A New Chambermaid in Uptown Abbey

by Dick the Prophet

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, mt/Fa, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Water Sports, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A young boy has had to disguise himself as a chambermaid to get a job in Uptown Abbey. Life there is very sexually orientated. He is buggered by his Lordship, fucked by her Ladyship...

I was born in December 1940 with blond hair and blue eyes. My father was a Swedish arms sales representative for Bofors 40mm anti-aircraft guns.

My mother had been the chambermaid in Uptown Abbey, when he had been visiting the owner, to sell him a licence to manufacture the guns. He managed to seduce my mother one morning when he was feeling randy. He was her first lover, and I was born nine months later. My mother stayed at Uptown Abbey until 1943 when she left to become a barmaid in the local inn, as the trade had picked up with the coming into the war, of the Americans. She later married a GI and went to America at the end of the War. So I was brought up by my grandmother, who was a widow, whose husband had died in WW1.

I was a weak and a delicate child. We never had a lot of food to eat, as we were so poor. The only clothes we had, were my mother's old school girl outfits so I entered school dressed as a girl. I was not a tom-boy and played with the girls. When I was 14, boys became interested in me. One boy walked home with me and we stopped on a grassy bank. He wanted to put his hands up my skirt but I offered to play with his cock instead. So he opened up his fly buttons and pulled out his prick. I had to hold it and move his foreskin back and forth, until he shot spunk out of the end. I didn't feel excited myself though, merely interested.

Another day, I walked with a pretty girl called Lindsey into a field and she wanted to see why I was so flat-chested when she had nice tits. She opened her blouse and I saw her cone shape breasts with a big nipples sticking out. I put my hand out and rubbed it gently.

"Get off you" she said, "You're not a boy."

"Oh but I am", and I lifted my skirt up and pulled my knickers down.

"Here put your hand on this." She put her hand out and gently touched my cock. She grasped it a bit more tightly and moved the foreskin up and down.

"Is this what they call wanking? The other girls told me about it and have done it to their boyfriends."

"Yes it must be because I've never felt this good before, please don't stop."

She carried in until I cried out with pleasure and gave a small spurt of spunk into her hand. She then said that she was excited and could I please rub her between her legs, so I put my hand inside her knickers and rubbed her slit. It was already slippery, and soon she gave a little moan as she came. After that day we often walked home together and rubbed each other nicely.

I left school at 14 and a half, as my Gran had died and I could not pay the rent, so I had to leave our lovely thatched cottage. I was not strong enough to work as a farm hand, the main occupation of the village men, so I went to live and work in the big house. The cook knew who my mother was, and she felt responsible for me.

I became the Chambermaid, because my hair was down to my shoulders, and I looked like a girl. I also didn't have the build of a farm boy. There wasn't a barber in my village so I had just cut my hair with my granny's scissors. I had brought my mum's old outfit with me which was the traditional a black skirt and a white apron. Underneath, I was meant to wear long drawers but I didn't, as they felt horrible, but I had to wear a stupid white cap which hid my hair. It was big house having six bedrooms on the first floor, then more above for the servants. My duties were to get up at 6 am, clean the grates of ash and lay new fires in the winter, light the Aga stove, serve breakfast to the family, then empty the chamber pots and make the beds after the family had come downstairs.

The owner of Uptown Abbey was a Baron, and was called Lord Francis Cracknell. His wife was Lady Claudette. His grandfather had bought it and the entire village from a Marquis whose only son had died in WW1 at the Battle of Loos. They said he bought his title from Lloyd George. He had made his money in arms manufacturer business. His son taken over in 1930 and had expanded the business to make Domestic Appliances. During the Second World War the factory had reverted back to making small arms and ammunition for the war effort. His son, who had been a reservist, joined up and was appointed as a Major. He was appointed as the Liaison Officer to General de Gaulle, because he had studied Modern languages at Cambridge. He met and married the daughter of the French Liaison Officer, Claudette.

After the War, the factory restarted but grandfather sold the business to a large Appliance company, and retired but he then died in 1949. The present Lord Cracknell joined the War Office and he and his family, lived in the family's large house on Cadogan Square in London at first.

Uptown Abbey had to be modernised from its Victorian state. This took four years – the electrical wiring, the roof, the bathrooms, the curtains, central heating, everything. Only the outside remained the same. The basic staff had remained to clean up after the builders.

When it was ready for habitation Lady Cracknell became responsible for the housekeeping – the accounts, payment of staff and suppliers and under her there was a cook, an assistant cook, a housemaid and a chambermaid. Two cleaners came in five days a week. The butler, a stable boy, the chauffeur, the footmen and the ladies' maids had all gone. The cook's husband was the Head Gardner who worked the large walled kitchen garden with another man from the village. Vegetables and fruit from there supplied all the needs of the house and the rest were sold to the village shop. The parkland that had been landscaped but had been converted into farmland during WW1 and a farm with stable had been built. There was a large lawn in front of the house either side of the hundred yard long driveway.

The Cracknell family consisted of two children, a boy of 17 Jonathan, another boy aged 15 called William, and a girl called Elizabeth aged 14. All of them went to Beadles, a mixed boarding school. They came home for the summer at the beginning of July. I had been working there for two months when that happened. Usually I served his lordship and lady their breakfast and then went upstairs and emptied their chamber pots and made the beds, but after the first morning, when the two children didn't come down by nine o'clock, I was told to go up and draw their curtains to wake them up each day.

The first morning, when I went into the bedrooms at half past eight, I surprised the young girl as she pissed into the chamber pot. She looked up at me, and smiling carried on pissing. She had her nightie pulled up and I could see her white thighs in the morning sun. I smiled and stood back, respectively. I felt a 'stirring in my loins' as the bible says. She stood up and asked me to pass her the cloth from the basin stand to wipe herself with, which I did.

I went into the boy's room, and he too was filling his potty. He looked up and also smiled at me. Without being told, I crossed the room and picked up the cloth and passed it to him.

"Would you like to give it a stroke?" he asked while wiping his cock.

I don't think he realised I was a boy, so I replied "Yes"

I took hold of it and stroked the foreskin gently up and down. It became stiff in my hand. I knew what he wanted.

"Have you ever done this before?"

"No "I said shyly, pretending to be innocent.

I moved my hand up and down and bit faster; he groaned and moved his hips forward.

"Ahhhhh ... that's lovely ... don't stop ... faster ... faster ... yes ... I'm cuming!"

I pushed back on hard on his foreskin, then I let go. His cock jerked upwards and spunk shot up in the air, falling partly onto the carpet and into the potty.

"That was great. Thank you. What's your name?"

"I'm called Jewels. I'm the new chambermaid."

"That's a funny name?"

"My mother called me her little jewel, but my granny can't read and that what the teachers said my name should be."

From then onwards they always welcomed me into their rooms. When I went into Lizzy's room the next day she was again was squatting over her potty and pissing a stream into it. When she had stopped, I went to pass her the flannel, but instead of letting go, I asked her if I could rub it for her, she answered yes and stood up. I gently moved the cloth back and forward, smiling into her face as I did it. I then turned around to put it back on its hook and as I did so I sniffed at the cloth. It smelt interesting.

The next morning, when I went into Lizzy's room, she was leaning back on her bed and was rubbing her cunt.

"Would you do this for me please, Jewels? I enjoyed it when you did it to me yesterday." So I moved my hand gently in her slit and I felt it getting moist. Then I felt a little knob at the top.

"That's the place rub there".

So I did; her cunt became was wet and slippery, my finger went into her hole, first one then two, then three.

"Oh that feels so good ... my girl friends at school don't do it as well as you do."

I felt the need to do more, so I dropped to my knees and pushed my face up between her legs. I licked her slit from the bottom to the top.

"Lick my special place, at the top of my quim, OOOO that's so good..."

I carried on, Lizzy started to move her hips back and forward against my face in a fucking motion. She held me tight and gave out a cry as she grabbed my head and pulled my head into her crotch. I licked even harder and then suddenly she gave a cry and a load of fluid came out of her cunt and I just had to drink it down.

Lizzy was gasping for breath and then when she had calmed a bit, she said

"I'm sorry about that; it's the first time I have had an orgasm"

It was Saturday the next day, and the family got up all together. Later I was told to help Lizzy as she was going to ride her pony which was stabled at the farm. I was expected to help Lizzy get into her jodhpurs. When I went into her bedroom she was just wearing her vest and underpants.

"Let's try to draw on my jodhpurs. I've grown since I last had them on."

It was a struggle, I was pulling and pushing and so was Lizzy.

"Try them on without your underpants on" I said.

Lizzy had to sit down and I pulled them off like a glove. Underneath were white knickers. I hadn't seen white ones before, I had only worn thick blue school ones. She stood up and I went onto my knees and reached up and gently pulled them down. I was now facing her cunt. It was beautiful.

Lizzy ignored my worshipping face and pushed me aside and grabbed her jodhpurs and pulled them on, wiggling her bum to get them all the way on.

"I wonder if I can bend now" and she bent her knees – there was a ripping sound and her jodhpurs split right up the bum.

"Ohno! I can't wear them now; I'll be showing my bum to the world".

She turned round and bent her knees so pointing her arse at me.

I looked and indeed, I could see her neat brown, wrinkled arsehole.

"I'll have to my new jeans".

She sat down on the floor so I could pull her jodhpurs off. I grabbed the bottoms and pulled hard. My prick under my skirt was so hard, from me staring at her cunt, that I hoped she would not see it bulge out under the apron, but she was too busy putting her jeans on to bother with looking at me. She had to wiggle her hips to get those on, in a most sexy way.

The next morning, when I went then into Lizzy's room, she had already opened the curtains and had finished using the potty. So I lifted it up to empty it into the lavatory.

"While you're there, pick up the jar of cold cream for me please."

I did, and came back with the pot in one hand and the jar in the other.

"Would you rub it on my thighs and bum please, I'm sore after riding again,"

She lifted her nightie and bent over the bed. I dug my fingers into the cold cream and applied it to the back of her thighs. Her bum was red as well and I gently rubbed that too. As I rubbed her cheeks, her crack opened up and I could see her brown wrinkled arsehole and a bit further down her quim. I became excited and started to breath quickly and I felt hot. I put some more cream on my fingers; with my left hand I rubbed the cheeks of her round red bum and with my right hand I wanked my prick under my skirt until it was stiff. Lizzy's legs were apart so I stood in between them and moved down until I could push my cock into her arse hole. It slipped in easily.

Lizzy gasped and then said "Play with my quim please", so I slipped my hand under her and rubbed her tight slit. I was shaking with desire, then I shoved extra hard and shot my load inside her bum. I fell on top of Lizzy and gasped for breath. I felt her cum on my hand.

"Ohh, that's was nice ... it was wonderful ... Oh, you're a boy!!!"

"Yes, I'm sorry I was overcome with lust."

"Why are you dressed as a maid?"

"Well my Gran died and I had to leave the cottage; I had nowhere to live, so I came her wearing my mum's maid outfit. Don't tell anyone I'm a boy or I'll lose my job and living."

At that moment Jonnie came into the room. "What's happening here then?"

"Jewels is a boy! He's just made love to me!"

"Well I be damned, he looks so like a girl."

My cap had come off in our excitement, and my long hair hung around my shoulders.

"Come here, let's do make your hair tidy, I'll brush it."

I sat down on her stool before her dressing table and looked in the mirror as he brushed and sorted my hair out. It was long and straggly.

"When did you last have it cut?"

"My Gran used to cut it with her kitchen scissors. She had only a small mirror in her room – I've never seen myself before."

Lizzy sat down beside me. "We look alike now I've brushed your hair to look tidy."

"Yes we do. We're both blond and have blue eyes."

"Let's go and tell Mummy".

She took my hand and we ran into her Ladyship's bedroom. She was sitting at her dressing table, putting on makeup. She turned round when we came in and smiled.

"What you want, darling?"

"Don't we look alike Mummy?"

She looked hard at us both and stood up. "Oh yes, you two could be sisters!"

"But Jewels is a boy, Mummy, look" and she pulled up my dress to reveal my limp cock.

"Why, so he is! I knew his mother had a baby but I didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl. You do look alike. Perhaps now is the time to tell you something I have kept to myself all these years. Like Jewels' mother, I was seduced by the Swedish Bofors gun merchant. Your father knows about it, and has forgiven me as he has made so much money from the manufacturer of the anti-aircraft guns. So Jewels is your half brother. We must now put him into boy's clothes. We shall call him Julian for now on, and I shall tell the other staff that he is a Footman."

"Jonnie, take your new brother to your bedroom and give him those clothes we put away as they were too small for you."

So I was dressed in a good pair of grey flannels, a clean white shirt and underpants, socks and proper shoes. I felt all different and uncomfortable. Then the Lady sat me down and cut my hair for me.

"A long time ago, during the War, I cut men and women's hair. Now sit still as I make you look like a nice clean boy. When did you last have a bath and wash your hair?"

"We never had a bath, Granny and me, we used to wash outside in the tub every morning; we had to break broke the ice in the winter before heating the water."

"I suppose you didn't have a lavatory either?"

"We had a wooden shed which we moved around the garden, close to the house in the winter, down the bottom in the summer, and we used old newspaper to wipe our bums."

She laughed. "Well you can go and run a bath right now, I'll come and help you wash."

So for the first time in my life I was immersed in water, apart from the time I was pushed into the stream. Her ladyship dipped my head under the water, then rubbed soap all over it and then dipped it again. She made me stand up and scrubbed my body, all over with soap on the flannel, including my prick. It started to get stiff, and her ladyship gently caught hold of it and pulled the foreskin back and forward until I felt a wonderful feeling and my prick went soft.

"Oh, you've just had an organism. That was nice, wasn't it." She said and smiled.

"Yes ma'am, I had seen spunk come out of your son's cock and it tastes a bit salty."

"You've been sucking my boy's cock?"

"Yes ma'am and he's pushed his cock up my bum."

"Have you been having sex with all my children then?"

"Yes."

"Well, I had better have a talk with them all or we might get into trouble."

We returned to her bedroom and she called the two boys and the girl in.

"Now I must tell you about sex before you get into trouble."

She then took her time and quietly without fuss, explained the facts of life to us – how babies were made, - about the 28 day menstruation of a woman and how her egg came down after 14 days – and then it was possible to have sex without protection after that.

"Now you are all young and must have sex in one form, but you must never force yourself on anybody, only will participants. You boys must never fuck your little sister, she must remain a virgin till she is married, but you can love her and have sex in other ways. Jewels here, is a servant, and you can use him if you want to, but don't hurt him. Now all go down to breakfast.

"Jewels, wait behind for a moment."

When they had all gone downstairs, she patted the bed and told me to sit down.

"Now my husband is away for a few weeks abroad talking dealing with the foreign governments, and I want you to keep me company at night in my bed, but I don't want the other servants to know. When you come upstairs, don't go to your bedroom but come here and wait for me. I think we had better change your name to Julian – it's much more manly"

She walked down stairs with me then and introduced me to the Cook, Mrs Jones, her husband the Head Gardner, and the assistant cook.

"I have hired a footman to replace the Chambermaid as she was inefficient had dirty habits. His name is Julian"

There was shocked silence as they all looked hard at me. Lady Claudette smiled and turned on her heel and left them. I was bombarded with questions, where had I come from, was experience did I have, etc ... I was unsure whether to tell them of my deception or go along with her joke. I just blushed shyly and muttered an answer to leave them guessing.

That night I went up at nine and quietly went into her ladyship's bedroom, undressed and slipped in the bed. Shortly afterwards, she came up saying that she had given an excuse and came up early. She undressed leisurely; my eyes were glued to her tits and to the hair between her thighs; I had seen nothing as good as that, ever. Without thinking I started to wank my cock so when she got into bed it was stiff as a stair rod.

"Have you been playing with yourself?"

"Yes ma'am, I couldn't take my eyes off your beautiful tits."

"They're called breasts; don't be common. Now here, gently put your hands on them and fondle them."

She was lying on her side with the bed clothes below her waist. I gently moved my hands around each breast and then rubbed my hand over the nipples.

"That's nice, now move down a bit lower and kiss my quim."

I moved downwards and she opened her legs and allowed me to lie in between them. The bed clothes had come down with me and the bedroom light was still on so I could see what I had to kiss. It was her slit with hair all around it.

"We called that a cunt in our school"

"Well, that's as maybe, but decent people call it a quim. Now you push your tongue out and lick me."

I did as I was told and dutifully pushed my tongue in. I could smell a pungent smell and the taste was salty. I was very excited and my cock rubbed itself on the sheets. Her ladyship put her hands onto my head and moved my mouth up and down her slit.

"Suck my clitoris ... my little knob.!"

I found it with my lips and rubbed it with my tongue; she wiggled about and held my head tight against her sticky wet twat. I pulled my head back and took a deep breath then dived in again. Her hips were pushing up against my face now.

"Oh God ... it's so wonderful ... don't stop ... I'm nearly there ... Oh Yes ... I Coming I'm Coming ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.!"

And she collapsed back onto the bed. I pulled my head back and looked down. Her cunt was all spread out and glistening with wetness.

Lady Claudette looked back at me and smiled a wild smile; her eyes all dilated and she was panting out of breath.

"That was wonderful. It was the best orgasm I have ever had. His lordship never did that to me."

She gabbled on and then put her arms around me and gave me the biggest of hugs, and then kissed me on the lips, for the first time. From then on I slept every night with Lady Claudette, but I had to slip out early every morning and go to help with the breakfast preparation

On Monday morning, I went into their rooms early, as her Ladyship had asked. When I had drawn the curtains in Jonnie's room, he opened his bed and swung his legs out. He pulled on his prick and said "Here jack this off for me. Get your lips round it."

I knelt between his legs and put my hand on his knob and pulled the foreskin back and then forwards. It rose up before my eyes and I had to pull it down so I could get the purple bit into my mouth. I moved my tongue around the head; it felt good. I moved my hand back forward faster. Jonnie grabbed my head and thrust his prick to the back of my throat; I started to choke when I felt him spunking and I swallowed what came out.

"That was lovely; your mouth is as good as my fag's!" I said nothing.

Three days later, when I went into his bedroom, he had finished using the potty and as I picked it up, he ran his hand up my dress and felt my bare bum.

"Ooh, you've got no knickers on. Lean over the bed and let me see."

Being a dutiful servant, in fear of my job, I lifted up my skirt at the back and fell onto the bed. Jonnie came over to me and smacked me then fondled my cheeks.

"Very nice, very nice indeed!"

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