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hair.
    “Your
husband.”
      His wife stared at him, and then began to
laugh.
      The laugh got louder, shriller, and became
hysterical.
    “Now
I know you’re delusional.” She shook her head and her long brunette curls spun
around her face like a whirling, dancing mass. “I don’t have a husband.”
    Could
his day get any worse?
    ****
    Daniel
paused mid swatting the delectable arse in front of him to rub, what must be a
considerable ache by now, away. His quarry had stopped screaming for this
Vicky, at last, and unless his senses were completely off, she was starting to
enjoy his attention. Certainly her breaths were coming in short gasps, and
instead of struggling, she was raising her bottom into every carefully placed
swat of his hand.
    The
evening was definitely looking up. As was his cock, which was in danger of
splitting his evening breeches.
    There
was one way to find out for sure. Daniel slipped his fingers under the hideous
undergarments, and smirked at the all over body shiver his girl gave. Satisfied
with not only her reaction but also by the wet, hair-free cunt he found, he let
his digits linger.
    “Oh,
god.”
    Her
breathless moan spurred him on, and he grinned when he found her hidden pearl.
She shivered again when he circled the tight nub, and Daniel set up lazy
circles, designed to drive any woman wild. This chit proved no exception. The
air grew heavy with the musk of aroused woman, and Daniel inhaled deeply,
before he stopped the movement.
    A
strangled groan escaped his girl, and he tapped her arse again, when she tried
to rub her cunt on his fingers.
    “Oh,
no, you don’t. I want the truth, starting with your name, and maybe then I’ll
let you find release. Only on my say so, though, are we clear here, girl?”
    “Fuck,
yes … ow.”
    Her
arse cheeks wobbled most satisfactorily, when he yanked that odd fabric down to
her knees, and delivered a few more swats to her delectable arse. The woman had
a derriere made for fucking, hips to grab onto while he sunk his cock into her
body and claimed what was his. That thought made his head come up. His ?
He had no business having proprietary thoughts toward a servant like that.
    “Fuck,
we most certainly will, but not without you telling me who you are, so…” He
delivered another open handed swat across both of her arse cheeks this time,
and her answering deep throated moan made him go so hard it was a wonder he
hadn’t spilled in his breeches yet.
    “Clara,
Sir. My name is Clara.”
    Daniel
slid his fingers through her sodden slit, and flicked her nub once, causing her
to give another one of those cock hardening moans.
    “Very
nice, but the correct address would be my lord, chit, would it not?”
    A
strangled groan was his response this time, and when he withdrew his fingers
again, she slumped.
    “Sorry, My Lord. ”
    The
girl, Clara, he mentally amended, had fire, that was for sure, if the
intonation she gave his title was anything to go by. A certain amount of
boldness was something Daniel certainly appreciated in his bed partners. If
Clara was a lady’s maid, she was wasted in that position. As his mistress,
however…   His mood improved dramatically
as that thought took hold.
    It
was Christmas, time to be charitable and all that went with such bounty, and
what could be better than elevating this lovely creature from her status of
mere servant to his mistress.
    Mind
thus made up, it was time to taste her nectar and to see if what he was
suspecting would be true. That Clara and he would mesh perfectly in the
bedroom, and he could let his darker desires shine through.
    He
indulged himself by sliding several digits through her wet cunt, lubricating
them with her juices, before he slipped one finger into her tight channel, and
brought his thumb to press against the puckered hole, guarding that entrance.
    Clara
stiffened slightly, but she didn’t voice any protest, and when he started to
thrust the finger in her cunt slowly in and out of her,