I managed to sneak a couple of crafty photos of Mistress on Sunday
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Felix
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Look at Mistress, butter would not melt in her mouth, would it?
I excelled myself on Wednesday, just look at what I managed to get.
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Felix gets Miss Hybrid’s cast off.
Miss Hybrid’s friend Joanne stormed past me down the stairs, towards the front door.
“Are you alright, Ma’am?”, I ask.
“Do I fucking look alright?”, she yells, “I thought she was my friend and…. Well”
“Come through to the sitting room”, I suggest, “I’ll get you a drink, and then you can vent your frustrations on me. I’m a good listener”
She accepts my suggestion, and I guide her along the passage to the sitting room.
“What would you like to drink?”
“What’s the most expensive bottle she’s got?”, she asks.
“There’s a 30 year old Napoleon Cognac”, I offer, “or there’s an 8 year old Talisker”
“Talisker. Ice. Water on the side”.
I pour the scotch over ice and hand it to her. A second glass I fill with cold water and place it on the table beside her before sitting on the sofa next to her.
She takes a long sip of the single malt, licks her lips and places the glass back on the coaster.
She turns to face me.
“He bloody well came in her after just 2 strokes”, she complains, “he never gets that turned on with me”.
“I can’t believe that”, I reply, ”I mean, look at you. Gorgeous figure, sensuous lips, eyes you could drown in. How could he not”. I put my hand on her thigh as I look deep into her eyes.
“He said that she was too tight, and that was why he came so quickly”, she complains, taking another sip of the Talisker. I notice that she has not touched the water.
“That’s just one of her little techniques”, I tell her, slowly stroking her leg. “Plenty of pelvic floor exercises help her squeeze a cock quite tightly. She can sit on a cock and wank it off without moving her hips. I’m sure you could do it too with a bit of practice.”
“How”, she says, ”Just how I am supposed to do that – I wouldn’t know where to start”
“I could give you a little instruction”, I offer, “A little guidance as to what you need to do”.
My hand is nearly at her crotch, and she has unconsciously opened her legs a little. I lean forward and just brush my lips against hers, fleetingly.
Lucy, Penny and Holly too
Penelope has a friend of hers over for a couple of days. I know that the two of them are up to something, as they have a tendency to giggle and whisper together whenever they see me. Not that I would mind if something were to transpire, as Holly is a bit of a cracker. She has a cascade of wavy yellow blonde hair running down to her just below her ample bust line and her dress sense could make a statue blush. It certainly has given me something new to fantasise about.
I was just browsing the CCTV cameras when I came across the two of them giving Lucy a helping hand in the library. (I say library, but it is really a balcony floor above the sitting room where Miss H keeps most of her erotica). Lucy was standing on a chair struggling with the Christmas decorations that she was taking down, when Penelope and Holly came in. They are both wearing t-shirts and short skirts. I say skirts, but I have seen wider belts. Holly bends down slightly to get a better view up Lucy’s short uniform before they ask if they can help, treating me to a lovely view of her nice round behind. I notice Holly put a hand on Lucy’s stockinged leg around the knee and then slowly slide it up onto her bottom. Lucy looks down and smiles. I zoom in and get a hard on as Penelope, too, slides a hand up Lucy’s leg to her other buttock, and then lifts Lucy’s skirt with her other hand. Lucy leans forward slightly sticking out her bum, her red g-string just visible, nestling between her buttocks. Penelope and Holly move their hands to the little patch of red and stroke it, both of them starting to flutter kisses on Lucy’s smooth behind. When they meet in the middle, their tongues snake out and they taste each other. Penelope slips a finger under the panty string and pulls it to the side. I can see the glistening moistness of Lucy’s rapidly dampening pussy. Holly rubs a finger along Lucy’s slit and offers it to Penelope to suck off the juices. Penelope takes Holly’s hand and looking directly at the CCTV camera (the bloody thing is supposed to be hidden – only Me, Jane and Miss Hybrid are supposed to know where they are) she sucks on the extended digit and winks. I nearly cum there and then with the surprise of it, but quickly unfasten my trousers and pull my little pink wicked weasel to the side to free up my stiff sausage and relieve a little pressure.
Continued in Miss Hybrids Members area
Felix
Penny getting bored
Miss Hyrbid went off to Scotland this morning, instructing me to ensure that the fire place in the sitting room is properly cleaned out and new logs laid ready and lit by the time that she gets back. As her trip up north of the border was planned, she gave most of the staff the day off, leaving me having to do the whole job by myself. I really hate having to clean out the grate, you never seem to get that burned wood smell out of your clothes and hair from all the ash, and ensuring that nothing gets onto the fireside carpet. I fetch the Vax to clear out most of the old ash and then go back to the kitchen to get the rest of the cleaning gear.
So there I am, dressed in old jeans and a rather sparse T-shirt soot all over my face cleaning off the flagstones for, hopefully, the final time when Miss Hybrid’s step daughter Penelope wanders in.
“Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored”, she complains as she throws herself onto the settee. “There is fuck all to do around here, and Mummy took the Jeep, so I can’t go anywhere”
It’s been snowing and there is no way you can drive in anything without 4 wheel drive.
“You could try the Gym”, I suggest, without looking around.
“Already done that today”, she replies.
I drop the scrubbing brush into the bucket and stand up.
“Well, that should do it”, I say to myself clapping my hands together.
“Felix, I need something to do”, moans Penny.
“Maybe a game of cards”, I propose, “but I must just lay the fire and get it going”.
I just hear her as she says under her breath, “you should lay me and get me going”
“I beg your pardon, Miss”, I say, raising my eyebrows.
“Nothing, Felix”, she sighs, “just hurry up will you”.
I take all the cleaning gear back through to the kitchen with me, clean out the bucket in the sink and leave it to drain. Just outside the kitchen door is the wood pile, and I pick up a good armful of ready chopped logs and some kindling to take back to the sitting room with me.
Penelope is lounging on the settee, obviously having got up at some stage to get a pack of cards, which is lying next to its pack on the coffee table. I notice that there are fewer buttons fastened on her tailored blouse, showing off her cleavage and the edges of a very pretty looking red bra. She has kicked off her shoes, and I can see the tops of her stockings where her short blue pleated skirt has ridden up.
I place my armful of logs into the log bucket next to the hearth, put down a layer of crunched up newspaper, some kindling and then a few logs. I light the paper in three places and sit back to watch that the fire takes.
“Oh come on, Felix”, calls Penelope, “it looks fine. Let’s play”
I glance around, eyebrows raised.
“Cards”, she says accusingly.
“Of course, Miss Penelope”, I say, “Nothing else crossed my mind at all. What shall we play?”
“Gin?”, she suggests.
“Okay”
I pick up the cards, shuffle, and deal.
She picks the top card from the pack, discards one from her hand and lays down all 7 cards. She shows a 4 card hearts run 3,4,5,6 and three queens.
“Gin”, she says, “Take off an item of clothing”.
“What?”, I exclaim.
“You lost that hand, so take of an item of clothing”, she insists.
I remove one shoe.
Penelope deals the next hand, and manages Gin after four discard and pickups. My second shoe is removed, and I find myself barefoot and shirtless after three more hands.
At last a little luck shines down on me as I win the next hand. The remaining buttons on her blouse are undone and it joins my clothing in the pile on the floor. Her aureoles peek over the top edge of her bra. She looks over at me as I pick up the cards to deal the next hand. She runs her tongue over her upper lip and my trousers start to bulge.
The next hand goes on a little longer as I start to build up a 7 card heart straight, but she wins. I start to take off my belt.
“Let me”, says Penelope, “come over here”
I stand up and go over. She finishes removing my belt, and unclips my trousers before lowering my fly and pulling my trousers down to my knees. My erection points upwards through the pink crotchless panties that I am wearing today.
“Mmmm”, she comments as she grabs my arse and sucks the tip of my cock. Her tongue teases around the head.
“Oh, God, that’s good!” I exclaim.
Continued in Miss Hybrid’s Members area