Jennifer Langley had always wondered what went on behind the closed doors of her employer's house. Every night there was a different man walking in as another left, sometimes three at a time, sometimes women, sometimes couples – any combination, any time.
As maid of the house, Jennifer saw and heard things that no one else did. The laundry, especially, spoke for itself, as well as the odd assortment of chains, sybians, masks, and leather accessories.
Oh, no, she didn't wonder about the act; that was obvious. She wondered how. How could her boss manage to entertain so many men and women at one time? How could her boss entertain women?
Jennifer's imagination could only stretch so far...
One night as she finished cleaning her Madame's bedroom, she heard her coming up the stairs.
"Charles," Jennifer heard her say, "you really must stop being so careful. I'm here for your needs. I'm not fragile, like her."
"Ellen, I play rough – "
"Good," Ellen cut in. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Jennifer heard Ellen and Charles approach the door and thought, it's now or never. She jumped nimbly into the closet behind her, just as Charles and Ellen entered the room.
Through the hole in the door where the doorknob was supposed to be, Jennifer watched with wide eyes as Ellen disrobed. Charles watched with lusty eyes, his hands working at his tie.
As Jennifer's eyes darted from Ellen to the clothes that she'd surely be washing the next day, her eyes locked on Charles. She felt her throat dry out.
As the lamp light washed over Charles's body, his every angle and chiseled edge was thrown into relief. His grey eyes glistened with animal desire, and down below, his manhood strained against its cloth restraint.
Ellen eased herself onto the black covers of her enormous, canopied bed.
"Kiss me," she ordered. Charles swallowed loudly, and Jennifer jumped at his husky voice when he spoke.
"Where?"
Ellen glanced down at the juncture between her milk white thighs, clamped shut before her core, and looked back at him below her lashes.
"Where I need it most."
With a savage growl, Charles launched himself at her, and, ripping her legs apart, pressed his lips to the knot of flesh just above her entrance. He licked, and sucked, and flicked, and sucked again, and all the while, Ellen writhed beneath him.
"That's it, Charles," Ellen whispered, biting her lip. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she gripped Charles's head, tangling her fingers in his hair with one hand, grasping the sheets with the other.
Inside the closet, Jennifer rubbed her thighs against each other, struggling to combat the wave of arousal that washed through her, and made her feel as if the little bud she wished Charles were licking was swollen to an impossible size.
Ellen gave a throaty moan and arched herself into Charles's mouth. Charles moaned with her, and it threw Ellen on edge.
Her eyes flashed open, and her mouth. She stopped writhing, and froze with a gasp. She whimpered, and then gave a shout. Charles continued to pleasure her through and through, now and then flicking his tongue between the petals of her core.
When the tide had subsided, Ellen ran a hand over her glistening body and through her wet hair. Her eyes fluttered in ecstasy. Charles released her and sat up between her legs. From where she was, Jennifer could see Charles's full lips glistening with Ellen's natural wine. Jennifer felt a tug of vicious need when she saw Charles lick his lips and swallow.
Charles raised himself up on his knees, and, in the lamp light, Jennifer's eyes locked on his power, now finally released from his cage.
"Oh," Ellen groaned when she saw it, "please...now..."
"Please? Please what? "
"Please fuck me."
"Now now, is that any way to address me, to ask for anything from me? What's my name?" His voice was a whisper, and he leaned in to her ear.
Ellen whimpered, and stared at his manhood with an unholy yearning. Charles grabbed her roughly by the hair and jerked her face up to his.
"What's my name?" he snarled.
"Oh, Charles, please..." Ellen moaned and slipped a hand between her legs. Charles pulled it back over her head. He let go of her head and took the other for good measure. He slipped a knee between her thighs and pressed it against her clitoris.
"No you don't." He chuckled as she moved herself on his knee, and just as she came to the brink, he pulled his knee away from her.
"Please, I need...to feel..." She search for him with her hips.
"Then answer me. What's. My. Name."
"Master...please, Master. Please fuck me. Please."
Charles growled. "Good girl. Took you long enough."
Without further ado, he rammed into her with the force and brutality of a bull. Her eyes shot wide open, and breath came out in gasps.
His body, to Jennifer, was a blur. She hoped that he wasn't hurting Ellen. At least not too much.
Just as Ellen flew into a violent orgasm, Charles let go of one of her wrists and took hold of her neck.
"Oh my god," gasped Ellen, "Oh...oh! Oh my FUCKING –"
Her words became incoherent, animalistic shouts of godly pleasure.
Charles groaned, then, with a grunt, pulled out of Ellen's vagina.
"NO!" Ellen screamed. But before she could utter another word of protest, Charles slipped into her open mouth and came on her tongue.
With a groan, he finished and rolled over. Ellen looked at him with heavy lusty eyes.
Jennifer watched, breathless.
Ellen...swallowed.
Jennifer slipped a hand between her thighs. She needed a release. But she found herself utterly stationery. Her eyes were transfixed on Charles's glistening shaft, on how his juices and her juices dripped from it onto the black sheets like pearls. She felt her mouth water. She wanted him, need to feel him inside of her, needed to taste him. She wanted his enormous size inside of the small cavity she reserved for her husband. But Charles was not her husband, and her husband certainly was no Charles. Charles was the size of a horse when he stood to attention, while her husband...not so much.
Charles stood from the bed and stretched. His manhood shook, and both Ellen and Jennifer watched it hungrily. Ellen stood up off the bed and said softly, "You should go. Your wife is waiting."
