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A Serving-girls Diary (MMF servant Downton Abbey erotica): The Kitty Series Sera Belle

A Serving-girls Diary (MMF servant Downton Abbey erotica): The Kitty Series

Sera Belle

Published July 3rd 2014
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Kindle Edition
82 pages
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Kitty is working her way to the top of Waughton House, one encounter at a time. She desperately wishes to become Lord Nevilles personal attendant, and secure her place as a Lady of Quality.But shes only a serving-girl, the lowest of the household-MoreKitty is working her way to the top of Waughton House, one encounter at a time. She desperately wishes to become Lord Nevilles personal attendant, and secure her place as a Lady of Quality.But shes only a serving-girl, the lowest of the household- she only got this job by seducing the man at the agency. And with this one skill - attracting the attentions of the gentlemen of the house - she intends to rise in her station. Shell start with the footmen... then the butler... Each rung of the ladder comes with its particular wants and desires. How on earth will Kitty be able to satisfy them all?Note: This is a sexy historical tale of debauchery and desire, and collects all four parts of the Serving-girls Diary series (Kitty Comes Over, Kitty Goes Down, Kitty Comes Upstairs, and Kitty Goes In). Intended for 18+ audiences only.Excerpt:I waited until after I heard the one oclock chime from the grandfather clock off in the distant main hall. I had not yet spent a night there at Waughton, and wasnt sure who might be around, and until how late. Still, there were only fifteen servants or so, and only three family members, so I felt fairly confident leaving my room by the time that hour came.I ran down the hall to the doorway between the mens and womens quarters and slipped through to the mens side. The doors bore only numbers, not names, and I hadnt thought to ask Arthur which room was his. I crept up the corridor, listening outside each room and scrutinizing the door for any sign that it might be the correct one. At the hallways far end, I found one under which escaped a dim shaft of light- pressing my ear to the cold wooden door, I could just barely hear the murmurs of male voices.It was a risk, I knew, but I turned the knob and darted in before I could stop myself and was inside, the closed door pressed to my behind.I had been right, thank god. There was Arthur, sitting on the bed with Michael.Both wore looks of startled amazement, their mouths hanging open at me.Both were stark naked.Each held the other erect in his fist.Arthur was the first to recover. We thought you might not be coming, he said.They looked lovely, bright and long and thick. I was used to the old, half-limp members of men like Mister Rollings, and quick shags up against a wall or table with some half-crazed dog of a man- it was rare that I had a single item of quality and here I was, confronted with two.Please dont stop on my account, I suggested.Michael was blushing though, and wasnt moving. I only - its not as it - His hand slowly dropped from Arthurs shaft as he stammered his excuses.Dear Michael, I said, advancing on him. He clearly enjoyed the sight of me- his eyes were fixed on my nipples, which were making little fair-tents of the filmy fabric of my shift. You ought not to be ashamed, I finished, as I reached him and stood straddling his bare leg with my own pale, trembling thighs.Arthur just said that you wanted to come and - and see us, Michael went on, his eyes not moving from my bust. And he said that perhaps you wouldnt come, and we ought to be prepared for - for -Arthur was smiling at me, conspiratorially. We have an arrangement, little Kitty and I, he said. And shes going to hold up her end of the bargain, isnt she?I returned his smile, a wave of anticipation coursing through me.