Palace Life Ch. 01

"I saw you with my husband last night."

"Of course Madam, I serve his Highness."

"He was serving you."

The footman's face went bright red.

"I see madam."

Perkins was an average little runt of a servant, one she had never fancied, yet despite her desire for a child, her husband, His Highness had chosen to waste precious seed on this, this, she could not find the words.

She eased her skirt down showing her tiny black knickers, then eased aside the thin fabric to reveal her hairless vulva.

"This Perkins, is a Cunt, this is where his Highnesses seed should be deposited, and here," she turned.

"Is an arsehole."

His look of discomfort was obvious.

"What is it Perkins."

"I have come in my pants Madam."

"Good, now run along."

She allowed an hour.

She rang for a mineral water, and asked that Perkins should bring it.

"Perkins, you disgraced yourself earlier, so I have obtained a contraption,"

The Kilmer jar was at the bedside.

"It is for surplus semen, have you any."

"No Madam."

She lay back on the bed revealing her crotch again.

"I can see the bulge you silly man, now don't come in your pants whip the disgusting appendage out and we will relieve you into the jar."

She approached with the jar and he undid the buttons of his uniform dress and his rigid five inch prick spurted uncontrollably splashing the sides of the jar.

"That's better all safe," and she snapped the lid shut.

An hour passed, "Toast," she ordered

She wore a negligee, black see through, expensive, he entered.

"Perkins where is your erection."

"Sorry Madam, my what?"

"Your penis, Perkins, languishing flacid."

"Yes Madam, my bolt, I fear, is shot."

"Show me."

He fumbled the buttons and extracted the member; it stirred from its slumber.

She slid from the bed and stood before him, then kneeling she breathed her hot breath over him,

His Penis strained, to its full size, she held the jar ready to catch his jism.

"You may wank, Perkins."

She stroked her left breast with her free hand as she held the container,

He gripped his shaft and before he had time to enjoy the experience he shuddered and his thin watery seed tumbled into the Jar.

"You can fuck me if you like" she said.

His tool drooped uselessly.

"That is very disrespectful; I was considered one of the most desirable women in a newspaper poll, remember?"

Sadly he left her,

Her Husband returned and bells rang and in a flurry of activity servants rushed around food was found, his shower checked for temperature, his dresser found the next outfit and prepared to undress then dress him.

She called for Perkins again.

"Well, that indiscipline."

"Madam?"

"Your refusal to fuck me."

"Madam."

"Trousers down Perkins."

He followed her instructions and she rolled a condom on his half erect tool.

Her mouth gripped his shaft and he stiffened slightly then watery sperm oozed and he shrank.

"I am immensely disappointed Perkins."

She drained the condom's contents into a jar.

He bowed hitching up his trousers and left.

She listened with amusement to the faint sounds of argument; she donned an immense full length Dressing Gown, and went to her husband's room.

Perkins' embarrassment was total. His Highness kneeling before him trying with mouth and tongue to stir life from the footman's flaccid prick.

"Is this what you want?"

She held the jar, stale cold congealed spunk oozed down it's sides as she twisted it stirring the contents.

"You bloody selfish bitch"

"Me selfish!"

"I ask you to use the strap on yet you refuse, then you deny me this."

"Because your bloody spunk hits the floor when I do and I want it in me, I want a bloody baby."

"Sir, Madam, May I suggest something, If I were to service his Highness, as he in turn services you."

"You can't get it up."

"His Highness has a strap on in the ante room."

She looked at her husband, he at her and as his hands fumbled to undress her she firmly undressed him and Perkins strapped on the belt with the plastic penis and carefully they arranged themselves, she standing at the end of the ornate four poster bed, bent at the hips so her head and breasts resting on the bed, her arse cheeks spread widein anticipation.

Her husband watched as Perkins strapped the black leather harness around his hips the pink plastic jutting forth proud and rigid, His Highnesses Prick strained with excitement as he inserted it into her waiting cunt her as he stood at the end of the bed taking his weight on his arms as in turn Perkins inserted the well lubricated six inch plastic toy into his Highnesses rectum.

The antique four poster bed groaned with he unaccustomed weight and passion and his Highness pondered whether it was better to give than receive and concluded that both simultaneously was best of all and as his mind overdosed on sexual stimuli he shot his load deep into his willing albeit somewhat squashed wife eager vagina.

"You can stop now Perkins."

Perkins in a world of his own stopped thrusting but his prick had come to life and sprayed watery cum over the back of his masters balls and over her crotch.

"That's all Perkins" he ordered.

"Get a cloth and clean my crotch you filthy little oik" She ordered

And he spent ages cleaning her removing every single trace, he sensed her need

"I shall run your bath Madam"

He ran the bath, Three hundred millimetres exactly, to the pencil mark on the thermometer.

She bathed, luxuriating in the warmth. but stimulated the yearning within her gnawed at her consciousness, sperm had been absorbed but her need for gratification remained unsatisfied.

She called Perkins to dry her, "I need a Cock."

"Hodgkinson the under Chauffeur awaits your pleasure Madam."

Hodgkinson was waiting by the bed, naked except for two condoms rolled onto his generously proportioned prick and his chauffeurs cap, in his hand hiding his manhood.

"Fort I were employed to service cars not service the Mistress."

"Quiet."

"My bit of rough, come fuck me, treat me like a Village girl."

"I tries to treat they like a Princess and be gentle Ma'am but I think I can oblige."

And he lifted her slim form onto her bed and plunged his muscular manhood deep inside her well lubricated hole.

She realised her mistake, he was so muscular strong like an Ox he pounded into her slim frame,

"No be gentle you are too rough."

He slowed obediently, and kissed he neck.

"Servants are not allowed to kiss" Perkins warned.

"Fuck you, you queer" and Hodgkinson took her face in his rough hands and kissed her full on the lips.

Her tongue explored his mouth.

"Don't stop, it's too nice"

She felt his prick twitch, the condoms swell, this was a Man,

Probably the first proper straight man she had ever had, he smelled like a man, sweat with a trace of engine oil.

He withdrew, peeling off the condoms wasting his rich creamy come.

She watched as he dressed silently.

"Can I assist you further Madam."

"No, Thank you Perkins" she replied.

She fell into a contented but troubled sleep.

She dreamed of her as yet un concieved child, in battle, her husbands offspring, leading his men, dwarfed by his sergeant, a rough giant of a man and them running from cover to cover, the athletic soldiers, her child trying but hobbled by genetics, short legs, limited intellect, His genes.

She pulled on a robe and as the clock struck four she left her quarters and sought the under chauffeurs apartment, she heard voices, Sandra the Downstairs front chambermaid was with him, the door was unlocked,

Sandra was kneeling, his prick in her hand, she was licking the length and it was hardening.

She stood up awkwardly as he realised her mistress had walked in.

"Thank you Sandra, would you wait over there please" she instructed and she led Hodgkinson to the bed,

"We forgot to unleash your sperm properly earlier"

And poor little Sandra stood and watched her man pleasuring the Lady of the House as she moaned and whined like a scullery maid on heat.

"Sandra I warned you."

Mrs Grayson, senior maid of the Parlour and Sandra's boss had mde a serious error of judgement, failing to realise the shapely ankles belonged not to a scullery maid but to a former debutant and society beauty, her boss.

"Sorry Ma'am."

"That's alright Mrs Grayson, he can fuck you when he has finished Sandra and I, just shut up all right."

The audience marvelled at their passion, her body moulded perfectly into his, her breasts to his chest and how throughout the intercourse they kissed mouth to mouth,

She knew they were made for each other.

The orgasms wracked both their bodies as one,his seed rushing into her, she prayed it would overwhelm that of her husband and win the race to fertilise her.

She so desired a child like him, strong, yet with her brain and her Husbands power and influence, what a Child that would be.

She rose and went to leave, "You can fuck my Husband if you like."

"No Thank you Madam that last" she stopped, she had admitted too much.

"Yes?"

Sandra giggled.

"He couldn't get it up."

To be Continued