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This is part 3 of the Isobel's Fancy series, also bundled as a single book (search for "Isobel's Fancy" on this e-bookstore).
Fresh from her new experiences with her cousin and one of the footmen, Isobel brazenly takes the servant up on his offer of some illicit companionship.
When she arrives at the servants' quarters, though, the footman is nowhere to be seen, but the other male servants have some ideas about how to occupy her spare time...
WARNING: This erotic interlude includes bisexual menage group sex (MMF and MMMF), and takes place a century ago in a setting reminiscent of "Downton Abbey".
Excerpt:
"Hello, Eliot," she said. "Come in, and close the door behind you."
He did as he was told, silently, but stood with his back to the door and did not approach them. Isobel reached a hand out and laid it on Charles's head. "Charles," she said, "you may continue. I am not sure whether Eliot cares to join us or not."
Without a word, Charles returned to her thighs, running his tongue along the inside of her right leg as he approached. His warm, rough tongue laid itself on her again, and the ecstasy returned as though it had not been interrupted. Isobel was momentarily immobilized by the riot of sensations and threw her head back, insensible.
But she recovered, and looked up at Eliot. He had not advanced any further into the room. "Eliot," Isobel said, although her voice threatened to break at an moment. "Come over here, please."
"Yes, ma'am," Eliot said quietly, and took a few steps towards them before slowing to a halt again.
"Eliot." Isobel adopted a more commanding tone now. "Take your clothes off and come here."
He did not respond, frozen in place. Isobel raised her head to say something more, and this was enough; he began to fiddle with his shirt-studs. She lay back again, satisfied.
She had been thinking of Charles's large member, and how lovely it would be to be playing with that while he was hard at work pleasing her. But Eliot's arrival gave her a new idea; she would let him have a turn on her, and she would apply her mouth to Charles. She was not quite sure whether it was even possible, to arrange themselves so, but she intended to try.
But Charles really was doing a lovely job. He had begun to lap at her, steadily and rhythmically, and the building pleasure was perfect--increasing, but not about to send her into a senseless spiral. She wanted to enjoy this for a long time, perhaps forever. Every once in a while, Charles's tongue darted lower, deeper, into her tiny hole, and that was lovely too.
Inspiration struck just as Eliot came to stand before them, his own member engorged, perhaps not as large as Charles's but certainly its equal in loveliness. To take them both in her hands, and have her way with them both at once--that would have been lovely. Perhaps later.
"Eliot," she said, trying to keep her voice at a normal, calm level. "It occurs to me that Charles is working very hard, here, but has certain needs of his own that are not being met. Do you perceive the same?"
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled.
"Would you like to provide some assistance, then?"
He half-smiled, his face reddening. "I would, ma'am. Very much."
Fresh from her new experiences with her cousin and one of the footmen, Isobel brazenly takes the servant up on his offer of some illicit companionship.
When she arrives at the servants' quarters, though, the footman is nowhere to be seen, but the other male servants have some ideas about how to occupy her spare time...
WARNING: This erotic interlude includes bisexual menage group sex (MMF and MMMF), and takes place a century ago in a setting reminiscent of "Downton Abbey".
Excerpt:
"Hello, Eliot," she said. "Come in, and close the door behind you."
He did as he was told, silently, but stood with his back to the door and did not approach them. Isobel reached a hand out and laid it on Charles's head. "Charles," she said, "you may continue. I am not sure whether Eliot cares to join us or not."
Without a word, Charles returned to her thighs, running his tongue along the inside of her right leg as he approached. His warm, rough tongue laid itself on her again, and the ecstasy returned as though it had not been interrupted. Isobel was momentarily immobilized by the riot of sensations and threw her head back, insensible.
But she recovered, and looked up at Eliot. He had not advanced any further into the room. "Eliot," Isobel said, although her voice threatened to break at an moment. "Come over here, please."
"Yes, ma'am," Eliot said quietly, and took a few steps towards them before slowing to a halt again.
"Eliot." Isobel adopted a more commanding tone now. "Take your clothes off and come here."
He did not respond, frozen in place. Isobel raised her head to say something more, and this was enough; he began to fiddle with his shirt-studs. She lay back again, satisfied.
She had been thinking of Charles's large member, and how lovely it would be to be playing with that while he was hard at work pleasing her. But Eliot's arrival gave her a new idea; she would let him have a turn on her, and she would apply her mouth to Charles. She was not quite sure whether it was even possible, to arrange themselves so, but she intended to try.
But Charles really was doing a lovely job. He had begun to lap at her, steadily and rhythmically, and the building pleasure was perfect--increasing, but not about to send her into a senseless spiral. She wanted to enjoy this for a long time, perhaps forever. Every once in a while, Charles's tongue darted lower, deeper, into her tiny hole, and that was lovely too.
Inspiration struck just as Eliot came to stand before them, his own member engorged, perhaps not as large as Charles's but certainly its equal in loveliness. To take them both in her hands, and have her way with them both at once--that would have been lovely. Perhaps later.
"Eliot," she said, trying to keep her voice at a normal, calm level. "It occurs to me that Charles is working very hard, here, but has certain needs of his own that are not being met. Do you perceive the same?"
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled.
"Would you like to provide some assistance, then?"
He half-smiled, his face reddening. "I would, ma'am. Very much."
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