Chapter One
The Master woke early as was his custom and threw the heavy blankets from the bed. He stood and stretched, thinking lazily about what he could do that day, he had no particular plans, other than the visit of his daughter and her husband, but he was harbouring lustful thoughts about the new scullery maid.
It wasn't unusual for the Master to harbour such thoughts. Born in a position of privilege over sixty years earlier he had always had his way with any female he desired. Not because of his charm and good looks however since he was lacking in both of those areas, particularly the former, but because of the enormous wealth and the power he wielded because of it.
He had always possessed a high sex drive and even the advancing years hadn't diminished his ardour or fondness for the female form, whatever shape, size or age, so the tender, young scullery maid was perfect for the randy old goat and would be totally powerless to resist any advances that he might make towards her.
The Master pulled the chamber pot from under the bed and pissed a stream of urine into the porcelain bowl. The fact that drops of the stuff splashed out onto the carpeted floor didn't concern him in the slightest; as long as the mess was cleaned he couldn't give a damn.
Naked, the Master made his way to his washbowl, which had been filled with warm water and left for him by the butler earlier. He washed his hairy, white skinned body and scrawny limbs and then called for his dresser to assist him with the task of dressing. 'Archer!!' he shouted. 'Archer,' he repeated when there was no response to the call. 'Damned fool man, where are you?' he continued rudely.
At that very moment Archer was in the Lady's chamber attending to her needs. Although the Lady had maidservants that were employed to attend to her, they couldn't provide the services that Archer could. The Lady was knelt on her bed at that moment, taking her weight on her hands and knees with Archer knelt at her rear. He was gripping the Lady's broad hips with both hands and was feeding his thick prick into the Master's wife as she knelt, her arse high in the air, inviting the young man to fuck her.
'Oh Archer that dos feel heavenly,' the Lady moaned as she enjoyed the servant's attention.
A moment later the chamber door opened and an angry Master strode onto the room, he was still naked, his long cock dangling between his hairy thighs. 'Damnation man,' he shouted at his manservant. 'You're employed to help me, not to tup that slut wife of mine.' The Master turned and left he room, totally unconcerned that his wife was being taken by his servant, leaving his wife with Archer, the man's cock buried inside her hungry quim.
Archer pulled his penis from the voluptuous Lady and repaired his clothing, tucking his hard prick back into his trousers reluctantly.
'Oh Archer, I'm burning for you,' the Lady said as she rolled onto back and spread her thighs wide. She was massaging her sex as Archer left the room to attend to the task of dressing the Master, rubbing the folds of her labia lazily as he departed, closing the door behind him.
Archer had been in the employ of the household for 25 years, since he was 14. He had started in the kitchens but had worked his way up to the position he now held mainly because the Lady had noticed what a fine specimen of a man he was and had seduced him shortly after his 18th birthday, when she herself was only 23. The Lady had only been married for 4 years at that time but she was already well versed in perversion due to an early initiation at the hands of her depraved husband. The Master was fully aware of the relationship between Archer and his cock hungry wife and he often spied on the couple as they fornicated in the Lady's chamber. The Master enjoyed seeing his wife take pleasure from the virile man's prick and would usually masturbate whilst watching her big breasts wobble and swing as she fucked.
He was able to spy so efficiently due to the network of passageways and spy holes that he had had built into the house when it was under construction. These passageways were known only to him and allowed him to roam through the house at will, enabling him to spy indiscriminately upon anyone he chose.
After dressing the Master ate a hearty breakfast, his wife sitting opposite him at the long table. The new scullery maid Amy, served the food, and the Master watched the young girl move with lust in his eye as she fetched and carried. 'You filthy old letch,' the Lady said when Amy was out of the room. 'The girl is only 19, don't tell me you're going to stick your old prick into that sweet thing?' she continued, a look of disdain on her beautiful features.
'My dear,' replied the Master. 'You have your fun with Archer and I will take my pleasure where I wish to,' he said as Amy appeared once more. The Master forked egg into his mouth and watched Amy with predatory eyes. He could have the young girl whenever he wanted but the waiting would make the eventuality so much sweeter as he conjured up images of the girl naked in his mind's eye. He imagined her in her tiny chamber high up in the house and he shivered with sweet anticipation at the pleasure he would have as he spied upon her lithe body.
The Lady sniffed with disdain and turned to her own breakfast, ignoring her husband for the duration of the meal as he smiled wickedly to himself, scheming and plotting his seduction of Amy.
Once she'd finished the Lady made her way out to the stables. She was dressed in her riding clothes, intending to take a leisurely ride, the morning being so fine. She was sexually frustrated due to her husband's ill timed interruption earlier and a ride might go some way towards relieving her pent up sexual urges.
Chapter Two
The Lady rode out along the lanes and fields of the estate. It was a clear blue morning, the sun rising higher and warming the air comfortably as she rode. It was such a fine day and the scene was so pleasant that the Lady eventually decided to take a short rest. Tethering the horse she walked along to a nearby copse and arranged her skirts so that she could sit and soak up the sun's warming rays.
As she sat on the soft, green carpet of the copse the Lady thought about Archer's long cock and how beloved she felt as the servant slid it into her body. Her husband denied her affection altogether but the gorgeous Archer was a superb lover, knowing how to take her to the heights of orgasmic bliss with his fingers, tongue and of course his fat prick. The Lady's quim began to clench and moisten at her dirty thoughts, she was also still feeling frustrated from her interrupted fuck. That frustration, coupled with the feelings she got whilst riding meant that the Lady was aching with desire for fulfilment.
She thought further about the sensations in her groin when she was atop the saddle and the warmth she felt between her legs as the powerful horse moved below her. Thinking about the horse brought back memories from summers gone by when she'd witnessed a stallion covering a mare, about how huge the stallion's cock was as it reared up in excitement and how the mare would often fight and struggle as she tried to avoid being penetrated before she eventually succumbed to the inevitable.
Finally her wild thoughts made her reckless with passion and the Lady threw caution to the wind, almost without realising the Lady had pulled her skirts up around her broad hips and her underclothes down over her thighs as she'd been daydreaming. No one was likely to be out on the estate so early in the day, it was quite private and remote and her husband's reputation for cruelty kept most poachers and trespassers away.
