Mornington-By-Mere
is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the
Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a
quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a
Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a
Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But this
Christmas tale is set in the Manor House over Christmas 1962, when the house
was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s
fell into the latter group.
Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be
his last Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was
emigrating to New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had
inherited from his great uncle.
On his
second day at the house, which was his first night, he couldn’t sleep so he
went downstairs to the library to get a book.
It didn’t
take him long to find something suitable and he switched the light off and was
just opening the door when he was knocked off his feet by a figure coming the
other way in the darkness.
They
finished up prone on the ground and his assailant ended up laying on top of
him, using his torch he shone it in the persons face and was surprised to see
it was the cute house maid, Amy Galasso, but not quite as surprised as he was when she kissed
him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue in his mouth, quite expertly.
Finding her
on top of him and have her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue, and
in his opinion, she was a damn good kisser, meant he was in danger of having a
very pleasant Christmas to say the least.
Tristan
certainly wasn’t expecting it and nor was he expecting what happen next, which
was for her hand to unbutton his fly and pull out his semi erect member through
the opening.
Although it
didn’t stay semi for long because the moment the beast was free of its
confines, she disengaged her mouth from his and went to work on his cock, and
the expert way she set about her task he could tell that his was not the first
member she'd had her lips around.
“Oh Amy” he exclaimed
As she
worked on him, he mused about still waters running deep, or more precisely,
running deep throat.
It was at
that moment that she stopped suddenly, startled by a noise, real or imagined,
and quickly stood up.
Amy backed
into the recess between the shelves, and he joined her there, his erection
still protruding from his open fly.
As they
stood there in close proximity, she didn’t say anything, but her breathing was
quick and shallow.
After a
minute or so, and satisfied that no one was approaching, her lips returned to
his and her hand went to his shaft and tugged on it roughly, he unbuttoned the
front of her maid’s uniform and fumbled inside her vest and unhooked her bra.
Once that
was achieved his hands quickly moved to her small tits, surmounted by stiffened
nipples, as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
As her
kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more frantic, he began to
hoist up her uniform until he could gain access to her underwear.
He yanked
down her cheap cotton knickers, which gave little resistance over her narrow
hips and bony arse.
Once her
drawers were at knee height, where gravity took over, and Amy accommodated him
by extracting her foot from the unwanted knickers.
Tristan then
ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her soft and squeezable
cheeks, but he soon worked his way teasingly to her generous thicket and slid
his fingers in between her juicy lips.
She was
still kissing him hard on the mouth and snorting in great lungs full of air
through her nose, and although still gripping his tool in one hand Amy used her
other one to undo his trouser button but used both to yank down his clothes and
bare his arse.
Tristan
removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer into the corner
with the bookshelves behind her and her narrow hips and small buttocks fitted
neatly in the gap between some dusty tomes, but she kept her thighs together
when he had her in position
“If I don’t
let you to take advantage of me, will I lose my job?” she asked
“Whether we
do or we don’t, you won’t lose your job” he said truthfully “I don’t want to do
it unless you do”
“I do” she
said and opened up for him and he slid into her and when he entered there was
no resistance and the way she received his offering, wrapping herself around
him pulling him deeper into her, Tristan knew she had received others before
him, so he went at her greedily, and her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms
wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and she was growling out contented moans
to his rhythmic penetrations.
As he
pumped her harder these turned to guttural groans, and as her pleasure
heightened, they grew to howls, the closer to climax the higher the pitch,
onward and onward, frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed, and
a moment later he shot into her.
They stayed
in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, with his cock
still twitching inside her and her muscles contracting around his shaft, and
she made several long pleasurable languorous sighs, so he kissed her neck and
she hugged him tightly.
They
redressed quickly in the dark.
“I hope we
can do that again Sir,” she said
“Oh yes, I
think we can” he replied then he walked her to door, and they exchanged a long
liquid kiss and then they parted.
When he got
back to his room, he thought to himself how funny life could be, had it not
been for the fact that he couldn’t sleep he would never have got to share such
a pleasurable fuck with a cute young housemaid.
He didn’t
need the book after all as he slept like a baby.
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