The Semen Trilogy Ch. 01


Emily knelt on the fire, sweeping the ashes and cleansing the grate. The hour was nonetheless early and the good home was principally silent, aside from the muted hustle and bustle of different home workers quietly going about their morning chores.

She was wearing a conservative black costume, her white apron and cap, and plain black sneakers. Beneath she wore a chemise, and drawers that had been cut up, partly to make utilizing the privy a brisk course of.

However the slit in her drawers was additionally to make Lord Osborne’s use of her a brisk course of. The yr was 1903 and, as an 18yr previous maid, Emily had no alternative however to place up together with his Lordship’s common use of her rear passage for his reduction. It solely took his Lordship a couple of minutes. Nicely, until Woman Osborne was out for a experience, by which case he would indulge himself slightly longer.

She completed cleansing the grate and commenced sweeping and dusting the corridors, listening to the sounds of the family step by step waking up. The noise of doorways opening and shutting, gruff voices, occasional feminine laughter. Finally she heard Lord Osborne’s heavy bootsteps descending the primary staircase.

She’d been summoned to his examine inside her first week. His proposal was non-negotiable. She can be dismissed for theft or she may preserve her job and take care of what he referred to as his ‘wants’. She would have to be obedient and discreet.

Emily had no alternative however to simply accept his phrases.

She subsequently discovered that Lord Osborne was 50yrs previous. He had gray hair, mutton chops and whiskers, and a considerable stomach. His spouse did not ‘take care of him’ so he informed Emily that he felt no disgrace availing himself of a younger maid. However to keep away from any ‘undesirable occasions’, he would limit himself to her mouth and backside. Her maidenhead should stay intact.

He made use of her most days. Certainly one of her duties was to wash his examine. It was a big booklined room, like a library, with a mahogany desk, a number of armchairs and a settee. She would elevate her woollen costume and current her bottom to him. Then he’d half her drawers and prise open her buttocks together with his sturdy thumbs.

The primary time harm terribly. And she or he wasn’t clear sufficient. He berated her and demanded that she preserve herself douched. The second time harm barely much less. Inside a month she may soak up his prodigious member with out an excessive amount of struggling. He often solely required a few minutes to fill her rectum together with his seed.

When her ladyship was out, he would enable himself longer. First, Emily needed to kneel and put her mouth spherical his factor. He informed her what to do; lengthy slurping caresses along with her lips and tongue, altering rhythm sometimes, and depth. He preferred poking the again of her throat one second and sliding his hardness alongside her gums the subsequent. Finally he would attain his climax. She needed to acquire his essence on her tongue after which swallow it down whereas he watched.

Then he’d dismiss her with out one phrase of thanks.

Emily had picked up what the workers referred to as ‘the info of life’ from ribald conversations within the kitchen. Jess, the plump cook dinner, was notably impolite. Highly effective males usually most popular mouths and bottoms in order that there was no danger of illegitimate kids and the gossip that went with it. Her candid revelation planted a seed in younger Emily’s thoughts.

On that fateful day, at ten thirty precisely, she knocked on the door of his Lordship’s examine. He was sat at his desk, studying the Instances. He did not even converse. He merely gestured to her customary spot beside his chair. Emily knelt down and undid his breeches, easing them down his bushy legs.

After 5 minutes or so of laborious sucking and slurping, he cuffed her ear and pointed on the desk. She draped herself over the polished floor and felt him half her drawers.

“Nngh …” she grunted, as he penetrated her roughly.

“Shush.” He hissed, slapping her buttock as a warning. “If you wish to preserve your job.”

She grimaced and braced herself in opposition to his fierce thrusts. It would not take lengthy. She’d counted the times fastidiously. Jess had defined concerning the feminine cycle.

“Ggrrrrrmmmmm …” she felt his final deep thrust and his heat fluid soiling her. He grunted and rested on her again for just a few seconds.

When he’d climbed off her and returned to his chair, she clenched her buttocks collectively and straightened her apron and costume.

She bobbed an immaculate curtsey. “Thanks, your Lordship.”

He’d already returned to his Instances newspaper. He did not reply.

Emily retreated and walked briskly to a brush cabinet within the hall. Closeted inside, she put her arm below her costume and cupped her left hand below her buttocks. When she had slightly puddle of his aristocratic seed in her palm, she smeared it throughout her proper fingertip.

Then Emily Seaman pushed her semen-coated finger as far up her vagina as she may.

To be continued in Half Two of three components.