Chapter 1 - Working Girl

Working Girl




Practicality.

That was the hallmark by which the common woman must live her life, the foundation of her truths and her triumphs. All her actions must stem from the well spring of what was feasible, dependable, and expedient. And thus on the day which her mother had spoken to her about what would be the best position from which she could garner in life it was not a big surprise to her that the matronly woman would suggest that on her back with her legs spread for a wealthy noble, was near the very top of that list.

It was a simple equation.

Nobles ruled. This was the indisputable fact of life. When those who stood above you could set fire to your face by waving their hands around... it didn’t take much thought to realize that above you were where they were meant to be. On the other hand just because they were above in rule, did not put them beyond a smart man or woman’s grasp. Money was its own power, and in the pursuit of it for a comfortable life, a man or woman must be willing to work hard and smart to fill their coffers before the unpleasant business of age began to settle in.

A noble was a creature of power, her mother would tell her, their breath whispering words which even the spirits would hear, words which would give motion to the world. But for all their power, they had only a human’s guile. Like is to like, there were smart nobles, dim ones, greedy ones, pious ones... and most importantly of all, inexperienced Horny one on whom she could count would be ready willing and able to fill the pockets of a smart and beautiful girl... if they never suspected the smart part.

Thus when Siesta had been accepted for work at the Academy of Tristan, her first order of business had been to learn the ropes of what the most successful maid servants of the academy did in order to prosper. It took her some time, but with slow determination, she managed to tease and puzzle out the system which they all followed, a web of plausible deniability and carefully calculated discretion.

“Ah...” Siesta’s voice squeaked. Her hiked skirt leaving bare ass exposed to cool air even as the activities of the moment drew sweat and the scent of sexual musk. There she lay, draped over a fine wooden table more expensive than her generous basic salary could cover in a year, being fucked silly by a silk clad noble with curly indigo locks.

“Ah...” the whimper of breath escaped her lips once more bolts of pure pleasure shot their way through her fluttering pussy. The now familiar sensation of being stretched wide and filled up to the brim assailed her even as the man who was currently enjoying her pleasantly tightening, rippling cunt worked his way in and out with the vigour and enthusiasm of youth.

She could feel the hardened curve of his cock playing merry havoc within her, as he stroked with what she knew was the refinement of practice and the surety of his own virility, each thrust gently insistent, yet firm. A moment of pride outshone pleasure at the young man currently thrusting into her, her first time with him had been a clumsy affair, too rough for her tastes and too quick to satisfy. Still he was better than many others who simply refused to learn, and thus she never had any qualms in simply being called upon and taken whenever it suited his fancy. Courtesy begat courtesy after all.

Again and again, she felt his masculine power, as the indigo curls of his ruff met the neatly hairless trim of her pleasured pussy lips, puffy, red, and sensitive to the slightest of motions as he slid in and out of her clenching cunt.

The sweet burst of her own orgasmic groan, a sound which she’d cultivated just so that she could properly signal the advent of her pleasure to her partner, would mark the moment at which the twitching cock which still rubbed and jolted within her would begin to pulse with that oh so familiar motion, even as he pitched to a finish within her most intimate jar. With some concentration and exercises which she’d been taught by her mother, exercises to keep tight and firm even though a lifetime of this work, she clamped down her wetness upon him like a vice, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Men loved the extra at the end, she’d found, and it’d made her quite popular amoung those who were in the know.

With a manly grunt he made one final thrust, giving her yet another jolting orgasm even as he painted her insides with creamy white nobility.

With a satisfied purr, she melted against her hard wooden prop, ass still waving in the air as she felt him go flaccid within her. He’d done a wonderful job in her opinion, and that deserved a further reward, besides she still needed to clean up and it was a good place to start. And thus she pushed off from her wooden rest, turning to face the noble boy whom she’d just emptied, meeting his lips in a passionate tangle of tongues. She’d spent a few day’s instructing him in just how she liked him to do so, letting him tease and tantalize her mouth at no extra cost during one of her rest periods where neither of them had anything they needed to do, and she was not seeking ‘work’ elsewise. And while she preferred to keep the ‘romance’ angle to the minimum due mostly to her own likelihood of being carried away with it, she did so very much like the gentle motions of tongue and lips.

It really made her feel appreciated.

After several minutes of mouth to mouth contact, Siesta would sink to her knees to provide one final cleaning service to the young noble. Tongue and lips played merry to the tune of his flute, rousing him from spent flaccidity once more into turgid vigour. Expertly she suckled and twirled her tongue to clean her own sticky essence from his member, pulling back once to blow cooled breath across his sensitive engorged head then engaged again to tickle the sensitive spot under the crown with her lithe organ, then engulfed him fully swallowing him down to the very hilt.

Once more he would succumb to her charms, as she did interesting things with her throat as she swallowed him down, then pulled back and did it all over again... and again... and again.

Once more, she wrung from him the silky, sticky white treat, and like a true lady swallowed it down with a dainty gulp.

“If only the noble girls had half your talents...” the blue haired noble spoke with a wistful smile, running his hand though her exotic black locks. His own curly blue locks clumping together to hide his eyes, and the light beginnings of a beard and mustache speckled his almost innocent seeming face, with only the tuff which grew upon his chin giving the entire affair any presence at all.

“Then you would still desire me for my looks noble sir, you say often enough that my exotic nature draws your eye.” Siesta smiled, they’d both played this little game enough to know each others responses.

As far as working relationships went, she felt that this was optimal.

The only others she frequented as much anyway were the pervert twins who seemed as much ready to take each other as they did to take her at any time... and sometimes together in the same hole, and Madame Pucelle, who both seemed to enjoy doing... things... to her body as well as inviting along stable hands to carry out more normal intercourse... though also she seemed to really like both being fucked herself and watching others. Some of the stable hands would come to her room expecting work her over for their money... only to find that she wanted them to work each other over though always at a generous extra fee. And she did love her company while watching, as often as not seating Seista beside her with easy access to fill her pussy with fingers.

These somewhat more deviant sessions weren’t a problem, as only the most discreet of those who served were ever invited to take part and only by the most indirect of signals.

“My dear, it has been a pleasure. But I must ask you to gather yourself to move on, it is good to have the edge off now but I am courting lady Noelle’s favour and I need to be going soon to meet her. Matters of romance are demanding after all.” He spoke unapologetically, with a shrug to his shoulders and a smile on his lips.

“I do understand Monsieur, and do remember those little things I’ve been telling you to try. Gaining her favour might become a bit easier if you treat her a bit first... and all the little... extras which I’ve taught you should come in handy should the lady decide to allow you to touch her.” Siesta smiled, she’d been prepping him for weeks to succeed with one of the more innocent of the recent batches of noble-ladies to have recently gained familiar... and thus be of suitable seeking age and legitimate blood. She could just imagine such a touch for her first time, the way he could set her body ablaze... yes Monsieur Juan would make a fine lover and possibly suitor for the lass, possibly breaking her of that timidity without harsh experience.

“Though, before I go, would it be too much trouble to ask Monsieur to do me the favour of a gentle agent against an unwanted heir? My usual tincture has run afoul this morning and I’ve not the chance to yet replace it. Besides, you are far more sure... and much more pleasant.” Siesta’s cheek’s actually glowed at the very audacity of her speech and in anticipation of receiving her request. Experienced as she was, the process for which she entreated was something of a different kind of pleasure, though no less than coitus had had been. Carefully she hiked her skirt once more, and lowered her undergarments, giving the noble a clear view of her abdomen and the still sex slicked lips of her pussy.

A grin spread against a boyish blue haired face. “I have no objections Madame Siesta, though you might want to sit back for this.” Then carefully he pushed her, forcing her to sit back on the same table upon which they’d just spent the last hour fucking. With wand in hand he carefully traced his way across the neither regions of her body, speaking arcane words of power.

Nobles cheat.

That much Siesta knew from the onset. They cheat at everything. Even the chore of contraception they held a quick balm. One of the simplest ways was simply to utilize water to flush away the masculine essence which would have been poured in, washing all evidence of the coupling out with ease. Though this method was most common due to constraints of expertise, it held its risks in the hands of an amateur to sweep that essence back up into the womb, causing pregnancies which would have otherwise been avoided.

On the other hand, Juan who was a line of earth with excellent skills in dexterously handling his wand... and the piece of metal and wood in his hand... would use something different. A cascade of abrasive particles, the mixture summoned and controlled from his deft words and the flickering motions of his wand, would scour the inside of her vagina, cervix, and uterus removing all foreign materials, and effectively cleaning her out. Much like its fire and wind counterparts, if the spell was performed by an inept amateur, there was much risk of internal abrasions which would be... at best painful. However in the hands of someone with Juan’s experience and affinity, the entire process became one of sublime pleasure as the particles of earth stimulated her deeper than anyone had ever been, cleansing and tumbling their way through her sexual organs with vibrations which made her spasm with pleasure. The stimulation was rapid and relentless; leaving her completely collapsed upon the table, with legs spread once more, her body humming with sexual ecstasy.

Ruthlessly he watched clench and jerk beneath him as he held her firm against the table, tempted to take a third time to empty himself inside of her erotic body... But alas, there were appointments to keep, and a certain doe eyed innocent fellow student to romance. So with a final flicker and word, he would Gather together the entire congealing mass, and remove it from her body, flinging it into a nearby chamber pot for future disposal. Once more she would purr in that satisfied lit which she’d seemingly perfected, then after taking a moment more of rest to come down from the sensual high, Siesta would gather herself up, straighten herself out, then exit with the dignified look of a respectable maid of the Academy.

Having of course collected her fee.

But it wouldn’t even be three hours later that she would find herself on her knees, plunged tongue first into the vibrant emerald muff of a noble lady. And there were still many hours in the day.

It was at least, generous work.