Chapter 5
Melissa lay on her bed with her blonde locks spilling out over the pink satin pillow case. Her ass still throbbed. But the pain felt good.
Perhaps Chuckie had been rather impudent when he had mentioned that he had gotten her out of her bad mood.
But even Melissa Millicent-Forbes herself was not dumb enough to think that she would never demand that the yard boy fuck her up the ass again.
That brutal ass-fucking had felt do good!
And Melissa already was hungering for seconds!
But her hot young sex slave for the evening had already been dismissed!
Melissa sighed and ran her hand down her ravaged buttcrack.
How she wished she had not gotten rid of Chuckie so soon!
When they fucked in the conventional manner, she usually forced the hot young stud to ravage her body two, three, perhaps four times in one evening.
Melissa was always hungering for sex!
But she sure had blown it this time!
She had forced Chuckie to leave her bedchambers.
Melissa sighed.
How she loved this life of luxury; sex any time she demanded it-even if it was only with the hired help.
Bojangles!
Dear, dear Bojangles with the ten inch cock! He was so good to her as far as fucking was concerned.
But he really was nothing but a dumb darkie.
A dumb, refined darkie.
But a darkie all the same.
Melissa began to drift off to sleep.
The affects of the champagne earlier that afternoon and the brutal fuckings by both her chauffeur and the yard boy had made her very tired indeed.
The young girl closed her eyes.
And suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Melissa sprang up in her bed.
Who the fuck was knocking at her door?
"Who's there?" she called out.
The door opened.
Standing in the threshold were Bernard and Edna-Louise.
Melissa trembled with rage.
"What the fuck are you two doing in my private bedroom?" she screamed, pulling up the pink sheets to hide her exposed breasts.
"Wei I, ma'am, we just wanted to talk to you about a few things, if you don't mind," Edna-Louise said.
"I certainly do mind, you little whore!" Melissa snapped. "Now close my door and get your asses down to the servant quarters where you belong! You have no right to disturb me during my beauty sleep!"
"Beauty sleep?! " exclaimed the Scandinavian beauty. "But it's only eight o'clock in the evening! And you usually don't get up until noon at the very earliest! You must sure need quite a lot of beauty sleep!"
"Shut your sluttish little mouth up!" Melissa growled. "I can get you fired for a rude comment like that. And don't you forget it. In fact, I'm going to get you fired anyway for the disgusting display of desperate, bestial sex I saw earlier this evening in the larder!"
"I don't zink zo, Mademoiselle," Bernard said.
"And just what the fuck do you think you're talking about?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, Miss Millicent-Forbes," Edna-Louise said. "We have come up here to tell you exactly why you cannot fire us!"
Melissa snorted with contempt.
"How dare you filthy servants come up to my private chambers and tell me why I can't fire you! Just walking in here is enough reason for Daddy to kick you out on your asses!"
"Perhaps normally," Edna-Louise continued. "But not in this instance."
Melissa seethed.
She stared at the golden nordic beauty with hatred.
How Melissa despised Edna-Louise! "What the fuck are you talking about."
"I'm talking about that antique Grecian urn ... you remember?" Melissa froze.
Two months before, she had invited a few members of the Los Angeles football team over for an orgy when her parents had been vacationing in Tahiti.
During a particularly violent fucking session, one of the damn stupid jocks had knocked over her mother's prized urn and had smashed it into a hundred or more tiny slivers of clay.
Mother had not been pleased.
Melissa had ordered the servants to keep their mouths shut as to how the accident had occurred.
Melissa's mother loved her little daughter.
But only so much.
If Mrs. Millicent-Forbes ever found out who had broken her priceless ancient urn, and under what particularly sordid circumstances, Melissa would never hear the end of it.
"What are you talking about?" the little blonde girl asked, growing a deathly pale shade.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Edna-Louise said. "If you want to get us fired, I'm afraid you'll have to deal with your mother's wrath for the rest of your life!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that there are more than ten witnesses to what occurred that evening. You did force us to serve champagne to your ... friends ... that evening. All of the servants in the house staff are prepared to stand behind me if things come to that."
Melissa stared.
Edna-Louise continued.
"Everyone knows that it was you, or rather, your football friends, that broke that urn. And Mrs. Millicent-Forbes will be quite interested to hear under what circumstances the accident occurred, I'm sure. So you better keep your trap shut about Bernard and I, or...."
"ARE YOU THREATENING ME??!! "
"Yes, I most certainly am!"
"Bernard, talk some sense into this slut!"
"But I am afraid, Mademoiselle, that I am on her zide. Why you wizh to get her fired iz beyond me. Cannot you two live together in total harmony? I am quite willing to fuck both of you whenever you need my thick, uncut cock!"
Melissa thought.
Edna-Louise really did have her between a rock and a hard place.
Mother would never let Melissa forget her indiscretions!
She would have to keep the true story about the broken urn a secret at all costs!
"Get your asses in here," Melissa snapped, angry that the servants had gotten the best of her for the first time in all her fourteen years.
Bernard and Edna-Louise entered the private bedchambers of Melissa Millicent-Forbes.
"Yes?" Edna-Louise asked.
"Take your clothes off. Both of you!"
Bernard and Edna-Louise looked at one another in shock.
"Mais, pourquoiV Bernard demanded to know. "Ja, why?" Edna-Louise repeated.
"Because Chuckie just fucked me, but I'm desperate for more. And I know I've never had another girl in my life, but at this moment I feel so horny I'll take any naked body that passes my way! So take your clothes off!"
Bernard and Edna-Louise exchanged glances once again.
"NOW!"
Bernard closed the door to Melissa's bedroom. "If you insist, Mademoiselle," Bernard said. "I most certainly do."
"Okay...."
Edna-Louise's plan was working perfectly. The Norwegian kitchen maid had seen Melissa staring at her tits with envy. With jealousy. And also with lust.
She knew that it she and Bernard entered Melissa's room and presented the little brat with an ultimatim such as they had just done, she would have been unable to refuse.
And, realizing how hungry for sex the young nymphomaniac was, it only stood to reason that she would demand that the very handsome couple join her in bed.
After just one three-way orgy with Bernard and Edna-Louise, Melissa's libido would have been unable to let the servants go!
She would definitely want to keep them on the staff to satisfy her every desires!
Bernard, obviously, was willing.
Edna-Louise herself didn't really relish the taste of pussy too much, but some sacrifices had to be made!
She didn't want to be sent back to Oslo only to be relegated to the position of a go-go dancer or a call girl once again!
Edna-Louise pulled the dainty black mini-skirt from her slender hips.
Bernard took off his apron.
In seconds, both servants were totally naked and crawling into bed with their mistress.
Melissa beamed in delight.
"I always hated you, Edna-Louise."
"I know, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
"But I must admit you are almost as beautiful as I am."
"I know, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
"And I've never been with another woman before...."
"I know, Miss Millicent-Forbes."
"How the fuck do you know?"
"Well, I don't really know. I always suspected, though...."
"You saw me staring at your big tits, then?. "
"Yes, ma'am. All the time. In the kitchen, in the hallway, in the dining room."
"No need to elaborate, ass-hole. Just start licking my pussy."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And you, Bernard...."
"Mademoiselle?"
"You can shove your cock down my throat."
"Mademoiselle!"
"I know! I know; it's not usual for me to do anything nice for you. I always force you to fuck me. But I haven't tasted good, hot come in a while. And I like French come best of all!"
"Ires bien!"
Edna-Louise did as her mistress instructed.
The pink satin sheets were thrown back and Melissa's firm, tender body was exposed to the very interested eyes of the two servants.
Edna-Louise immediately got to work on Melissa's pussy.
The delicate, pink pussy lips were hidden underneath a luscious bush of soaking pubic hairs.
They looked mighty delicious!
Just as delicious as the spaghetti Bernard had just served to Melissa's father in the dining room moments before.
Edna-Louise stuck her tongue out.
The moist, pink flesh dug between Melissa's pussy lips.
The young girl gurgled in rapture and spread her legs to allow theNorwegian whore to use her best aim.
During her life as a call girl in Oslo, Edna-Louise had been forced to jump in the sack with many old, wrinkled females.
Their cunts had been horrible.
Old.
Wrinkled. Smelling of fish.
And although Norwegians ate fish regularly with wild abandon, Edna-Louise had never cared much for the smell and taste of ancient female pussy.
Melissa's cunt, however, was a different story.
A different story entirely!
Edna-Louise groaned in delight as she ran a suddenly eager tongue between the trembling twat lips of her mistress.
"JAH I love this pussy! It tastes so good!"
"You're damn right it does! I have the best fucking pussy in the United States of America!"
Modesty was never once of Melissa Millicent-Forbes' best qualities.
But on this once certain point, Edna-Louise had to agree that she found her mistress quite possibly might be right.
She slurped.
She licked.
She ran her tongue delicately along the muff lips with increasing vigor. Bernard straddled Melissa's face. Melissa looked up and gasped in delight.
She had never seen the French chef from this angle before!
His huge balls swung lewdly before her fuck-starved eyes.
His ass jutted out lusciously.
His cock stood stiff and hard, inches from Melissa's blue eyes.
"Come on, ass-hole!" she urged. "Shove that cock down my throat! I want to taste thick, hot cock-meat!"
"Mais oui, Mademoiselle."
Bernard pulled back the sheaf of skin that covered his blood-engorged head.
He shoved the throbbing member into Melissa's mouth.
The thick shaft of uncut meat passed between Melissa's parted, pink lips.
She began to suck on the chef's cock.
Bernard shoved every last inch of his cock down Melissa's throat.
She eagerly took it all.
Bernard was quite surprised.
For being a novice a this cock-sucking business, Melissa was deep-throating his rod as if she had been working Sunset Strip all of her life!
"You like zis? You like my big cock down your throat?"
Melissa, of course, could not answer the question with a mouth full of cockmeat.
But her pretty blue eyes widened and she nodded her head vigorously. Bernard winced.
As Melissa's head bobbed back and forth, he felt his shaft being pushed in both directions quite brutally.
But the hot French stud could take it all.
Just as Melissa could take his entire cock down her greedy gullet.
Her lips wrapped around the throbbing shaft and began to suck harder and harder.
Melissa's cheeks hollowed out she was sucking so hard.
Her pretty face became red.
Her eyes bulged with lust.
Bernard began to slide his shaft in and out of his mistress' mouth.
Edna-Louise, meanwhile, was practically excavating Melissa's cunt with her tongue.
Melissa was amazed at how far down the Norwegian kitchen maid's tongue could travel.
With deft little strokes, Edna-Louise licked at the tender pussy walls of Melissa's twat.
She dug in deeply.
Melissa's thighs writhed in orgasmic delight.
That kitchen maid sure could eat pussy as well as she could suck Bernard's and Melissa's father's cocks!
Melissa stuck her pelvis forward so that Edna-
Louise could dig down deeper.
The little blonde bitch would have screamed in rapture as the tongue touched places that had never been explored before.
Edna-Louise was a pro!
Melissa made a mental note to visit the kitchen very, very often after the evenings activities were through!
Perhaps even Fanny, the house maid, would be able to help her rise in the morning with a hot pussy-eating session!
Melissa had always hated bull dykes, but the sensations she was feeling between her sweaty thighs was sending spasms of fuck-hungry pleasure coarsing throughout her entire body!
Bernard's cock kept thrusting down Melissa's cock.
It had been quite a while since Melissa had had a mouth full of cock.
She decided she really must take up the practice once again!
The French man's cock tasted so good!
She could have slurped that hot fuck tool for hours!
But already Bernard was showing signs of reaching his limit.
His muscles were beginning to tense.
His hips continued thrusting savagely, but Melissa could sense that the man was desperately attempting to hold back the thick stream of jism that would soon burst from his rod.
Melissa certainly did not wish the swarthy, sexy French chef to hold out much longer!
She was just dying to taste that creamy jism!
That luscious come!
That savory fuckjuice!
Melissa's cunt suddenly erupted with a fresh burst of pussy juice.
Her entire body exploded with fuck-starved delight.
"Oh, Mademoiselle, I do not think I can hold out much longer!" Bernard gasped. "Iz it okay if I shoot my load down your throat?"
Melissa showed her acceptance by a forceful nodding of the head.
She would like nothing better!
Of course!
Bernard should have realized by that point that she wanted nothing better than the taste of his creamy fuckwad down her throat!
She longed to lap down his load!
Slurp down his jism!
And suddenly she got the chance.
"SACRE BLEU!!! " the French chef wailed.
And Melissa's mouth was suddenly filled to the brim with load after load of hot, sticky jism.
The young girl gulped.
She gurgled.
She swallowed with wild abandon.
With fuck-hungry pleasure!
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!! " grunted Bernard as he spilled his fuckseeds deep down his mistresses throat.
Edna-Louise continued to lap away at the moist, fertile fields of Melissa's cunt.
Those pussy juices tasted so good!
But not as good as the delectable fuckjuice that was pouring down Melissa's throat in gallons!
Melissa lapped up as much of the creamy come as she possibly could.
But tiny dribblets of the funky stuff spurted from between her perky pink lips and dripped down her chin.
Dribbled down her neck.
Came to rest at the top of her breasts.
Melissa's hands shot out and her slender fingers rubbed the creamy jism into her smooth skin.
She continued to gurgle in delight.
And then it was all over.
Bernard's supply of jism had been depleted.
The French man pulled his cock out of the young girl's mouth.
His uncut meat was stiff for a few seconds more, then gradually began to deflate.
Edna-Louise's tongue withdrew from between Melissa's pussy lips.
All three fell onto the sheets, panting and sweating in post-orgasmic rapture.
Stars seemed to dance before Melissa's young eyes.
Bojangles' big black cock up her cunt.
Chuckle's dick up her ass.
Bernard's uncut meat in her mouth.
And Edna-Louise's expert tongue down her pussy.
What a wonderful bunch of servants there were at Millicent-Forbes Manor!
"Well, Mademoiselle, perhapz we zhould leave you alone to dezide wether or not you are going to tell your father about our...."
"Indiscretions," Edna-Louise supplies.
"Mercie. About out indizcretionz thiz evening...."
"Shit, no!" Melissa gasped. "As far as I'm concerned, you two can stay on the staff even if you're convicted of assassinating the president!"
"Why, thank you, ma'am!" Edna-Louise beamed. "That's very nice of you!"
"And what you did to my twat tonight was very nice of you!" Melissa added.
Bernard and Edna-Louise looked at one another proudly.
Their plan had worked out better than they could have possibly imagined!
Now they would both be able to revel in the maidenly delights of young Melissa Millicent-Forbes any time of the day or night!
No more sordid groping around in the larder during the evening while the water for Blake Millicent-Forbes' spaghetti simmered on the stove!
"Now you two must really get back to your quarters," Melissa murmured. "It's been a very long day and I am quite honestly ready to drop at this moment!"
"We understand, Mademoiselle," Bernard said.
The two servants slid from the bed and began to reclothe themselves.
"And we shall be more than eager to service you any time you need!" Edna-Louise added, pulling on her bra.
"I can't ... fucking ... wait ... " Melissa murmured.
The fourteen year old millionaire's daughter closed her eyes.
Soon she drifted off to slumber land.
Bernard and Edna-Louise crept silently out of the young girl's bedchambers.
Edna-Louise put out the light.