Class Warfare... female needed

Paul was somewhat relieved to see it was the loyal servant wench instead of the mutineers. Monique frantically sought to cover herself, but Louie Paul lay atop of the bed in all his glory for a moment, the spell broken. Casually he pulled the blanket up over his manhood.

" How long have you been watching us, Irene. " Paul asked, noticing her flushed cheeks and downcast eyes.

" Not very long sir, I swear, please do not punish me. " Irene pleaded, refusing to meet his eyes.

The captain laughed, " Why would I punish you ? You have done nothing wrong. "

" For spying on you both. " she answered shyly.

" Perhaps your mistress needs some hot water for a bath. " he said changing the subject. Now his leg wound was hurting again and was bleeding.
 
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“No, wait.” Monique said as she watched Irene intently. “You’re spying for my husband aren’t you?” She asked, an eyebrow cocked upward as she wrapped the comforter around herself.

Irene glanced down at the ground and said nothing, her guilty expression telling her everything. Monique glanced over at Paul and then at the woman standing before her. Her mind was turning a mile a minute and she suddenly had a swift idea.

“I think that Irene must perform certain duties before she is to be trusted. After all, she will not sully her good name telling him what has happened if she were directly involved.” She said to Paul, noticing the way that his leg must have pained him. “What do you think?”
 
" What do you think ? " the lady of the house asked of Paul.

The captain was stunned, he could not believe what he was hearing. Monique devoted maid was a spy for her estranged husband ? Why, he had no idea but it was certainly possible and by the guilty expression on her face Monique was correct.

It was what she suggested that took him by complete surprise ! Never in a thousand years did he think something like this was going to happen to him. To have two women both at the same time was a fantasy come true.

" I think Irene should have to prove her loyalty to you...or to us both. " Paul said, " Come over here, wench. "

Irene meekly approached the bed, her eyes downcast.

" Did watching us fuck excite you, Irene ? " Paul asked.

The servant girl hesitated, looking uncomfortable. She refused to meet his gaze.

" I asked you a question. Do not make me repeat myself. " Paul warned.

" Y-y- yes. " she answered softly.

" Take off your dress. " Paul ordered.

Irene stared at him and then shrugged her shoulders, letting the garment fall to the floor. Her breasts were small but her nipples were large and rosy. She had a slender waist but fine wide hips.

" Turn around so we can see your ass. " Paul commanded, enjoying being in control. Irene did as she was told even bending over slightly to add to the effect.

" She has a rather nice ass don't you think Monique ? Now how do you suggest she prove her loyalty ? " Paul smiled wickedly.
 
“It’s lovely.” Monique said, watching as her maid undressed and turned so that they could see her ass and body. She kept glancing towards Paul, finally finding the strength to drop the sheet that she had covered her own nude body with.

“What do you suggest?” She asked him, out of her element when it came to directing women.
 
For the last few minutes Louie Paul had been feeling completely decadent. He knew that the rich French aristocrasts played their wicked games and Monique seemed inclined to play along. This was getting interesting to say the least...

" What do you suggest ? '' Monique asked while dropping the sheet that covered her body.

The captain cleared his throat, " I think she should show her loyalty to her mistress by pleasing her with her tongue. "

Irene's eyes grew wide, as in shock. " Excuse me sir..."

" You heard me, kiss your mistress on her nipples ! " Paul demanded. Obeying Irene crawled between them and cupped Monique's full breast and licked her nipple causing it to stiffen once again...
 
Monique’s eyes were wide as she heard Paul suggest that Irene pleasure her with her tongue. She turned her face towards him, her mouth open in shock as he insisted that Irene needed to kiss her nipples.

Then the serving girl was obeying, crawling between them and cupping her breasts, her tongue teasing the tips of her hard nipples. Monique moaned, her hand reaching out to clench against Paul’s flesh as she was tipped back against the soft mattress.

“Oh!” She gasped out as Irene massaged her breasts and suckled on her flesh, whimpering as strange pleasure arrowed straight to her pussy.
 
Paul felt Monique's soft fingers caress him, content to watch the erotic scene being acted out before him. The lovely little servant wench was pleasing her mistress and seemed most willing. Already his cock was growing stiff at the sight of these two gorgeous females making love. He watched while Irene teased Monique's nipples with her mouth driving her crazy. Paul reached out and his finger touched the servants pussy, finding it wet and slippery. He played with her enjoying watching her whimper and squirm about. Meanwhile her wicked tongue traced down across Monique's stomach, coming closer to her pussy.

Looking at Monique's face he was struck at how beautiful she was. " Are you enjoying youself, Monique ? " he whispered in her ear.
 
Monique had never felt anything like Irene suckling upon her breasts. She shook and shivered as Paul watched on. She moaned, lying back on the bed as her serving girls’ lips worshiped her breasts. She heard a whimper leave Irene and noticed the way she spread her legs, Paul’s fingers gliding through the serving girl’s wetness as she squirmed.

She gasped as Irene’s lips found their way across her belly to the soft fleece that covered her mound. She fought the urge to cover herself, her eyes flicking towards Paul as he asked her if she was enjoying herself. She moaned and nodded her head as her lips parted with pleasure.

“Yes.” Was her only strangled cry as his breath fanned against her ear.
 
Paul watched Monique's face, her expression one of pleasure. Her submissive maid needed no further instruction at pleasing her mistress with her tongue and soft lips. After a moment he bent and licked Monique's nipple, feeling it stiffen even more. Paul's fingers found the other breast and caressed softly before pinching the nipple.

" Enjoy yourself Monique, your servant exists only to please you. You derserve it. " Paul whispered while continuing to kiss her breasts. He soon reached down and gripped her leg bending it upward, giving the maid better acess to Monique's wet pussy. Irene sensed that her mistress was getting closer to orgasm...
 
Monique squirmed on the bed as Irene’s lips and tongue pleasured her intensely. She whimpered and squirmed as Paul’s lips curled around her nipple, licking and stiffening it even more. She cried out in pleasure as Paul caressed and pinched her breast and nipple, her lips parted and begging.

She moaned as she felt Irene’s lips capture her clit, teasing the hard little nub from its hood and nipping at it until her hips were arching off the bed, demanding more. She flicked her eyes towards Paul as he took her leg and bent it at the knee, moving it to the side to allow Irene better access.

“Oh!” She cried out as a soft tongue dove deep within her wetness, wiggling around and stretching her walls. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she felt the orgasm building within her belly. She cried out as she came, bucking between Paul and Irene as her body shook and shivered.
 
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