"You Rang, Madam?" Chapter 8

by Julius

copyright January, 2008





Phoebe stood for a long time with the towel wrapped around her. Her legs were quite dry by the time she came out of her reverie. She could feel the still-aroused nipple pushing out against the towel’s rough fabric. The intensity of feelings during the encounter with Marie had shocked her to her core. Little sparks of energy seemed to flicker still, from nipple to pussy. She shivered deliciously.

Could she be as attracted to a woman as to Hudson? Who did she want more? She desperately needed Hudson’s cock but, and it was the ‘but’ that alarmed her, but she wanted Marie close to her. Close to her and doing things Phoebe had never experienced before.

She admitted to herself that she wanted them both. This led to the crazy idea of having them both; better yet, having them both at once. She knew Marie hadn’t meant that when she asked to share Hudson. She pictured Hudson and Marie doing things to her, both at once. The more she thought about it, the better the idea sounded.

She’d share Hudson with Marie but would he go along with the idea? Would Marie? She fancied Marie would go along with anything; there was a sweet sluttishness about her. And if Marie would agree, she was certain the two of them could persuade Hudson. She could almost imagine Marie telling him, ‘There’ll be no more fucking at all if you don’t.’

Phoebe dropped the towel and went into her bedroom to dress.





Hudson responded, in seconds it seemed, to the bell from the conservatory.

“Yes, Madam, you rang?”

“Yes, Hudson, I did indeed ring.”

He stood, respectful, unsmiling, the ever-ready-to-serve, Hudson. She sometimes wished he’d unbend a little. When they made love together he was different, strong, gentle, passionate and loving. He was two people and seemed happy with the double role. She sighed inside, so be it.

“Hudson, Marie has expressed a desire to avail herself of your services.”

“My services, Madam?”


“She knows, Hudson, knows about us. She’s happy here but she’s lonely too. I think she’s worried about my reactions should she make advances towards you.”

“I see, Madam,” he paused and added, “and what would your reactions be, Madam?”

“Well, Hudson, I’m not really sure. As my pregnancy advances, I shall get fat, I shall waddle and I’ll doubtless become moody and short tempered.”

“I doubt that, Madam. A woman with child becomes more beautiful and ill manners? Ill manners from you, are unthinkable.”

“Oh for Heaven’s sake, Hudson!” she said in exasperation, “I’m trying to say you can frolic a little with our maid if you so wish. Do stop, for once, being the silver-tongued charmer. If I’m to lose you to her, even temporarily, I want it on my terms or at least with my permission.” It wasn’t the whole truth she realized, but it might satisfy Hudson.

“Yes, Madam,” he said quietly. His face broke into a grin that Phoebe found a little unsettling. Sometimes Hudson seemed to be the one in charge.

Phoebe was by no means certain she was behaving wisely. Better to get rid of Marie. Agnes had had to go, so why not Marie? Well, Marie was so very good as a universal maid; she smiled inwardly, a maid of all work. The little session in the bathroom had awakened something deep in Phoebe, something that she just had to explore further. She was trapped, trapped by her own needs.

Hudson gave a discrete cough; Phoebe’s mind had been wandering.

“If I don’t allow Marie some freedom I’m afraid, she’ll misbehave and I shall have to let her go and I don’t want that to happen. I’m also worried that, despite your reassurances, Hudson, you may neglect me as my pregnancy advances.”

Hudson started to protest but she waved him to silence and carried on, “So, if I keep both of you happy, perhaps you will keep my appetites satisfied. You’re a wonderful lover, Hudson,” she sighed, “I wish we were alone in the house right now. I need you.”

“Thank you, Madam.”

“I think I shall go and find Marie and send her to the village on an errand.” She got to her feet and pointed to the sunlit area by the door that led to the garden.“That would be a nice spot, Hudson. You could lie in the sun and I could sit on your lovely cock.”






“Marie, I’ve talked to Hudson and explained that I don’t want to be selfish. He seems to understand but whether or not he’ll be able to add you to his duties, I don’t know. You’re certainly a lovely girl, I’m sure he’s noticed you.”

“Thank you, I’ll try not to be too demanding.”

There was a confidence in Marie’s manner that made Phoebe wonder if there was already something between the maid and Hudson.

“Would you take the small car and go to the bakery in the village and pick up some cakes for tea?”

Marie gestured at her uniform, “I’ll go and change.”

Phoebe smiled, “I want you to be happy here, Marie,” she glanced at the clock and added, “now, I must go and talk to Hudson about his duties.”






Back in the conservatory Hudson was waiting. She crossed to where he stood looking out across the garden.

“Marie’s going to get changed and go into the village for cakes. We’d better wait until she leaves.”

She moved to stand in front of him. With one hand she lifted the hem of her skirt, with the other she took his hand and guided it down to the front of her panties.

“Excite me, Hudson.”

Excite her he did. She’d needed him since waking and the need had grown, grown to an ache. Well schooled in the art of controlling any outward signs of emotion, Phoebe had almost lost her mind during the morning. The session with Marie in the bathroom had aroused her more than she could have believed. And since then she’d imagined an endless series of scenarios involving the three of them. Now she wanted nothing more, nothing less, than a violent fucking from Hudson.

His hand cupped her pussy, his fingertips reaching deep between her thighs. He began a firm caressing of her. His hand was strong and he began taking more and more of her weight on his curved fingers, until she wondered if he’d lift her off the floor by her pussy.

But it felt so good. She cursed the cotton panties she’s put on after her bath. She wanted his fingers inside her. His hand felt like a saddle under her, lifting, carrying. Her heart was beating wildly; her breathing was fast and loud. Could she, would she,come before he got his cock into her?

At last, they heard the sound of the car on the gravel driveway. Now she could have him.


She squirmed off his hand. “Lie on the floor,” she said.

“Fully dressed, Madam?”

“Yes,” she said, her desperation plain in her voice.

As soon as he was on the floor, on his back, Phoebe knelt beside him and began struggling frantically with his belt. Almost sobbing with frustration she got it undone and then unzipped him.


Hudson pushed her hands away. “Gently, Madam, gently.”


He managed to get his cock free. Phoebe grabbed for it.

She straddled his legs and walked awkwardly up him, on her knees. In no mood for niceties, she raised herself and pulled her panties aside and lowered herself onto him. Cock and cunt seemed to find each other by instinct. Phoebe simply dropped onto him. They both gasped at the suddenness of it as he slid into her.


“Oh God!“ exclaimed Phoebe as his wonderful rigidity filled her, deep, deliciously deep.

She then began a slow-deliberate fucking. Lifting herself slowly up, drawing his cock out of her inch by fat inch until only the head of it was nestled between the lips of her pussy. A pause, while she stayed motionless and then the slow slide down him, in and in, until his length was buried inside her again.

He began responding, thrusting up into her as she lifted but she hissed, “You just keep still, let me use that lovely cock my way.”

Up and down she went, her pussy lips releasing his cock reluctantly as she rose and then hungrily consuming it as she lowered herself. Utter bliss, her eyes were closed. How deep he seemed to go, with her thighs wide open and her weight driving her hard down onto him.

She felt her thigh muscles protesting as they lifted and lowered her, time and again.


Finally she had to rest and she sank down onto him, his lovely cock buried in her, to the hilt.

Phoebe pulled her blouse open, heedless of the buttons. One flew and hit the window. She grabbed her bra and pulled it frantically, up off her breasts. Freed, they moved heavily on her chest and she looked down over them at Hudson.

She leaned forward and took her weight on her hands. Her nipples were inches from his mouth. Hudson took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, Phoebe groaned. His mouth found a nipple and sucked it deep and hard into his mouth.

“Bite it Hudson, bite it.”

He bit her gently.

“Harder!” she hissed.

Hudson bit harder and Phoebe squirmed as the charge pulsed down to her pussy. He was hurting her. Were her nipples already getting more tender, more sensitive? But her arousal was so acute that the pleasure was worth the pain. She was trapped on his cock. She loved it. Penetration and sweet pain, she thought she’d die.

Hudson began to thrust into her and this time she didn’t tell him to stop. Phoebe didn’t want anything to stop. She writhed her hips almost freeing herself of his cock. Then she drove herself downwards, onto it, forcing it into her. He matched her moves with his own thrusts and withdrawals.

They fucked each other with a wonderful, determined intensity. He kept hold of her breast and kept the nipple in his mouth, sucking, biting, breathing noisily through his nose.

Phoebe remained propped on her hands with her back arched. Her belly and thighs ground on Hudson’s. The sun streamed in on them, both glistened with sweat.

Phoebe sobbed obscenities and urged Hudson on. Beneath her, his thrusts were in perfect time with her own. She imagined herself as all vagina and nipple, fucked vagina and suckled nipple. She fought for breath, fought for release.







Outside, Marie peered through the glass. Her own arousal scared her; her heart seemed to be hammering in her throat.

She’d left the car outside the gates and had run back, certain that they were going to fuck in the conservatory.

Now that lovely nipple was in his mouth. The cock she’d milked last night was in Phoebe’s cunt. Phoebe was in heaven; Marie was in torment. Her horniness was beyond belief. A hand was down the front of her jeans and strummed her clit in its nest of wet curls. She leaned against the glass, her legs trembling as she fought for release.

Suddenly her eyes found Phoebe’s. The other woman was cocked to one side, staring at her.

How Marie envied her. The sheen of sweat on Phoebe’s back told of her exertion. The clenching and unclenching of her buttocks with each grinding thrust hypnotized Marie.

They stared into each other’s eyes. Phoebe seemed to be in ecstasy. How Marie longed to love those breasts, sample that pussy - Mistress Phoebe wouldn’t laugh then. And, Marie wanted that lovely cock. Oh, how she wanted that cock!

She heard Phoebe’s scream through the glass, watched the lovely body go rigid, saw Hudson struggling beneath his mistress. Then he came too, the sudden spasms as his orgasm tore through him. He released the breast; she could see the angry redness of the nipple quite plainly.

Marie moved away and leaned against the sun-warmed brickwork. Her own orgasm had come with Phoebe’s but had seemed a shadow of the one beyond the glass. Despite her release she wanted to weep with frustration.

She set off back to the car on unsteady legs.







In the conservatory, Phoebe stood at the window. She felt the wetness of Hudson’s juices soaking into the crotch of her panties. She loved it; she’d wear them until her shower that night. She reveled in the sweet wickedness of the idea.

“Poor Marie,” she said thoughtfully.

“Why, ‘Poor Marie’, Madam?”

Phoebe edged closer to the window and gave a little gasp as she pressed her tender nipples against the chill of the glass. “She was out there, watching us making love. How do you think she must feel?”

“Madam?” Hudson was on his feet and feeling rather unsteady as he zipped up. He wasn’t happy at the idea of the maid watching him perform.

“I think I’ll have a word with Marie when she getsback from the village.” Phoebe was still cooling her nipples against the window. Her own hunger by no means satisfied. “I think we should both pleasure her this afternoon,” she said, “Both of us,” she added, by way of emphasis.

“Madam!” Hudson said, sounding not a little surprised, “I’ve only just,” He was unable to finish the sentence.

“Only just fucked me, Hudson? I know that and obviously Marie knows it too. She wants me to share you with her. We can all share.”

“Yes, Madam.” He sounded resigned.

“Well, Hudson, your oral techniques are wonderful. I’m sure they’ll suffice in this instance.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“Well, we mustn’t be selfish must we, Hudson?”

“No madam.” Phoebe thought she detected a flicker of interest in Hudson’s reply.

She turned. She was delighted to see Hudson’s eyes widen as he looked at her breasts, their nipples were very prominent from the prolonged encounter with the cold glass.

“Let’s surprise the little minx shall we, Hudson?” She stepped up to him, her nipples grazing his jacket.

“Very well, Madam.” He eyes came up to meet hers and he smiled conspiratorially.

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It's almost a year since I wrote this chapter. The story is obviously a long way from told. Sadly other ideas and other stories came and begged to be written. But ........ I must write some more about Hudson and Phoebe (and Marie). The country home is to be sold and a move to a large apartment in London and more delicious wickedness.

My thanks to Tim Reilly for saying wonderful things about the story .... if it gets finished it'll be because of his encouragement!!!