A lady in need

The rest of the week goes by without mayor incidents. You do your best to evade the women of the house, thinking that things are just complicated enough for now. Soon, you will have that scheduled date with doctor Evelyn and that is enough emotion to look forward to. Surprisingly, lady Cassandra herself is the easiest by far to avoid, as she just does not care for any servant. One night you are tasked to bring her a few documents at her study, and your legs tremble at every step inside her realm, but luckily she doesn't even look at you and doesn't say a word when you enter and even less when you leave.

Lily doesn't need to be evaded. She, as the loving soul that she is, understands that you need a bit of peace after these troubled days. You are requested to assist her in the morning every single day, but it's more like going to her chambers to be pampered, and she actually confesses to do this just to save you from more 'unsavoury' requests, as she likes to say. She always has this glass of dense milk ready for you each morning and she always stares at so lovingly as you drink it, remembering you the importance of a good nutrition for a healthy male. She always asks you about the day before and then lets you leave with a kiss.

Lady Amelia, though, she is not so easily evaded, nor as understanding. The brief tenderness you managed to get from her seems to have disappeared below wanton need. You feel her eyes on you every time you work near her. Even when she doesn't say anything or when her actual eyes do not look in your direction. She looks like the same mean and distant woman but you feel the need, like the very air turns denser around her, a storm that is getting closer and closer. It takes her three days to act upon it.

She catches you in one of the Barton's house large corridors, amidst the portraits of her noble ancestors, silent and unseen until it was too late. Soon, you felt your back against the wall and her smell surrounds you. She is sweaty, clothes dirty. Her whole body evokes the feeling of wetness

"You have been evading me." She says.

"I-I..."

"I get it... You want me to beg... You want me to earn that place, to earn your attention... You are such a mean man..." She gets even closer to you and sniffs your manly smell, she needs to close her eyes at the sensation. "I want to beg too... Please Mark, make me beg. Your little cumslut is such a needy woman."

She scares you, you don't know what she wants or who she is when she gets like this. Why can't she just be the nice girl you met the other night? You push her away, she doesn't resist. Soon her own back is the one against the wall and she only moans. You want to apologize for the sudden ****, to say sorry, but her eyes look upon yours in adoration.

"Mark, what are you doing to me? You are killing my sanity, I can't think straight, you have turned me into such a needy bitch... your cock... I haven't touch the other servants, I keep waiting for you each night... but you do not come... But I'm here now. I'm ready to beg... Please, let me."

She goes on her knees in a single move that still retains some of her lost Barton's elegance. There is an ardent plead in her eyes as she undoes your bulgie. You don't know what you want from her anymore, but when you feel her fingers, when your mind begins to anticipate what she is going to do, your dick gets too hard to get away. Your cock knows what it wants. Lady Amelia appears to know too, but at the same time, something tell you that she does not that she too is lost. "Grab my hair." She says once your member is completely exposed before her. "Harder" You yank it hard enough to make her head move back in what must be a really uncomfortable position. But her eyes only ask for more. "Please, fuck my throat. Use me like I'm worthless. Please, I need it, Mark. I need to feel it." You want to tell her that she isn't worthless but a beautiful woman that deserves to be loved, but then she says please one more time and then you are too horny to think about it.

She makes such a deranged moan when your cock enters her mouth, not even your girth can muffle it completely, is like it comes from her very soul. Her legs tremble, has she orgasm already? She moves a hand between her trousers and starts to masturbate like a madman. Her throat receives you warmly, her lips surround your flesh like she tried to kiss it. She barely gags, she only slurps, and soon her split stains her chin, her clothes and the floor, as she eats your cock with hunger.

Once more you feel the conflict rising inside you. It feels so good, but you also feel that this isn't right. You are hurting her, but this is what she wants, why does she looks so happy? Why does she moans when it is only you who is being pleased? Her degenerated sexuality is so tabu, so against what a powerful woman should want... But it just feels so good, she looks so happily. On and on she takes you, lovingly, kissing, singing.

She disengages from you with a loud pop and smiles radiantly, her hand still jerking you, so that you don't loose any hardness. "You know who that is?" She says pointing with her finger to one of the portraits, where you see a stern white haired woman, with a long top hat and a golden monocle. "Lady Rupertha Margaret Barton. A total bitch she was. Once the workers of her coal mines went on a strike and she basically hired the national guard to drop bombs on them. She also expended millions in countering any man's liberation activism and supported the fucking nazis. I'm supposed to be proud to look like her."

She them pointed to another portrait, a raven haired old school woman, with a bear skin over her 19th century cloats, a rifle in her hands "Honoria Wilfredmina Barton. Leader of the QQQ, confederate general, and known husband beater. Said to have **** a thousand men during the war and to encourage her soldiers to do as well. 'For if a man is found without a woman to protect him, you must be the one to remind him of her husband's duties, less he forgets in her bride's absence.'."

Then, she looked at you, smiling as she jerks your cock faster. "And here I am. The blood of those women flows through my veins. Her eyes are upon me, and I'm on my knees. I'm kneeling in front of a man, I'm pleasing him with my mouth. I'm ready and willing to eat his cum... I crave to be debased. Please, debase me, Mark, make me your peasant girl, please, please."

For ten whole minutes no other sound fills the large empty corridor save for her sloppy meal. She comes three times by the doing of her own fingers, she breaks the buttons of her own t-shirt to expose her perky breasts, and her eyes go blank in delirium. When she feels you closer she moves away from you and beg you to paint her face with your seed. She waits for it on the floor, head and back against the wall, legs lying lazily, with not so lazy fingers working on her drenched pussy. She opens her mouth as wide as she can, she cannot look away. The first jet falls directly on her left eye, but still she does not close it. She orgams herself when your cum leaves a perfect line on her skin, splitting her face in half, you pain her whole surface, sections of her black hair turn almost white. It begins to fall on her body, her boobs trace the route of their descent. Her whole face becomes unrecognisable, but she just looks so happy, even under all that cum, that perfect white mask, her smile cannot be hidden and for the first time she appears to have found calm. The lady Amelia is pleased.

"Go." she says, still catching her breath "Don't say a word, just leave me here. I want to hear you leave."

You know better than to disobey the wishes of a Barton.