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449 Stacey….your valentines story!449 [Cb36] Stacey….your valentines story!My mate who I`ve known on here for a while , he tells me he has a wife with a lovely nature and a nice enough figure, me I have never met her, but I`ve offered to write this story for him as a valentines gift. Only for them, I and they know who they really are, though now we thousands can share it! All I really know of the lady is she`s a 5ft 9 inch, brunette, and that they have been married 30 years, and she met him (or he her dependent on your slant on life) in a disco, due to a pair of strappy black, 4” heel sandals, most of the ladies at these discoes wore them back then, but she must have turned him on, because as I said they have been married 30 years now.No doubt life has had its ups and downs, it does for us all, but what a fine idea, for a valentine, I hope she really appreciates it and sends me a picture for my own personal collection in gratitude (hint, hint.)Now Stacey, it`s not her name, but I`m going to use it rather than embarrass the poor girl, Stacey has a problem, she has a thing about being the village bike, oh its only in her mind I am sure of that, she`s a lovely lady he tells me and it`s just something that turns her on, to imagine she`s some sort of cheap village hooker type lady, the local slag, screwed by everyone as required…Call it what you will, and who am I to complain. Her imagination is also fairly vivid, and other than this “local slag image,” she has with my mate “trucker Sam`s” help, built in their imagination`s this image of her being a Victorian housemaid, desperate for work and being taken advantage of by the wicked squire. So, here is a story, just for you Stacey for valentines, based on your fantasy and a happy valentines, you know who you are!Stacey is a housemaid, known then as a tweeny, the house in Eatonfield Crescent, a Victorian mansion, with four generous stories above ground, and one below. It supports a very upstairs and downstairs type family. Father, a well to do, local manufacturer, outwardly a pillar of respectability with his prim and proper wife, two c***dren, Chester`s, the butler, his wife, Mable, the cook, Adam, the footman and their son, a parlour maid, one Lucy, a tweeny, our Stacey and a scullery maid, named Anne. the c***dren having a governess. The Butler and the cook sharing the Butler`s pantry and as man and wife, living below stairs as did the footman their only son, having a pokey little room just big enough for his bed and a wardrobe, tucked behind the kitchens and overlooking the tiny rear yard!The maids had, unusually, very small but separate rooms, up under the eve`s as did the governess, a Miss Swain.On the next floor was the master bedroom, separated ataşehir escort by bathroom and nursery, from the two tiny rooms, for the seen but not heard c***dren. The final floor had an entrance hall, dining room, a withdrawing room and a sitting room. The façade of respectability was just that, a front, a deception, the whole staff knew it, but for the sake of keeping their jobs, what happened at 17 Eatonfield Crescent, stayed very much in no 17… or else!The problems stemmed from the master, he feeling his wife at 47, was sexually, time expired, he was bored with her, he thought her very much being on the change, and not sexually inclined, and he at 50 was still feeling in his prime. Now as each maid had begun work, father had ‘tried out’ her charms, kisses, fondling, groping and finally tupping, each in turn, knowing just how hard it was for staff to get jobs, he took advantage. Simple as that. Lucy, Anne and the latest our Stacey, had all succumbed to his advances, in one way or another, Lucy a bit brighter than the average would only let him use her anally so as not to end up “with c***d.” It being something the mistress, was not ever going to allow, the master jumped at the chance. However, what the master didn’t know was that the mistress, far from being as he thought, “incapacitated by the change, and unable to enjoy sexual intercourse” and though he knew she was giving herself to Adam and “just getting ‘a bit of a lick and a finger’ by the randy footman,” What she was actually getting was her ticket punched properly and very vigorously by Adam, what to her was exciting sounds, of the girl upstairs, making noises, cry`s and screams while her husband was rattling those old bedhead`s. as he was using one of the maids overnight and upstairs, the mistress was getting more than a little turned on, in the palatial bedroom directly below. Now Stacey had only been at the house a fortnight, our randy master, every evening had been up to her room interfering and touching and fingering the girl at every opportunity.He even referred to this latest girl as, ‘fresh meat’ when he was talking to Chester`s, the butler and describing the girls attributes. Now Chester`s, would happily have taken advantage of one of the girls, he being a randy git, however his fear of the good lady cook, his wife Mable, and her prowess with a carving knife, tended to restrict his field of scope. In short, he liked his equipment! Tonight though, he was in a cleft stick, it was a balance, a choice… between doing as his master required, or as his wife wished! Stacey had made it clear that though she had a desperate need for a job, she wasn’t prepared to let the master have her sexually, oh, she was ok if he escort ataşehir wanted to finger her, maul her about but full sex… she said “no chance”. Thus, the master had ‘suggested’ to Chester`s, that he should make himself available to hold the wench down while he took her by force. He, Chester`s, could then have his own turn while the master held this cheeky slip of a girl! Sadly, it was more an order than a real suggestion.The master, when Stacey had turned down the mistresses bed, told the girl “to expect him up after supper.” The blushing girl left the room, both her and the mistress, knowing he would not joke about this sort of thing. The mistress, saying to him, “are you going to make that girl suffer tonight?” he asked her, “why?” she explained “it turned Adam the footman on and he had more vigorous fingers if he had stimulation!” laughing the master helped her from the sofa, and together they went down to eat. While upstairs ate, in the staff sitting room the three girls sat eating their own meal, Stacey looked a little nervous, Lucy knew what was worrying her, and said that, “she shouldn’t fight the masters advances, he would have her as he already has herself and Anne.” Anne agreed, saying, “if you need the work, it`s better to risk a fat belly than argue,” nodding upwards and saying “and it`s no good complaining to madam, Adam says our screams turn her on, and he should know.” Stacey said, innocently, “How would Adam know?” Lucy`s raised eyebrows, and Anne`s face, told her all she needed to know.The days duties over, and another 5.30 start tomorrow usually meant it was off to bed, so hopefully Stacey naively bathed herself and was soon in her bed, knowing in her heart of hearts, if her master decided to use her, rather than just interfere with her, there would be little she could do anyway.Their meal over, the heads of the household set off up to their bedroom, he to use the bathroom, her to ready herself for her own young lover. He changed his shirt, then removed his cummerbund, kissed his wife telling her to sleep tight, “and not to wait up for him, he would sleep with ‘her’ and for you my dear, he would make her scream, just for her footman!” out in the corridor stood the footman and his father the butler. He wished the boy well and clicking his fingers signalled the butler to join him and as they ascended the stair`s he said to Chester`s, give me five minutes then I shall call you in if she proves difficult, with that he pushed open the tweenies door. He kissed the slumbering girl, asked if she “wanted to be daddies little girl?” then asked her to open her legs and let daddy “have a little feel”, which she happily did, he began sliding his hand under the bedding and ataşehir escort bayan under her dressing gown, first one finger then two found its way into her hairless young pussy.So far, she hadn`t felt threatened, he called her, “a dirty little girl,” told her this would be their secret, though of course she knew Lucy in her bedroom to the left and Anne to her right could hear every tiny sound the wall being thin. He asked, “shall daddy put some more fingers inside you,” all the time calling her name’s, like, “dirty little slag am I filling you,” or “dirty little bitch, open your legs, and I…” poking my fingers up her little cunt, “will make you cum” She proves to love to be interfered with… gasping and breathing heavily as her master has his way, having no choice but let him m***** her … She quietly whispered that, “I`m am only a youngster master, and this is my first position, so please, my little tits have yet to grow… and though I like this fingering, I`m afeared for to go further.”His third finger slid into her now wet body, and he said, “you will be a girl no longer after tonight missy, I shall take you if you like it or not, if you`re willing or not, so be told.” She whimpered “oh sir please no,” The girl began to cry quietly, he called out, come help me Chester`s, the wench is complaining.She heard the door open but couldn’t see the butler for her masters body, not till he was beside her and had seized her wrists, and by then she knew all was lost.Her master removed his hand, cool air caressed the damp muff, as he opened his fly, dropped his braces, and she saw a man`s erect penis for the first time. fear gripped her, he scrambled from his trousers and up onto the bed between her legs. her eyes fixed on the massive tool, like a rabbit in the glare of a lamp. She knew what was about to happen, wriggling and writhing to make it difficult for him, the bedhead clattering on the wall noisily. but it was all to no avail. The act she had fantasized about as a virgin, the one her handsome bridegroom in her imagination was to willingly enjoy, was about to vanish. A sheet of white-hot pain burst from her sexual orifice, even open as his fingers had made her, this massive prick of his was invading her, tearing at her hymen, her screams loud and uncaring who heard her now. The bedhead battering at the wall, his body, battering and retreating before thrusting at her again, her head shaking side to side, tears, a voice, her voice screaming, and whimpering alternately in time with his terrible thrusts. His speed rose, thrust, thrust, thrust, then his groan, as she felt his seed fill her, her virginity lost forever. Her sobs pitiful, she felt the butler release her wrists, that monstrous tool, limp now and withdrawing, him, the b**st stepping from the bed, places changing, the butler more caring, advancing towards the ravished orifice, fore-skin-less and smaller of tool, gently oh so gently slipping himself into her, gently, tenderly, almost reverently.
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