Guest writer Silverwolf

Amy smiled as she examined her reflection in the long, full-length mirror, her eyes drinking in the treat that Damien had in store.

Tonight would be the night, she thought to herself, tonight he would be hers.

Her eyes roved over the image in the glass, long auburn hair, softly, perfectly curled into luxurious waves. Her skin was pale, milky and pampered with the finest bath treatments, her irises were their usual glittering emerald.

Further she explored her image, tracing the lines of her small, perfectly proportioned breasts with their ruby tipped peaks.

Further down, past the flowing, even plane of her toned stomach and her flared, generous hips.

She'd waxed smooth between her thighs, exposing her neat dark pink femininity.

Her long legs were encased in pale white silk stockings. She reached for the flimsy wisp of white lace that constituted underwear these days, snuggling the single thread of support between the pale mounds of her firm ass.

Next came the suspender belt, she bowed gracefully to clip her stockings and reached for the long white dress with its daring, plunging, neckline.

It was backless and split to the thigh, the neckline sank to just above her navel, modesty protected by two simple strips of tape.

Finally she slipped into her white stilettos, applied a coat of deep scarlet to her full lips, took one last look in the mirror and headed to the door.

Her carriage was waiting as she stepped into the night, the footman stood ready, opening the door as she approached, Amy nodded to both the driver and the footman.

"The Hellfire Club Ma'am?" inquired the driver.

"Yes, my good man, yes indeed."

Katherine waited impatiently for her husband to enter the room, she had dressed for the occasion, tight jodphers clung to her shapely legs like a second skin, braless she wore a sheer black chiffon blouse, offering teasing glimpses of her full, heavy breasts and pale caramel areola.

Her hair was tied back sharply into a severe ponytail, her light coffee skin complimented with smokey-look shadowed eyes, irises so dark brown as to be almost black.

Riding boots fit snugly to her calves, a black leather, silver and diamond studded choker sat around her elegant neck.

Unable to contain her impatience any longer she flung the lounge door wide and strode into the study. 

Damien stood naked in the center of the room his naked skin illuminated by the light of the wood fire in the hearth. She admired his lean muscular frame, the criss cross of scars across his back and sides. Tattoos of naked nymphs and dryads covered his chest and arms cavorting in all manner of erotic ways almost coming to life in the flickering firelight. 

Looking at him from the side her heart fluttered in her chest as she eyed the curve of his buttocks and beautifully defined stomach. 

She felt herself tingle as Amelia, the housemaid took his magnificent cock deep into her throat, her uniform torn and tattered, exposing her young, pert tits. 

Katherine watched transfixed as her husband reached down with his hands, knotting them in the young woman’s hair, and drove himself deeper into her throat, causing Amelia to choke and gag. 

"Hello Katherine... Enjoying the view?" 

His voice, as always, was a rich and deep tone, similar to that of the great opera singers that immediately bought a rush of heat to her sex. 

Stepping back from the maid, he smiled down at her. 

"Run along now my pretty, Mrs Dandridge has need of me." 

Amelia clutched the remnants of her uniform to her chest, rose and swiftly exited the room head bent low under the watchful gaze of both the master and mistress. 

"Jesus Christ Damien, we organise a get-together, and you're in here fucking the help!" 

"Oh come now my dear, you know I'd still be ready for tonight's..... entertainment."

"I know that dear husband, but we have less than an hour to get dressed and get to the Lodge. The footman we sent has confirmed that Miss Taylor is on her way there now."

Damien laughed thunderously, sending shivers of pleasure through Katherine's body.

"Don't worry darling, we'll be there long before her, that's why I arranged for her to travel by carriage.

Have the others departed yet?". 

"Yes Damien, all confirmed, though I expect Simon will cheat again and use his helicopter!".

 

"Then he will face the consequences, exactly the same as last year." 

"One suspects Simon enjoys those 'consequences' rather too much!". 

"We'll drive to the village then ride from there, I have prepared ahead my dear." 

Turning imperiously away Katherine glanced back at her husbands rigid cock, and smiled impishly. 

"Pity you didn't get to finish darling, I think dear little Amelia would have looked even prettier covered in your cum" 

Damien laughed once more as he admired his wife's sexy ass as it sashayed out the door. Reaching for the tuxedo Amelia had delivered. Smiling ruefully, I bet she would have, he thought.