Chapter 3
"Edna-Louise."
"Ja, Bernard?"
"Could you please pass me ze garlic press?"
"Certainly, Bernard."
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
The kitchen of the Millicent-Forbes Manor was a veritable United Nations, what with a French chef and a kitchen maid from Norway.
But although the two foreigners might have had a bit of difficulty in understanding one another as far as speaking was concerned, Bernard and Edna-Louise were more than capable of understanding the non-verbal communications that occurred between them.
On a regular basis, the swarthy French man and the buxom Scandinavian blonde attacked one another in the larder with fingers trembling with lust and lips trembling with passion.
They were forced to keep their relationship clandestine, for Blake Millicent-Forbes, Melissa's father, had a habit of inviting Edna-Louise up to his bedroom when his wife was away on a shopping trip to Europe and fucking the poor girl's brains out.
Not that Edna-Louise particularly minded.
The Norwegian girl had worked as a go-go dancer and pricey call girl in Oslo before applying for the position of kitchen maid at Millicent-Forbes Manor.
She quite enjoyed being fucked by both the moody, brilliant chef and the master of the household!
Hell, she reveled in the feel of their thick dicks ravaging her soaking twat!
Bernard, of course, was much better looking than Mr. Millicent-Forbes. The moody, brilliant chef was six foot two of brawny musculature.
His hair was long and black.
His eyes were deep-set and bored into Edna-
Louise's very soul when he stared at her with fuck-hungry lust.
His facial features were gaunt and haggard, which gave him the air of once having been a cute little boy when he was young.
But Bernard was no little boy any longer.
He was a man.
A strapping, handsome, sexy French man who liked a regular dose of tasty pussy meat.
And Edna-Louise was always willing to feel his thick nine inches of uncut meat pounding between her legs.
Edna-Louise had been raised in the tundra of Norway, and she boated the flawless complexion of a face-cream advertisement girl.
Her high cheekbones were accentuated by her ruby red lips, which always seemed to be pursed into a little pout.
A pout that begged to be kissed.
Her boobs were almost as luscious as little Melissa Millicent-Forbes', which meant that the spoiled brat despised the kitchen maid with every fiber of her slutty, bouncy body.
Melissa had tried to get Edna-Louise fired on many occasions.
But no matter how many tantrums Melissa had, no matter how many times she stamped her tiny feet indignantly, and screamed and cried for her father to dispose of the maid, Blake Millicent-Forbes was not about to give up his hot piece of ass to satisfy his daughters desires.
So Edna-Louise remained the kitchen maid of Millicent-Forbes Manor.
Which pleased her to no end.
She loved working day by day with the sexy French chef, watching with breathless delight as his big, strong hands kneaded dough and chopped up onions.
Edna-Louise handed her lover the garlic press.
She sat down on a kitchen table beside Bernard.
Her legs were spread apart suggestively.
Edna-Louise had damn good-looking gams!
They were long and shapely and went almost up to her armpits!
At that moment, they were encased in white stockings that contracted with the tiny black mini-dress that Blake Millicent-Forbes insisted she wear around the house.
A frilly apron graced the front of the skirt.
And that frilly apron was raised more than once a week as the master of the house prepared to strip the gorgeous blonde beauty's clothes from her in the privacy of his bedchambers at night.
Edna-Louise sighed.
Bernard looked up from squeezing the garlic. "What is ze matter?" he asked in that sexy, husky voice of his.
"Oh, Bernard ...! don't know," Edna-Louise replied.
"Zomezing must be wrong. Otherwise you no zigh in zis manner."
"Ja, you are right."
"Well? What iz it."
"It's, well ... it's...."
"Alors! We do not have all day to play zeze games! I must prepare the spaghetti zauce supreme for ze master and Mizz Melizza."
"Ja, Bernard. I know. And that is the problem."
"Qu'et-ce que tu m'as dit? Ze spaghetti zauce? Ze spaghetti sauce iz ze problem?"
"No. It's that little tramp."
"Mizz Melizza?"
"Yes."
"What iz ze matter with Mizz Melizza? I think she iz a very nice little girl!"
Edna-Louise suddenly burst into tears.
"Ach, you would! You would!" the woman wailed.
Bernard looked down at Edna-Louise in surprise.
"Did I zay zomezing wrong?? "
"Yes! Melissa Millicent-Forbes is not a nice little girl! That little slut is lying about me right and left to everybody on the staff! She told Fanny the house maid yesterday that she caught me and that horrible black man, Bojangles, engaging in ... in ... sex in the garage!"
"And what iz ze matter with zat?"
"But I didn't! Bernard, you know I would never touch a black man in my life! Any other man, probably. Any handsome man, definitely!! But not a black man! And a mere chauffeur at that! Why, he doesn't even have proper quarters in the house like the rest of us! He must stay in his apartment above the garage!"
Edna-Louise sniffed and sobbed and dabbed at her eyes with a paper towel.
"I hate that cheap whore so much! She just wants to get me fired because I have better looking tits than her! And better legs, too!"
Bernard looked at Edna-Louise, perplexed.
"Mon Dieu! And how can she zay zat? She iz only fourteen years old!"
"Ja, she is fourteen years old and has already been fucked by nearly every goddamn guy in the entire state!"
"Zo she iz unusually horny for her age. Why should she hate you for zat?"
"Because..because ... oh, I don't know! I guess she is just jealous!"
"And I can zee why!"
Bernard glanced down at the creamy mounds that rose and feel each time Edna-Louise would engage in a new bout of sobbing.
Edna-Louise quit crying and glanced up at the French man with tear-stained eyes.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Tut alors! Of course I do!"
Bernard put down the garlic and the garlic press and kneaded Edna-Louise's left boob lewdly.
Edna-Louise beamed in delight at the feel of the man's firm hands groping obscenely at her flesh.
"Bernard," she said. "You've fucked both of us many times already. Be truthful with me now. Who is better? She or me?"
"Oh, you, ma petite choulette!" Bernard exclaimed, hunching down beside the sexy Scandinavian on the chair with her legs spread like a wild animal in heat.
"Then why haven't you taken me in the larder lately?" Edna-Louise asked.
"Mon Di'eu! But you have been up in ze bedroom of ze master the last few weeks!"
"I suppose your right," Edna-Louise said, her eyes becoming less and less red and her pussy juices beginning to flow as she stared deeply into the swarthy Frenchman's deep-set eyes.
Bernard reached forward and planted a kiss on the beautiful Scandinavian's pouted lips.
Edna-Louise beamed.
"Ach, Bernard! Can't the spaghetti sacre supreme wait a few minutes?" she suddenly panted. "Mr. Millicent-Forbes is cute, and his cock is very big. But I've been hungering for your massive uncut dick for so long now! I just can't concentrate on my work without feeling that huge cock up my hole!"
"You want me to fuck you? Now."
"Please! Please!" the woman begged. "In the larder! Oh, God, please!!! "
"Sacre bleu!" Bernard exclaimed.
He looked over at the unpressed garlic.
The uncooked spaghetti.
The unpeeled tomatoes for the sauce.
Then he looked back at Edna-Louise.
He noticed the woman's full-bodied lips.
Her sparkling blue eyes.
Her young, smooth flesh.
Her massive tits.
Her slender thighs that poked out from underneath her sexy black mini-skirt with the little frilly apron of white.
Bernard felt his cock swell and grow.
He felt the blood surging through his veins.
He cleared his throat.
"Mon Dieu!" he wailed. "We are zo far behind with ze spaghetti zuace supreme! But my cock iz randy and willing and ready to shove up your pretty little puzzy!"
Edna-Louise wailed with glee.
She clasped her hands together in ecstasy.
She hugged the swarthy French stud.
"Ach, let us be on our way to the larder, then," she said. "We must certainly not waste another minute!"
"We wazte another minute and ze master come into the kitchen to find out where his zupper iz!"
"Come on, then!" Edna-Louise urged. "Come on!"
She tugged at the chef's arm.
Bernard threw his hands up in surrender.
"Allons-y toute de suite!"
"Ja, we certainly must hurry!"
Edna-Louise giggled like a school girl and ran with tiny steps to the larder.
She threw open the door.
The smell of fresh fruit and vegetables attacked her nostrils.
She sniffed in delight.
"I love the smell of this room!" she said, as Bernard swaggered behind her, his cock throbbing painfully under his clean white apron.
"And why iz zat?"
"Because the smell of bananas and cucumbers and summer gourds reminds me of you, my love!"
"Ah! Je vols maintenant!"
Edna-Louise began unbuttoning her frilly white blouse with trembling fingers.
"Close the door!" she whispered. "We don't want anyone to see us! The master would fire me for sure!"
"I bet he would, if he knew ze head chef waz taking a pieze of hiz own private pieze of azz!" Bernard slammed the door shut as the water for the spaghetti began to boil on the stove.
The two fuck-hungry servants were bathed in darkness.
"Shall I turn on ze light?"
"No. Let's fuck in the dark!" Edna-Louise breathed. "I like it better that way!"
"Whatever you zay."
Edna-Louise had thrown her blouse to the larder room floor.
She dug at the back of her bra and attempted to strip the undergarment from her chest.
Bernard reached down and pulled his apron from his muscular thighs.
He flung it to the floor.
He reached for his zipper.
He thrust it down.
The French chef pulled down his pants.
He thrust down his underwear.
Bernard's thick, nine inch cock sprang into the air at the exact same moment that Edna-Louise undid her bra and her boobs spilled out onto her chest.
"Feel my big tits!" she breathed. "Feel zem? I cannot even find zem in ze dark like zis!"
"Here they are!" Edna-Louise moaned, reaching out and grabbing the French man's firm hands.
She shoved his hot, sweaty palms that had been laboring over the masters' meals all day long onto her sizzling breastflesh. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Good."
"Mais oui!"
"Better than the flabby tits of that little slut Melissa Millicent-Forbes."
"Naturellement!"
"And I bet they taste better than hers, too. Right."
"Right."
"So why don't you taste them? Why don't you suck them."
"Ze pleazure iz mine!"
Bernard wrapped his sensuous European lips around Edna-Louise's sensuous European tits.
That boobflesh sure did taste good!
A bit too salty, perhaps, for Bernard's cultured tongue, but that didn't matter!
He ran his moist tongue along Edna-Louise's cleavage, reveling in the sensation of traveling between her mountainous globes.
His thick finger felt underneath the black miniskirt that Edna-Louise had not had time to remove.
He pulled down the kitchen maid's white stockings.
They fell to her ankles.
Bernard shoved his hand up the skirt once again.
He gasped as his trembling fingers came into contact with hot, moist muffmeat.
"AAAHHHHH!! " Edna-Louise gasped. "Do that again, my love! Shove those thick fingers of yours up my twat!"
Edna-Louise's cunt burned with lust.
It burned with lust for Bernard's cock.
For Bernard's thick, uncut slab of French fuck-meat.
Bernard wriggled his fingers around deep up the squirming girl's fertile fields.
"OOOOHHH!!! Rub my clit!! Please!! Rub my little clittie with those strong fingers, Bernard!"
Bernard was happy to oblige the command.
Edna-Louise's clitoris throbbed and pulsated.
The tiny shaft above her labia almost wriggled with delight as the man rubbed it gently with his fingertips.
"Ahhh, and now I muzt fuck you!" Bernard gasped. "So soon?"
"Mais oui!! Do not forget, ma petite choulette, that the spaghetti zauce supreme is still waiting!"
"Silly me!" Edna-Louise giggled.
Bernard thrust the buxom blonde beauty up against the shelves of fruits and vegetables.
A kumquat teetered on the top shelf and landed on Edna-Louise's blonde head.
The woman could barely feel it.
She was on another planet, floating in another galaxy as Bernard hiked her mini-skirt above her hips and prepared to straddle her up against the wall.
Bernard shoved his uncut cock up Edna-Louise's cunt.
The girl squealed in delight.
"JAM IAM That feels so good! Shove that big pole all the way up my twat!"
"Zat iz what I waz planning to do!"
The nine inches slid gently between the twitching pussy lips of Edna-Louise's fuck-starved cunt.
Edna-Louise's pussy squelched in delight as she was impaled on the massive shaft.
"OOOHHHW You're so much better than the master!"
"And you're zo much better zan ze mistrezz!"
Bernard bucked forward with his strong hips and began to pump his cock up Edna-Louise's fertile fuck fields.
He plummeted with blind fury, shoving so savagely that Edna-Louise was half-afraid that she would start to hyperventilate.
Never before had Bernard fucked her so brutally, so forcefully!
And never before had she felt so good on the receiving end of her sexy stud's bullcock!
As Bernard continued pumping into the hot, moist pussy, his firm hands reached up and began to lewdly grope at Edna-Louise's massive tits once again.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He shoved it down Edna-Louise's throat.
The Scandinavian fuck-queen thrust her hips forward to meet her lover's every pump.
Bernard banged her slender, fresh form back against the shelves of vegetables and fruits every time he plunged back into the dripping abyss of lust.
"Mon Dieul" Bernard exclaimed. "I'm going to zhoot my load!"
"JA! JAAAAAA!!! Fill my pussy full of your hot come!"
"Any minute!"
Bernard could tell that already droplets of pre-come were squirting up the sexy woman's cunt.
His hot geyser of love liquid would soon be bursting forth into the depths of Edna-Louise's cunt.
Just a few humps more.
Bernard gasped.
He grunted.
He groaned.
The veins in his neck bulged with blood as the veins in his cock bulged with come.
He was ready to shoot his load!
He clawed at Edna-Louise's tits.
His fingers dug at the flesh.
They twisted the creamy mounds as Edna-Louise winced.
In rapture.
Suddenly, the door to the larder was thrust open. "ZUT ALORS."
"HILOMLUTU UTSALAH"
"WHATTHE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE???!! "
Bernard and Edna-Louise turned around in horror to see who had so rudely interrupted their steamy fuck session.
Nobody other than little Melissa Millicent-Forbes stood at the threshold.
Her cute features were screwed up in rage.
Her eyes seemed ready to bulge from her sockets.
"Oh, Mizz Melizza...."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! " the young shrew wailed. "I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!! IMMEDIATELY!!!! "
"Well, you see," Edna-Louise began, reaching down with fingers shuddering in terror to retrieve her blouse. "We were just...."
"NOT FROM YOU, YOU UGLY WHORE!! "
"Why, I-"
"YOU'RE GETTING FIRED!! BOTH OF YOU!!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!!! . "
"But, Mizz-"
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY SEX SLAVE!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR COCK UP THAT SILLY WENCH'S CUNT??!! "
"We can explain everything. Really ... " Edna-Louise began.
The Norwegian kitchen maid did not know how on Earth they would ever be able to explain why she and Bernard had stripped off the majority of their clothes and had begun fucking in the darkness of the larder, but she thought they might at least be allowed the courtesy to explain themselves.
Perhaps Bernard could say that the smell of fuck-scented sweat kept the vegetable and fruits fresher for a longer time....
But Melissa Millicent-Forbes was in no mood for explanations.
She slammed the larder door shut and ran out of the kitchen, wailing like a thing possessed.
"What are we going to do now?" Edna-Louise moaned, strapping her boobs back into her bra.
"Je ne sais pas!"
"We're going to be fired for sure! Oh, no! I'll have to back to Oslo and sell my body to those horrid old men all over again!"
Edna-Louise burst into tears and buried her beautiful head in Bernard's strong arms.
"Don't worry, my dear. We'll get out of zis zomehow."
"But how?" Edna-Louise wailed. "The master will never stand for me fooling around with other members of the staff! And that little bitch caught me fucking you! In the middle of the larder no less!"
"Mon Dieu! Ze spaghetti!! " Bernard suddenly moaned.
The French man shove dhis cock back into his pants, pulled them up, grabbed his apron, and ran out of the larder.
Edna-Louise slumped against the wall in the darkness amidst the grapefruits and mangoes and cried her pretty little eyes out. Her life was doomed!
Melissa would get her sent back to the horrors of a whore on the streets of Oslo for sure if she told her father what she had just witnessed!
They must stop her somehow!
But how?
An evil grin suddenly spread across the nordic beauty of Edna-Louise's face.
She knew exactly what should be done!
She dried her eyes, pulled on her blouse, and walked out of the larder, a smile still spread on her face.