A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) (29 page)

Noah had his eye on one of the more private gallery chambers. We
explored the house rigorously, searching for a lone male who was not only attractive but also looked like he might succumb to the Chambermaid's methods. I had already decided there was no other way of my getting through that night, unless I adopted her guise.

We were almost considering giving up, when one such candidate crossed my path in the refreshment lounge. He was standing by the champagne fountain and Noah signalled to me to go over.

I sidled up to him and greeted him with the sultry words, “How do you do?”

He turned and looked stunned, struck even, by amazement.

“Very well.” He coughed.

“
And what is your itinerary so far?” I asked him.

“
Nothing on the horizon, yet, though I had noticed a woman earlier, and thankfully, she's standing right before me now.”

“
Why didn't you approach me before?”

He looked back in
Noah's direction and muttered, “He's a bit big for my liking.”

I whispered,
“He only wants to watch.”

“
Oh, that's okay then,” he beamed, behind his white, Phantom-style mask. “I thought he would break my behind otherwise,” he smiled.

“
Only mine, only mine,” I reassured him.

The
gentleman – I was quickly given to realise this – was not entirely without experience but was certainly without art, I felt. I looked back at Noah, whose expression was unreadable, and gestured to the young man, “Shall we find a quiet spot?”

“
Yes, of course,” he said.

All three of us silently walked toward a beckoning space for us to explore what we all desperately wanted to. I did not know how Noah was
going to react to the scene but there was no turning back.

When we entered the little snug room, we saw the curtain on the other side of
the “booth” had been dropped. Ours had been chosen as one of the entertainments for those wandering the galleries outside. Now I knew people would be watching, I felt nerves take me. I was running on adrenalin and an absolute inclination to perform.

Noah sat in a corner, his legs crossed, and lit a cigar. It was a prop to
take him away from the action. He adopted a pose that was nonchalant yet directly observational.

The young man stood, waiting instruction. I held my mask to my eyes still but knew I might need to forego it soon to perform the act. In a swift move, I walked over to Noah and with my back protecting us from the viewing point, I swapped with him. We could change back afterwards to the disguise
s that suited our own outfits.

I sto
od before our guest and asked, “Do you have a lover?” A direct question but one that always brought forth revelations.

“
No,” he said.

“
So, what is it you seek?” I asked.

“
Thrills. A woman who likes to be fucked.”

“
Nearly all women like that, just when the time is right.”

“
But not all women are as beautiful as you.”

“
Not all women have the insatiable appetite I have,” I warned.

“
What shall we do then?” he asked, an erection now working its way up his trousers.

“
Fuck, but in a way you've probably never done it before.”

“
I'll try anything,” he said.

I glanced sideways at Noah but still couldn't gauge his expression. I was growing more anxious by the second, constantly battling my true thoughts. I was at work.

“Disrobe,” I commanded.

The young, lithe man revealed a very pleasing body and I struggled to hide my
glee. Noah must have seen this but he delighted in my sexuality, really. The lad was about twenty-four, I guessed, and a naive fellow seeking new experiences perhaps.
How to play this?
, I thought. I required Noah inside me when we got home so there was no way this youth would be allowed to enter any of my holes.

“
Very nice,” I said, and I stood behind him, pressing my body against his. I stroked his rising cock gently, as if to get the measure of it. “How many women have you had?”

“
Around thirty.”

“
I see. And none of these were equipped enough to keep you hooked?”

“
None,” he said simply.

I tickled his balls and continue to press my
bosom against his smooth, silken back.

“
What pleases you most?” I asked, continually speaking in a calm, seductive rhythm.

“
Everything, but especially anal sex.”

“
Really? Huh,” and I considered the possibilities.

I opened the door of the chamber and nodded to one of the servant boys
out in the corridor. I whispered something and he went to fetch a piece of equipment I needed.

“
What did you ask for?” he said, with a nervous smile.

“
You shall see. And please, trust me. You won't be disappointed, I guarantee it.”

“
I'd like to see a little of you, if your Master doesn't mind.”

Clever boy
, I thought.

Noah nodded acceptingly and I proceeded to unzip the dress, letting it fall to the floor in a swirl of burgundy glory. I stepped out of the gown and walked in front of him. He stood a little shy then and took a shar
p intake of breath when his gaze fell to my breasts. He almost jerked when his eyes then travelled to the bald zenith of my legs.

“
My body pleases you?” he asked.

“
Very much,” he said, his cock now tilting and swaying.

“
I want to try something, if you'll let me,” I said.

“
Anything,” he said, not really knowing what to do with his hands.

I went to the goodies drawer at one end of the room, swaying my stockinged hips to
madden both men in the room. I was feeling wicked.

I
withdrew a pair of plain handcuffs.

I looked into the Ini
tiate's eyes (that was how I thought of him) and sought agreement. He gave no reluctance.

“
On your knees,” I told the bound boy.

I circled him. I teased my fingers through his hair. I heard the clacking of my shoes on the floor and saw how each motion struck fear and anticipation int
o his heart. One of the servants brought me my weapon of choice and I quickly took it, stowed it behind a curtain, and recommenced our session.

“
There are two things we shall learn today,” I told him.

“
I'm willing,” he said quickly.

“
Number one. From now on, you'll not talk. You can blink, or nod, but move those lips apart except to swallow parts of my body and I will be most displeased. You shall learn the power of facial communication. You shall also learn that your only worthy task in life after this is to please a woman. You will realise that nothing else will give you as much pleasure and no other employment will offer you as much satisfaction. If you agree to learn, you might feel more inclined to seek a woman to be educated by. Are we clear?”

He began to speak but my eyes reminded him and he nodded acquiescingly.

“What shall we call you today? You may speak.”

“
Hector,” he mumbled.

I bent over and spread my legs, placing my hands on a wooden table nearby so that he was face-on with my buttocks. He grunted as if to ask what
he should do and I instructed, “Familiarise yourself with everything. Take a good look.”

The eagerness to retali
ate was growing inside him. I also sensed a raging erection from my lover, battling its way out of his trousers. He would be manic later.

“
Please, kiss my folds a little,” I asked, and the slave reached forward to tease his tongue around my arsehole and then the knot of my womanhood. The Initiate was panting with desire and I was getting ridiculously close so I turned around, running a fingertip around his lips. I brushed a bullet-hard nipple against his cheek and he groaned.

“
Get up and sit in the chair,” I said, and he awkwardly manoeuvred himself.

I sat in his lap and placed his bound arms around my neck.

“You may kiss my breasts,” I said, and he did. “A little biting, just a little. A nibble. A few licks. Oh yes. The other, please.”

How he smelt! T
hick pre-cum was glazing his monstrously expectant cock head. When my slit was slaked, I moved closer and drew his buttocks forward. His eyes widened at my strength.

“
I am stronger than I may seem. And I dish out punishment for bad behaviour. If you try to accidentally penetrate me, that will be considered bad behaviour.”

He nodded, his face now gormless and pliant.

I moved my pussy lips against his shaft to catch my clit and tease him. I bucked and swayed and moaned before him. I was so terribly wet. I gained a rhythm that suited us both and his hands gripped my hair. It was all he was able to touch of me. He moaned and threw his head back. I had total control.

As I moved, I watched Noah's wide, fierce stare and it sent me toward oblivion. I started to feel the release sweeping into me and my entire body went into spasm. I threw myself into it and cri
ed out with my face staring at the ceiling, juddering and shaking. The youth had not reached his peak but had almost been there. He was red and delirious, sweat dripping from his neck down his front. He couldn't really hold his head up. He was weakened.

I moved away from him and weakly walked over to the table and sat on it, legs spread wide
, my heels hooked around the bars of a nearby chair. I knew we had a large audience outside the window and I felt the pressure to perform. The Initiate looked up at me, conflicted and enraged, still hanging on the edge of his orgasm. His cock was red raw. He was in agony, I knew. He saw my groin glistening and ripe with juices and felt terribly maltreated. I had gained pleasure without him.

“
A woman,” I began breathlessly, “can have a lot more orgasms than a man. However, I'm going to show you that there are different strengths. There are those which are so strong and could clench the sap from wood. They are those where my own self leaves me. There are those that last longer than others and those that pierce harder but are shorter.”

I turned his chair so that he faced Noah. The men looked for pity in each other's eyes. Both w
ere brought down to the servants they were.

What I wanted, I was going to get, regardless of anyone else.
I walked over to Noah, unzipped him and pulled his cock free, jiggling his trousers down a little. His thick, veiny cock was on show and the youth knew why I had chosen such a lover, for this man was above average. I moved into position and sunk my belly on Noah, who sat back and groaned nonchalantly, as if he were enjoying the Chambermaid's delights like any other. I worked him like a piston and he pulled at my hair. I closed my eyes and gave myself to the joy sweeping over my being. I never felt safer or more attractive or sexually uninhibited than when Noah was with me.

“
Bitch,” Noah said.

“
Oh baby, your cock is huge,” I moaned.

He swiftly pushed me up and forced me across the
room. He placed my hands on a desk and started fucking me hard from behind. People were watching outside, jaws dropping. The Initiate watched it all. I rubbed myself until I came so hard, squeezing Noah's throbbing cock sharper than ever before. I bucked viciously and screamed and wailed, as if suffering the most terrible agonies of my life. The rush of his hot nectar flowed into my belly and I was satisfied. Noah kissed the back of my neck in a gesture of intimacy that only belonged to us. He zipped up and retreated to his seat.

I stood and swayed, delirious from our fucking. Cum and dew dripped down my legs and onto the floor. The Initiate was gasping for breath, desperate to have some fuck of his own.

“Now, I will show you how to fuck best,” I told the young lad, taking some deep breaths to regain myself. His droopy eyes rested on my breasts and he bit his lip, waiting for his own pleasure. It was tantalisingly close. His cock was painfully engorged and extravagantly wetted.

I put on the strap-on I had asked for earlier
, and lubed up with some relaxant gel from a drawer. I stood in front of him and he looked terrified.

“
On all fours, slave,” I said, dragging the protective chair away from him. I placed myself behind him and made sure everyone outside got a good view.

“
Just relax,” I told him, and he nodded. I pierced the opening of his backside and he yelped and juddered.

“
You didn't want my Master to fuck your behind but you like me doing it, yes?”