Chapter 8: The Office

Caitir Deòir - Bill’s Housemaid I woke in the middle of the night, sweaty and aching in my loins. I’d had a dream. I was ashamed because I felt a great heat in my groin. I put my hand down there and felt dampness. I could smell myself. I don’t usually smell, and especially not like this.

In my dream, my Master, William Morgan, had displayed himself to me as if he had not a care in the world. At first, I was in shock as the naked sight of him struck me dumb.

His handsome body called to me; it is quite beautiful to behold. My cunny ached, and I felt foggy and confused like I had bumped my head. There was something in my dream about socks?

I had been dreaming about young Master Bill. I was kneeling on the floor with my legs apart, showing myself to him. I knew what I was doing was naughty.

I wanted him to see my privates. I wanted him to want me, to take me. His eyes were wide open and looking right at my cunny. I purposely displayed myself to him; it thrilled me to my core. I got even wetter from his attention on my privates. I liked his staring at it. I knew inside that he wanted me.

Then he started doing unspeakable things to me in his dream. First, he kissed me unasked, but then he did many other depraved things to me that paled by comparison. Things I had no knowledge of. He pulled me onto his naked body and kissed me repeatedly. He caressed me all over, touching EVERYWHERE. He touched me down there and he rubbed somewhere I did not know of until I cried out.

He grabbed my titties with one hand as he touched me below with the other. His finger...

I remember saying, “Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my,” constantly until suddenly, a great wave of relief broke over me. I panted hard as I realized I had been overwhelmed as he caressed me in my naughty place. His fingers were in me in my dream.

I fought to get my wind back as he continued to play with me as if I were nothing but his toy. I would gladly be Master Bill Morgan’s toy.

I remember somewhere in there he made me kiss his thing. It was quite long. I had seen baby boy thing’s, but oh my, his thing in my dream is so big. He made me hold it to my cheek and then had me lick it. Then he showed me how to pleasure him. He instructed me on how to service him.

I felt it inside my mouth until finally he groaned and spat his spend into my mouth. My mother had instructed me to always swallow a man’s spend. It is a great insult to spit out a man’s spend. She told me, “There is no telling how angry a man would get if you do this.”

I was very frightened, but at the same time, he created a deep heat inside my body again. How does he do that? My heart was pounding so loud my ears were ringing. The things I saw of his manliness. I looked at his parts, and it struck me like lightning. I ached for him to use it on me, even dare I think it - IN ME. I had seen dogs and cats, and I wondered if he was going to take me like that. The dream is so real, it’s as if it had actually happened. He got down on the floor so he could lick me ‘there.’ I had no idea. I never imagined anything could feel like that. It made me burn hot inside me. I wanted my Master to mount me - now.

In my dream, I dreamed and panted for what seemed like forever. I remember it aching down below as he licked my privates. I remember shivering and moaning as I screamed out in ecstasy.

I cried “OHHhhhh” as my legs shook and I felt a great paroxysm come over me. I had a long seizure as I shook and cried out again and again.

I felt tears as I tried to catch my breath again.

The devilish man of my dreams was not finished. He kept on doing that, licking even longer. What sustenance was he getting that he kept supping at my very center?

I held myself still in bed as I tried to get my heart to calm down, to stop panting and moaning. I was torturing myself. I knew deep down that Master Bill would never do that kind of thing with such a low person as myself. I am just his servant.

This all must be a nasty dream. Seeing him naked had been the ruin of me.

Bill I was up early. I had finished my workout and returned.

I had just got back when there was a knock and Caitir walked in. I was caught naked again. Coincidence? Nahh. That’s interesting, she wanted to catch me this way.

I said, “Good morning, dear.”

She stared at me, not saying anything.

“Ox, what’s up with Caitir? This seems like déjà vu. She’d walked in on me yesterday, and now this?”

He said, “She must be doing this on her own. I think she’s crushing on you. This behavior indicates she is confusing her dreams of you with real life. She was muddled yesterday. She is having a flashback, maybe?”

“This is probably natural. She actually needs to see you this way. She is muddled on her own here. She smelled you and saw you and just froze like that. She’s starting to look confused and worried. Your dick is hard and she’s looking right at it.”

I went and sat on the bed. I wiggled my finger for Caitir to come closer. She acted muddled, so I pulled her onto me until she straddled me. Her skirt pulled up so I saw her pussy start opening slowly. It had been dry, but her fresh moisture allowed her petals to open. I was almost struck dumb by the view.

I said, “Her hymen is missing now.”

Ox said, “Someone has been having a little self-love. I have a video saved for later. She obviously wants you to fuck her. She’s 75% of the way there already.”

I pulled her closer and settled her onto me and shifted her until I was just inside her opening. She made a sound in her voice and looked down. She eased herself slowly onto me.

“Ox, lock the door.”

“OK.” I heard it click.

I unlaced her corset and tugged her shift down until her small, plumper teardrop titties. Her nipples and areolas are turning pinker as I look at them. She leaned towards me mechanically, and I put my lips to hers.

I thought of her new, slightly fuller bosom. They are sweet-looking.

She groaned as she settled fully on me and my dick slid into her tight little cunny. I felt her heartbeat in her inner walls. It’s pounding. Was it caused by fear or lust? I think it’s lust.

She started to really kiss me. She was clumsy, but she was quite willing this morning. As she continued kissing me, I played lightly with her tender, delectable nipples.

I had yet to move inside her. I enjoyed her wet heat and her tight, wet pussy. She’s completely encompassing me as she makes tiny twitchy movements. She seems to not know how to move or what to do.

“Ox, do not fog her. She wants this. If I am going to get an early wake-up booty call every morning, why should I deny Caitir, or me, for that matter? Also, have the Exos disappear any eggs that arrive while my cum is inside her.”

I continued, “She does not need to get a swollen belly. Also, don’t bother growing back her hymen. She will realize what she is doing on her own, now.”

I said, “I think after this, she won’t check for it, assuming it’s gone. If she goes off and gets married, so be it.”

Ox said, “You will give her your healer bullshit line? Maybe that was why Lara avoided you.”

“Fuck Lara, She disrespected me, she screwed that up, not me. She’s not really ready for a man yet. I need to go see her aunt. I don’t like open issues or enigmas. Maybe Amiyah knows what’s in that girl’s head, although I think I am pretty sure I am done with Lara.”

I soaked my dick deep inside Caitir for several minutes. I took hold of her buns and started rocking her backward and forward slowly on my pelvis.

She continued kissing me. I retook her nipples, gently pinching and rolling them. I started to pull them gently and released them several times. I continued using them for my fun. She enjoyed that immensely because she’s moving back and forth more animatedly now.

She then started moving faster and even harder on her own. She had the motion figured out.

I heard her wet pussy making “squick-squick” noises as she fucked me.

She fucked hard for several minutes and I wet a finger and placed it right at her asshole.

I knew right where to poke because Ox provided me with a camera shot of her bum.

As soon I touched her asshole she blew.

‘Ohhhyeeeesss ... Ohhhyeeeesss, oh yes, Master. Oh yesss...”

I eased the finger into her bum a tiny bit as her pussy clamped down hard on me.

Her tight quim had me on the brink already. Her convulsions and extra squeezes caused me to begin to start spurting deeply into her.

“Ohhhh... “ rather than a big cum, I squirted several short spurts. That may be caused by her tightness. Her jerky pace also seemed to confuse my timing somehow.

I said, “Naughty little maid girl, look what you’ve gone and made me do.”

She smiled, “You have no idea. Every morning, I come in here to make your bed. I smell you here, and it drives me insane. I have wanted you so bad, you’re the only man I have ever wanted. I know I’m just a low housemaid, but sir, I am your very own, real personal maid. I am yours. Say the word.”

I smiled and said, “The word, Caitir Deòir, the word. How could I turn down a sweet little redhead? Just remember, I am a lord. Our behavior must appear to be above reproach at all times.”

She said, Yes, Master, can I tell Cairistìne?”

I said, “You might as well; she is a smart one and will know it soon anyway. My mother will also learn of this. No secrets with those two if they ask. Just remember to let them know you initiated this. I don’t want them to think I am a cad who took advantage of you or your position. Are we agreed on this?”

“Yes Master,” she said as her pussy tightened and loosened on me. We parted, and she fixed herself and left. I dressed and went down for breakfast.

I was partway down the stairs when Ox sent. “Amiyah Davis has left her home and is headed for her favorite breakfast place, Hannah’s. You can get there quick in the hansom.”

I said, “Ox, there is no longer a need to regrow her hymen every day.”

He said, “Yes, Bill, I remember.”

I got to the bottom of the stairs and said, “Mother, I must go out, I will be back soon.”

I heard something click as I opened the door. I went to the hansom and said, Can you take me to Hannah’s? You can come right back.”

“Yes, sir.”

I got out and walked in as if I did not know she was there. She was in a corner with her back to the wall and saw me immediately. She stood up so I would see her. I widened my eyes, smiled, and pretended my surprise at seeing her. I headed towards her.

Amiyah put her hand out, “So good to see you,” as she turned her cheek for a quick kiss.

I got close, took the proffered hand, but kissed her lips wetly while looking straight into her eyes. Her brows went up as we looked into each other’s eyes, and I slid my tongue right and left.

She pulled back an inch and smiled, “I thought you had gifted me to your father?”

I said, “Oh, that. Father has too many women to keep track of. I never meant it to be a permanent thing; I live here. He lives in Spanish Florida. Would you rather wait for him?” It could be years.”

I saw her eyes glaze over for a moment.

She smiled and said, “No, perish that thought, dear. I would love for us to reacquaint ourselves. There is more to you, and I am very intrigued.”

I looked briefly at the menu. “What’s good here?”

She said, ‘I favor the crepes. They have a fruit from Honduras that is called a banana. It is about three or four inches long and yellow on the outside. The pulp inside starts out bland at first taste, then the flavor seems to explode in your mouth; it’s so delicious. They slice it into thin slices. Honey or maple syrup makes it taste even better.”

The waitress was nearby, so I let her order first.

I said, “I will have what the lady is having; add two orders of crisp bacon to mine, please.”

The girl left and was soon back with coffee. I had Amiyah’s hand in mine as we looked at each other.

She said, “Lara has been wondering what happened to you.”

I said, “Nothing. I took Lara to dinner at the Gold and Green Pub, and I thought we had a marvelous time. The next night, I met her to walk her home. It was as if she were wiping me off the bottom of her shoes.

Amiyah said, “Oh. I think she was having second thoughts about you two becoming too close, too soon.”

I said, “I don’t read minds, particularly confused young girls’ minds. I assumed she didn’t like me, or she already had another fellow in mind. What else would I think?”

She said, “Not so. So, as far as you are concerned, she is no?”

I said, “Let me ask you. What if a man showed he was very interested in you? He started to woo you, and then all of a sudden, he would not look into your eyes, and you seemed to not exist anymore?”

She said, “My, my, my, Lara has well and truly messed this up?”

I smiled grimly. I looked at Amiyah as if she were inscrutable and had the way of it.”

She said, “Let’s change the subject. Have you decided to attend the college here?”

“I have decided it would be a waste of my time. I have looked into it and came to the understanding that there is little of use there for me to study. I arrived here already well educated. I have my own extensive library in Florida and am well educated already. I found no useful things for me at the college.”

She said, “What will you do then?”

“I will run my businesses as my father intended. I think he picked this town for me to find out that further studies at college were not going to be useful for me. He bought properties in other areas and has factories for me to supervise.”

She said, “So, you have properties?”

“Many, in fact. Quite a few properties are being farmed by sharecroppers. I have a lot of tobacco under cultivation. There are barns full of drying tobacco. There are three factories that make different tobacco products for me.”

She said, “You are in charge of all that? So your father is the one who came in and took over those failing tobacco enterprises? Well, that mystery is solved now.”

I said, “Yes. It’s an old familiar story: a man inherits a successful concern. Later, he starts pulling a little money out here and there. At first, he pays the money back. Then he gets sloppy. Soon, the creditors appear. He not only loses the business, but he also loses his shirt when he is forced to sell for pennies on the dollar. The difference here was that it was three men who ruined three companies. It was a consortium.”

She said, “But together it was on such a large scale.”

I said, “Father could handle the money.”

She said, ‘No wonder he beat me in buying the boarding house. I did not stand a chance with that, did I?”

I said, “No, not when he wanted it.”

Our food had arrived, so we dug in. Oh, that’s very good.

I had several coffees; they have the best coffee here at Hannah’s.

I said, “We have bananas in Florida, but these are sweeter and have more flavor.”

She said, “I am glad you like it. Maybe I will see you here from time to time. Has your mother started showing rooms in the house yet?’ I said, “Thank you for reminding me. I need to talk to her about that subject. It has slipped my mind with all the mess caused by Pól Mac Cana.”

She said, “I am glad he’s not around anymore.’ I said, “Father and I traveled to the capital, where Father chewed a hole in the sheriff’s backside. It was unbelievable that gentlemen were openly accosted on the street in daylight. All while Constable Griff Owen looked on and did nothing.”

Owen shows up after the ruckus is over when it’s safe for him to come out. If anything, I was treated as the miscreant by Constable Owen after my initial sneak attack by Mac Cana. That shows he was obviously complicit with the criminals.”