You Rang Madam Part Three — Julius

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Agnes waited just two days to drop her bombshell. By then Phoebe had more or less convinced herself that the maid knew nothing and that the cries of her passion, as Hudson had plumbed her depths, had gone un-remarked.

“I saw you and Hudson Madam.”

“Saw what Agnes, you silly girl.”

“Silly, no Madam, and I was twenty last month.”

“Come to the point Agnes.” Phoebe had gone cold at first but now a flush was spreading up from her neck. Phoebe never blushed, not until that day.

“I peeped between the doors and watched you and him at it.”

So that was it. The whole damn house would soon know, if they didn’t already.

As if reading her mind, Agnes said, “I ain’t told no-one yet Madam.”

Struggling to recover Phoebe said, “I hope you won’t Agnes, there’s no need. Hudson and I, we had our reasons.”

“Oh I’m sure you did Madam.”

Phoebe wondered if Agnes would understand if she explained the basic reason for her coupling with Hudson. No, she decided, first find out what the little bitch wanted.

“Wondering what I want aren’t you Madam?” Agnes asked.

“Very well Agnes, just what do you want?”

Agnes stood and held her finger to her lips as if in deep thought. Phoebe waited, very scared on the inside, struggling to show composure on the outside.

“I want to be there next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yes Madam, next time Hudson gets into your silk knickers, I wants to be there.”

Phoebe stared at the younger woman. “Have you thought about what Hudson might have to say?”

“Oh he’d agree, he likes his job too much. But he won’t know will he? You’ll have him blindfolded won’t you?”

Phoebe sat down heavily after Agnes left. How could she have let this happen? Would Agnes be satisfied with this one demand? Phoebe doubted it. She wondered if she could face having sex with Hudson in front of another woman. But what were her alternatives? She’d just have to go ahead and arrange her next session with him and play it as it came.

On Thursday Oliver was up in London at his office as usual. It was cook’s afternoon off so just Hudson and her in the house. Agnes too of course but Hudson thought she was off visiting her sister.

She stood in her bedroom and watched as Agnes pawed through her underwear drawer. Hudson was due in a few minutes so the two of them didn’t speak.

Agnes lifted out a pair of Phoebe’s panties, black, lacy things. She carefully stepped into them and pulled them up under her uniform skirt. Phoebe thought bitterly that it was typical of the girl that she would wear no underwear.

She produced a matching bra and peered at the label. Her eyebrows went up and she looked at Phoebe and down at Phoebe’s heavy breasts. She handed the bra to Phoebe and whispered, “Too big; way, way too big,” and added, with a glance down at her own chest, “don’t you wish.”

Anger flashed through Phoebe. She knew her breasts were big but she was proud of them and Hudson had thought them perfect. How dare this little trollop pass comment, … how dare she?

She caught Agnes looking at her and grinning. She realized how easily she had let the girl get under her skin.

They both started at Hudson’s gentle knock. Agnes went to hide in the big closet and Phoebe crossed to the door.

“Good afternoon Madam, I’m not early I hope.”

“No Hudson, on time as always.” He amazed her with his poise and the perfect servant-and-mistress manner.

“I thought you might like to try something a little different this time.”

“At Madam’s service.” He smiled at her and added. “Always a pleasure to service Madam.”

‘If only,’ she thought, ‘if only that little bitch wasn’t hiding, waiting.’

She moved towards Hudson and put her arms around his neck and kissed him, open-mouthed. She wanted to tell him, to share the problem he knew nothing about. He responded and his arms went round her.

Phoebe thought of just letting it happen, letting him have her and to hell with Agnes. But the maid held all the cards. She drew away slowly from him.

“I’d like to tie you up and blindfold you.”

“I think I should like that,” he paused and added, “Madam.”

She smiled to herself as she noted the near omission. Perhaps he’d call her Phoebe one day. She hoped so.

He began to undress. She stood and watched. She wore only the long Terry robe. This was the first time she’d seem him out of the dark grey suit that was his uniform. She liked what she saw.

He hooked his thumbs into his briefs. “No, leave those on. Let me peel them off when the time comes.”

She reached for the dark red scarf on the bed.

Hudson allowed himself to be blindfolded and stood waiting. Phoebe helped him to sit on the bed and he lay back with his head on the pillow.

She tied his wrists to the bedposts with black stockings. She stood looking down at him. A nice body, tall and lean … very nice indeed. His white briefs looked deliciously well filled. She could see the subtle outlines of his cock and balls. No sign of an erection, perhaps he was nervous too.

Phoebe sensed movement behind her and Agnes was there at her elbow. She looked at the younger woman and almost gasped. Agnes was naked save for the panties but it wasn’t the nakedness that surprised her, it was the hunger on her face.

Another surprise was Agnes’ breasts. They were beautiful. The size of small grapefruit and looking every bit as firm, no wonder she was so proud of them. Her nipples jutted straight ahead, the palest of pinks.

Agnes turned and looked at her and made a ‘help yourself’ gesture. How sudden and complete had been the power shift. Phoebe undid the robe’s belt and let it slide off her shoulders to the floor.

She tried to forget Agnes’ presence and moved to the bed and knelt beside Hudson.

“This feels very peculiar Madam.”

She reached out and touched his cock through the cotton. Her hunger for that cock hovered in the background but the presence of Agnes worried and embarrassed her. She tried to pretend the girl wasn’t there but, of course, that didn’t work.

Hudson’s cock stirred and began straightening in his briefs. He gave a soft moan of appreciation. Phoebe felt tears welling. She was frozen by uncertainty. She felt Agnes push against her arm and she got off the bed and stood.

Agnes seemed to have no problem with an audience. She pulled the waistband of the briefs down, exposing Hudson’s now erect cock. She began fondling him.

Phoebe watched. For perhaps the first time in her privileged life she felt helpless. This mere servant had stolen Hudson so easily and she’d not made the least resistance. Was this the way blackmail worked?

Agnes crouched over Hudson and took his cock in her mouth. Poor, naked Phoebe might as well have been on the moon. He squirmed his hips and moaned as the maid fellated him and Phoebe hoped he’d come and have this sorry business over with.

But Agnes stopped her noisy sucking, raised her head and got off the bed. Hudson protested, “No, don’t stop Madam.“

Agnes took Phoebe’s wrist and urged her towards the bed, clearly intending that she take over. She shook her head but Agnes nodded and again thrust her towards Hudson.

“Madam, are you alright?” asked Hudson.

She didn’t answer but got onto the bed and let herself bend over and take his cock in her mouth. It was big and it was hot and she wished with all her heart she was alone with him. She did so want to do everything to that cock.

Hudson bucked his hips and his cockhead bumped against the back of her throat making her gag noisily. She raised her head trying to catch her breath.

“I’m sorry Madam,” said Hudson and sounded it. A corner of her mind laughed at his contrition …apologizing at a moment like this!

In sudden hunger she took his cock again, wanting to make him come, drain him, drink his essence for her self. She suckled him, noisily, clumsily. Saliva streamed down his cock. Her eyes streamed tears. She sucked, her head bobbed, she heard his voice crying, “Yes, yes, yes!”

Then Agnes’ hand gripped her forearm and pulled her sharply, she lost her balance and all but fell off the bed.

In a moment the maid had scrambled on top of him and impaled herself on his cock.

Horrified, helpless. She watched them. Hudson humped and groaned, Agnes gyrated her slim hips as she fought and fucked on that lovely erection.

They came together, Hudson bucking them both clear of the bed.. Agnes’ head was thrown back as she writhed in apparent agony on his cock.

Despite her anger and helplessness, Phoebe felt her body responding to what she was seeing. One hand had strayed down to slowly caress her pussy and the other cupped a breast, finger and thumb tugging gently and steadily at the nipple.

On the bed Hudson and Agnes were regaining their breath. Agnes leaned forward on her hands and slowly raised her hips. Hudson’s cock, still firm, emerged inch by beautiful inch from Agnes’ pussy. Phoebe watched, fascinated, as the girls cunt-lips clung to his penis. Phoebe’s own cunt clenched with an intense spasm as if in sympathy.

Slowly, almost as if in pain, Agnes climbed off Hudson and off the bed. She looked at Phoebe and gave her a ‘cat-got-the-cream’ smile and began shimmying the panties down off her hips. She handed them to Phoebe.

Phoebe looked at them and gave a little grimace of disgust and made to hand them back. But Agnes gestured that she was to wear them. Then she realized she and Agnes were supposed to be one or at least that Hudson was intended to think so.

With no more ado Agnes went to the bedroom door and slipped silently out. Phoebe almost collapsed from relief and crossed to lock the door.

“Madam?” came Hudson’s voice. He was tugging at his bonds, obviously wondering where she had gone.

She crossed to the bed, still carrying the panties. Shrugging, she stepped into them and pulled them carefully up. They were wet, very wet – it was some comfort to realise that the wetness was probably mostly Hudson’s come .

“I’m here Hudson,” she said and climbed onto the bed.

She straddled him and lowered the wet crotch of the panties onto his now-small cock. She ground against him, relishing the sensation. She raised herself and moving onto all fours brushed a nipple across his lips.

He took the offered nipple with lips and teeth.

“Do you like my breasts Hudson? My too big, too saggy breasts?”

He released her. “They are beautiful. They are soft, heavy, and utterly beautiful. Perfect,” he chuckled, “Madam.”

“Wouldn’t you prefer firmer, younger, peach-sized titties?”

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