist. Photograph number two. And before I described him cumming in my cunt, I persuaded him to fuck me up the arse. That would be photograph number three.

I remember as if it were yesterday the feeling I had as I thought about what I was going to do. My clit tingled all afternoon, and I had a delicious wet cunt as well.

Normally, I would have summoned Constance to go down on me, or Stevens to fuck me, but that afternoon I was determined to keep myself on the edge for the coming performance on the morrow.

I sat in the drawing room and smoked a bowl of my favourite aromatic tobacco. Stevens, Constance, Bessie and Violet the cook were all present to receive their instructions.

"Saly is going to photograph Stevens and me tomorrow," I began. "As you all know, I've written an erotic story, and I need some illustrations for the book. You ladies, and you, Bessie won't be required for this particular photographic session, but it is my intention to write further dirty stories. If you don't want to feature in my tales, I perfectly understand. But my next story is going to be about a submissive lesbian and her strict Mistress Owner. I'll need pictures of tits, cunts and a red arse or two. What do you think?"

"Please can I be the submissive, my lady?" begged Constance, and cook raised her hand too.

"I suppose you will be Constance's Mistress, my lady," she began, "but maybe we could arrange a scenario whereby you are spanking your slut whilst she eats my cunt? I mean, it's not as if you haven't been down there before, is it Constance?"

Constance blushed, and we all laughed.

"It's a deal," I agreed. "And don't worry, Bessie. I've already thought about another story. It concerns a lady boy, who is allowed to fuck her Master up the arse and then have her cock cleaned by him before she sits on his face and gets cleaned up. Will you be my model for that story?"

"Oh, your ladyship!" muttered Bessie, looking extremely excited. "Of course I will! And the fact that Stevens is my Uncle Tommy will make your story even dirtier! It will have incest in it!"

I looked at Bessie in amazement.

"What are you talking about, you silly girl?" I asked her in amazement. "I don't want you fucking Stevens, although I'm willing to bet he'd love to fuck you! No, Bessie, what I have in mind is that you are photographed fucking Lord Simpson and then sitting on his face."

Bessie squealed in delight.

"Oh my lady!" she gasped eventually, "is that right and proper? I mean, his Lordship is my employer and a member of the House of Lords!"

"He's also a cuckold, a cock sucker and a clean up slut," I replied dryly. "He does as he's told in this house, and as I have already made plain, Bessie, you are now a fully fledged member of this household."

"Lord Simpson cleans me up after Stevens has fucked me, he fluffs your uncle's cock to get him nice and hard for me, and both Constance and I cane him regularly. I know for a fact that he particularly enjoys it when cook sits on his face and uses him as her toilet, so let's not have any more of this 'I'm not worthy' nonsense. You'll fuck my cuckold and be cleaned up by him when you've finished. Is that clear?"

"Yes, your ladyship," replied Bessie contritely, looking round at her fellow servants. They all smiled at her and nodded their approval of my scenario.

"Well I think that's all," I said, reaching for my pipe. "Miss Sally Jackson will be here for a late supper when her music hall performance is over. She will be staying the night, and we will get started early tomorrow morning. Stevens, you will not be required this evening. I want your balls full of cum for my photographs tomorrow. To that end, you may take Constance or cook, or Bessie if you choose, to your bed tonight."

All three women of my domestic staff grinned and looked expectantly at Stevens.

"You are not to fuck any of them," I continued sternly. "You can eat their cunts, or in Bessie's case, suck her cock. But I forbid you to cum tonight! When the time comes, I want to be photographed with your cum leaking out of me. That should boost the sales of my book! Thank you, everyone. Off you go. I need to speak to his Lordship. He too will have a part to play tomorrow, and he needs to be instructed in his role as a cuckold!"

Stevens held the door open, and Constance, cook and Bessie trooped out. He turned to me, gave his usual bow of acknowledgement, and went out, closing the door quietly behind him.

I took a spill from the container on the mantlepiece in the drawing room and dipped it into the bowl of my pipe. Puffing gently, I got my tobacco alight again, and when I was satisfied that it was burning evenly, I tamped the mixture down, clamped the stem into the corner of my mouth, and went in search of my cuckold.

I found him in the study, his trousers and his pantaloons down at his ankles. He was looking at a rather bedraggled magazine and rubbing his cock slowly. So engulfed was he in his reading matter that he did not appear to hear my approach. I watched him for a few more moments, his hand increased its pace and his face was getting redder and redder by the second. I removed my pipe from my mouth.

"Richard!" I barked, "what on earth do you think you're doing?"

He dropped the magazine and stopped his rubbing.

"Oh, hello my dear," he said with a guilty grin, "I thought you were with Stevens. Or was it Constance this time? I know they are both back from town, and both our food and our fuel situation has been resolved for the present, thanks to their efforts."

"It's not their efforts that concern me at the moment," I snapped, moving over to his desk and picking up the magazine that he had dropped. I looked at it.

"The Gentleman's Relish," I read out loud, looking at the title of the publication. "What on earth is this?"

Richard blushed.

"Um... I... er... I borrowed it from Stevens," he stammered. "I wanted to see how it compared to your forthcoming work, my dear."

I opened the magazine. It was printed on cheap, yellowish paper, and I began to read.

This 'story', if I can glorify the rubbish I was reading with such a title, was both badly written and poorly typeset. In the first three paragraphs I counted seven spelling errors and at least four grammatical mistakes. I threw the magazine onto Richard's desk, and looked at him coldly.

"Does Stevens lend you this rubbish often?" I demanded, and Richard shook his head miserably.

"No, my dear," he replied. "This is the first time, I promise you. I never even knew he had such publications until he let it slip the other day when we were telling the staff about our financial embarrassments. I've never looked at publications like that one before, I promise you."

"Get over the desk and present yourself," I said. "This behaviour is unacceptable. You are going to be punished."

As usual, when I make a statement like that, there is no argument. Richard stood up and draped himself across his desk. He spread his arms out and gripped the sides of the desk in readiness for what was about to come.

"Don't move," I instructed him. "I'll be back shortly with the cane."

I deliberately left the study door open, so that any of the servants who were passing would see Richard in this humiliating position. On my way to collect my cane, an idea popped into my head, and I made a quick diversion to my boudoir, where I picked up Sally's cock shaped piece of wood. I was going to put this up Richard's arse and then cane him.

On my return to the study, my hands were full. I had my thin, whippy cane and Sally's false cock. I couldn't be bothered to wear the strapping and to actually fuck him, because if I did, I wouldn't be in a position to cane him. That was a pleasure to be stored up for sometime in the future.

Placing the cane down on the desk where Richard could see it, I addressed him once more.

"Spread your legs," I instructed, and pull your arse cheeks apart."

"But I thought you were going to cane me," Richard replied. "If I do that, you'll hit my hands, not my backside!"

"Just do as you're told!" I snapped. "You'll get the caning your poor behaviour has merited when I'm good and ready!"

It was a sign of just how submissive and obedient Richard is, that there was no more discussion. He reached round behind himself, gripped a buttock in each hand and pulled them apart. His star shaped pucker was clearly visible, and I placed the rounded head of Sally's cock up against it.

"What are you doing, Olwen?" Richard asked nervously. "That doesn't feel like a cane. It's more... OW! AARGH! What the devil have you put up my bottom?"

"Shut up and stop making a fuss," I rebuked my cuckold. "You've been buggered before. It's something Sally Jackson lent me. She uses it to fuck her lesbian lovers. It's been in Constance's cunt and up Bessie's arse already today, so you're in good company. Now clench your bum and get ready for a good caning. If it slips out of you before I've finished your punishment, you can look out! Your behaviour disgusts me! Now do as I say. Clench hard!"

I picked up my cane and set to. As you will already have realised, dear reader, Richard is caned regularly, so I am an accomplished handler of the cane. I was soon into a good, steady rhythm, and Richard's arse began to glow, accompanied by a series of angry, red parallel stripes across his pale, tightly clenched rear.

At supper that evening, Sally Jackson and I were seated at the dining room table, and Richard stood where his place had been set. Both Stevens and Constance were on hand to serve us our supper.

"Do you make Lord Simpson stand for all his meals?" Sally asked with a smirk.

"Tell Miss Jackson why you have chosen to eat standing up, Richard," I said with a sly grin.

My cuckold blushed a deep shade of red.

"Um... my wife caned me earlier on," Richard began, "and my bottom is rather sore at the moment. I would prefer not to sit down for supper."

Sally looked at me and I nodded, encouragingly.

"Oh come, Lord Simpson, I hardly think it proper for me to be sitting whilst a member of the House of Lords stands to eat his supper. I feel as if I should get to my feet too."

"Don't be silly, my dear," I said, reaching across the table to take Sally's hand. "You're a guest here. Richard sit down. Stevens, bring Lord Simpson a chair."

Stevens did as he was told, holding a chair for Richard, who sat rather gingerly on it. He winced as his arse touched the seat of the chair.

Sally and I chuckled at his discomfort, and both Stevens and Constance had broad grins on their faces too.

"You should be thankful that I allowed you to remove Miss Jackson's wooden cock from your arse," I said loudly, and Sally's mouth opened wide in astonishment.

"You mean you actually...?" she began, and I nodded.

"He had your cock up his arse whilst I caned him," I confirmed. "I caught him looking at some filthy magazine that he'd got from Stevens, and he was playing with himself at the same time. I don't allow that sort of behaviour from my cuckold."

Such revelations made in front of the staff and my supper guest were really humiliating for Richard, but I knew how much he enjoyed such treatment. As I've stated elsewhere, I love my cuckold dearly, and I go out of my way to humiliate him in front of the staff and a select number of close friends in order to excite him. I had no doubt that his cock would be hard now, given the public dressing down he had just been given. I decided to allow him to fuck me in the near future. Probably after tomorrow's photography session, I thought to myself. He'll have taken part, if only in a passive way. I intended to have him photographed watching Stevens fuck me. That would fit in beautifully with my story line.

When supper was over, Sally and I took our port into the drawing room. She put one of her cigars into a stubby holder and lit up. I soon had my pipe going and we sat and smoked and sipped our port in a comfortable, companionable silence.

"Constance is a damn fine looking girl," Sally said eventually, through a mouthful of creamy cigar smoke. "Is she one of us, or does she prefer a gentleman's equipment?"

I smiled and took my pipe out of my mouth.

"She's like me," I informed my guest, "she bats for both teams. Your uncle Tommy fucks Constance and me regularly. If Richard isn't around, Constance cleans me up after I've been fucked. She also likes a good hard spanking before she goes down on me to worship my cunt."

Sally's eyes widened in amazement, whether from what I had just told her, or from my description of my most intimate body part, I couldn't tell. But I noticed that her hand was trembling as she put her cigar holder back between her lips and took a deep drag.

"I thought I was a kinky bitch," she said eventually, "but this household is something else! Does everyone indulge in your fantasies, Lady Olwen?"

I nodded my head slowly, grinning.

"Not only do they indulge," I confirmed, "but they do so willingly and with my approval. I've already told you about Stevens, sorry, your uncle Tommy, and Constance. Well, since Bessie and I came to visit you, she's been brought into the fold. I used your wooden cock to fuck her and Constance sucked her cock at the same time. I'm planning to let Bessie fuck my cuckold in the near future too!"

Sally nearly choked on a mouthful of smoke, and I got up and banged her a couple of times on the back. She stopped coughing and looked up at me.

"Fucking hell!" she said softly. "If I wasn't tied to my music hall commitments, I'd be a frequent visitor to this house. It seems to be a haven of filth and kink!"

I topped up her glass from the decanter of port that Stevens had left in the drawing room, and I sat back down.

"You'll always be welcome here my dear," I told her. "Call on me whenever you're free. I enjoyed that kiss you gave me in your dressing room. I was hoping that we might do a bit more together than just kissing this weekend? I don't know about you, but it's getting late and I'm ready for my bed. We have a busy day tomorrow!"

Sally got to her feet at the same time as I stood up. We were very close together. She leaned over and gave me a peck on the mouth.

"Thank you for my supper and for taking me into your confidence," she said softly. "I'm ready for bed too, but I'm not tired. I brought another wooden cock and a harness with me in the hope that I might be allowed to get to know you a lot more intimately. Shall we retire and I'll strap on and give you the fucking that you look like you need?"

"Splendid idea, my dear," I replied, wrapping my arm around her slim waist. "I don't know about you, but my cunt is distinctly wet. It would be a shame to ignore that!"

Sally chuckled.

"I want to taste you before I fuck you," she said as we went up the stairs. "Let's start off with a sixty nine, shall we?"

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The big day dawned, and I made my way gingerly down to breakfast. Sally had been as good as her word, and after she'd finished eating my cunt, she had strapped on her wooden cock and fucked me. Several times.

As I walked slowly downstairs and made my way to the dining room, my bruised and swollen cunt lips rubbed against one another. It wasn't painful, but it was distinctly uncomfortable. I thought about the photography session that I was about to take part in later on, and my clit twitched. I was going to be photographed being fucked by Stevens, and I wondered how my sore cunt would react.

I sat down at the dining table and rang the hand bell for my breakfast. Constance appeared carrying a freshly brewed pot of tea.

"Good morning, my lady," she smiled. "Did you sleep well? What would you like for breakfast?"

"Where's Stevens?" I asked. "He normally serves me my breakfast."

"Miss Jackson was here earlier, your ladyship," replied Constance. "She's taken Stevens off to prepare him for your photographic session. She said something about making him look different. Would your ladyship like me to pour your tea?"

"No thank you, Constance," I replied, picking up the teapot. "Just bring me a bowl of porridge and some toast and marmalade, please. Then I'll want you between my legs. Miss Jackson gave me a severe seeing to last night. My poor cunt needs your soothing tongue if I'm to be photographed later on being fucked by Stevens."

When Richard came down for breakfast, Constance was hard at work licking my cunt. I'd finished my porridge and was attempting to eat a slice of toast and marmalade, but Constance's tongue was distracting me, and I found chewing difficult, because I was breathing so heavily.

"Good morning, my dear. Did you sleep well?" enquired Richard. As he sat down at the breakfast table and reached for the hand bell, he noticed Constance on her knees between my legs.

"Oh, good morning, Constance," he said. "I was just about to ring for you. I'll have my breakfast now. I'll take a full English breakfast this morning. I seem to recall that we are all too be photographed for Lady Simpson's forthcoming novel. Goodness knows how long that is going to take! I'll need proper sustenance before we start."

I put my hand on the back of Constances's head as she attempted to get to her feet.

"Stay where you are and carry on with your worship," I told her. I looked at Richard.

"There's some porridge in the tureen on the sideboard," I told him. "Constance is much too busy to serve you breakfast. If porridge isn't enough for you, there's also a couple of slices of toast still in the toast rack, and the tea in the pot shouldn't be too stewed. Hurry up! I don't want you still eating your breakfast when Miss Jackson is ready for us."

Richard got to his feet and started ladling porridge into his bowl. It pleased me that he didn't object to my dressing him down in front of Constance, and I smiled at him kindly.

"Don't worry, Richard," I told him, "you might not have time for your full English, but I can promise you plenty of sustenance today! You're going to be very busy sucking cock and eating cunt. If you're a good boy, I might even let you suck Bessie's cock. She won't be involved in today's session, but you need to learn what she tastes like. She's going to be photographed buggering you for one of my new books one of these days. Miss Jackson has promised to return to photograph us all again when I've written more stories."

Richard grinned happily as the door to the dining room opened, and Sally Jackson sauntered in, leading Stevens by the hand.

"Did I hear my name being mentioned?" she asked with a big smile.

"Good morning, Sally," I greeted her. "Thank you so much for last night. As you can see, Constance is soothing my cunt after you gave it such a thorough seeing to. Are you ready for us, my dear, or would you like to break your fast first?"

"My breakfast usually consists of tea and a cigar," Sally replied, sitting down and looking pointedly at Stevens. I followed her gaze. She had styled his hair differently and used some sort of make up on his face. He now sported what I believe is called a five o'clock shadow, and he looked very different to the elegant butler that I knew.

"Well you're obviously ready, Stevens," I smiled. "I hope your cock is in good working order this morning? Miss Jackson is going to photograph us fucking when she's had her breakfast. Go and ask cook to make a fresh pot of tea, please and send Bessie up. I promised her and cook that they could watch proceedings in the library."

Stevens went out and Sally produced her cigar case and fitted a cigar into her holder. She looked around for some matches.

"Go and get Miss Jackson a box of matches, Richard," I told my cuckold, and he scurried off to do as he was told.

With hands shaking with excitement, Richard lit Sally's cigar for her. She blew her first mouthful of smoke at him and smiled her thanks.

"He's very obedient, isn't he?" she observed. "If I ever wanted a male play thing, I think I'd want one like him."

I smiled politely, and silently wished that we could get on with things. Stevens returned with a tray containing a fresh pot of tea and placed it in front of Sally on the dining room table. Violet, the cook and Bessie the scullery maid came into the dining room after him, and stood respectfully by the sideboard.

"Would you like milk and sugar, Miss Jackson?" Stevens enquired, pouring a cup for my guest.

"Just milk, please, Uncle Tommy," replied Sally. "I'm sweet enough without sugar, and I have to be careful of my figure."

She sipped her tea, then looked across at me.

"If we don't start soon, I'll be too wet to do anything," she smiled. "I think your maid has been down on you for long enough now. May I bring my tea into the library? It's high time we got things moving along, don't you agree?"

About half an hour later, we were ready to begin. Sally directed things efficiently after I'd recited the basic plot of my story to her. She took a photograph of Stevens and me kissing and cuddling, with Richard sitting in the background, looking on. She assured Richard that he would be visible, but out of focus, and so unrecognisable in the photograph.

Then I was photographed in close up with Stevens' cock in my mouth, and still later on, there was a very artistic shot of Stevens fucking me doggy style. Sally actually got down on the floor and took her photograph so that all that could be seen was Stevens' cock filling and spreading my cunt.

I had never had so large an audience whilst being fucked, and it turned me on immensely. By the time Stevens filled me up with his cum, I had already had three orgasms, and when I felt him blow his load deep inside me, it drove me over the edge again, and I howled with pleasure as he got me off for the fourth time.

Sally instructed him to pull out of me slowly, and she captured his still hard cock coated with my cunt cream, and with a final bead of cum oozing out of him.

She lit a fresh cigar and clicked her fingers at Richard.

"Clean up time, Lord Cuckold," she snapped, pointing at Stevens' cock. "Don't worry. All I'll photograph is your mouth and Uncle Tommy's cock. On your knees now, and stick your tongue out. That's good. Now just get the tip of your tongue a bit closer and lick that bead of cum. Perfect!"

I'd got off my knees by this time and I sat in one of the library armchairs and spread my legs. I knew Sally would want a picture of my freshly fucked cunt and also one of Richard cleaning me up. But she hadn't finished with my cuckold yet.

"Now Uncle Tommy, slide your cock into Lord Simpson's mouth," she instucted, and when his balls were slapping against Richard's chin, she took another photograph.

Then it was my turn. I had begun to leak by now, and cum was oozing out of my cunt. Sally captured the image and then placed Richard between my thighs.

"I think you've probably cleaned her Ladyship up often enough in the past to know what to do now," she smiled. Richard dipped his head and licked my cum coated cunt lips. I shivered with pleasure and let out a low moan as I felt his tongue penetrate me. He began his familiar duty of cleaning me up and Sally took several pictures.

When the first session was over, Sally sat down opposite me.

"Now then," she said, "I understand that you are going to write more pornography? We've enough pictures to illustrate your first book. This time, we'll do the process in reverse. Instead of me taking photographs to compliment your words, what if we do the photography bit first, and you write the story to go with the pictures I take?"

"Splendid!" I smiled, "but first some refreshments. Constance, go and get my pipe and tobacco from my boudoir, and cook, can we have a pot of coffee and a few cup cakes please? All this fucking has given me an appetite!"

Whilst we waited for our refreshment, Sally explained what she would need to develop her photographs.

"I have all the necessary chemicals and the trays to put the photographs into," she began, "but I'll need a dark room. Don't worry," she went on, seeing my look of incomprehension, "I will replace the electric light with a special lamp that I have. It burns with a red light, which won't interfere with the developing process."

In the end, Stevens cleared out the butler's pantry, and Sally went to work in that small room. When she emerged a couple of hours later, she brought with her some of the clearest, dirtiest photographs I had ever seen in my life.

"Oh Sally!" I squealed as I looked at them, "they're perfect! So clear, and yet everybody who has been photographed can't be recognised. You're a marvel!"

I kissed her warmly, and her eyes were shining when we both eventually came up for air.

"That lot are just the start," she said, breathing heavily. "Come on! I think your next novel should be about two dominant lesbians and their submissive male slave. Oh, and I'm sure that you can work in a kinky chamber maid and a scullery girl with tiny tits and a stiff cock into the storyline!"

************************************** THREE MONTHS LATER *************************************

"Darling, this has to be the best birthday party I've ever been invited to," cooed my friend and fellow Hot Wife, Lady Georgina Morrison. "Where did you find all these very exotic ladies? Look at those two over there! Both of them wearing wooden cocks, and your maid Constance and Bessie seem to be enjoying each other's mouths whilst they're being fucked!"

"It's all down to Sally Jackson," I replied, puffing quietly on my pipe. "She's an absolute treasure. She did the illustrations for my first novel, and she's already photographed me and most of my staff for my second book. I sent the manuscript to the publisher only last week. It should be out and ready for distribution by the end of the month!"

Lady Georgina took a huge drag on the cigar she was smoking and inspected the glowing tip.

"Ashtray!" she barked, and her emasculated, sissy cuckold emerged from between her legs and opened his mouth. She tapped her ash into the gaping orifice and muttered, "Get back down there! I haven't cum yet. You're a fucking useless cunt eater! Lord Simpson has already brought his Lady to orgasm. Get that useless tongue of yours back on my clit, and if I don't cum soon, you're going to get the finest thrashing you've had since... well since this morning, I suppose."

Lord Gilbert Morrison blushed and dipped his head between his wife's thighs once more.

"Tell me my dear," resumed Georgina, "do you have any plans for any other dirty novels? I only ask because if you were to write a story about a bi-sexual titled lady with a castrated transvestite cuckold of a husband, you might be in need of a couple of photographic models. I would be honoured to bring Gilbert along to illustrate your words. All in the cause of literature, of course!"

We both giggled like naughty school girls. I winked at my best friend.

"What a splendid idea, darling," I said approvingly. "I'll look in my diary for a suitable window of opportunity. In the meantime, would you like to go upstairs and get more comfortable? Sally Jackson has brought a couple of dozen wooden cocks to this party. I'm sure we can find one that will fill your cunt perfectly."

THE END