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Author's Note:
Part 3 is here already!!! I can feel all of your shock through the
internet. I actually wrote this one while waiting to upload part 2 this
week. Anyways, this is another piece of the story. It should be fairly
easy to see where this part fits in the story. Also, part 4 coming next
week. It may be the conclusion, but it may grow into two parts.
This piece is heavily inspired by Kelly Hunter's The New Wife. I loved
all of her stories when I first read them and this one in particular.
They were what mostly inspired me to write my stories and this is my
homage.
The Duchess: Part 3: The New Maid
by Hazel M
Michelle walked up to the large manor house, her cheap leather boots
crunching on gravel, her nylon covered thighs rustling on each other and
on the tight grey skirt. The three inch heels made navigating the gravel
a bit awkward, but she managed. She had to make a good impression after
all. She pulled her coat tighter about herself and brushed a short
blonde curl away from her face. It was certainly cold out here in the
country and the clouds made it worse. Well, whatever, she would warm
things up soon enough, she thought with a smirk. She reached for the
brass knocker on the large wooden door and knocked three times.
She stood there for a few minutes before she heard the latch and the
deadbolt being undone. The door squeaked open and a girl's face peered
out. She had a thin, oval face and thin lips. Her jet black hair was
tied up in a bun atop her head. She wore a pair of glasses, though they
didn't look very strong. She wore a light pink turtleneck that covered a
pair of small breasts and a tweed skirt that fell to her knees. Her legs
were covered in opaque, tan colored tights. She wore a pair of plain
brown shoes with modest 1 inch heels. "Hello," the girl squeaked, "are
you here for the maid's position?"
"Yes, I'm Michelle. I emailed you last week," she said in her sonorous
tones.
"I'm Rachel, the Duchess' assistant," the girl replied, while juggling
her pen and notepad in one hand and offering her the other hand. Michell
took the hand and shook it politely. She had to resist smirking down at
the plain looking midget. What a contrast they must've looked, the
bookish librarian and the supermodel.
Rachel turned and walked back into the marbled hallway. Michelle took a
deep breath and composed herself. She walked in and closed the door
behind her before following Rachel. Their shoes clicked on the hard
marble. Michelle knew she would encounter old money, but she was still
shocked. The corridor was lined with expensive oil paintings, antique
suits of armor and sculptures. Any one of them would've been enough to
keep her comfortable for years. Up ahead, Rachel turned right, into a
sitting room and she followed. The room was opulent. Both sides of the
room had large bay windows, the front window looking on the gravel drive
and the back window onto extensive grounds leading to trees in the
distance. A large fireplace to one side had a roaring fire going, giving
off warmth and a cheerful flickering light. Thick red carpets covered
the sitting area of the floor. Expensive looking furniture occupied one
side of the room. The other side of the room was occupied by a small
breakfast table that looked out onto the front of the grounds.
Michelle took all of this in, before her eyes settled on the couple
sitting on the large sofa. The woman looked to be in her mid forties and
she had slightly graying blonde hair and green eyes. She must've been a
looker in her youth, but age was beginning to creep in. She had a noble
bearing that more than made up for it though. The tailored pale pink
suit, white seamed stockings and light pink patent leather shoes all
added to her beauty. The man was of an age with her and every bit as
handsome. His dark hair was beginning to recede, giving him a more
distinguished look. His face looked like it had been carved from marble.
The tailored shirt and waistcoat couldn't disguise the muscular body
underneath. A suit jacket that matched the dark grey pants lay folded on
the arm of the sofa. He wore immaculate black leather shoes. At the
moment, he was busy reading the paper and didn't bother looking up.
Rachel walked up to the woman and curtsied, making it look natural. She
had clearly had a lot of practice. "Your grace," she said, "this is
Michelle, who applied for the maid's position." Michelle stepped forward
at this and curtsied and waited. The Duchess put her cup and saucer down
on the side table and looked Michelle up and down once, before gesturing
to the sofa opposite. Rachel walked over to stand behind her boss.
Rachel thanked the Duchess and walked over to the other sofa. She
smoothed the back of her skirt before perching down on the edge. This
was the big moment. This was what the last six months of training had
been for.
"Well, tell me a little about yourself Michelle," Olivia asked. Michelle
nodded slowly, pretending to compose her answer. Then she launched into
her prepared speech. She told the Duchess about her past history,
working for expensive hotels and then other influential families. She
said she started off as a maid, but her ambition was to collect enough
money to start her own bed and breakfast one day in a scenic town
nearby. She then handed over the recommendation letters from previous
employers, all of which had been made up, the handwriting being a very
cunning forgery. "This looks very good," the Duchess said, "very well,
you're hired. Rachel will explain all the details to you." Michelle took
that as her dismissal and got up from the sofa. She glanced at the Duke
and saw that he had stopped reading. Veiled behind the paper, he was
looking sideways at her with a look of unadulterated pleasure. She could
see the slight bulge twitching in his pants. She curtsied the pair of
them and excused herself from the room. As she followed Rachel from the
room, she couldn't keep the smirk from her lips. After six months of
effort, she was finally in.
Michelle knocked gently before entering the Duchess' room. She winced
and stretched her arms over her head. Cleaning was tiring work. Her work
had begun almost immediately. Rachel had taken her to her small room
with the attached bathroom. She had handed her the plain cotton maid's
outfit and told her that she would be responsible for all of the
cleaning and waiting on the Duke and Duchess at meal times. A week later
and she was just beginning to get used to the work load. The only
possible perk was unfettered access to the house.
She took a good look around the room. It was large and furnished in an
opulent manner similar to the rest of the house. The middle of the room
was occupied by the large four poster bed, covered in silk sheets. It
looked very messy and slept in. She chewed on her lower lip, thinking.
The Duchess was out of town on business today and Rachel went with her.
The Duke was out with some friends of his. Other than those three, there
was only the cook, but she only came in at mealtimes and had no interest
whatsoever in being at the manor outside of those. In other words, she
had the house to herself. She giggled in anticipation as she skipped
over to the large walk in closet.
The closet was full of expensive clothes of all kinds, hats and shoes.
There was a large mirror off to one side, along with a vanity. She took
a deep breath to calm her nerves. Since she was responsible for the
laundry, she wasn't particularly worried about being caught. At least
not just yet. She started going through each of the drawers carefully.
She found piles and piles of silky lingerie. It looked like nothing but
the best for the Duchess. Michelle giggled and began unbuttoning her
maid's dress. She stripped off the dress and the apron. She stepped out
of the 3 inch heeled black leather pumps. Underneath, she wore a pair of
white cotton panties and a plain white sports bra. She quickly removed
them both. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a pair of black
seamed stockings. She gently rolled the stockings up her legs one at a
time, thrilling in the feel of the cold, soft material sliding up her
legs, until the wide lace tops settled on her thighs. She pulled out a
black silk garter belt and quickly clipped it on. She attached the
garters, feeling the stockings tightening on her legs. Next, she pulled
out a pair of black silk panties. She stepped into them and pulled them
up, the silk gliding gently over the stockings. She pulled them up snug
against her pussy. The feeling of the silk on her pussy nearly sent her
over the edge right there, but she had more cleaning to take care of.
She quickly wrapped her lovely breasts in a matching black silk bra. As
a last thought, she picked up a silk full slip from another drawer and
pulled it over her ill gotten goods. She covered up her stolen lingerie
with the maid's dress and stepped into her shoes again. She stuck her
own plain underwear in a hamper and carried it out of the room to get
back to her duties, her new stockings rubbing on each other, the taught
garters pulling on them with each step and the soft slip brushing
against her body. She didn't think she could stand waiting until this
evening.
Michelle walked into her small room and closed the door behind herself.
She leaned back against the door for a moment. She had anticipated some
exertion, but she was not prepared for the amount of work needed to
clean a house this big. She looked forward to relieving the stress of
her day. She sat down on the stool and removed her pumps, relieving her
aching feet. She walked towards the bed, removing the white cotton
headpiece and releasing her blonde curls. She pressed one hand into her
crotch and massaged herself for a moment through the plain brown cotton
dress and the silk slip and panties underneath. Her excitement building,
she quickly untied the apron and tossed it aside. The apron was followed
by the dress. She reluctantly pulled the silky black slip over her head
and laid it on the back of a chair nearby.
She walked over to the bathroom and stood before the mirror. The sight
of her lovely curves, covered in delicate silk lingerie turned her on.
She cupped her hands over the black silk cups of the stolen bra and
squeezed. A soft, "Ooh," escaped her lips. She pulled down one of the
cups and lifted her soft, round orb out. She gently tweaked the nipple,
sending electricity through her body. Her other hand snaked beneath the
silk panties and rubbed her clitoris. She stood there for a while,
teasing herself. She felt herself getting wet, the crotch of her panties
glistening with moisture. "Time to take this party to the bed," she
thought. On the way, she unhooked the bra, letting her breasts hang
free. She reveled in the weight tugging on her chest as she padded to
the bed. She lay down on the plain cotton sheets. She lifted her hips in
the air and pulled off the panties.
She began massaging her breasts, gently squeezing and pinching them,
gasping in rhythm. Her legs squeezed together, the silky stockings
rustling softly. She began rubbing her clitoris once again. She thought
back to that moment yesterday, when she had caught the Duke stroking the
tent in his pants behind her back. She smiled at the memory. She
imagined him being there with her now. She imagined the touch of his
lips on hers. She felt his tongue gently licking her nipples, his
strong, firm hands squeezing her breasts. The garters stretched as her
thighs spread apart. She moaned as her fingers penetrated the entrance
to her vagina. She imagined him atop her, the initial discomfort as his
cock pushed past the lips. She sighed as her fingers began stroking her
g-spot, imagining his manhood filling her, thrusting in and out of her
with each stroke. She heard him whisper sweet nothings in her ear. She
imagined him thrusting deep into herself for the last time, saw his face
above hers, she felt his seed spill into her. One last brush against the
sensitive spot pushed her over the edge. "Aah, aah, aaaaah." She came in
waves, her tightly wrapped cock throbbing and twitching, squirting her
juices all over her thighs, even as she imagined him filling her up with
his seed, his juices leaking out of her pussy. She lay back, enveloped
in his imagined embrace.
She sighed, feeling the warmth of her recent orgasm recede. The plain
cotton sheets rustled on her bare skin. "Mmm," she moaned at the
sensation. Of course, very soon, the sheets she would be sleeping under
would be made of silk, not cotton. Very soon, she would have silky
lingerie of her own. She thought back to the look of lust on the Duke's
face from earlier. Yes, very soon, she would be the lady of the manor.
Getting into the house was the easy part. Very soon, she would get into
the role of the Duchess.
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