I was still mesmerized by my Lady’s gaze. My heart was racing, and she squeezed my hip, asking again,

“Answer me, cheeky girl. Did you see a ghost?”

I began to catch my breath, but I didn’t have time to answer. Smiling, she held up a crumpled pair of panties in her hand.

I tried to answer, opened my mouth, but she was quicker and shoved the lacy fabric into my mouth to silence me. I smelled a soft scent of lavender and tasted an aroused pussy.

“Let me do this for you.”

I was terrified, but she seemed to like what she saw more and more. I tried to run away, but she grabbed me by the neck and pressed me against the hallway wall.

Her smile grew even more sadistic. That’s when I felt something touching my thighs under my skirt. I moaned with her panties in my mouth, and my painties ended up falling at my feet. She laughed with satisfaction and touched my pubic hair. Lady Spencer began to masturbate me right there, in the middle of the hallway. Daring, indecent, and as invasive as it was arousing, her fingers stimulated me with masterful skill. Spencer knew how to use her fingers, teasing my button and making me wet.

“Mmm! Ooooh!”

I tried to push her away, putting my hand on her arm, but she shook her head sharply, as if to say “no.” I pulled my hand away, and she shoved her fingers into my pussy. Almost all the way in, four fingers penetrating me like a wedge, and her thumb stimulating my clit.

“Ooooh! Ooooh!”

“That’s it, Ana. Show me, I want to see, too. Come on, girl, cum for me. Go, go!”

She was enthralled, watching me go wild under her wicked touches. My vagina was sweaty, and my juices were starting to lubricate me again. Her fingers penetrated my womb like no penis ever had. My whole body shuddered with my first orgasm.

“Mmm! Uuuuh!

She smiled again, as if she were having fun with a toy.

And I began to savor the juices from her panties mixing with my saliva. The taste of Milady’s desire began to slide down my throat. I tried to move, but she squeezed my neck tighter with her hand.

Only then did she stop masturbating me. Spencer finally pulled her fingers out of me and showed me her hand, all slobbering with my fluids glistening on her fingers.

Curious, she sniffed her fingers with her eyes closed for a few moments and then spoke in that affected tone that only she has.

“Perfect, Ana. Your flavor is full-bodied, nothing like being twenty.”

I was about to reply, but she started touching my vagina again. I saw anger on her face when Madame yanked hard on my pubic hair.

“Aaahh! Aaaa!”

The panties threatened to slip out of my mouth, but she shoved them back in. After the pain came an unexpected pleasure. She started touching me frantically again.

My body writhed, and I exploded into an incredible orgasm. I felt no shame at all about being in front of Lady Spencer. I came, screaming, with the panties in my mouth.

“Aaah! Aaah!”

The panties slipped out of my mouth. I stood there, trembling in front of Lady Spencer.

Spencer showed me her hand again, now even wetter with my vaginal fluids. Spencer winked at me and licked the back of her hand like a slut. Then she put her index finger to her lips, signaling for me to be quiet, and then let me go.

I felt relief in my neck. I gasped and coughed, and she, impassive, examined the hand that had fucked me without asking permission. Frightened, I expected the worst to be thrown out of there like a criminal, but she acted exactly as Spencer always did, showing no emotion.

“My tea, you’re late.”

“Yes, ma’am. Please forgive me; I’ll take care of it.”

Finally, she turned her back on me and walked toward the staircase, with that elegant, affected gait of a lady. I pulled my panties back up over my hips and also picked up Spencer’s panties, which were at my feet.

I glanced at the wall clock and ran toward the kitchen.

***

I almost knocked over the teapot as I walked with the tray in my hands toward the west wing of the house, where Lady Spencer usually had her tea. As usual, she was sitting in an iron chair facing one of the house’s inner gardens.

She was reading something on her tablet.

“Excuse me,” I said, but she didn’t even look at me. I set the tray down on the tempered glass table, and she remained silent. I arranged the cutlery, placed the teapot, and then the saucer and cup with delicate Chinese designs. Finally, I set out a crystal jar filled with the cream cookies she liked.

I picked up the teapot and poured the steaming tea into the cup. The aroma of the tea mingled with the perfume she was wearing.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Milady.”

Our eyes finally met, but I looked away, feeling guilty. I don’t even know why, but that’s how I felt.

I curtsied and took three steps back. I smoothed the apron over my dark blue skirt and watched the lady as she read her tablet and sipped her tea. I could see the steam rising and her taking a bite of the cookies from time to time. So calm, as if nothing had happened between us.

What a strange woman. I thought. That’s when she took a bite of one of her favorite cookies. She sniffed her own fingers. She just laughed without looking at me and went back to reading what was on her tablet. Absorbed in her reading. She ran one of her fingers across her upper lip. Just to tease me. She knew I was watching her. The scent of my pussy on her fingers, and there she was, sipping her tea with as much elegance as she had arrogance in the way she carried herself.

It stayed that way until she raised her cup in the air. That was the signal to pour another cup of tea.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I held the teapot and refilled the cup. Our eyes met, those sparkling green eyes, that cynical smile meant just to tease me.

She began to drink in small sips, and I stood there beside her. It was as if she wanted to control my mind.

But then I did something she didn’t expect. I took the cloth out of my pocket and laid it on the table. The crumpled black panties unfolded before Lady Spencer. She sighed but remained calm. I thought she’d react perhaps with fear or anger—but not even that.

She gave me a stern look and ordered, “Wash that.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She laughed and raised her cup again.

I filled it once more as golden liquid flowed gently into the cup. The aroma flooded my nostrils, and I still don’t know where I found such boldness, far more than before. What I did was repulsive, almost sordid, but the lady deserved it.

After filling it, I leaned over, let my saliva drip, and let a long, bubbling drop fall into that arrogant, annoying woman’s tea.

The saliva mixed with the tea. There was a heavy silence, and a single second seemed to last a century. Her gaze met mine. Spencer lowered her cup and took a sip, drinking the disgusting mixture calmly, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

She laughed and asked, “More.”

I did as she asked. Milady looked even more fascinating as she crossed her legs under the table. She placed her clenched hand under her chin and fixed her eyes on her tablet.

The atmosphere between us grew tense again, with me standing beside her and her reading as if I weren’t even there. She lifted the still-full cup again; it wasn’t hard to guess what she wanted. 

I leaned over and spat. I spat several times. Until she placed the cup on the saucer and stirred the flavors with the spoon. It didn’t take long before she took a sip, savoring the mixture, licking her lips with her tongue, but without looking at me. Without saying a word, as if I were a piece of furniture in the house.

I took a step back and waited, my hands folded over my apron. Listening to the sounds of her tasting it. Until Spencer pushed the iron chair aside and set the tablet on the table. She stood up haughtily; I braced myself for a slap in the face or something like that, but she walked past me, heading toward the reading room.

Spencer walked as if she were on a runway and entered the other room. I followed her with my eyes.

Milady sat down in a beige leather armchair with a high back and wide, rounded armrests. It looked like a throne. We stared at each other until she crossed her legs in a very sensual way. I could see her plump thighs, her pale complexion contrasting with the color of her plaid skirt.

She raised her eyebrows and laughed, pouting slightly. What a little minx, what a slut with that mysterious look and sadistic smile. Her gestures were mesmerizing and seduced me. 

I walked toward the reading room almost like an automaton, drawn to that pedantic, irritating, yet incredibly seductive woman.

I felt a wave course through my body as I walked until I was face to face with her. Spencer smoothed her skirt with her fingertips and placed her hands in her lap. Then she looked up at me with a bright, authoritative gaze, bordering on audacity.

I reacted instinctively, as if I knew what she expected of me. Without taking my eyes off her. I knelt without thinking about what I was doing. I just did it.

I was no longer in control; she was the one controlling me. I felt a shiver run through my body. I grabbed her knees and spread her legs apart. Without taking my eyes off her. That Mona Lisa-like smile a mysterious smile.

She bit her lip with her front teeth and pulled her skirt up.

Her black stockings reached halfway up her thighs; her vulva was bare, her pubic hair forming a triangle, but her vaginal lips were fully exposed to my gaze. I reached out and gently caressed her vulva; she smiled, appreciating my boldness.

The scent of her vagina after her orgasm filled my nostrils. Her pubic hair was still damp. Her vaginal lips were soft; her clitoris emerged at the top of her slit, a long slit that she kept hidden between her legs.

We laughed together, like accomplices, at our unexpected encounter in the hallway.

I caressed her button with my thumb and then slid a finger into her slit. Spencer sighed eagerly at my touch. I felt the tension in her flesh, her warm, lubricated cavity. She bit her lip. I penetrated Milady with two fingers while continuing to stroke her clitoris. She gripped the arms of the chair with her palms flat. Her body trembled. Madame closed her eyes and moaned in a strange way.

“Wow! Ooooh!”

Her juices began to flow hot, thick, and fragrant. The smell made my pussy hot. She was moaning in that strange way, which made me even bolder. I slid my fingers into her pussy, just as she had done to me upstairs.

That made me want to taste her. It had been a while since I’d licked a pussy, especially a mature one like hers. My taste buds were tingling, and I was salivating with desire.

I leaned between her thighs, taking in the distinctive scent of arousal a delicious fragrance of a woman in heat. Spencer spread her legs wider, and I kissed her all over her long slit with my tongue. My lady was trembling and screaming, driven wild with lust.

“Mmmm! More, more, girl.”

The more she moaned and begged, the more I kissed and nibbled at the soft skin of her mature vulva. A different taste, more intense than the others.

My pussy throbbed, begging to be teased, but I couldn’t help but satisfy my mistress first.

“Aaannh!”

I love hearing a woman moan, even if she’s a pain in the ass like Spencer. She lifted her legs into the air, and I helped her by holding her thighs. An incredible view of the most intimate parts of a respectable woman from the English countryside. Heiress to a vast fortune and living in a mansion that looked more like a castle.

Hungry, I sucked on her labia, drank her sweet juices, and kissed her wet slit with my tongue.

Such an intimate kiss. I was diving deeper into her world. This made Spencer even more aroused. At the same time, I felt a long drop begin to trickle from my vagina, swinging freely between my thighs.

The desire between us was intense.

Spencer pressed my head even harder against her body. She rubbed me against that viscous, slippery fluid flowing from her womb. She moved her hips as if she were having sex with my face.

It was absurd, but it was also delicious tasting a respectable country lady. The sweet taste of a slut, a whore of the worst kind. 

I paused for a moment to stroke her clitoris with my thumb. It seemed even more pointed and hard. I moved my fingers the way every woman likes, driving Spencer even crazier, screaming and moaning. Her hair was tousled, and sweat glistened on her forehead.

I gave her what she deserved most. I penetrated her with my fingers, all at once. Exactly what she had done to me. She screamed, and I fucked her with my hand buried deep inside her. A thick fluid dripped from her cavity, soaking the leather of the throne where she sat.

“Moan, Spencer, moan!”

“Ooooh! Fuck me, fuck me! Yes, yes!”

“Then come, Spencer, cum for me!”

She exploded in a scream, almost an irrational roar. My fingers were still inside her, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. My mistress was beside herself, a madwoman coming nonstop.

“Aaah! Mmm! God!”

After a few seconds, silence fell, and she relaxed. Naked and sated. We remained motionless for a while, she catching her breath and me kneeling in front of her. Finally, she made a gesture, stretched out her arm, and wiped the drool running down my chin. I prepared to get up.

“Stay!”

I caressed her thighs, and she pointed her finger at her vagina.

“Here.”

I leaned forward, without taking my eyes off her face. We were both sizing each other up at the same time. I opened my mouth, and she spread the opening of her own vagina with her fingers. I heard a grunt, and I was taken by surprise. A stream began to gush out—a strong, hot jet, just like a fountain.

“Drink it, Ana.”

And I drank it, drank Madame’s urine, the indecent piss of a slut. The smell, the strong taste, bathed my face, entered my mouth, and ran down my throat.

Worse yet, my arousal grew even stronger. I opened my uniform, and the golden piss soaked my breasts.

Disgusting, nauseating, repulsive. Totally humiliating, but I accepted being her servant. It went on until I myself reached climax.

“Aaah! Aaaa!”

I came, feeling the contractions in my vagina. I was trembling, and she was taking it all in. It went on until I stopped, my mouth still full of the warm liquid.

“There’s nothing better than piss after an orgasm, is there?”

She said, flashing her affected smile. I felt filthy, humiliated. There was a deep silence as we stared at each other. Spencer sat on the edge of the couch and rubbed her nose against my face. Then she kissed me on the mouth, and together we drank Madame’s piss.

One of the best kisses of my life, our tongues intertwining and her licking me inside. The only reason it wasn’t better was that, after all, it was he, that annoying Lady Spencer.

We moaned together; I was a little scared, and she was taking advantage of me.

“Aaah! Wow!”

I still don’t know why I reacted that way something unthinkable even for someone who considers themselves as open-minded as I am.

When it was all over, I thought there would at least be a gesture of affection from the woman I’d made come just as she needed to. But Spencer remained cold and distant, even with my arms wrapped around her waist. The silence made everything feel distant; it grew cold, as always.

I stood up and composed myself while she stared at the wall.

“Anything else, Milady?”

“No, that’s all. You can go.”

I nodded and walked away, then ran toward my room. My heart was pounding, and I didn’t know what it was. Had Spencer changed me? Was I a slut, a slut just like her?