The Pleasure of Watching

The Lord was aware of the strange inclinations of his chief steward. He also knew how much he exploited his hierarchical position, thanks to which he had a dozen maids under his authority, but he never even thought of reproaching him. The time in which they both lived had its own laws, and people lived within the given frameworks as best they could or knew. Moreover, the Lord himself was not any more chaste. When he decided to breach the discretion of his steward, it was not due to moralistic views, but rather an unfortunate twist of circumstances. The Lord had, in fact, felt the weight of the seed accumulated in his testicles all afternoon, seed he had no way to release. He dared, therefore, to uninvitedly join the celebration of his subject. He knew when and where he “relaxed,” so he headed there. In complete silence, he went down the stairs leading to the basement of his villa and cautiously paused by the ajar entrance door, peeking in. And he had much to see.
 In the spacious pantry, the chief steward sat on a wooden stool, while three young maids stood before him with their heads bowed, looking listlessly at the floor.

 “Bettsy,” he addressed one of them, the youngest girl with long, loose blonde hair. “Take off your clothes and lie on the table.”
 
The girl indifferently obeyed him, untying her dress. The candlelight first illuminated her ample and, for her size, unusually firm breasts, then her wide hips and protruding backside. Having undressed, she lay quietly on the massive table. The steward then mumbled something, taking off his pants, at which point the other two maids, like snakes, began to slide their hands over the naked girl's body, kissing her thighs, then her knees, and then lower, stopping to kneel at her feet. They licked her toes, soles, and heels, then slid their tongues up her calves back to her knees and thighs. As they spread her legs, the steward was contentedly stroking his considerable member. In the next moment, all three girls were naked. Bettsy simply lay calmly while one of her forced lovers, a curvy brunette, was probing her thick bush with her tongue, and the other, a brown-haired maid with enormous breasts, was rubbing her shaved pussy against the blonde's taut nipples. The silence was slowly replaced by increasingly louder moans, and the Lord could not resist reaching for his already hardened member in his hiding place and following his subject's example. The brunette slowly pulled her face away from Bettsy's groin and inserted two fingers into her wet interior. The Lord was thrilled to notice that in the next moment, the abyss of the hot pussy was being penetrated by three, and soon after four fingers, until with uncontrollable sobs, the young maid received an entire hand from her excited colleague. What a sight! The brunette had her fist buried up to the wrist in that bottomless pit, while thick, white fluid flowed down the table along Bettsy's backside. She was no longer calm either. She was panting and raising her legs, making her pussy more accessible, while the third girl, the brown-haired rider, shifted her heated crotch from her breasts to her face, thrusting herself onto the restless blonde's tongue. Finally, the steward joined them. His thin and long member pressed against the brunette's anus, whose hand did not leave the agitated Bettsy's pussy, and with a sharp thrust, he buried it in her evidently well-used ass. He mercilessly thrust into her, slapping her trembling buttocks with his palms. The Lord could not hold out until the end. He spilled his sperm on the floor and the door, then sighed deeply and pulled up his pants.

He walked away, listening to the screams from the basement and thought with satisfaction:
 “Imagination is a fucker's best friend.”