Posted February 15, 2012on:
I had a story burning my brain and had to write it. It’s like nothing I’ve ever written. It’s a historical set in Victorian England all about a lonely maid working in a huge mansion who has *needs*. Exploring the mansion she finds something that she uses for those needs. You have to check it out! I’m including a Smashwords coupon for half off.
Stella wandered through the old mansion. She’d been working there as a maid for three months and still hadn’t seen every room. Today, on her day off, she decided to explore and learn every room. The elderly woman, who was her employer, rarely left her room and would never notice.
She tried to turn the knob to a room she’d never entered in the southwest wing, but the door was locked. She tilted her head to the side. She was curious by nature and wanted to know what could possibly be inside. She pulled a pin from her hair and wiggled it in the lock. No good.
She made a face, and decided to come back with her keys later. As a maid, she had keys to most of the rooms in the house. The southwest wing was never used, and had been closed off since the old earl had died some years before, so no one would notice if she entered.
She returned quickly to her room, passing a mirror on her way. She glanced at herself. Even though she was over thirty now, she’d kept her blond good looks. Her face and body still had turned the head of enough of the nobility that she’d spent a number of years working on her back rather than with a feather duster in hand.
She was a tiny woman with a curvaceous body. She was almost a head shorter than most women, but she didn’t mind. She found men liked her tiny stature.
Now she was back to working. Her latest benefactor had married and his new wife had objected to his frequent visits to her home. That was okay. She just wished she’d been able to find a home with a young male noble living in it to work in. She had a better chance of finding another position as a mistress that way. Oh well. She could work here until she found something better.
She grabbed her keys and headed back toward the locked room. As she walked, she passed the arrogant butler. He wasn’t much older than she was, but he annoyed her to no end. He’d made it clear he thought because he’d hired her with no current references, she should be willing to show her appreciation in his bed.
He was handsome, and she’d be willing if he asked nicely, but the way he looked at her, as if it was her duty, made her refuse him every time. Eventually, she’d get desperate enough for a man deep in her pussy she’d do it, but not today. A chill went through her as she thought about it. He was a tall, muscular man who would completely dominate her in bed. Just the thought of it had her pussy moistening. Someday she would definitely be spreading her legs for that man. Today was not the day, however.
She continued through the halls until she came to the room. She slipped her key from her pocket and turned it in the lock. She hadn’t been certain it would work, but there was no problem. Walking into the room, she found a huge wooden crate. What could be inside?
She needed some tools to take it apart to see. She wandered outside to the stables and asked the stable lad for a hammer. They’d had a flirtation going since her arrival. He cupped his crotch. “Is this the hammer you’re looking for?”
She laughed softly. He was only about twenty, and she was sure he didn’t have the experience to please her in bed, or she might have taken him up on his offer. He was certainly appealing, but if she took a lover for her, and not for money, it was going to be one who knew how to use his cock to bring her pleasure, not just himself. “Not this time, love. I want the kind I can use to do some real damage to a crate.”
He brought her the hammer. “Offer’s always open for you, Stella.”
She smiled. “One of these nights, Johnny, I’m bound to get lonely enough to take you up on it.”
He grinned, kissing her hand. “See that you do.”
She kissed his cheek and wandered back to the room hammer in hand. She spent the next hour tearing the crate apart. Finally, she had it broken down enough to reveal a life-sized horse set on springs like a small child’s rocking horse. She’d heard horses like this were very popular in the United States, but those were for children. This was adult sized.
She walked around it looking at it closely. There were two buttons in the side, and she pressed one. Nothing happened. She pressed the other, and from the center of the saddle out popped a metal spherical pole.
She walked closer and looked at it more carefully. Her hand gripped the smooth cold metal. Her eyes widened as she understood exactly what it was for. If a woman were to seat herself on the saddle just right, that thing would slide right into her. She drew in a breath. She had to try it.
She went to the kitchen and got a pail of soap and water, carefully locking the door as she left and locking it behind her when she returned. She scrubbed the entire saddle of the horse, paying extra attention to the cock that sprang up from the saddle.
It was just a bit larger than the average man, but if a woman sat on it, and rocked it just right, she could bring herself to an incredible orgasm. She smiled to herself. She wasn’t going to need the stable lad or the butler. She was going to take care of her own needs in a way that was sure to satisfy her.
She couldn’t wait. She’d never ridden a horse before, but she’d seen it done often enough that she knew how to go about it. She pulled her skirt up around her waist and put one foot into the stirrup. Throwing one leg over the apparatus, she carefully put her foot into the other stirrup. She lined her pussy up just right and slowly slid herself down over the cock. She squealed at the cold against her sensitive region, but knew the warmth of her body would have it hot in no time.
She was already soaking wet from just thinking about riding it for the last hour as she prepared it. Slowly, she rocked back and forth, bouncing on the horse, sliding a bit lower with each slow bounce.
Finally, after a minute, the dildo was fully embedded inside her. Once it was in, she sat for a moment, just enjoying the feel of the hard steel inside her. She closed her eyes tightly, thinking back to how she’d become a “loose woman”.