Wild Space Pt. 03

The seconds ticked by as Sali's eyes widened and widened. When it finally sank in the prostitute's lips tightened and she shook her head.

"I guess I don't have a choice, do I?" She said slowly.

"No, you don't. Now..." The hatchet maid said slowly. "Remember the rules?"

Sali let out a sound that could have been construed as excitement, had Phillias not been aware of her state of mind. A kind of low pitched groan. The older woman was once again on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed.

Phillias drank in the sight of the woman completely submitting to her. Sali's ass was still round and firm, but had just begun to sink a bit with age, and it too was covered in becoming stretch marks. This woman was mature and still beautiful. Phillias felt her pussy throb. Experimentally, she spread the golden cheeks and was pleased at what she saw. Leaning down, her tongue darted briefly over the other woman's folds and her nose nuzzled the exposed anus. She felt the other woman's tension at being so exposed and quietly shushed her, soothingly squeezing the older woman's ass before saying:

"Don't worry, sweetheart. You're a beautiful woman and you're about to make more money in one than you have in your whole life. So relax and be a good lass, yeah?"

"Okay." Sali said, eyes closed.

"Okay?" With a big grin, she kissed the other woman's cunt, which despite her professed reluctance was already wettening up. "You're already making a mess no matter what you say. I think you like the idea of getting fucked."

"But I don't," The older woman said tightly, her face down against the covers, voice muffled. Her body radiated tension.

"Just try it, sweetie, and don't whine," Phillias was standing up, rubbing the soft golden skin of the other woman's back. "It'll go much easier on you. You'll like it. Ready?"

There was a quiet sigh as Sali loosened up a bit, spreading her knees and relaxing, raising her hips and lowering her shoulders. With a soft word of appreciation, the hatchet maid stepped up to the woman's buttocks, placing one hand around the prostitute's hip. The neon head of the rubber cock nudged against Sali's parted lips, causing the woman to whine low in her throat and scoot forward a bit. Phillias clucked down at her, leaned over and kissed the back of her neck to calm her, nuzzling the thick black hair. When she felt the other woman was ready, Phillias stood again, and slowly but purposefully penetrated her with the strap on. There was considerable resistance, and an urgent command was given. Sali accommodatingly arched her back, and when Phillias was completely inside of her the older woman hissed.

"See? It feels good." The hatchet maid sand down to her, and affectionately put a hand on her lower back. "Now you know what to do."

"I do?"

"Just pretend I'm a man, love." Phillias gave one of the upraised golden cheek a smack, noting as she did that the older woman's flesh still had plenty of play to it. "You know how to perform for a man, don't you?"

Sali did, and as the hatchet maid took both of her hips in her hands and thrust forward slowly, she closed her eyes and backed her round ass up against the other woman. Sali found that if she kept her eyes closed and focused on the roughness of Phillias's hands it wasn't so bad. Her lips parted as she worked.

Phillias's enjoyment was limited to what she could observe, not feel. The prostitute was taking her fake cock, and growing more wet by the second. Soon she was bucking her hips back and wiggling them suggestively. The hatchet maid licked her lips, savoring the sight of the broken woman giving herself over. Nimbly, the hatchet maid threw a leg onto the bed, and with the added leverage pulled the older woman back onto her, spearing her harder and harder. Sali grunted in time to her thrusts, a hard expulsion of breath. Phillias felt her own breasts and backside jiggling with the increased movement, and sweat beaded her pale brow.

In the short span of a few minutes while she was railed from behind, Sali felt herself contracting and throbbing around the big green dildo. Her cheeks clapped against the other woman's fleshy stomach more times than she should count. Despite herself, little by little, she was enjoying being so cruelly taken. Sali managed to get onto one elbow and pinched her nipple with her free hand. As if in response, the cock stroking in and out of her dripping cunt increased in frequency and strength, causing her to moan low and loud before she could stop herself.

"That's it, love," Came Phillias's strained voice. "Told you you'd love it, you dirty slut. Cum on this cock. Let me hear it."

"No!" Sali said, but even should could hear how insincere it sounded. "I don't want to cum!"

That only hardened Phillias's resolve. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Sali's narrow waist, hugging the woman to her so her breasts pressed against the narrow golden back. There was no doubt in either's mind who was in control. With a series of sharpe thrusts and corresponding grunts the hatchet maid pounded the older woman's tight pussy until she was wriggling in her arms, cumming on the toy hard and crying out at the top of her lungs. It took all of her strength to hold the bucking woman still as she orgasmed almost violently.

Both women tumbled to the side of the other when their embrace was finished, the dildo sliding out of Sali with a soft, sensual sound.

"See?" With a restrained rough affection, Phillias gripped Sali's breast, and curled her fingers into it, hard, making her wince. "Wasn't so bad, was it? And you gave it up sweet."

"I can't believe we did that," The prostitute said, catching her breath. "I want my money, and soon.I think you need to leave."

"No need to be so bitchy, love," The hatchet maid said lightly, but the other woman wasn't having it.

"You got what you came for. All of it." Sali turned away from her and curled on her side.

"And don't forget what you got." The dildo fell from her hips with a few adroit snaps. The big redhead got dressed. "You know who I work for. If you tell anyone who I've been asking about we're coming back...and you'll get fucked again, only this time you won't like it. Do I make myself clear?"

When all that came back was a choked sob, Phillias knew she'd done her job. And it had even been fun this time. All in all, this evening was a win.

**********

The servant was up on his elbows, knees together. Lord Ehren was dutifully glad that his staff knew to leap to a position of sexual humility when he entered the room. His smile was bitter and watered down on his brutal face, awash with a sentiment as gray as his beard was going. A common body and face in a noble castle, wasn't that what his rivals liked to say about him?

"I'm of a mind to watch," Ehren told the young man, a 19 year old household guard named Kep. "Do you have a lover among the staff?"

"No, my lord." Kep said as he transitioned into a sitting position. "I am new here, just arrived-"

"Fine, fine," The nobleman said, waving off any extraneous conversation. "Select someone and I'll have them brought here. Quickly, young man, I've a busy afternoon."

"I think, perhaps..." The young man hesitated.

"Yes? Out with it."

"Lydia."

"A fine choice." Ehren said the same way someone might hold up a glass and say, 'a fine wine.'

Without being told, the servant listening just outside the door trotted off. That was how Ehren liked to run his household: driving his people hard and rewarding them, so as to ensure that his every need was met.

"Might as well undress, lad," He advised. He sat in the chair right by the bed, leaned back luxuriously. He wore only a traditional loincloth and always did whenever he was ready to play. Ehren's body was soft and hairy, though his shoulders and hands and arms were broad and masculine.

Kep, conversely, was smooth skinned, long haired, and muscular, his belly flat and his chest broad from long hours of practice and drill with his guard unit. He'd been plucked from some local common family very young and raised in the household, Ehren knew. It wasn't unusual for a local youth to become a household servant or guard for the nobility, if they were an unwanted child in a large family or an orphan. Idly, as the younger man undressed, Ehren wondered which it was with him.

Lydia was not long in appearing. She was black, with a long weave of straight hair down to the center of her back. She was a strapping girl, with thick calves and generous thighs, shapely but hanging breasts and proud buttocks. Ehren immediately knew what Kep saw in her: Lydia was as tall as he, with wide brown eyes, plump lips begging for a kiss. He thought that if she was kissed how or where she liked those lips would break out into a contagious smile, but only for an instant. Despite the bold, eye catching curves of her body, Lydia's expression was shy and demure, far more than he would expect from a servant. For the first time that morning Ehren felt his cock stirring underneath his loincloth.

"Have you two done this before?" He asked them pointedly.

"No, my lord," They said together.

"That's a shame. I hope for your sake that the first time between you is the best," The nobleman said baldly. "But don't let me make you nervous. Relax and take your time."

He could see immediately that his advice would not be taken, at least not by Kep, who was practically wriggling with anticipation. Both of them were young, virile, and hungry for one another. Ehren sighed. With a slight incline of his head, he bade the two servants to have at it.

Lydia wore a white robe, cinched carelessly about her waist. The sunlight pouring in through the windows filtered through the thin material, highlighting her curves. The garment was pooled around her ankles in the next instance. Looking at the proud lines of her statuesque ass, hips, and legs, Ehren offhandedly wondered how the woman managed to keep her wardrobe untorn as she wore it. At the sight of all of that black skin, exposed and being drank in by two male gazes, the young woman smiled softly until she remembered herself and cast her eyes down.

While it may have been the first time with one another, both of the servants were schooled and skilled in general, Ehren saw soon. Kep scooted down to the foot of the bed, legs overhanging it. Lydia started to kneel.

"No," Ehren told her, his hand already beginning to snake between his legs. "Bend over at the waist and do it."

Gracefully, Lydia tilted her body over the bed, kissed the tip of Kep's cock while her fingers found the base of it. The young man was already hardening, but her plump lips and her kisses sealed the deal. In a few moments of pumping and kissing, Kep was ready. Lydia opened her mouth, locking her lips around the throbbing shaft and nimbly bent at the waist as she swept her mouth down to encompass him completely. With each pass she bent, showing off her ass to Ehren, who was stroking himself through the pleasantly rough material of his loincloth.

Kep pushed her away by her shoulders and wriggled backwards up the bed. Lydia put one knee onto the mattress, arched her back and shook her ass as she crawled towards him. Ehren peered closer, almost sitting up in his chair. This lass was good. She knelt between Kep's legs, knees tight together, and repeatedly raked her tightly closed mouth up and down the other servant's erect penis, breathing hard through her nose. Kep hissed and tried to scoot away and tapped her shoulder urgently.

"I believe you need to slow down, lass," Ehren called out. "Otherwise he'll be finished shortly."

Obediently, Lydia maneuvered herself until she was next to him, throwing one beefy, shapely leg over Kep's knees. Her hand was softly pumping between his legs, occasionally stopping and raking her thumb over the head. At the slightest touch, Kep would shiver or roll his eyes, but when she expertly tweaked the head of his cock his hips would wise off the bed.

"My lord?" She asked as her eyes locked down on the dick in her hand, pulsing in her fist, its tip red with blood and desire. The man next to her was similarly flushed and wanting.

"Yes?" Ehren asked, his voice thick.

"Permission to fuck his brains out?" Lydia asked boldly, and a grin broke out over her attractive face.

"Oh, yes." Ehren breathed out.

With the grace of a predator, Lydia swung a thick leg over his waist, and though the young man beneath her was muscular from long hours of hard work and fighting, easily pinned both of his hands down with one of hers. He sat up a bit and several loud kisses were heard as he pressed his lips desperately against her breasts and chest and shoulders. With a smirk, Lydia let the head of his cock ride against the cleft of her buttocks. He writhed beneath her, and worked his hands free, trying to grasp her hips and thrust his eager young member into her.

"Now, now," Lydia said and fought him down so she had him pinned once again. "I'm the one fucking you here. Got it, tough guy?"

When Kep didn't answer right away Lydia deftly pinched one of his nipples with two of her big fingers, causing him to hiss in pain. Pleased with herself, she leaned over forcefully, almost smothering his face with her ample breasts. His cries were muffled until she finally let go.

Entertained as he was with her performance, Ehren was going to have to teach this brazen little bitch a lesson about her place in his household. But as she teased the younger servant and himself with her eyes and voice and sexy body he realized today would not be that day.

When she was sure Kep would be complaint, Lydia straddled his waist a bit higher, feet on his thighs, reaching behind her with the grace of a contortionist and grasping Kep's penis. She positioned the lips of her soaking cunt over its hungry tip, nudging it until it was just right and then sinking herself onto it, eliciting an audible gasp from them both.

With the sweet connection made, Lydia eased down onto him, slowly at first, and then more quickly, the bottoms of her thick thighs clapping into his muscular ones. The impact rattled the mattress on its frame, and made the young man beneath her squirm as he tried to subtly wrestle her for control. But her authority was absolute and unbroken. Lydia rode him, clasping a hand around his throat and squeezing slightly when he continued to resist. She glared down at him, and locking eyes, hers fierce, his submissive, fucked him even harder. Sweat beaded on her upper lip and forehead and was soon dripping down onto his chest. The legs of the bed creaked alarmingly across the wooden floor.

Ehren marveled at the living machinery contained within the female servant's thighs, calves, hips and buttocks as Lydia took her prize like a victor should. It wasn't long before Kep was squirming beneath her again, and not even her most determined choking or sharp words could dissuade him. The young man gave off a sound like a low pitched rusty steam whistle. From the way Lydia cried out and shuddered and ground her hips aggressively, Ehren knew she had climaxed as well.

The woman kept thrusting onto Kep's unwilling member, until the uncomfortable over stimulation had the man practically crawling up the headboard. Ehren smirked and told them to stop.

"Clean yourselves up," He said. "And rest. You've earned it."

Kep slunk out of the room obediently, but Lydia carefully redressed herself. The smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air. The statuesque black woman moved to cinch her robe about her waist, but did not.

"The search for Lady Lex continues." She said.

"What concern of that is yours?"

"I am your servant. Your concerns are mine. I share them with you, my lord."

"If that is true you should be silent about it." Ehren paused, and fluffed his big beard. "You know of Lex's predicament?"

"Far more reaches our ears than you can imagine, my lord," Lydia said demurely, eyes downcast. "You have dispatched the hatchet maid."

"Yes, I have," He said, bemused. "Would that I could dispatch her to teach unruly servants their place."

"I know my place, but do you know yours?"

Ehren was shocked. He sat in his chair, deadly still. Somewhere, out in the cavernous halls, a servant laughed at some private joke, unaware that anyone else was nearby. The merry sound was at odds with the chilly air in the bedroom.

"I am not sure if my lordship is aware," Lydia went on in the heavy silence. "But before you hired me I was employed in the household of Lord Carsono."

"Carsono and Rian, those prancing dandies?" Ehren asked tightly.

"The very same," The black woman said. "The same lord that benefited from Lady Lex's episode at the wedding."

"I know that too well," Ehren said. "I don't need you to tell me who Carsono and Rian are. They've been undermining me for years, but I have taken steps to rectify that."

"Phillias," Lydia said, tasting the name on her tongue as she said it. "She's effective, for sure. But is she enough?"

"What do you mean?" He asked. "She's doing well. She sent word that she is enroute to Azura, where Lex is hiding."

"That is well and good, my lord." She told him. "However, your standing with the prince has been damaged, has it not?"

Ehren narrowed his eyes and allowed her to continue with a nod. "What of it?"

"I'd advise seeing the prince soon," Lydia said primly. From her tone, bearing and eyes it wasn't clear if she realized what a thin line she was walking. "Azura is nearby, and if a noblewoman and a servant can hide there under the very nose of the prince..." She didn't finish, but smiled slightly.

"You want me to go to the prince with my marital problems?!"

"Not your marital problems, my lord," She responded smoothly. "Some advisement, a bit of news, a breakdown of the political situation. The prince will not be pleased that one of his vassal planets is being so truculent as to harbor a royal fugitive."

Ehren crossed his arms, staring at her, cogitating. She wasn't far off the mark, but she had no way of knowing how hard it would be to secure an audience with the prince.

"It might work. Perhaps." The nobleman said. "If I was of a mind to take advice about palace intrigue from a serving girl. Which I am unequivocally not. Begone with you."

"But my lord has not been drained." There was an immediate change in demeanor from the bright eyed servant.

Seven words, spoken so boldly and out of context that it actually gave Lord Ehren paused. It was as if the furniture had spoken.

"I gave you a command. Must I have your tongue out, Lydia?"

"If you did then I would not be able to drain my lord." Her robe somehow slipped off of her shoulders as she padded over to him, as sensuous and graceful as a huntress. Or perhaps Lydia had cheekily shrugged it off.

Before Ehren could speak, she was on her knees, her hips swaying and back arched as she crawled towards him. Her large yet feminine hands rubbed his ankles, his calves, then his thighs, resting on them flat and digging into the muscles there gently. Ehren had been so absorbed into the performance she'd put on with Kep that he hadn't even finished, she was right about that. But everything else she was doing was wrong. She was a servant and he her lord.

He didn't say anything, however. Lydia flipped up his loincloth with a little flourish, revealing the hard on he had been sporting for the last several minutes. She tilted it against his belly elegantly with her hand, and lapped gently at his testicles with her gossamer tongue. Each ball attended to, she trailed up the shaft with her mouth before kissing the head passionately.

"You're not obeying," Ehren breathed out, and ran a hand through her fine black hair.

In response, Lydia sat her large breasts around his member, leaning expertly down and kissing the head again, lips on lips. Saliva dangled there, and Lydia full on spit onto his member, moistening it for the fun to come. She was very buxom and easily swallowed his cock between her breasts. A bit of sweat had built up there during her previous exertions, and he was soon moving freely between her round tits. Whenever too much friction set in Lydia was ready with more saliva or a quick suck to moisten him back up.