The lady Amelia

You are surprised to hear the name of the elder daughter, instead of the younger, but you obey nonetheless. You eat in less than five minutes and then make sure everything is prepared for the lady's awakening. When the time is right, you enter her room with her clothes of the day folded over your left hand and then proceed to draw the curtains. The weak morning sun falls upon an already awake lady Amelia, as she watches you from the bed with her deep green eyes.

"Mmm... I knew you would have a great ass." The voice startles you, with a thick eastern-european accent, and you turn back, fighting to keep the clothes on your hand. "My sister has a weakness for such things. Are you disappointed for assisting me instead of her?"

The woman lies over the bed with a complete lack of shame, her legs wide spread and a hand playing with her hair. She wears a loose dark pijama, that covers all of her attributes while somehow still looking kinky to you.

"I'm just happy to serve, my lady." You manage to mumble.

"How cute. Are those my clothes?"

"They are, my lady." You say, leaving then over the little side table.

"Black, again." She says, looking at them with disinterest. "Sometimes I envy you, men. You always get to choose so many pretty dresses and complements. We women always dress the same, because we are supposed to be so serious: black, grey, white... red if we are felling kinky. That pink bulge of yours on the other hand..." Her eyes are focused on that piece of clothing that remarks your naughty parts in the form of a cute bulge, with a pink lace on top, almost as if it was a present for her to unwrap.

"My lady..." You mumbled, ashamed and conscious of your body.

"I presume my bath is ready." Her voice changes the subject, but her eyes are still on you, with a carnivorous gaze.

"Is in the next room, as instructed... I hope it's warm enough."

"Then, we will continue the dressing talk later." Lady Amelia gets up and nonchalantly removes the top of her pijama and throws it to the floor. Your eyes catch just a glimpse of her perky bust before you lower your head, on the verge of a hearth attack. You hear her remove the trousers too, as she exits the room. You don't dare to look, even when she is gone. Then, you hear the voice from the other side of the door."

"What are you waiting for? Come here."

You don't start to walk at a proper speed until you hear her get into the water and produce a satisfied sigh. When you finally dare to enter, you see her relaxing in the solitary and ostentatious tub, resting in the middle of the room. Her nakedness covered by foam, with the sole exception of her neck, which is already more than what your christian values can handle.

"Is it warm enough?" You ask with a timid voice.

"Oh, I certainly am warmer." She laughs at her own joke. "Oh, don't be so shy, come here." You walk up to a meter from the tub. "Closer..." She says, smiling. You walk a few steps more. "I want you right here." She points to her immediate side, to her right and within her arm's reach. Her voice, suddenly commanding.

You do not dare to disobey.

"So, where did my little sis find you?" She ask while returning to focus on her bubbly bath.

"The Remington Academy." You say.

"Bullshit. I've seen enough Remington boys, they wouldn't let you there... my mom is in really friendly terms with the academy's director and she would have been the one to choose you... Also, a Remington boy would have remember to knock before entering her lady's room."

"I..." You start to tremble, your hands are shaking again.

"Unleash your bulge." She commands you.

"What?"

"That cute laze over your cock. I want it loose."

"But, but..."

"Should I go see my mother and tell her we have a spy in our house? I wouldn't like to, cutie."

Your trembling hands get down and start to undo the bulge of your maid dress. Lady Amelia doesn't even pretend to look the other way, and she looks at you with her sultry smile, liking her own lips as her present is unwrapped. Your own vision gets a little cloudy, as you try to contain your tears, ashamed of exposing your virginal purity to a woman you are not meant to marry. When your cock is released, it falls down heavily, its tip touching the verge of the tub.

"Well well, I do applaud my sister's taste." She says. Her fingers emerge from the depths of the tub and touch your exposed meat, but they do ever so lightly. "It even smells like lavender, like a good virgin cock."

"Please..."

"I must admit that I have been a little wicked, young man. My sister was meant to be the one to call for you, but she thinks you start to work tomorrow, not today. I have to take care of my little sis and make sure she doesn't get into trouble... Are you trouble, young man? "

"No, I'm not. I swear." You say.

"Oh, you swear, good to know. Now, tell me how and where did you meet my sweet Lily. Show me that this is not the only thing of yours that is sincere... Go own, spill your beans for me and maybe we will talk about spilling other things."