A Day in Service

Priscilla awoke as usual as the first rays from the sun streamed through her east-facing bedroom window. She never closed her curtains. Being on the fourth floor, she was the first person in the mansion to see the dawn, and she enjoyed the moments alone that that afforded her to reflect, to plan, to dream. Especially on a summer day like this, the early dawn meant she had plenty of time to let her mind roam before she began her duties as lady's maid to Mistress.

She thought about the previous evening. As she recalled the weekly Wednesday soiree of the resident staff, she guided her hands over her breasts and belly to her crotch. She felt the crusty residue of the night's festivities in her closely cropped pubic thatch and inner thighs. She smiled in recollection, as she always did.

Wednesdays were the one night of the week when Mister and Mistress never entertained, which meant the staff had the evening free after dinner. They would gather in Priscilla's room, the seven of them, not because she was older or more senior or higher on the pecking order, but because she had a gravitational pull that made people want to be wherever she was.

Because her duties ended those Wednesdays once she had helped Mistress dress for the evening, she also was always the first to be ready for the gathering. So as the others cleared their slates, she waited for them freshly washed, resting against the headboard of her bed, clad only in the skimpy white lace panties that Victor, the gardener, had given her for her birthday and both the men and women loved seeing on her.

Prissy, as almost everyone called her, liked her body. She had a girl-next-door face, a tomboy demeanor that drew gazes of appreciation. She didn't have the biggest breasts among the female staff. In fact, of the three live-in maids, hers were the smallest. But they were high and firm with just enough teardrop shape to indicate a bit of heft. Men also seemed to revel in her large, brown nipples. She and the maids often signed notes to each other with names related to their bra cup sizes, if they ever donned such contraptions: Little Bea (Prissy), Middle Cee (Juliette) and Big Dee (Maria).

Prissy was small all over. Just five feet, two inches tall, she was what people call a wisp of a girl, a twenty-inch waist, narrow, somewhat flat but firm hips, skinny legs that could carry her for miles on a walk or run in the country. She and Maria groomed each other's crotches, keeping the curlies short and sharply edged on top and smoothly shaved down below, where all the action was. They wanted to communicate that while they were in domestic service, they were feral at heart. Yet they didn't see any reason for the men and women they loved to come up from going down on them with pubes between their teeth.

Juliette opted to go totally bald. She said that if the look made men feel as though they were fucking a ten-year-old girl, so be it.

Marcus, the driver, was the first to arrive in her room that Wednesday. Because Mister and Mistress had no plans to travel, he was free as soon as he got the cars ready for the following day. He wore only gym shorts that accentuated not only his round, firm ass but also the natural bulge between his legs.

Victor was next. He had showered and shaved after toiling in the dirt all day. He was a master gardener and his work drew raves from everyone who visited the estate. Victor seldom wore any clothes when on the fourth floor, and of course the Wednesday night gathering was no exception.

The footmen, Gabriel and Charles, and Juliette and Maria normally arrived together, having cleared the table and rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher. The footmen showed up in the shirts and pants of their livery. Juliette wore a light white house dress that fell to mid-thigh. Maria favored a black, thinly meshed negligee that hid nothing underneath it.

As the final four arrived, Juliette announced, "We're free, my friends. Mister is having it out with Mistress in the library as we speak."

"I win," Victor cried. "I called it Colonel Mustard with a steely rod in the library."

"Vic, my love," Maria said, "the truth is that you simply don't have a clue."

"You have to admit, though, that Mister is one particularly well hung dude. I mean, that thing's a real jaw breaker."

"True that," Prissy said. "You just spoke a real mouthful."

"Speaking of big cocks," Victor said, leaping from the chair where had been sitting and wiggling his hips to jiggle his dick.

Juliette slipped behind him to steal the chair, but as consolation grabbed his factually average-size penis and pulled him close. She sucked his enlarging cock all the way into her mouth. He emitted a low moan, put his hands on the sides of Juliette's head and muttered, "See. Perfect fit."

Maria did a partial Fosbury Flop onto the bed next to Prissy. She didn't rearrange her negligee when the hem settled just under her belly button, exposing her finely groomed snatch. She turned on her side and planted a big kiss on Prissy's mouth and began to fondle Prissy's tits. Prissy rolled toward her and ran a hand down her side, over her ass and between her thighs. Maria spread her legs so that Prissy could slide her fingers into her cunt.

Marcus, Gabriel and Charles stood around the bed, stroking their hard cocks as they watched Juliette suck Victor and Prissy and Maria explore each other. When Prissy and Maria had been locked in a sixty-nine for several minutes after rolling around on the bed to kiss and lick each other all over, Marcus couldn't stand standing by any longer. He climbed on the bed, pulled Maria from on top of Prissy and went down on Prissy himself. Maria helped him raise a leg over Prissy's head, and Prissy wrapped her lips around his shaft.

Gabriel and Charles climbed onto the bed and soon had one cock (Gabe's) in Maria's mouth and the other in her pussy. She moved fluidly with them, expertly meeting unsynchronized thrusts into her high and low. Prissy urged Marcus to roll over and climbed on top of him to ride him cowgirl style, her favorite position. He grabbed her ass with one hand and played with her bouncing tits with the other.

Prissy's bedroom was filled with the sounds of sighs, moans, gasps, giggles. Little cries of joy. The splapping of cocks and balls against upper and lower lips. There was the occasional "oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good." The plea "fuck me, yes, like that, fuck me." And then "I'm coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm fucking coming." The air filled with the smell of pussy juice, and then eventually, one by heavy-breathing, muscle-contracting one, four loads of cum.

As the breathing of the seven players gradually returned to normal, Juliette, who had swallowed Victor's wad, said, "Mmmm. Tastes good, like a gardener should." The other six laughed, and Maria said, "This here footman's shoeful of jism was pretty damn savory too."

"That said," Juliette said, "I hate to be much of a burden on anyone, but if one of you studs would come fuck me now I'd sure appreciate the attention on my lovely little twat."

Marcus, ever ready to take the wheel, rose up from where he had been eating and banging Prissy and scurried around the bed to drop to his knees in front of the chair where Juliette sat while she had sucked off Victor. He lifted her legs up and draped them over his shoulders. He kissed and licked her thighs and around her pussy lips. She pressed his face hard against her and he slid his tongue into her cunt. After licking her to an unbelievably quick orgasm, he rose up and drove his dick into her snatch.

Gabriel and Charles kissed Maria and crawled to the other side of the bed where Prissy lay after having been abandoned by Marcus. They kissed her lips, caressed her tits and ass, sucked her nipples and fingered her sopping cunt. She reveled in their touch, their attention to her sensitive nipples and clit. She located their cocks and stroked them feverishly to full erections again.

Victor sauntered over to the bed. He grabbed Maria's legs and swung her around so that they hung off the side of the bed. He leaned over her, the tip of his dick grazing her dripping pussy lips, and sucked on her small, hard nipples. She cooed and held his head to her chest, thrust her pelvis forward so that he easily slid into her slit.

Prissy was accustomed to fucking all four of the men, of course, but each coupling felt somehow unique. With Marcus she had felt benignly dominated by an older, wiser man. A gentle man who valued time with a woman, especially time with his dick inside her. The footmen were younger, more hurried and energetic, but still cognizant of her needs and wanting to satisfy them while focused on the ultimate male high of firing jism into a woman's warm, wet body. Victor treated sex with women as he did tending the gardens: Careful nurturing, gently coaxing blooms of spectacular beauty.

She was twenty-one years old, a three-year veteran of domestic service since graduating high school, and an eight-year veteran of carnal delight. She liked the taste of cum and the feeling of a cock throbbing to climax in her pussy. She enjoyed watching boys and men come on her belly and tits and tolerated the occasional facial if she really liked the guy.

Prissy had worked for Mister and Mistress for two years and never been happier. They were kind and generous employers; no other family in or near the valley paid servants nearly as much. Mistress liked to tell how "Mister knocked me up early and often." They had two daughters in quick succession -- Valerie, now twenty-three and a real estate agent, and Vanessa, now twenty-two and fresh out of college with several prospects for when her celebratory summer off ended. Then a son, Richard, or Rick, now twenty and a rising junior at the university studying economics and political science.

The girls were strikingly beautiful and the boy strikingly handsome. They were highly intelligent, motivated, musically and athletically gifted, witty and genuinely interested in other people, including the household staff. And their favorite recreation was sex. In all ways, then, they were just like their parents.

Prissy and her fellow domestics pumped and ground their way toward more orgasms for minutes on end, the men having gained stamina after shooting first loads. When they did let loose, Gabriel came in Prissy's snatch, Charles in Maria's mouth and Victor in her twat, and Marcus on Juliette's large, round tits as she lay back in the chair.

And that's what the magnificent seven considered merely a routine Wednesday evening.

Priscilla set aside her fond memories to wash up and dress for her day of duty. She paid particular attention to scrubbing her crotch and thighs to get rid of the dried cum in case Mistress woke up with the munchies again. She several times had spotted similar deposits on Mistress's cheeks and chin, though, so she wouldn't have been embarrassed to leave evidence of a night of decadence should Mistress go down on her.

She donned a traditional maid's dress, but one that was only of mid-thigh length, and she wore no bra or panties. Mister and Mistress both expected easy access to the extra benefits their staff offered for the higher wages they paid.

Mistress was asleep, lying naked when Prissy reported for work. She could swear she saw a contented smile on her boss's face. She crawled onto the bed gently, trying not to wake her lady, and lowered her head to Mistress's crotch. She smelled the remnants of sex there and smiled in delight as she pressed her lips to Mistress's labia.

Mistress stirred, but only to reach down and grab Prissy's head, urging her on. Prissy probed her lady's cunt with her tongue, tickled her clit. She tasted the mixture of dried cum and pussy juice and made a note to wash there thoroughly when she bathed Mistress later. She picked up the pace of licking, she stuck a finger between ass cheeks and delicately grazed her lady's anus -- neither one went for anal penetration -- and then held on tight as Mistress tensed up and shook all over in a day-greeting orgasm.

"Okay, Mistress," Prissy said, smiling and looking up at her lady. "Rise and shine. It's going to be another great day in the mansion, full of possibilities and opportunities." Mistress rose slowly, her boobs swaying and sagging only slightly as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Prissy began to lay out clothes for Mistress to consider for her day in the village. Mistress stood and walked slowly to her private bath. As she turned on the water and waited for the tub to fill, she called to her lady's maid, "Prissy, you should have seen Mister last night. He was in top form. Drilled me solid. For an old man in his fifties, he sure knows how to let loose his inner teenager. Came three times, once in my pussy, once in my mouth, once on my face. I was in fucking hog heaven."

Mistress was among the minority of women who actually enjoyed facials. She claimed, only half in jest, that at age forty-nine her classically beautiful face had developed no lines or wrinkles in part due to "frequent, copious applications of semen over many years. Rub it in and your cheeks will glow," she told her maids and her two daughters. "As will the man from whom you extracted it, of course."

(Note: this apparently is not a scientific fact.)

The maid entered the bathroom and set out towels for Mistress, then knelt by the tub and began to scrub her lady. She bragged, with a girlish giggle, "I was nailed pretty fucking good last night, too, Mistress."

"Oh, which of the boys had the privilege this time?" Mistress said, spreading her legs for Prissy to clean the cunt she'd just eaten.

"Marcus and Gabe in my pussy, Charles in my mouth. And, of course, they fingered and licked me pretty good, too. I think I came more than they did, though they came with ferocity. I was still dripping cum this morning."

"Well," Mistress said, standing up and taking the towel that Prissy handed to her, "I hope you didn't wear out Marcus. After all, I'll be spending a good part of the day with him today."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about Marcus," Prissy said. "He's good to go almost any time."

"As are we, right, Prissy? As are we."

Mistress said hello to William, Mister's valet, when she entered her husband's sitting room on the second floor. William pointed to the adjoining dressing room to indicate where she would find Mister. He sat in a chair, an unbuttoned shirt showing his muscular chest and firm, narrow waist. His bare legs were spread, and the maid Maria knelt between them, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his large cock.

"Good morning, dear," Mistress said, bending to kiss him on the lips. "Good morning, Maria." The maid nodded and raised her eyebrows in greeting, not missing a beat on her employer's dick. Mistress patted her on the head. "You'd think that after the way you fucked me last night you'd take at least a twelve-hour break before sticking your pecker in the payroll."

"Fucking you makes me more horny, not less," Mister said.

"Yeah, well, you were good and horny last night." She crouched down next to Maria. "Give me a suck," she said. Maria slipped her lips off Mister's cock and held it for Mistress to bob up and down on a few times before surrendering the rod back to the maid. "You're working from home today. Right?" she said to her husband.

"Yes. I have two conference calls and two client meetings, all here."

"Well, I'm off to the museum board meeting this morning and then a late lunch with Marcel. He'll probably want to fuck me again. Maybe I'll let him. Last time the literacy program got a nice donation. Anyway, I'll be back for dinner. In the meantime, you'll have plenty of staff nookie available to feed your insatiable appetite for pussy. Ciao, darling. I love you."

"Bye love," he said. "I'll miss you, of course, but I'll struggle through somehow."

Mistress turned to leave but stopped when she saw William standing just inside the door. She instinctively checked out his crotch, just as men instinctively check women's breasts, and saw the large bulge in his pants.

"Oh, my, William," she said, "watching Maria suck off Mister has made your willy quite stiff. Well, Maria has much to do when she finishes there, so let me take care of this."

She knelt in front of the valet, unzipped his trousers and dug his cock out. She quickly rammed it into her mouth and began sucking furiously. She had a schedule to meet, too, and couldn't dally very long over a blowjob. Still, she wasn't mechanical in her movements, just smoothly efficient. William, never known for a great deal of stamina, huffed and puffed and blew a load of spunk down Mistress's throat.

Mistress laughed on her way out, and Maria gave Mister's balls a playful, gentle squeeze while taking him deep into her throat. The stimulation of the maid's sensual lips around his dick and the vision of his wife's lovely ass walking away after sucking off his valet brought him to a climax. He fired a barrage of cum down Maria's throat. Following mansion form and tradition, she swallowed it all; no spitting it out allowed here.

Mistress never rode in the backseat of the car like a proper lady. She sat up front with Marcus, the better for her to stroke his cock and him to slide his hand up her dress and finger her pussy. As they left the estate, she told him to stop "up the lane" on their way to the village. "Up the lane" was a small lea shielded from the road by a copse of trees. Marcus had discovered it when she sent him out many months before to find a secluded spot for their regular trysts on trips away from home, even the relatively short drive into the village.

Mistress was still a fine-looking woman. Indeed, she was considered by men and boys, women and girls to be the MILFest of MILFs in the valley. Her breasts drooped very little even after nursing three children. Her waist and hips had grown by only an inch or so around since she married Mister a quarter of a century before. She had that lovely wrinkle- and line-free countenance. And she loved the thrill of sex in the fresh, open air.

Mistress lacked none of Mister's enthusiasm in the libido department. She loved to fuck. And Marcus was just one of many men who loved to fuck her. He pulled the car to a halt in the little meadow. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the mouth and patted her thigh. Then he got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side and opened her door. She swung her legs out and sat sideways on the edge of the seat. Marcus knelt, spread her legs and buried his face in her crotch.

Mistress squealed with delight as the driver ate her pussy. He knew just how to please a woman with his lips and tongue, as Mistress well knew. His driving skills were good enough to earn him coveted jobs with the richest of families, but his expertise at cunnilingus was what commanded the far superior salary he received from Mister and Mistress. She latched onto his head and wouldn't let go until he'd given her one orgasm after another. She then scurried out of the car, bent over and braced herself against the right front fender. Marcus's cock was stiff as a board when he thrust it into her and pounded her ass until he unleashed streams of white, thick cum into her cunt.

Mistress was five minutes late for the museum board meeting, and she spent the first half hour relishing the pussy-licking, cock-sucking and outdoor fucking that had launched her journey.

At lunch, she let Marcel sit close to her and rub his hand up and down her thighs under her dress. She kept her legs together, though, to resist his attempts to get at her pussy. Rather than having dessert at the restaurant, he suggested they adjourn to his nearby townhouse for cake and coffee.

"Well, maybe a quick cup," she said, rising to accompany him out.

"All right, then," Marcel said, patting her on the ass as they passed tables of diners on their way to the door. "My place for a quickie."

Mistress surrendered without a fight. After all, it had been more than a month since she'd fucked Marcel. He had a decent body, an okay cock and a gigantic bank account that could benefit several of the charities she supported. She pulled his dick out of his pants as they sat on his living room couch and he fondled her boobs. She helped him wiggle his pants and briefs down to his ankles. He pulled her dress up over her ass. She, like her maids, eschewed underwear. She climbed on his lap and reached down to guide his cock into her pussy.

Marcel, like most older men, was in no hurry to come. Mistress bobbed up and down over him, feeling the tip of his dick deep inside her twat and then on the verge of falling out before she lowered herself again. He ran his fingers lightly over her ass, making her tingle even more, and kissed, licked and sucked her nipples. Slowly, slowly the pressure built in his balls. Mistress didn't have a crashing orgasm, but she felt a warmth and joyousness that more than compensated. When Marcel finally came, it felt like he had opened a fire hose as his cum shot forcefully deep inside her.

She fell forward on top of him, and they lay like that for several minutes before she lifted her head, looked him in the eye, smiled and said, "I thought you promised me some cake."

She left with cake crumbs on her lips and a large check for the food bank in her purse.

Mister made it through his first client meeting and the first half of a conference call before he asked his secretary, Brianna, to join him in his first-floor office next to the library. She knew she wouldn't be taking dictation, at least not the kind that would utilize her shorthand, so she freshened up a bit, including washing her crotch, before she joined him in the office.

He already had his cock out of his pants and in his hand when she approached the desk. She smiled, shook her head in mock disgust and dropped to her knees as he swiveled to the side and spread his legs. She stroked his dick a few times before licking it and wrapping her lips around it.

Mister never forced anyone in his employ to have sex with him. But he was a good interviewer. He picked up on indications that applicants would be willing, sometimes eager, to screw a rich, handsome, kind boss. If they also possessed the proper skills and experience, he paid a premium to get and retain such talent.

Brianna fit the bill in all respects. She was the most competent, efficient and congenial secretary he'd ever had. She anticipated his business and personal needs and was prepared to meet them in any way she could. He piled raise upon raise on her until she reached the level of being invaluable. Other bosses he knew envied the quality of her work. He imagined how extremely jealous they would be if they also knew that she gave excellent head and fucked with abandon.

Mister struggled to keep track of the conversation on the conference call, but he knew that Brianna could fill in any of the missing parts in his recollection despite having his dick in her mouth for almost the whole time she listened in. When he came, she gulped the jism down and kept on sucking in hopes of tasting a quick second load. She succeeded minutes later.

Mister had scheduled his second client meeting as a lunch. Since Priscilla was free from serving Mistress until dinner time, he asked her to put on her finest, sans undergarments, of course, and join him and the client, Richard. Mistress, naturally, had hired an extremely talented cook. Lunch was delicious, and Mister had Maria and Juliette, rather than the footmen, serve it. The three maids were certain, and pleased, that they were to be dessert.

As Maria and Juliette cleared the table, Prissy sashayed next to Richard, draped on arm over his shoulders and lowered her head to kiss him lightly on the lips. He reached around and grabbed her ass with one hand and rubbed his other hand over her tits. While they were thus engaged, Juliette approached Richard from his other side, leaned forward and began to loosen his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants. She reached inside and flipped out his semi-hard cock.

Maria pressed up behind Mister in his chair, crushed her boobs against the back of his head and dropped her arms down over his chest and stomach. They watched and shared whispered observations as Prissy lifted her dress over her head to reveal her naked form and Juliette unbuttoned her maid's blouse to display her large tits. While Richard concentrated his attention on Juliette's jugs, Prissy relieved him of his shirt, pants and boxers. She held his boner straight up and stroked it slowly as she lowered her mouth over it.

Maria quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt, and Mister hurried out of his shirt, slacks and briefs. He turned his chair sideways to the table. His cock glided into her twat as she sat on his lap.

Prissy suggested to Richard that they move to the couch that was set against one wall of the large dining room. He didn't respond orally but followed her and Juliette eagerly when they grabbed his hands and led him to the sofa. He lay down. Prissy climbed on top of him and settled her cunt onto his cock. Juliette jettisoned her skirt and climbed aboard his face. He rammed his tongue into her pussy and his dick into Prissy's snatch.

Richard likely was disappointed that it took him so little time to seal the bargain with the maids. He gulped down Juliette's cunt juice while shooting cum into Prissy's pussy. They made sure they held him in place on his back on the couch, playing with his cock and balls, urging him to fondle their tits, finger their pussies and caress their asses while Mister took a much longer, more satisfying time to shoot a wad into Maria.

After Richard left, Mister called the trio into his office, told them Richard had agreed to a new, much more lucrative deal with him and wrote each of them substantial bonus checks. He also gave them the rest of the day off.

Prissy cherished the intricately colorful gardens that Victor had created and tended and the lawn that stretched out around the mansion so pristinely under his care. He was expert with growing things and largely self-taught. As a high school dropout, he was proof that brilliance does not come attached to diplomas and degrees.

On sunny summer days like this Thursday, she relished the opportunity to relax with a book in a secluded section of the estate, surrounded by the beauty of Victor's art. So after being dismissed for the day, she changed into a T-shirt and shorts, went to the library to borrow a mystery novel and headed outside. When she reached her favorite sunny spot, she spread out a blanket she had carried with her and took off the shirt and shorts. She had a disdain for tan lines.

She was halfway through the first chapter when Victor arrived at her haven bearing gardening tools and wearing work overalls, gloves, hat and boots. Seeing her lying naked on the blanket produced two immediate results in him: a smile and a hard-on. She smiled back and beckoned him to her. Victor dropped the tools and ripped off the gloves and tossed them and the hat aside. He quickly unlaced the boots and stepped out of them. The overalls unsnapped on the sides, and he hustled out of them and his boxers. His dick stood straight out in front of him as he stepped onto the blanket where Prissy was now kneeling, waiting to suck him into her mouth.

Victor's boasts about having a large dick were unfounded. But large and nice are not necessarily the same thing. His cock was a comfortable handful, smooth and well-shaped. Like her, he kept his pubes short and neatly coiffed, the pubes on the base of his cock and on his ball sack shaved. She handily took his whole dick into her mouth and cradled his balls in one hand and caressed his ass with the other. He smelled of sweat from having worked out in the sun all day, but she found it a manly scent that actually heightened her desire and anticipation.

They fell into a sixty-nine on the blanket with Prissy on top. Like all the men of the house, he was quite adept at giving head and she wished the day had more hours for him to give undivided lip service to her snatch. She moaned and murmured encouragement from time to time along with feverishly sucking his dick to prolong the joy he was transmitting via her cunt throughout her body.

If he had wanted to come in her mouth, she would as usual have been more than happy to drink his spunk. But he deftly flipped her over onto her back. He climbed on top of her and hissed in her ear, "I want to fuck you, Prissy. I've got to have my dick in you."

"Yes, Victor. Yes, fuck me. Fuck me until I pass out and you fill my cunt with your cum."

He rammed his cock into her twat. She slammed her head to the ground and gasped, "Oh, yeah, that's it, Victor. That's what I want. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

He pounded away at her as ferociously as any man ever had. She shoved back with equal vigor, crushing her clit to his abdomen with each thrust. Wave after wave of pure euphoria cascaded through her. She shivered uncontrollably. She may have cried tears of joy, or that could have just been the sweat of an exuberant fuck on a hot, sunny day. She didn't pass out, but she sensed floating out of her body as Victor fired wads of cum into her pussy.

"Bravo. Bravo," they heard. A woman's voice. She glanced quickly around and spotted Mistress standing at the verge of the little clearing where they lay. They had not heard her arrival home nor been aware that she was walking the grounds to relax mind and body after her day in the village.

She approached the blanket. On this property, sex was not only accepted but encouraged. They had no fear about having been caught coupling. Prissy, in fact, liked the idea of being watched.

"You two were really going at it there," Mistress said. She was slowly unbuttoning her dress and pulling it off her otherwise unclad body. She stood naked before them and added, "Watching you has made me overwhelmingly horny, even though I've just been fucked pretty fine in town. Mind if I join you for an encore?"

They answered with open arms and legs, and Mistress dropped onto the blanket and immediately dove for Prissy's crotch, determined the lap up Victor's cum as it oozed from her lady's maid's slit. Victor crawled under the lady of the house to lick her cunt in turn. When Mistress was good and wet and the gardener rock hard again, he crawled out from under, walked on his knees behind her and slid his cock into her snatch. She lurched back to greet him while managing to keep her lips on Prissy's labia.

Victor had the stamina of a man working on his second coming, and both Mistress and Prissy delighted in the extended life of their little daisy chain. Mistress had a woman's knowledge of just how to eat another woman and exulted in being the middle link in the chain. But she wanted to taste more of Victor's cum, so she disengaged with both of the servants, reversed directions and sucked the gardener's shaft into her mouth while Prissy wedged her tongue into Mistress's cunt. Victor and Mistress came at almost the same time. She hungrily swallowed his cum. Prissy just as hungrily lapped up her lady's cunt juices.

Mistress lay between Prissy and Victor for some time afterward. She kept fingers of one hand lightly around Victor's cock and the other cupped over Prissy's pussy.

"Has Mister gotten fucked today?" she asked.

"I know he fucked Maria after lunch," Prissy said. "I was there. Juliette and I screwed his client, Richard Somebody. And word around the house is that Brianna sucked him off this morning."

"Oh, good. Excellent," Mistress said. "I've done two fucks and a blowjob myself, so I might not be ready to fuck again until after dinner."

"Well, if you need backup, we maids are always able and willing," Prissy said.

"I know that, dear, and I appreciate it. As does Mister, obviously. But I think I'll be fine in a couple hours. Thanks for the wonderful suck and fuck. I won't need your help before dinner, Prissy, so both of you enjoy the evening. Maybe like you did last night."

Mistress kissed them both tenderly on the mouth. She picked up her discarded dress and carried it draped over one arm as she sauntered naked, uninhibited up the lawn to the house.

The offspring, meanwhile, had been having a festival of their own that week. Each of the three had houseguests. Rick had invited a girlfriend (emphasis on "a," he said, not "the") and two of his fraternity brothers. Vanessa was entertaining a boyfriend and one of her college soccer teammates. Valerie had in tow a longtime gal pal from high school and a man who may or may not have thought, erroneously, that he was fiancé material.

After Juliette and Maria had set up their rooms with fresh sheets on beds and stockpiles of towels in baths, the youngsters were able to fend for themselves. None of them, though, appeared to have packed any clothes; they roamed naked throughout their wing of the mansion and around the pool and the tennis court and while tossing around a football or playing croquet on the lawn. They also kept the cook and kitchen staff on their toes with meals at times other than those preferred by Mister and Mistress.

Out of a combined sense of duty, curiosity and voyeurism, though, the maids kept watch over them so as to be ready to meet any of their needs as they might arise. They also kept track as much as possible of the group's sexual activities and reported that, if not for the taboo of incest, by mid-week everyone had fucked all members of the opposite sex at least twice, except for the sibs.

The children themselves were very attractive young adults. Their guests were not as startlingly good looking but, in the assessment of footman Charles, all were "eminently fuckable." They fucked without regard to location or time of day or night. If a horny man and a horny woman met on the pool deck, in an upstairs hallway or out in the gardens, they would screw then and there. They not only didn't care if anyone saw them, they clearly enjoyed being watched. And if anyone wanted to join in, a threesome or foursome was even better.

Hearing the stories and observing some of the activity, the servants longed to participate. All of them had, after all, previously coupled with the siblings. But they waited in vain to be invited.

As she lay in bed, Prissy had intended to knock off a few chapters of the novel she had started reading that afternoon but couldn't concentrate on it. She thought of the stories the maids had told about the young people and wondered if they would finally invite the help to the party. The novel lay unread at her side on the bed as she massaged her tits with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other. She wished she had a virile man with a hard cock next to her rather than a work of fiction, no better than her own fantasies.

Thus was she engaged when the bedside phone rang. The caller ID said the call originated from Mistress's bedroom, so she answered promptly.

"I hate to bother you so late, especially after both of us have told you you could have the rest of the day to yourself," Mistress said, "but something's sprung up that I'd like for you to help us with."

Prissy wrapped herself in a robe and hustled down two flights of stairs to Mistress's chambers. She hurried through the sitting room to the bedroom. She stopped in the doorway and hissed, "Tsk, tsk." Mister and Mistress had not waited for her; they were engaged in a feverish sixty-nine.

Shaking her head, Prissy approached the bed. She leaned over to get a close-up view of Mistress's lips gliding up and down on Mister's dick. When Mistress pulled up to take a deep breath and wiggled her pelvis over Mister's face, Prissy dove in and took Mister's cock between her lips. The women alternated sucking his cock for several minutes. Then Mistress ordered, "Fuck him, Prissy. Fuck him while I sit on his face."

Mistress scrambled up her husband's torso. He grabbed her ass and yanked her pussy to his lips. Prissy climbed onto the bed and mounted his pelvis. She slowly lowered her crotch to him, taking him deep inside her cunt. She rode the family patriarch like he was a wild steed. He thrust up into her with the untamed lust of youth. Prissy saw Mistress quiver with joy as Mister fired streams of jism up into the lady's maid's pussy.

She enjoyed the warmth of lying between her employers, settling in for a night of pleasant dreams. And possibly additional carnal delights. She smiled at the knowledge of both the pros and cons of service at this mansion.

Pro: She was loved, appreciated and well-compensated.

Con: As her sweet ass reminded her as she settled in, as the hired help she was relegated to spending the night sleeping in the wet spot.