Servant Sex Stories

Monday, January 6, 2025 at 9:22:36 AM UTC

**Title: The Servant’s Secret Desire**

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm orange glow over the sprawling estate. Mary, the young servant girl, hurried through the corridors, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had been working for Lord Harrington for several months now, and she had noticed the way his eyes lingered on her, the way his voice softened when he spoke to her. She knew that he desired her, just as she desired him.

As she entered the library, she found Lord Harrington sitting in his favorite armchair, a glass of brandy in hand. His eyes lit up at the sight of her, and a small smile played on his lips.

“Ah, Mary,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You look more beautiful than ever.”

Mary blushed, feeling a warm flutter in her stomach. She curtsied politely, keeping her eyes lowered as she approached him.

“Thank you, my lord,” she murmured. “Is there anything I can do for you this evening?”

Lord Harrington’s eyes darkened with desire as he looked at her. “Yes, Mary,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “There is something you can do for me.”

Mary’s heart raced as she waited for him to continue. She knew what he wanted, what they both wanted, but she dared not speak the words aloud.

“Come closer,” Lord Harrington said, his voice commanding. Mary obeyed, stepping closer to him until she stood directly in front of his chair. He reached out a hand, cupping her chin and lifting her face to his.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, all the tension and desire that had been building between them seemed to explode. Lord Harrington leaned forward, capturing Mary’s lips in a searing kiss. She gasped in surprise, but quickly melted into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Their lips moved together in a dance of passion, each kiss more urgent and desperate than the last. Lord Harrington’s hands roamed over Mary’s body, caressing her curves through the soft fabric of her servant’s dress. Mary moaned softly, her body arching into his touch, her desire growing with each passing second.

Lord Harrington stood suddenly, lifting Mary into his arms and carrying her to the nearby chaise lounge. He laid her down gently, his hands moving to the buttons of her dress, slowly undoing them one by one. Mary’s breath caught in her throat as he revealed her creamy skin, his hands tracing the curves of her body with reverence.

Their clothes fell away, forgotten on the floor as they lost themselves in each other’s embrace. Lord Harrington’s hands moved over Mary’s body, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each touch. She arched into his caress, her body trembling with need as he explored every inch of her.

Their lovemaking was slow and tender, yet filled with an urgency that spoke of their deep desire for each other. Lord Harrington worshipped Mary’s body with his hands and mouth, drawing out her pleasure until she thought she would shatter into a million pieces. And when he finally entered her, filling her with his throbbing desire, Mary cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling with the force of her release.

They moved together in a rhythm as old as time, their bodies merging in a dance of passion and love. Mary clung to Lord Harrington, her nails digging into his back as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over her again and again. And when he finally reached his own climax, spilling his seed deep inside her, Mary felt a sense of completion unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

As they lay entwined in each other’s arms, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking, Mary knew that she had found a love unlike any other. And as Lord Harrington whispered sweet words of affection in her ear, she knew that she had finally found her true place in the world – in his arms, as his lover and confidante.

And so, the servant girl and her master lived out their days in blissful harmony, their secret desire for each other burning bright in the darkness of the night. And as the sun rose on a new day, they knew that their love would endure, bound together by the unbreakable bond of passion and desire.

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