Singh must leave for a few days

Dear Diary,

I have but a few days left before my trial period with Wayland is over. While I miss my family and my dear cousin, I just can't imagine going back to life at the estate. We work closely together, and I must say he is an absolute genius! Just yesterday, He burst in on me in the dark of night, pushing the mastrubating manservant in the doorway out of the way (confusing the poor chap greatly), and started laughing hysterically and waving a handful of papers. All of that would have been well and good if I weren't facedown on the bed, with Aga, my so not secret admirer, enjoying the first sensations of his member inside me. I hushed him, and assured him he could continue while Wayland rambled on with a string of numbers. As he casually penetrated me, I tried to make sense of what Singh was saying, but I was obviously distracted.

Sighing, I slipped off of Aga's eager member, and dismissed him with a promise that I'd make it up to him. Poor boy. Some lovely servant girl was about to get a thrashing for sure! The manservant, who I didn't get a good look at, packed up his manhood once the show was over.

"It was electricity, all along!" he exclaimed. I rolled over, wrapping the silk sheet around my nude body. "Soma. I've found it, and now instead of randomly drilling and hoping for the best, I have a way of knowing where to look for it." I perked up. This was incredible news if he was right.

"How then?" I asked, begging him to sit, which he ignored in favor or gnashing about and giggling. It was all quite comical. For a moment I wondered if he'd eaten a Pharmafruit or something and was a been intoxicated.

"Well, you see..." he said, his smile sadly fading. "Well, you see..." He said again, looking at me, and around at my possessions. "I'm sorry, Clara. I just cannot bring myself to tell you, not knowing the particulars of our arrangement." he said. The nerve!

"You don't trust me!" I said, surprised. I sat up, my mouth hanging open. I just couldn't believe it. I'd been sleeping with him for over a month now, working hand in hand in the workshop, sharing dinners and servant girls and everything else; and when it came down to it, he still thought of me as nothing more than a burden that showed up at his door, begging for help; or even worse a spy for my father and the Company.

"Fine. I understand. Send Aga back in on your way out." I said, sounding as mean as I could. He looked at me, frustrated by my reaction. I'm sure he thought I just being an irrational child.

"I have to leave for a few days, perhaps a week at most. The Somatrain schedule is fairly light from here to New Calcutta. I have to present these findings to...my peers." He said. So not only was he not going to share his discovery with me, being that I wasn't equal with him, but he didn't even trust me to travel with him.

"Very well. Send the manservant in too. I suppose you'll be leaving at first light?" I said coldly. He sighed, and nodded. He appeared to want to speak, but was unable to. I watched him walk out of the room. Moments later, Aga returned with Domovar, the manservant whom I could now see, who left the door open behind him.

It was over quickly. I lay there with Aga beside me, his issuance running out of me. He was crying softly. It was his first time. I snuggled up on his thin chest as he thanked me for being so generous. Looking back, I'm sure it was just the feeling of being appreciated, of being wanted, that I was craving. Aga had given me that. I waved Domovar closer to me. It was a short show, and he was surely to be in excess of seminal fluid if left unattended. It would be cruel to treat servants like that.

I swiveled so I was laying across Aga's torso, my bare legs as pale as the moon. I took Domovar's penis between my tender feet, stroking along the shaft with my toes and teasing it with the soft underside. I shook my head slightly when he attempted to part my legs. I didn't want Aga to feel bad about his performance, and the much larger and experienced Domovar would surely have left him feeling like a fool and a failure. I dropped my legs back to the bed, and stroked him with my hand. It wasn't long for him either as he shuffled on tense legs, his breath deep as I stimulated him. He tensed under my ministrations, and gently replaced my hand with his own. Some men have a pressure and a pace they like, I've found. I leaned back, draped over Aga with my back arched, and felt rope after rope of his ejaculate absolutely cover my chest. I felt his warm nectar dripping down my ribs and onto Aga, who kept his composure fairly well.

As he was cumming upon me, I sat up suddenly, and took his cockhead into my mouth. I don't know why as I'm not particularly fond of the taste of semen, but I had to feel the veiny engines and muscles that could send such a ludicrous liquid detonation all over my body. When my tongue touched his shaft, I felt the entire thing swell as just an inordinate amount of ejaculate filled my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could before pulling away, I drifted into a fretful sleep as he ejaculated upon my nude, moonlit body. Cordelia would be proud.

That night, I dreamt I was on an old sailing ship, crossing the windswept waters of the Rajan ocean, seeing the glowing whales and opulescent shells of the Watson turtles swimming below. I dreamt the sea was choppy as I was rocked back and forth, and up and down in the waves. I'm sure it was Aga fucking me in my sleep, hoping I didn't wake up. I was, afterall, laying atop him, my curvy, naked bum pressed against his hardening member. If it was, well, he did a fine job since I slept till morning.