Laurence makes a to-do list and assfucks the chef

As soon as he had closed the door behind him and felt sure that Victoria was out of earshot, Laurence produced a loud groan and did his best to adjust his trousers. Even after pumping two loads into the delectable, blue-blooded teen slut, his balls were still much too big and heavy to feel comfortable inside his trousers and his twelve-inch rod remained as hard as a rock.

Deciding to grin and bear the only downside to his job – one that was vastly outbalanced by the upsides – Laurence set off down the corridor, making a mental check list of his chores for the day. He’d start by heading for the kitchen to let Marie know the Countess wanted her breakfast, then go see Samantha about restocking their supply of potion, check in with the Countess again after that and hopefully have time over to go see Victoria and her friends before it was time to help organize the dinner for Hudds and Emmanuella von Koningswald.

Emmanuella von Koningswald… Laurence’s stiff cock jerked hard inside his trousers at the thought of that sexy, cock-crazed slut. Then it throbbed even harder when he thought of her and his mistress together. When he thought of how she’d flouted convention by marrying a lowly ex-watchman and now spent her days flaunting her incredible body and even more incredible love of sex – the last time they came round for dinner, Hudds had been drilling her ass in the carriage as it rolled up outside – he realised that he’d have to turn his thoughts to something else or risk blowing a hole in his trousers. Making a very determined effort not to recollect in detail how Emmanuella had gotten his cock out and given him a blowjob while her husband kept pounding her ass like he was trying to push her out of the carriage, her body being rocked forwards and backwards until her huge, round boobs had spilled out of her scandalous dress and her pussy popping at every other thrust of Hudds’ hips, Laurence groaned very loudly again and picked up the pace of his steps.

“Marie,” Stepping into the kitchen after a few minutes of brisk, determined walking through the mansion, Laurence addressed the blonde head chef before he recognized that it was just the two of them down there, “the Countess wants breakfast served in her quarters.”

“Right,” Already in the process of preparing her mistress’ breakfast, Marie looked up at Laurence and grinned when she saw his bulging cock and his beefy balls outlined behind it, “She’s having a bath, is she?”

“Yes,” While Marie giggled naughtily at the image of Katherine Thorns soaking in a jizz-filled tub, Laurence let his gaze wander over her body. Although dressed in a manner to further the image that the Countess wanted to project of her being a proper Lady instead of the truth – that she was a busty, pussy-licking, cocksucking, anal-loving slut who felt undersexed if she didn’t have her holes filled at least six times a day – it couldn’t hide the fact that she had a body to compete with her mistress’. The simple white blouse that lacked buttons and instead tied up at the front would probably have looked a lot more decent on a woman with a moderate chest, but the pair of full, juicy, round tits that Marie was blessed with meant that it was showing rather a lot of deep, tanned cleavage. And while the brown skirt reached all the way down to her ankles, it hugged her big, heart-shaped and ever so mouth-watering ass tight. Finally, Laurence wondered how many chefs went about their work while balanced on the high heels of a pair of black strap sandals. Probably quite a few, but not that many outside of the Kettle.

“Where’s the rest of the kitchen staff?” Glancing round the kitchen while taking in the smell of fresh tea steaming out of a nearby teapot

“Out getting supplies for tonight’s dinner,” Though she was back to concentrating on slicing the fruit that would make up the main part of the Countess’ breakfast, Laurence could tell that Marie was smiling, “So it’s just the two of us...”

“Aha,” Grinning, Laurence approached the head chef from behind, “Young Lady Victoria, meanwhile, has already eaten.”

“Gods, Laurence,” Stopping moving the knife for just long enough to laugh and shake her head in mock frustration at his words, Marie didn’t look behind her even as she could hear and feel him come closer, “Are you trying to make me unemployed?”

“Of course not,” Making Marie moan when he placed his hands on her wide hips, Laurence refrained from pushing up against her from behind, “Just making sure you don’t have to spend all day working.”

“Laurence, I do have to make the Countess her breakfast,” That reminder from Marie seemed to be as much for her own benefit as for Laurence’s, judging from how her hips shimmied against his grasp in her efforts to wiggle her booty closer to his cock.

“I know,” With a quick stab forwards, Laurence had his bulging cock pressing against Marie’s ass and her letting out a lusty moan, “But you don’t have to wear a blouse to do that...”

“Gods...” Marie whimpered when Laurence’s hands went from her hips to her tits – not as big as mother and daughter Thorns’, but still of a size that meant you’d need truly freakishly large hands in order to cup them properly – and loosened the string holding her blouse closed. As soon as it slid apart, his fingers found her hard nipples and started stroking them while Marie moaned, rubbed her ass against the base of his cock and put down the knife. Soon, the blouse was on the floor and Marie was back to work, although the knife was working much slower now.

“Or a skirt,” Abandoning Marie’s nipples, Laurence quickly found and loosened the two knots on placed on her hips holding her skirt up, then willed himself into taking a step back so that the skirt could slide down from her narrow waist over her tantalizing ass and onto her thighs. If her tits were slightly smaller than her mistress, Marie was compensated for that by the gods by having an even fuller and juicer rump, one that reflected the fact that she had perhaps five more pounds of fat on her than Katherine, not that it meant that she was anywhere near to being plump, much less fat. But being a working woman, her stomach was slightly softer and rounder, albeit still with roughly the same amount of delicate, well-honed muscles underneath.

“And what’s this?” Laurence’s grin widened when he spotted something black and flossy rising up from between Marie’s asscheeks to rise up high over her hips while she shook them to let her skirt slide the rest of the way down her legs.

“Where did you get this?” Moving in closer again and shoving his cock up against her bubble butt as if he’d forgotten that he wasn’t naked, Laurence moved in round Marie’s right hip with his hand and slid it down between her legs. There, his fingers slid across the thin and flimsy front of a thong equipped with a layer of tiny rhinestones that reminded him of early morning dew clinging to a leaf.

“From the Countess...” Several seconds passed between each new chop of the knife as Marie whimpered and squirmed in front of Laurence, whose left hand was stroking her belly, his fingers circling her bellybutton before he’d move them back to her tits.

“Why?” Laurence’s fingers ran along the front of Marie’s thong while the pulsing of his schlong made her asscheeks jiggle.

“For tonguing her ass and pussy till she squirted all over my face and tits!” Preparing her food wasn’t the only thing that Marie did for Katherine. Some mornings, if he was really early, he’d meet her slipping out of the Countess’ bedroom.

“Is that true?” Carefully snaking his fingers in round the thong until he had it in his grasp, Laurence slowly pulled upwards to make its bottom disappear in between her pussy lips.

“W-would I lie to you?” In a display of profound professionalism and a die-hard devotion to duty, Marie was still working on the Countess’ breakfast.

“I don’t know,” Laurence grinned again, “I distinctly remember someone telling me the reason she wanted me to stick it in her ass was that she didn’t want to get pregnant...”

“You were new!” At this point, as Laurence let go of the front of her thong and left it suspended over the back of his fingers while he rubbed them against her slit, Marie was alternating between soft whimpers and lustful little cries, “I didn’t want you to think you’d joined a household full of kinky sluts!”

“So you were trying to keep the truth from me, huh?” Pushing his cock tighter against her ass, Laurence let his voice became a whisper that he released straight into Marie’s right ear, “Naughty slut...”

“Laurence,” The knife was trembling in Marie’s grasp and she’d had a few strawberries accidentally roll off the counter onto the floor, “I might lose a finger if you keep this up!”

“Want me to stop?” Two of Laurence’s fingers slipped inside Marie and were instantly coated with her clear juices.

“No…” Turning her head to look at Laurence while the two of them were so close that all they had to do to meet in a tight, passionate kiss was to lean in a little closer still, “But I’m almost done.”

“Fine, I’ll let you wrap things up,” Letting go of Marie, Laurence stepped back, though his cock jerked and throbbed like it wanted to remain in place.

“You can take your clothes off while you wait,” Recovering quickly from being at Laurence’s mercy, Marie shot him a mischievous smile.

“I do seem to spend most of my days getting dressed and undressed,” Laurence deadpanned, “But wouldn’t that be terribly unhygienic?”

“Please, you’re talking to the woman who’ve made desserts with your cum as the main ingredient.”

“True,” Glancing down at the pair of his fingers that dripped with Marie’s juices, Laurence drew nearer to a small pitcher of juice placed near the teapot, “the Countess does have a sweet tooth...”

“Doesn’t she?” Laurence winked at Marie before dipping the pair of fingers into the pitcher and stirring them around.

“I’d say,” Marie grinned while Laurence sucked his fingers clean.

“What do you think the odds are she’ll want another taste after she’s finished breakfast?” Laurence’s smile returned as the mixture of oranges and pussy juices lingered in his mouth, “After all, she’s tasted it often enough to recognize its source.”

“That she has!” Marie agreed. Most of the times after she’d finished licking her holes, Lady Katherine would insist on returning the favour, which in turn was commonly followed by them sixty-nineing each other, “Now get your clothes off!”

“Yes, do try ordering me around,” Laurence smiled as he began to strip out of his uniform, “We both know what that’ll get you.”

“A savage ass pounding?” Marie suggested, sounding quite hopeful.

“Oh yes,” Laurence’s chest became revealed, and seconds later he’d tossed the top half of his uniform aside and set out about freeing his erect cock, “I’m in charge of discipline round here, don’t you know? Just now, I told Victoria that she’d better behave or I’d have to keep coming round every morning to assfuck her until she learns to be a proper lady.”

“Gods, I wonder what sort of mischief that’ll make her get up to,” Marie replied, and poured the last fruit into an already filled bowl that she then poured milk over before placing it on the tray along with the juice and tea, “There! All done!”

“Good!” More or less tearing his pants open, Laurence had his cock spring up and unleash a long stream of precum that shot in a wavy line across the kitchen to splatter down onto the tray, which he didn’t seem especially bothered by as he rushed to get out of his trousers.

“Come here and fuck me, Laurence,” Marie hissed, yanking at a nearby rope to ring a bell that would bring in one of the servants, “Stick that big fucking dick in my ass and make me squirt!”

“That’s the plan,” Laurence’s growl came just before he pressed himself up against Marie from behind, sliding his cock in between her asscheeks and having its underside press against the back of her thong and its head pour precum onto her back while he pushed her up against the counter, “And that thong looks much too good on you to take off.”

“Then pull it aside!” From the sound coming in front of her and the way in which one hand was snaked in between her legs, Laurence knew that Marie was playing with herself, “Just fuck my ass!”

“Horny slut!” Taking a step back again, Laurence quickly hooked the back of the skimpy underwear over Marie’s left asscheek and didn’t give her a chance to come up with a comeback before plunging his cockhead in between her buttocks and having its head press against her asshole, the tight shape of which was completely dwarfed by his cockend. It wouldn't remain so for long however, as Laurence immediately made Marie shriek in bliss by pushing forwards with his hips and using his cockend to pry her backdoor open.

“Gods!” When her anus caved in underneath the pressure and let the business-end of Laurence’s cock push through it, Marie threw her head back and squirted, the top-heavy chef yanking the front of her thong aside to let wave after wave of her clear girlcum crash onto the side of the counter, her anal orgasm lengthened and intensified by Laurence continuing to feed his cock into her ass, going deeper and deeper with each new thrust forwards.

“Don’t hold back, Laurence!” The orgasming Marie filled the kitchen with her blissful scream, “Pound this whore’s ass like you mean it!”

“Stop… telling… me… what… to... do!” Every new word from Laurence was accentuated by him spearing forwards as hard as he could, and the last two were drowned out by the sound of his belly smacking into Marie’s ass. That, and her screams getting louder and her gushers of girlcum hitting the counter even harder.

“Uh...” Suddenly, the buxom blonde servant girl from before appeared in the kitchen, her uniform untidied and her hair wet, “the Countess sent me down here to fetch...”

“It’s right here!” Marie screamed out, “Fuck my ass, Laurence!”

Throwing the blonde a smile and a shrug of his shoulders as if to apologize for already being busy, Laurence kept pounding away at Marie’s ass while the blonde spent a few long moments admiring his cock appearing and disappearing from between the chef’s buttocks over and over again while running her hands all over her dress. Then she finally picked up the tray and threw the monster between Laurence’s legs a final longing look before hurrying off to bring the Countess her breakfast.

“She’s new, isn’t she?” Laurence said of the blonde once she’d left.

“F-first day yesterday!” Marie’s reply coincided with her starting to recklessly throw her booty back towards Laurence’s crotch at the end of each backwards pull that he made, prompting him to feel it necessary to grab onto her huge breasts in order to lessen the risk of losing his footing, “You can fuck her later!”

“And you can eat her out while I do!” Laurence growled at Marie and proceeded to bury his cock in her ass before catching her in a kiss that saw them wrestling tongues ferociously while he switched to hammering his cock in and out through her radically widened sphincter through a series of hard and fat two-inch thrusts, with his cock plastering the walls of her ass with plumes of precum at the end of each one.

Knowing that he was coming closer and closer to cumming, Laurence wondered whether to pull out and explode all over Marie or to flood her ass. From previous conversations between them, he knew that she loved both alternatives equally. While he pondered which option to pick, he continued mercilessly hammering away at the wailing, squirting blonde juicy ass.