1. Driving Miss Jones


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Early one Monday morning outside a county mansion in the English 'Home Counties' Driving Miss Jones. She wore a little yellow dress, so short that it barely reached her stocking tops. Her long blonde hair needed combing. She looked like she was half asleep, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an hour late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the long flight of stone steps towards the car just before seven. "You're late," I said brusquely, and paused insolently before I added, "Madam." "You can cut out the funnies Henderson," she said, "Got any Asprin, my head is banging like an Oasis concert." "In your bag Madam," I suggested, but she didn't have it, nor her overnight case, "Which room?" I asked. "I don't know," she replied unhelpfully, "Bedroom?" she suggested narrowing it down to one of about twenty four possible rooms, in the imposing country mansion where she had crashed for the night. I sprinted up those stone steps and hurtled through the door, "Oi servant's entrance!" Higgins the butler ordered. "Miss Jones cases?" I asked. "Servants entrance." he repeated, "Chauffeurs enter through the servants entrance." "Do you really need a broken jaw?" I asked politely, "Because Miss Jones needs her grip and overnight case right now, and it's supposed to be your job to bring them out." I suppose I was rather forceful, but I never touched him, he took two steps back and tripped to sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at bottom of the imposing main staircase, ...
    so I stepped over him and immediately began to climb the stairs two treads at a time. "Third on the right don't disturb." he said almost apologetically as he struggled to stand up. Third on the right was a bathroom, and, as I flung it wide open I found the next room was Lady Baxter's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really have bolted her door, and then I never would have caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her naked tummy bulged without her corset, and her breasts sagged without her wonderbra. I slammed the door shut again before she could scream, but of course she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs uniform let her identify me in a split second. The next door was worse, Lord Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, nothing to be proud of really but with a beer belly like his I'm surprised he could actually see it, perhaps that's why he was looking in the mirror! I shut his door quietly, a woman in a sexy french maids costume stared at my quizzically, "Can I help you sir." she said in an unattractive home counties burr and I realised she was actually a genuine chambermaid and not a ageing tart. "The woman, Miss Jones which room?" I asked, she looked blank, "The tart in the yellow dress?" I offered. "Oh yes, this one third on the right." she said. To any normal person it was fourth on the left but this was Northamptonshire so logic went out of the window, and she opened the door with her key. "I ...
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