Hilda, the buxom blonde

Sir Williard,

It is nearly the hour for me to retire, but I decided to take the time to record the events of the past hour before a night's sleep blurs my memory. I am afraid that I have sunk lower than ever as I become more and more attuned to the local customs of this planet. Sir Williard, I have now started using the hired help to sate the lustful urges brought upon me by this cursed paradise.

My manservant Andrews was at first delighted when I explained my plan to interview the two maids as he helped me dress for dinner. Then after a moment of deep thought, he begged my permission to speak freely. Cognizant of his years of experience I listened carefully to his advice as I changed out of my work clothes. He began with a completely unnecessary warning that I must take care to maintain a clear separation of station between myself and my employees; from the time I was allowed to leave the nursery Sir Williard, my mother has impressed upon me my place in society. More than any of my friends and colleagues I know my place in the multifaceted social structure of our great empire, nonetheless I allowed him to cautioned me against showing favoritism among the girls.

As he helped me into my dinner jacket Andrews explained that his position running the household would become far more difficult if he had to deal with one of the maids feeling more entitled than the other. In fact he recommended, as he finished expertly tying my cravat, that I maintain a stern facade in all my interactions with the employees under my authority at least for the first few weeks. It would be best, he added, if the young impressionable maids in particular were afraid of being disciplined by my hand. I wondered as he spoke, just what manner of discipline he was expecting me to use, or for that matter if he expected me to initiate a more intimate relationship than I was planning, but rather than raise the uncomfortable situation of several nights ago I decided to let the matter be. As it turns out your Lordship, my man knew better than I how the interview might turn out.

Hilda knocked at the door to my study roughly at nine o'clock local time. She was smartly dressed having changed into her best grey uniform frock, with a clean lace trimmed white apron and matching hat that covered only a portion of her strawberry-blonde hair. I pretended to read one of the entries of this very letter for twenty seconds or so to impress upon the girl that I was a busy man taking time from my schedule for this interview. She stood very still, her normally cheerful smile pressed into a respectful demeanor. I raised my eyes and studied her for a few seconds planning just what I wanted to say to the maid. The way her hands were clasped behind her back pressed her bosom tightly against the bodice of her dress stressing the fabric to its limits. I believe that I have described Hilda as 'curvy' in past entries, that does little to describe just how voluptuous a figure she has. Her breasts are truly the size of melons and the way her hips flare out from the young woman's slender waist gave her a undeniable sexual appeal. Her face too was a delight to behold, the girl had clear pale skin, sparkling blue eyes and a small upturned nose; this teenager must have been the beauty of whatever town or village she came from.

I had originally planned to begin by chastising the maid for her unseemly spying the night before, but as nervous as she appeared I instead decided to calm the lovely little thing. I asked her if she was pleased to be in my service and if Mrs. O'Brien was treating her well. She bobbed a curtsy and assured me she most pleased with being in my household. I asked her to tell me about herself, where was she from and about her life on Earth. It turns out that she is not quite as I had supposed from Germany, but a little further to the north in what was once been the kingdom of Denmark. Her father is a fisherman plying his trade in the North Sea and her mother in addition to raising three sons and two girls took in laundry to help supplement the family's income. She spoke about her home and family with a happy nostalgia, and with her growing confidence the familiar smile returned the girl's face showcasing dimples that only added to her charm.

I asked her why she had come to New Thames? If her life had been so pleasant on Earth why had she had been willing to undergo the embarrassment of the application process and risk a far worse life her on Rajah-4. She smiled shyly and answered in one word.

"Hands." She must have seen my confusion because she continued speaking as she moved around the desk to stand by my side. To be honest I did not even realize she had moved until she took my hand in hers and lifted it into the air. "Have you seen the hands of a fisherman, Doctor?" She asked. "They are rough and calloused from pulling ropes and nets, the knuckles are swollen and stiff from the cold water and biting winds, and the nails are broken or black from hard labour." As she spoke her fingers traced along the back of my hand and along the length of my manicured fingers. "I didn't want to marry a fisherman like my mother had Doctor, I have felt those chapped hands on my tits, and I wanted something better." It was at this moment of physical contact that the 'Blush' hit me hard Sir Williard. Until that point I was of course aware of her appeal, but fully under control of my base instincts, but when she held my hand in hers and ran her fingers over mine my manhood swelled painfully against my trousers and I could think of nothing other than the gnarled work-stained hands of a coarse fisherman handling the soft white breasts of this beauty.

I suppose I should have been shocked at a woman's use of the common term for breasts, or at least by her unabashed confession that she had let at least one of the fishermen of her town fondle those giant breasts of hers. But instead I was shocked into silence because Hilda skillfully unbuttoned the bodice of her dress and pulled open the dress freeing her massive twin globes. This was precisely the type of behavior I had vowed not to engage in with my maids and yet when her breasts fell from the dress I reached for the bountiful mounds without hesitation. Hilda murmured in encouragement as I kneaded the smooth orbs and she leaned forward until one of her puckered nipples grazed my cheek. I could feel the flesh pulse when I took it into my mouth and sucked on the teat and there was no doubt that she liked the sensation because her arm wrapped around my head and pulled me deeper into her pillowy bosom.

"I'm no virgin, Doctor." She breathed into my ear as I switched my attention back and forth between her nipples. "I started blossoming by the age of twelve, and it wasn't long after that that the older boys took notice." She surprised me when she slid to her knees between my legs and her hands worked at the row of buttons that held my fly shut. "I use my mouth very well, Sir and the men say I'm nice and tight," Hilda told me with a smile as she freed my manhood, stroking its length delicately with the tips of her fingers "but most of them have wanted to fuck my tits. No?"

That, I am afraid to admit Sir Williard, is precisely what I wanted too. When I stood and the Danish girl rose to her knees my erection rested perfectly in that warm valley; the eager thing knew just what to do, holding her breasts together around my shaft and lubricating the motion of the piston with her saliva as she sucked the purple tip into her mouth each time I breached the soft tunnel of flesh. The soft heat of her breast enveloped me like a heavenly cushion, and the added stimulation of her mouth on the head of my member was divine; within two minutes I had reached my climax pumping my white emission into her mouth and all over her face, neck and bosom.

"Did I please you, Doctor?" She asked me as I stepped back brusquely fastening my fly with difficulty over the still hard member. "I'd be happy to have you again, perhaps..." she smiled hopefully batting her eyes in a way that must have won over many a man "...I could spend the night in your bed. You could enjoy me as many times as you liked?" Her voice lifted softly turning her statement into a question.