ANGELICA AND HER BUTLER
Anonymous

Now that it was 1865, Angelica and Philleas had been married for about a year. In the beginning it was glorious, she found him to be the perfect gentleman, but now that time had pasted, she began to see the real side of her husband. He would spend most evenings at the country club outside of London to drink and gamble all night.

It had been quite a long time since she had spent a full night with him. She inquired him if she could possibly come to the club with him, but he would just laugh at her and say that it would be no place for a lady,and she should not ask such absurd things again. When Philleas would leave for the night, Angelica had found for the past month or so, that her and Philleas' French valet Michél would keep her company most nights.

He would bring her tea at around eight in the evening, and she would ask him to join her in conversation. One night when Michél brought Angelica her eight o' clock tea, he noticed her to be rather upset.

Mistress are you alright? He asked in his thick French accent.

Oh Michél, I have come to the realization that I am falling out of love with Philleas. I am so weary of his lies.

I am sure Master does not lie to you my lady.

I have found out by his cousin, that the club is closed at ten o' clock, and he has been seen about the town with another woman, a peasant whore. Angelica began to shed tears.

Michél, hearing this, sat next to his Mistress on the sofa and took out his handkerchief and dried Angelica's bright green eyes.

Mistress please do not cry, I am sure Master loves you. How can he not? Michél soothed.

You are sweet with your words Michél, she smiled. It is hard to believe that you never married.

Thank you Mistress. Michél handed Angelica her tea off the silver serving tray and sat next to her again. Michél was silent by her presence, she was a very beautiful woman. She had glossy blond curly hair that was upswept, and exposed the elegant curve of her neck. Michél hungered to embrace her, to kiss her full pink lips, to feel her warm flesh against him, to...his forbidden thoughts were cut off by Angelica's voice.

Michél, I have something to confess. I hope you would not take my words to be offensive to you, and please forgive me if they are.

You could never be so brash my mistress, he said.

I have to tell you that the last few months, in Philleas' absence, that I have had feelings for another. I want to say that, the other man is you Michél. She made her confession and bowed her head blushing, not wanting to meet Michél's dark brown eyes. Michél smiled, and raised her face up delicately by her chin.

I am not offended Mistress, I am very flattered you think of me in that way, but why me? I am just a servant and not a gentleman of high standing what so ever.

I do not know why I feel this way for you but I do. I think you are very beautiful Michél. She then did a bold thing and leaned into him and embraced his lips with her own. Michél sighed under her lips and felt his whole body sigh. Angelica had never been kissed so eroticly before. Then again Michél was French, and no one could kiss like a Frenchman.

His arms made a total eclipse of his mistress's tiny waist as her hands rose to play in his dark brown hair. She suckled on his full sensual bottom lip for a moment and then threw her head back as if an invitation for him to make his way lower to her neck. As he did this she unleashed her long blond curls to fall down to brush just a bit above her buttocks.

Michél then made his lips trail to the tops of her full breasts that swelled over the plunge of her neckline. As she made little sighs and moans that were like kisses to his ears, he reached up behind her and begain to loosen her dress from the back so that he could lift her breasts over the top of her black velvet dress. He managed to do this and he began to suckle gently on her tiny pink nipples, until they hardend like if they were chissled from stone.

Michél, I am so hungry for you. My flesh craves you my love. Angelica whispered sighingly.

My mistress, I have wanted you so bad for so long also, it is a sin that Master Philleas treats you so badly. May I be permitted to go farther with you my lady? he asked.

Yes, tonight I am here to serve you Michél, she said with a look of wild mischief in her emerald eyes. Michél then layed her down on the sofa and eased up her heavy velvet dress, and pulled her panties off. His pulse begain to quicken as the candle light threw a rose coloured hue over her sex.

He rose over her and deeply kissed her and whispered in his exotic French accent, now husky with passion, j'ai envie de faire l'amore avec tu...I want to make love to you. He kissed her lips once more, and then kneeled down between her legs and began to devour her sex. Angelica felt her whole body moan. Philleas had never eaten her out before, she didn't dare ask him to, although when she was in the bed alone she would wet her fingers and stroke her clit and imagine it to be Michél's tongue.

Michél was now between her legs, kissing her most intimate parts and she grinded her sex against his face, loving the feel of his neatly trimmed goatee tickling her wet sex as he begain to suckle her clit deliciously between his sensual lips. As she was about to reach orgasm, he would ease off her and kissed her inner thighs until he sensed that she had calmed down, then he would proceed to eat her out again, exploring her warm pink pussy with his tongue, plunging it deeper and deeper inside her each time, drinking her sweet juices that trickled out of her like a stream.

Then he finally softly and quickly flickered his tongue on her clit and then sucked it between his lips one last time. Angelica felt something inside her let go and she came in a rush, her juices gushing out of her, Michél drinking her all in.

As she lay there spent, Michél turned her over on her stomach and began to undo her dress, and slid it off her. Then came her corset until her breasts fell free. When she was totaly nude, Michél told her to rise on all fours and he pulled out his large, thick cock and gently drove it inside Angelica's tight warm wet pussy. He moved in and out of her wet sex slow, making her feel his thickness, his hard length.

Tu es tres belle Madam. How do I feel? He said to her breathless.

Oh Michél I want you to thrust me harder, you are a better lover than Philleas ever could be, she said with her voice raspy with hunger. Michél continued for a bit by slowly pumping his cock inside her, teasing her g-spot. He then began to do it faster until he was violently pounding her tight delicate sex.

He reached around and fingered her clit. This made Angelica thrash her hips in time with his thrusts, making her scream out his name, telling him that she has never felt like the way he is making her feel. Then Michél came hard, shooting out his cum inside her tiny pussy.

As they lay spent and sweaty, Michél gently sucking on her full round breasts, she vowed to him that she will be a servant to his passions.