It was two days later that both Mark and myself went to Russ’s home as per his instructions.
I was dressed in a most foul horrible tight fitting nylon French style maids outfit mark as instructed was in his morning suit looking very much the butler.
Just knowing that this was going to form part of Russ’s come down made it bearable. Just!
“Ah here you are the thief and the whore” This was our welcome from Russ when we arrived at the back door to his large house.
“ I must say Carole or is that Candy” A wide grin on the bastards face forming. “You do make a very good whore I am sure you must be so proud of your cock sucking slut of a wife Mark” Mark said nothing “ come on” says Russ “I want to hear you tell me your proud of your cock sucking slag of a wife, let me hear you say it” I nudge Mark. Marvin has instructed us on what we can say and how we must behave. Mark says “ I am proud of my cock sucking slag of a wife SIR”
Russ replies “and how’s that slag of daughter she still likes to eat mummy out eh he laughs in his usual cruel way. I am amazed that he must have believed our little ruse pretending that the girls we saw were our daughters. Stupid twat I think!
“ oh yes sir” I reply “she is very well and we are always 69ing together “ I can see Russ is a little phased by my comment, inwardly I laugh at this stupid man.
“Well, yes, quite well lets talk about your duties this weekend. You Carole will be my wife’s personal maid. Now she doesn’t know about us and our little game of tasks. You will be her servant. Isabella our maid is currently on her holiday hence why I thought you would make an ideal cheap, if not free, replacement. You Mark will be the house butler. No sex. No smut. you just do as your asked this weekend. We have my parents down oh and my new prodigy a guy called Marvin. Soon to be your replacement smith”
A bell rang. “That will be my wife Charlotte “go to her Carole and please don’t let me down or its 999 time for you little cunts ok got it. Mark”, Russ is pointing down at his shoes. “Clean my boots “Mark drops to his knees and is polishing Russ’s boots as I leave to find Charlotte.
“oh you must be the new maid” I have walked into the bedroom of The honourable Lady Charlotte Daughter of Sir Darcy Brassy Smyth. Lady Charlotte is a rather plain lady she could look attractive but seems to dress very plain. Her height must be 5ft 8 so quite a tall elegant woman. Her hair dark, long but tied in a pony tail. Tits probably a 36 cup id says but well concealed. Her accent totally different from Russ’s working class. Hers was very posh very upper class with a slight sneer in her tone.
“now we have a very busy weekend. So I need you to concentrate tonight my husband and I shall dine with our daughter and houseguest he’s African prince so treat him with respect please.
Here is the menu I have decided upon. Saturday afternoon my parents will arrive as will the mother of our African house guest. She may not talk very good English so please be patient and polite.” Well the list of tasks went on and on. As I listened, I couldn’t help but smile as I thought of the identity of the African Prince and his Mother. She continued “now my dear whilst I don’t want to go into to much detail with you This African Prince is going to invest in my husbands business we must and I can not emphasise this enough. We must keep him happy at all times ok”?
“yes madam” I reply thinking I cant see her Lady ship here swallowing Marvin’s spunk down as I know that makes him very happy or indeed tonguing out his lesbian mothers arse hole ”!
Well its Friday night both Mark and I have been working our butts off cooking, laying up the table, making fires, Mark chopping fire wood the day has dragged on and on. Finally I am serving dinner.
Russ, Lady Charlotte, and Abbey the daughter are sat round the table with of course The “African Prince” Marvin.
I am stood Mute in the corner in case I am needed. The conversation and indeed the action gave me confidence Russ’s down fall was about to begin……..
Marvin spoke to Charlotte. “You know Lady Charlotte in my country a woman dresses to please the man of the house” I can see her face redden and her lips purse. She replies “what do you mean Prince Bigcockus” I think bigcockus oh really as if!
“I just mean that you are not making the best of your self, you are a very pretty lady” She replies with a slightly indignant tone “ in this country Prince that is not required we live in a society where men and women are equals. I dress the way I dress because I want to and I am comfortable”
Marvin, I mean “Prince Bigcockus”, replies in an equally more indignant tone “you show your husband great disrespect and your guests also. I shall not eat”
“Darling tell the Prince please I mean no disrespect” Russ is stammering
“Ummm yes well umm perhaps you could dress a little more for tonight dear I mean the Prince has come a long way you know.”
Well with this Lady Charlotte slams the table gets out of her chair and signals for me to follow. We are now in her boudoir “my god the rudeness of that man eh disgusting don’t you think Smith”? Oh yes I am called by my surname its all very Downton Abbey. NOT. “Still I suppose for the sake of relations I best make my self little dressier for the Prince. But what to wear Smith, what to wear?” I think here is my chance to get a little revenge.
“Madam I know some thing of the African culture” she says “ you do” Oh yes Madam I was born there you see parents were in the services RAF.”
“May I help you undress” mmm now the silly cow is stripping for me she just doesn’t know it “standing naked before me I can see her pert tits. Not bad I think. “What are you doing Smith”? Says the bitch. “Madam I am just applying a little bronze to your breasts to tone the whiteness down a little.” I allow my hands to massage the toner into her skin my fingers brush against her nipples, oh yes , I think this little bitch likes it she has nice erect brown nipples. “That’s it madam” I say “Now make up, I apply some make up already Lady Charlotte is looking fantastic. I allow her hair to fall on to her shoulders naturally. Red nail varnish is applied to her fingers and toe nails.
“Madam may I suggest we trim your pubic hair”? “You may not Smith, don’t be so impertinent” says madam. I reply “its just that I think your outfit will feel more comfortable. “Outfit” she enquires “Please madam trust me ok”
I lay madam out on her bed and using soapy water and razor start to shave her posh stuck up cunt. I pull back her flaps a little gasp comes from Charlotte. I can see her clit and as I shave with one hand I rub her clit with my hand. I know the bitch is turned on I can smell her pussy feel it moisten as I shave and rub at same time.
“Let me tell you about African men madam, African men are strong and very dominant they expect all women to serve them. You may be a Lady but He is a Prince Madam a strong young man with needs” As I talk im finger fucking her. She loves it. “Tell me more Smith please” says Lady soon to be a black mans slut Charlotte. More gasps from madam. Now im licking at her pussy hole. A pussy now smooth her cunt lips seem to stand out as does her clit A clit that I have sucked up between my lips making the cow gasp louder .
I continue “Madam you must play the game and allow The Prince to think he has you with in his grasp. “Oh yes” she moans Cumming hard now my finger now fucking her brown star as we lick her cunt.
Now its time to dress the silly bitch ……………….
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