Adult-FanFiction.org : Comics

More Romance & Erotic Comics	By : Victor2K Category: Comics > Misc - General > Misc - General Views: 16445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the comics named in each chapter. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 41
- 42
Chapter XLIII - Scoring the Boss’ Niece (I do not own Brides Romances. based on Brides Romances No. 13, Quality, October 1955)

Yes, I know that I am ‘just a maid’ working at the Birkenstone family’s manor. But I wouldn’t trade my job for any other in the world if I could. You might think I am crazy for my preference about being the ‘help’, but to me it’s more than just the job I do: it’s the environment I get and the things I get the access there.

I joined the estate with 20 years old and since then, seven years that I work here Mrs. Olga Birkenstone, a 70-year something lady who is the matriarch of the family. Like most of the women of her age and wealthy, quite aristocratic and cranky. But still a good boss and who never faulted on me since day one. She could sometimes act with you like you destroyed the Earth, but she was fair with every employee of hers and there isn’t anything she won’t do to at least keep us satisfied.

Work for a rich old woman’s house is already good, but there is one actual reason I still stay here: Danny Ross. He is Madame Birkenstone’s chauffeur and joined the staff one year after I came here; despite we have the same age. It didn’t take time for him and I to get along and, since the last four years, we are in a relationship that brought us many good things for both of us. Since this story is about sex, I must speak this is the part of our relationship things work out the best.

Well, everything else in a relationship has to work out good, but for us, the sex is the best thing there are. Not just the act itself, but the whole naughtiness within it. I am already a woman who likes the naughty and kinky themselves, but Danny is the triple of myself on that. I never believed there would be a guy who could be as deviant as I was. When we began to have it, it was like a new dimension opened to me. I found out how it was good to have a partner who loves to engage with such lurid acts, and enjoy them as well.

Danny and I fucked almost every day and it wasn’t just the usual everyday life sexuality many couples do. We did whatever things we wanted to do, exploring always new sensations and feelings, trying new stuff and learning about giving and taking pleasure. He is a kinky motherfucker, always was hard for everything and ready to fuck. Well, I am the same as well, when I find myself horny, I can’t stop until finding a way to supply myself with pleasure.

We were like rabbits, plowing all the time and you might imagine all the things we did. But our favorite experience, the one we remember the most and still affects our lives until today, wasn’t something that involved just the two of us. Actually, it involved a third person whom we never thought it would be as kinky as us: our boss’ niece.

The day Anne Birkenstone came to live at her aunt’s house to live for a while, we never imagined that lady with allures of sophistication and snootiness would become our lover. The way the things happened is still puzzling to me, when I wonder if there was any sense on how the whole story went. But then I do think that doesn’t matter since Anne is hot as fuck and fucking her perhaps one of the best things we ever done. In order to see if that can make sense to you, perhaps we need to tell how that happened, because yet is confusing to any of us involved because she wasn’t the kind of woman who would like to be involved with the help.

She lived in New York and had everything from the good to enjoy there, from the material goods to the goods only men can give to her, if you know what I mean. I heard about every exploit with the male gender she had at the Big Apple, many chronicled by the magazines and newspapers, which always followed Miss Birkenstone to learn about the fling of the week or who was the one she was engaged with.

However, she decided to leave NY and come back to her aunt’s manor. When it was told Anne would be ‘staying for a while’, the house staff wasn’t informed about the reasons about other than the phrase I wrote. At first, we believed she was just coming from a period of vacation far from big city glitz. And this is so what her aunt thought when she first stepped here.

“I must inform you that my niece is coming from New York to stay here for a while. You all should not bother her with any kind of chit-chat, Anne demanded to be left alone while she stays under my roof. Only talk with her about the necessary and do not bother her, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am”

Madame Olga was clear when she told the entire stuff to keep ourselves away enough from her niece. Probably because a woman of her social stature just wanted to have a getaway from Big Apple busy life, she wanted to be on her own. However, there was one who thought all that was a ruse.

“This sounds completely fisyh to me”

“What do you mean, Danny?”

“This whole thing Mrs. Birkenstone told about her niece. I don’t know, but this ain’t right to me”

“Why do you think it?”

“I’ve seen enough to know that what Madame said isn’t the true. There is something other than ‘she is just having vacation’ in this thing”

“Please, Danny… you and your ideas…”

“Sorry, Kate, but I feel something is odd in all this. I just can feel it, but I don’t know what it is”

“Leave it alone, Danny…”

Danny isn’t a conspiracy theorist himself, but the things as they were delivered to us quite bothered him. However, he still followed our bosslady’s rules when Anne Birkenstone arrived to her family’s manor.

That dark hair, long and bright, her posture, all of them spoke ‘classy’ when she came to the manor. As it was told by her aunt, little was to be said and, while the staff gathered to receive her, she didn’t bat an eye to us or made any gesture to acknowledge some of the people that would work for her from then on. Except for the one who carried her luggage and a few which had direct access to her the day, the advice was being followed.

Anne stood most of the first days inside her bedroom, only going out to eat, give a walk around the garden or at the library. She never left the manor estate during these said days and virtually never said a word to any of the stuff and most of the times she might have talked something with any of us who wasn’t her aunt they were very few words, mostly demands.

Well, we can think this is the proper behavior of ones from upper classes who didn’t want to get bothered. Every time one tried to open that ‘wall’ by asking something about the life she left behind, she shut herself. Not even her aunt was capable to pass through the barrier she made, and soon the silence became noisy, as both butted heads all the time because of anything.

Why the change of behavior? Suddenly she began to argue with Mrs. Birkenstone and as well with us (for things as ‘not cleaning her room or clothes well’ or even ‘driving like a madman’, as she said once to Danny). Before she was one way and then she was another. What that happened for her to change?

Then we learned Danny was right… somehow…

As soon as we got to see the magazines and media, we saw there was, after all, a reason for Anne’s withdrawal from public life: as the lives of the rich and the famous aren’t just roses and stars, they also suffer the same issues as the ‘mortals’ like us and her love life disappointments ended up becoming public.

It seemed she had recent issues with former boyfriends, involving ‘hardcore’ stuff from betrayal to even fighting. Her reputation in New York went down with her trouble and she had to ‘run’ to her aunt’s arms for a last resort.

My feelings were torn apart when knowing about that. A part of my quite had that schadenfraude thing people like to say, the feeling of enjoying the fall down of somebody because one had everything in life and could afford many boyfriends while a girl like me, condemned by the chains of faithfulness to her partner to avoid damnation. But there was the other side of me, a red-blooded woman like anybody else, who also felt for her because I have been in a way on her shoes and know how it is to have a heartbroken.

“You were right, Danny… poor Miss Birkenstone… this is why I don’t want to move to the city”

“You know what happens with these women there, Kate. All these big city guys just want one thing, and it’s not the correct way to get it”

“I understand, but I still feel bad for her… She shouldn’t have deserved that”

“She should not, but this is what you get if you get a little too much of the big city taste. I feel deeply sorry for her and I wanted to do something to help her, to see not everybody is mean to her”

Danny was always this ‘heart of gold’ guy and, as well as I. But how? When we just mentioned a word to her, she remained in silence or mumbled something in an offensive way to anybody who dared to speak. Or throw eventual tantrums with the help or mostly her aunt.

But, the days past and her mood diminished its toxicity. Soon, the arguments reduced (not much with Olga), but the house staff saw an increase of how she interacted with us. Maybe the rant was towards her aunt because of her disapproval of the niece’s way to live back in New York? Could be, but this wasn’t actually the most swift change of behavior.

Soon, we began to hear noises from her room in the middle of the night. We didn’t know what it is, maybe her crying or feeling any illness caused by the love lost. But one day she left the door slightly open and I was passing by when those noises happened. Then, found out all of that was her… masturbating! Her cries were of pleasure while her fingers rubbed and touched her pussy while she reminisced her old lovers from the Big Apple, speaking their names and wishing them to be there and fill her holes… why not feel sorry for her?

“Miss Anne is touching herself every day! She can’t stop doing it, Danny. Every time I am around her bedroom, I always here these noises”

“What’s the problem, Kate? Women do masturbate, you know. Well, even if they do not admit, they do”

“I know, Danny. But the way she does and how makes me think about how those issues back in NY were too hard on her that she needs that kind of relief. Poor Anne Birkenstone, alone and aroused…”

I admit part of the fact I was always around was because that intrigued me a lot and, then I confess, for some reason quite turned me on. But I never knew why until one day when I was serving her breakfast and, suddenly, Miss Birkenstone began to talk with me in a way she never did before.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Uh?”

“I told you if I could ask you something. Don’t you heard?!”

“Yes, I did, miss. But you…”
“Just say yes or no”

“Ahem, ok.. yes. You can, Miss Birkenstone”

“How long did you work for my aunt?”

“Seven years, ma’am”

“Seven years… this is lot of time. Are you Kate, right?”

“Yes, I am Kate Campbell. Why you ask, miss?”

“I am just curious about you, that’s all. You are here every morning to serve breakfast and to take my clothes for cleaning and… I just feel you could be somebody I could talk with, I feel lonely here and sometimes loneliness upsets me and makes me act bad with people. I am not used to be alone”

“I do understand”

“Tell me, Kate… do you have a boyfriend?”

“Why are you asking me this, miss?”

“I am curious to know. Looking at you, I would be surprised to find out you are still single, being beautiful like you are”

“Oh, gee… thank, Miss Birkenstone… well, I do have a boyfriend, believe you know him. It’s Danny, your aunt’s driver”

“Oh, you are the chauffer’s girlfriend? Lucky you, Kate! You must keep him on your clutches”

“Well, I try. We are together for four years and never had we had anything that could put our relationship in jeopardy. We are very faithful to each other and being with him is being in heaven”

“If I can give you an advice, Kate, there is one: hold your man the best you can and tell Danny to hold his woman the best he can. Don’t commit the same mistakes I did to believe love was infinite and then my head find itself at the doors of misery”

“I don’t think you should feel this gloomy, Miss Birkenstone. You are still very beautiful and I believe every man will still fall to your feet. What happened in New York shouldn’t put you down, the big city is a pitfall of temptations and false glories and its easy for you to end in one of them”

“Why you say this to me? I was my own pitfall and I did things that I shouldn’t and now I am here suffering here in my aunt’s house”

“But you aren’t the only one who fell in love with something that you shouldn’t”
Well, you can see the idea of that impromptu conversation. Anne and I quickly relate to each other, to little chagrin of Mrs. Olga, who weren’t much fan of the help talking with the ‘bosses’. But still I was the only one she could talk about the ailments of her heart and so there was how the seeds were planted. I became Anne’s confident and she talked about everything she had at the big city, the love affairs, the celebrities and the almost ones she dated and everything else. It was a mind opening experience to me, as I could learn more than meets the eye and I believe that it was the same about her.

Even if most of the things she told me to not tell anybody, what I could I relayed to Danny and he delighted himself, for the good and not so good, with the stories Miss Birkenstone brought to me. I didn’t know if his delight was a way of a schadenfraude of sorts or a genuine interest to feel story about his boss’ niece’s love troubles. What I knew, until then, it was that he liked to hear Anne’s tales of heartbreak.

It was like this for a while, with both of us (or mostly her, since she rarely asked me about it) talking about love life in general. Then, there was the day that she wasn’t the main focus of the conversation… one day, when she was putting clothes for breakfast and I was tidying her chamber, she questioned me about these lines below.

“Kate, may I ask you something?”

“Sure, Miss Birkenstone…”

“Do you love Danny, the chauffeur?”

“What do you mean, ma’am? If I love him?”

“I am curious. I know you two are together for four years and then I began to think about you, your relationship and all those things, you know”

“Well, I believe that, if I am with a guy for all these years, I am not with him for pity or because I was forced to. Not to offend you, but I don’t know why the reason you mentioned that”

“Because I am fed talking about me all the time. I don’t think we talked much about you and I want to know more and more about the one I am speaking with”

“And what do you want to know about me? I am just the maid, nothing less”

“But you are a woman as I am. Please, I beg you, tell me everything I want to know about you and Danny. Please, I want you to share the secret of happiness”

“Well, there is no secret at all, miss. It’ just Danny and I are made for each other and this is all”

“Wait, I want you to tell me all stories, the stories of the two of you. It’s fair that I talked about my life and you now should do the same, Kate”

It was a compelling argument the girl had and, after all, if she was curious to know about Danny and I that I decided to speak it all. Actually not everything, but the most of what I could talk about us was there. From the most menial things to the stuff you shouldn’t ask your parents. The latter was what she got interested the most, from what I could say, as she paid attention when I told about my racy stories with my boyfriend.

Never could imagine a woman like her to be interested to know about the love life of the help and the ‘love of the common people’. Guess she was bored and found in my life a way to escape from her own woes, which I would do wholeheartedly if I was on her place. But, whatever… she was able to do it and I was glad she finally could share feelings with somebody else and not hold it all to herself.

I know I might be talking too much and you are eager as fuck to know if there is a lewd part in all this. Then I am going straight to it, not wasting more of your time, but I had to tell the whole story and I didn’t want to forget details about how this tale came to the point it’s worthy to write about.

Anyway, Danny learned about Anne and I getting closer and, at first, he became suspicious of that by any reason on this mind. Even more when I told him she was interested to hear about the two of us. I admit myself as well I had a small fear to see her talking to my boyfriend with the fear as she using me as a springboard to have a thing with him, but soon it wasn’t.

When suspicion waned, he became very interested to know what we were talking about. Really, like *really* interested. He even told me to not spare any detail about her stories with her many boyfriends in the city, the naughtier the better. Then there was my turn to feel odd with his interest, but as the days went by, I realized there was a greater plan for all of us.

And that came out without I realizing. When she began telling the sauce of her adventures with the men at the glitzy lights of big city places, I never wondered if that was a ‘cry for help’. Just understood as the usual talk sometimes women to on their men and how they relate to each other on those issues. I didn’t think it was her reminiscing about the memories of days now lost in the past, even when, at nights, I could hear something of a moan from her bedroom, as if her memories drove her mind to find relief in her self-imposed loneliness.

I don’t know exactly when I realized what she wanted to mean with all that talk, but it was enough for me to try to come up with something to help her. During a talk with Danny at one of our usual Friday night dates, it hit me like a hammer…

“Kate, dear, I was thinking about something”

“What?”

“Well, about your friendship with Miss Birkestone or whatever you can call your thing with her”

“I don’t know if she thinks I am her friend, she just tell me thing, just that. More like somebody’s shoulder to cry on. You know how brokenhearted people are”

Danny’s interest in Anne Birkenstone baffled me and I even believed he was falling for her charms. Well, that was the thing, but there was something in it that was different, for sure. A woman like her wouldn’t trade the bright lights for reclusion where there wasn’t any. There was something in the air.

Her aunt Olga rarely spoke about it and pretty much tried not to, as she always said ‘Anne is a big girl and has to deal with the things like an adult has’. Then the mystery was set in the air and it was for us to try to find what it was behind all that…

But it didn’t take much for us to learn the reasons about why she decided to retreat from the world outside. And baffling it wasn’t for us the reason it was the one many women decide to ditch it all: love disappointments.

Yes, it was unbelievable for us that the most sought woman from New York was just a ‘mortal’ like any of us, who suffers about love. But there was the big help we got from the news, where a failed love affair with a Hollywood beau was the demise of her beauty powers. A quite shame it was for her to find out that the powers of her seduction failed.

Danny and I read everything about that matter during the days and studied more about the case. Why? Well, maybe because from there, the entire thing that drove this tale began to move, since we understood the things as they were and how we should break the ice with the cold and snob Anne Birkenstone.

“Need anything else, Miss Birkenstone?”

“No, I don’t need anything, Kate. You may go now”

That was one day where when I went to offer my services to her she dismissed him, but she was looking through the window, lost in the immensity of the world and with heavy melancholy in her face. I knew it could be something related to her recent love failures and it was the best breakaway to start our plan.

“Are you feeling alright, miss?”

“Why you want to know?”

“Well, you stay here every day, almost doesn’t go out, do not leave your room. To me, at least from where I come from, sometimes it’s a sign that there is something not good going on”

“My problems aren’t interesting for the help for me to discuss them with. You wouldn’t understand”

“Why I wouldn’t understand? We are women, the only difference between us is our class backgrounds, but we all have problems. I might not be from the same place as you are, but still…”

“I don’t want to talk about. Please, leave me alone”

The first attempt ended in naught and Danny tried as well during the rare times Miss Birkenstone left her aunt’s home, but she quickly dismissed him as well. Anne was a wall hard to tumble down, used to the ups and even higher of New York society and going to the usual route to keep her feelings hidden inside a ‘mental box’ rather than coming clean with them.

These early attempts didn’t work, but surely we wouldn’t give up. It had to be the right way to do it, but how? Cracking constantly the mystery that girl was became a slow process, so far not working. But it’s like they say, you have to keep trying to get whatever thing you want.

Well, we tried to find a way to make her open her mind about what happened to her, but most of the attempts failed. Danny and I were nearly giving up and leaving Anne to feel herself in her own shame and loneliness until herself, out of the blue, decided to give us what we wanted, without any of us to ask. It was during another of our talks, where we again spread ourselves into relationships and she told me the reasons of her melancholy.

“You are a very lucky woman, Kate, you know that?”

“Well, why do you think I am lucky, Miss Birkenstone?”

“Because you have Danny”

“Yes, then I think I am lucky. You don’t know how he makes me happy and gives me the love and affection I want and desire in a guy”

“That’s why you are lucky, Kate. You have somebody…”

“Why did you say these words, ma’am?”

“Because it’s the truth. You have somebody alongside you and I don’t. Actually, I don’t know even if I had actually somebody who was really for me all this time”

“How? And all those men with you in the pictures and the magazines?”

“I thought they were the men for me. I believed that every guy I dated and slept with at the city was the man of my life, yes I am a fool and you can tell me. I know that, under this guise of ‘all glamorous girl’ resides a hopeless romantic one, who needs to find her true love to feel herself complete”

“And why you didn’t found yours there?”

“Because I am dumb and believe in everything. I am not regretting what I did, there were people I enjoyed to be with but many of them only disappointed me, left me in tears, broken, torn apart… No glamour, clothing, fur, diamonds or whatever are capable to mend broken hearts, Kate”

“Ohh… I am sorry, deeply sorry, ma’am”

“You don’t need to be. Maybe it was my fault. I know sometimes I am quite arrogant and have my demeanor come as I am an entitled girl, I know. I can’t run away of what I am and maybe I am paying for things that I did and I shouldn’t”

“No one is to blame, Miss Birkenstone. Sometimes, life plays these kinds of tricks with us and we are willing to accept”

“But I know I must have done something to bring all this heartbreak to me. I know…”

Almost to tears, Anne opened herself to me like never. Maybe it was her intention all along to speak, but she was afraid to share her love troubles with the ‘help’ or it came out of nowhere. Whatever, I was there to give her a legit shoulder to cry on, to be beside her while she opened herself to me and revealed her big city heartbreaks that led her to come back to her aunt’s roof. I was there for her when she spoke these and as well when she said something that changed everything.

“Despite everything that happen with me and how all these things broke my heart in million pieces, I still miss one thing, Kate”

“And what it is, Miss Birkenstone, if I may ask it”

“The sex. My God! How I miss it!”

“Really?”

“Yes, Kate. Those fuckers are almost the worst of men around, but on bed, they were unparallel. There weren’t anybody in the world I ever met who could fuck like them! God… the orgasms, I still remember every and each orgasm I had, with who and where and when…”

“Well, if they gave you good sex, why you left them?”

“Because of pride, foolish pride. That darn foolish pride, Kate. I was so broken by the things they did to me that I left the city and came back to my aunt’s wings. I don’t know if it was the best decision… I still remember every night, when I sleep, I can’t control myself… I can’t resist, I need to remember them… “

It was when I realized the noise from her bedroom was her touching herself to remember the nights were the higher-ups gave the pleasure she became addicted. And it was when she shared, by her own will, many of the sordid and lurid stories she lived. You had to be there to hear with your own years the things she said she did. Anne Birkenstone fascinated me with the tales of her own sexual exploits, not letting any detail go of any adventure. She done things that I never even believed people could do for fucking… and myself believing that my ‘special days’ with Danny were ‘different’…
I became excited with those stories, but I managed to keep it up and do not show much of that. When she finished, the idea lamp was instantaneous…

“Miss Birkenstone, I don’t know if I should tell it to you, but I know how to solve your lack of sexual interaction”

“How, Kate? My aunt doesn’t let anybody come here without her giving blessing. She wouldn’t allow a guy to come here just to sleep with me”

“Well, I know a way. But you have to trust me”

“I trust you one hundred percent, Kate”

“Right. It will take a few days, but when I get it, you will do everything I tell you, right Miss Birkenstone?”

“I will do everything for that, Kate”

When I told Danny about what she told me, he jumped in the very first second to agree with my idea (that didn’t even exist for real). We began to sort out the details and try to see if there wasn’t any issue cable to screw it.

“Are you feeling okay on my plan to cheer Miss Birkenstone up?”

“I am, Kate. Don’t worry with me, I am very good with that and, hope you don’t get mad, but I find her even more attractive after you told me these saucy tales. Who knew these rich girls…”

“Hope you just find attractive enough for that, because you have a girlfriend”

“I know… you are the most attractive girl ever, but with that plan… it’s double the fun, dear”

Almost a full week was of preparations gone before the plan went into motion. The days before, I informed Anne everything we could to make sure she wouldn’t bail out and us as well. It was a Saturday evening, not much cold but not that warm. Her aunt retired to her bedroom after dinner, as usual, being the kind of lady that slept quite ‘early’

But none of us slept that early and the plan was set in motion. At the front of her niece’s bedroom, there was Danny and I looking to the door, waiting for the proper time to get in. If was then or never, the last stop before the journey began. The last chance to regret if there was something to do in that order.

“Well, Kate, it’s now or never… are you in or not?”

“I was born ready, dear Danny. How about you?”

“Well, we are here… we can’t step back. Never.”

We weren’t there for us, but for Anne Birkenstone’s own sexual life. Quitting there would be the worst decision to be done at that time, as it would be the most cowardly thing ever. Both of us made a commitment with the poor girl and we must go through it.

After seconds thinking with the door and Anne’s chamber beyond us, it was there. No way to turn back, to quit or to leave it behind. There was a woman needing our help and we should give her that. I knocked Miss Birkenstone’s door, she told us it was open and we found her with a maroon satin robe, that kind of thing you can smell ‘rich’ on it. We saw sitting by the bed and anxiety marking her face before she looked at us and there was something of relief there

“Miss Birkenstone, Danny and I are here”

“It was ‘bout time!”

She went to close the door and check if there wasn’t anybody there to hinder our meeting. Soon, the curtains at her windows were brought to keep whatever subject we were to discuss there under secrecy from the rest of the world. Admit it was quite paranoid but I believe she knew what expected her.

“I am sorry for that, but I do not want any intruder here with us tonight”

Then she returned to her position, sitting at the end of it, facing the door and Danny and I, who were a few steps from it. From that point on, things would change dramatically to anyone involved.

“You told me you knew how to get rid of my problem, Kate. I want to know your plan”

“Well… you told me the other day that you miss the time you had with your boyfriends and the how you wanted to relieve it, at least for a while, am I correct?”

“Yes, you are. I told you that and, since then, I am eager to find out what you and your boyfriend have for me tonight”

“Well, so… let me continue, Danny and I discussed about it, and I let him aware of what you told me. After thinking for a while, we came to a conclusion that I have the perfect medicine for your dry spell, ma’am”

“And what do you mean with? Are you offering your boyfriend to me?”

“No, I am offering both of us to you”

“Huh? I don’t understand… what are you proposing to me, Kate?”

“I am proposing the only way you will stop with your blues and forget the ones that ditched you in the past. We are offering you the deal of your life: you won’t ever shall complain about being alone no more because we are offering each other to be with you”

“I still don’t understand… why you two are doing it? And what the hell…”

“The thing is: you miss your zany life at the city but you don’t want to come back there because of the heartbreaks. And we know that you spend the days alone in your bedroom reminiscing of those times, feeling yourself as the memories of those men sleeping with you are fresh like last week’s movies inside your mind. Then, we decided that, in order to make yourself free of these ‘ghosts’ who ‘haunt’ you, we are offering ourselves in some sort of ‘sacrifice’ for you to finally put those to sleep and have more pleasant nights”

“Kate and I are aware about your plight, Miss Birkenstone. She told me everything that I needed to know about you and what happened at the big city. I confess you got my interest as soon as I saw you, because see somebody like you, who got the best of life and then, come back to your aunt’s arms like you lost the world championship… I am not here to laugh about you, but it interests me to see somebody like you here with us”

“What Danny’s trying to say is that he agreed with my idea and I am here to give both of us to help you to end your dry spell. I am here to help you and him too, so here is the offer: have us and find pleasure again or live without it for some time more”

“Let me try to understand: you two want me to have sex with you because you both feel that I need to have sex because of my perennial sadness after I came to live here?”

“Correct, Miss Birkenstone”

Let’s say, at first, she was open, but not fully to our proposal. Not because she didn’t like, but the fear of her Aunt Olga to find out and throw them all out of her house. The old lady was stricter as ever on how the ‘help’ should relate with the ‘bosses’ (as Anne being part of the family, she was included at that part and, therefore, see us fooling around with her niece could spell doom to any involved.

That didn’t mean the idea of the maid and the chauffeur to ‘sexually assist’ her (let’s put in these words) during her ‘blues’ wasn’t something she didn’t desire. It quite intrigued her, but there was a few doubts, most of them linked to the subject exposed above. Danny and I had to make sure her aunt wouldn’t find out a squeak about what was going on inside her chambers.

“You shall rest assured, Miss Birkenstone, that nothing that happens here will leave the room. We will be as discrete as possible and your aunt won’t know anything about what happened here”

“Are you sure, Kate? You know how bad it would be if she learned about it”

“Danny and I won’t speak a word to anybody. Your privacy will be respected and you won’t regret about it”

“If so… I don’t know if that will hurt or not… so, why not?”

The agreement was like that, Anne didn’t go reluctant too much since it was something she would be on board even if the situation was different. The three of us smiled and then we get to prepare ourselves to give Miss Birkenstone the night of her life.

“Well… how do we begin?”

“Why you don’t check on Danny? I am assured he is not like any man you dated before”

Anne hesitated at first on if she would approach Danny or not. I admit a situation like that presented to her was quite strange to her and doubt anyone would dare not to say they wouldn’t feel something like that when presented with something like that.

“Please, Miss Birkenstone, don’t worry. You can play with him the way you want”

“S-Should I?”

“Why not? He is here for you after all”

Soon, I could witness the rich girl having her hands all around her aunt’s driver, pretty much being the first time she had something with one of societal rungs below hers. The hesitation was there, but when she found what she was looking for, all the inhibitions were way.

They shared a kiss and soon she dropped to her knees and, once pants down, she gave him a fine blowjob. Not only that but he joined the oral action at bed and got into a quite exciting 69er. Well, this is what sex hunger makes you do…

I watched with horny curiosity as they rarely exchanged words at some point and all I could hear was moaning. The mutual oral fan took all the attention for the early while before

“Your boyfriend is fantastic, Kate! He sucks pussy better than any man I had!”

“Well, I can say the same about your sucking. On par with Kate’s”

If you think that compliment would make me feel odd for him, nope. I wasn’t too jealous about my sexual skills compared to others and that moment was predicted something like that would happen. Anne’s dedication on the blowjob plus her loving on Danny’s cunnilingual performance made me smile a bit.

“Why don’t you should Miss Birkenstone what you are made of, Danny?”

Like a child waiting for the Christmas gift, Anne Birkenstone willingly surrendered herself to desire as she allowed Danny on top of her. And she didn’t want him to go ‘too slow’, as she wanted to feel it deep on her. Of course, it was what he did and her answer, well… she tried not to get too loud for nobody inside the house (especially her aunt) to notice the noise. But I bet you understand what I am talking about it.

Like one of those families (if there were ones) who watched their married offspring to perform the first consummation of their relationship, there was my interest in watch them going at, with my boyfriend putting all effort he could to make his boss to feel pleasure, as she requested him to keep going with his ‘assignment’

“Danny… ahhhhhhhh! Fuck me, Danny! You are better than any man I had!”

It was truth what she said or it was to make the game go on. Well, that didn’t matter as he stood on top of her for a while, Miss Birkenstone’s legs around Danny and making he keep going with the ordeal. Myself could not resist on touching myself while he delivered joy to poor rich girl…

“Wow, Danny. She is really into the help…”

My comment was just a regular comment, but sparked on Anne something she thought it missed. There were three of us inside her chamber and only two having body-on-body physical contact to each other. The odd woman out that was me was just there and perhaps Anne felt I, as the instigator of the whole action, had to have a part of the action.

“Won’t you come to join us, Kate?”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yes, you. After all, you were the one behind this idea”

“Well, I don’t know, Miss Birkenstone…”

“ I insist, Kate”

Seeing she was adamant to me to have something on the ‘party’ (perhaps she noticed the masturbatory session I was doing), it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. When I joined, I managed to find another surprise coming from that bag of tricks that was that night, right from Anne Birkenstone’s sleeve.

I never had any actual thing with another woman and believed until that point neither Miss Birkenstone had. But when she went for my tits and her hand began to play with my pussy while Danny was still hammering her shocked me at first, as then I pretty much realized that a woman like her wouldn’t be strange to the same sex desires when she began to do it.

“Oh… Miss Birkenstone…”

Danny smiled when seeing that and then suggested me to join ‘for real’ as he brought me to sit on top of my boss’ niece. When I felt her tongue got to touch my silt, world fell down right there. Everything I knew about sex and myself so far I had to learn again.

It was an experience for the ages, feel myself being eaten by Anne while Danny fucked her. Something that never could turn me on and wasn’t on my list of things to do before dying until that night then it seemed to be the perfect thing to do. I couldn’t believe how much delight the three of us were having there.

“Ahhhhhhh1 uhhhhhhh! Miss Birkenstone!”

‘Ahhhhhhhhh! Yess! YESSSSS”

“Ohhh My God! You two… ahhhhhh!”

It wasn’t the only thing we did that night. Anne wanted the whole circle and we kissed, banged, fucked and did more. Danny got her in all fours and taught her a nice lesson on fucking that she never got at the big city as she gave me another round of oral. It was heavenly for me, but even more to her.

I also had some ‘classes’ to teach her, as Danny had a few turns on my between her rounds. But my pleasure was the ‘lesser’ one to be demanded. It was all for Anne and the center of the attention she should be. We did many things to her that, if I told everything in the most single detail, I would be writing until next year’s Christmas, so let’s try to sum it up a bit.

Some of the highlights were moments such as we both giving head to Anne, something that made her burst in delight. She got fucked in all fours, rode my boyfriend and did all the sort of things she did back when she was at the glitzy lights and that she dearly missed. It was for Miss Birkenstone the night of her life, seeing two people that didn’t judge her for what she has on the bank, but wanted truly to help her. It was pleasure all along for her and it was all dedicated to that girl.

When she reached to the point, it was like no one I ever saw or had. It was the ‘orgasm’. Her face when she came was of somebody that probably didn’t have one in a while; she even smiled when receiving it. Danny and I watched from ‘first row’ all what Anne Birkenstone got in pleasure, finally winning her dry spell, conquering the disappointment men did to her until that point. It was when she learned to live again.

“So, how it was, Miss Birkenstone?”

“It was… fantastic… my God! I never felt something like that in my entire life”

“Well, it might be because you did it with somebody who really wanted you”

“God, none of my boyfriends ever did that to me! Thank you two, you are the best people I ever met!”

“We are the help and this is what we do”

“Well, may I request you something?”

“Sure, go ahead, Miss Birkenstone”

“I want you to come to me every week to give me that pleasure you gave me tonight”

“What? Do you want us to do it again?”

“Why not? I never been this happier in my entire life and you gave that to me again. I don’t wish this to never end. Please…”

“If this is what you want, Miss Birkenstone…”

Then we started to make weekly ‘visits’ to Miss Birkenstone bedroom and give all what we did that night. I admit it was the best decision we ever made and I do not regret getting to help Anne to enjoy herself and learn that the happiness can sometimes be where you do less expect to. Well, that until her aunt found out, but this is for another story…
- 41
- 42
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

More Romance & Erotic Comics