The Maids Adventures chapter 5 part 3

The Maids Adventures chapter 5 part 3

Eventually she made her way down to his manhood, already half-hard from her ministrations, and she began to clean him with her mouth. The musky, sexy taste of their combined juices was much more palatable than the night before when she'd done this at Samuel's insistence. Bridget licked her way up from the soft sack below his manhood up to the soft, velvety tip of his blunt mushroom shaped cock, enjoying the way he grew against her stroking tongue and inside of her mouth.

His fingers stroked back of her hair, holding it at the nape of her neck, and she received the impression that he was watching her as she attended to him. Watching her movements at least, at this angle he would be able to see her silhouetted by the glowing campfire. She turned her head slightly so that he could be able to watch her head bobbing up and down on his long shaft, watch the slide of his cock between her lips.

With a low groan, Garrett pulled tighter on her hair and moved her head away from his cock, pulling her up towards him it’s time to go for a ride little maid.

A ride, she asked, looking somewhat confused with a smile.

Even in the darkness, although she couldn't see his expression at all, Bridget felt sure that he was grinning. Releasing her hair he grasped her by the hips and lifted her on top of him, one leg on either side of his hips and she gasped as she realized that she was now spread and hovering over his erect cock. One hand slid up to cup her breast as the other went between their bodies, and she felt the head of his cock sliding between her feminine folds, rubbing over sensitive flesh. She moaned as he lined himself up and then put his hand on her thigh, pushing her down on top of him as he pinched her nipple with his other hand. The sensation of sinking onto him was incredible. From this angle he felt even larger than before, filling her up to the brim, and her weight pressed all her most sensitive parts flush against him.

Putting both of his hands on her hips he began to move her up and down, showing her what to do.

Just like on the horse today Bridget, ride me. The hoarseness of his voice as he spoke indicated his enjoyment of this new position and Bridget obliged him. She began to move up and down, her hips rocking back and forth, the same movements that she'd made while straddling the horse.
No wonder ladies didn't normally ride this way even before she known this was possible it had seemed unseemly now it was downright obscene. Would she ever be able to ride a horse astride again without thinking of Garrett between her thighs, his cock pumping upwards into her body as she writhed and rode him? "That's it little maid."

As his hands slid up her curves to cup her breasts, squeezing them with obvious enjoyment, Bridget leaned forward a little so that she could rest her hands on his chest, giving her better leverage to lift herself up and down on top of him. His cock was splitting her open in the most wonderful way and she was finally able to control their movements, using him for her own pleasure. Rocking on top of him, Bridget moaned and sighed as she bounced up and down, not too fast but not too slow, with a steady rhythm that was sensually pleasing. Excitement trickled through her as she took her time with him, enjoying the way he gasped and groaned beneath her.

With her nails she played with the hair on his chest, massaging his muscles underneath and stroking over the tiny nubbins of his nipples. Garrett let her play with him, responding by imitating her strokes and pinches on her breasts until they were tugging at each other's nipples, his body surging upwards as she ground down on top of him.

Garrett she said, moaning as he pinched and tugged her downwards, the pearl of her womanhood trapped between their bodies and throbbing against their flesh.

"Yes Bridget..." His body pumped upwards as she gasped, the swirling pleasure slicing through her and curling her toes as her muscles tensed and released. "Cum for me... cum for me little maid..."

Garrett her voice became almost a wail as his hands slid back down to her hips, pulling her hard against him as he began to pound at her from beneath, taking back control and moving her on top of him like she weighed nothing at all. Her insides throbbed and she shuddered in ecstasy as molten heat poured forth into her channel, leaning forward until her breasts were pressed against his chest, her face buried in his shoulder as she came hard for him. Ecstasy rolled through her, pressing her down against him as he rubbed and thrust.

Suddenly he turned her and she was on her back again, her legs wrapped around him as he pounded into her, hard and fast. She shrieked as the assault on her cunt sent her into throes of rapture, her nails scoring down his back as the pleasure became overwhelming and she screamed his name. Writhing beneath him, her body undulated and twisted, trying to get away from the overload of stimulation as he rocked against her, rubbing his groin over her most sensitive bit until she was sure that she couldn't take any more.

His arms tightened around her, his knees sliding under her thighs and tilting her body up and into him. His last thrust was deep, impaling her on his spear as it expanded inside of her. Trapped in a cage of limbs, Bridget sobbed the last of her climax as he pumped her full of cream, her inner walls tight and shuddering around him. Garrett let out a long sigh as he pressed down on her, keeping his satisfied cock buried inside of Bridget's warmth as he held her tightly. Slowly they broke apart, moving an arm and then a leg, until Garrett was on his side and Bridget was curled up against him, one leg between his thighs, head resting on his bicep and her face pressed against his chest. It was a remarkably intimate arrangement and she felt inexplicably safe cradled in his arms like that.

Murmuring softly, Garrett stroked the back of her head. She wanted to hear what he was saying, but she was so tired that she slipped into sleep without understanding a single word.


For once Eleanor had a reason to be grateful to that slut of a maid, not that she'd be thanking her. Her screams of passion were so loud that they woke Eleanor up out of a very sound sleep, one which she might not have woken up from in time on her own. Although she'd worked hard to wear Patrick out, she'd worn herself out as well, even more than she'd realized at first. Patrick stumbled back into the tent and Eleanor held herself still, feigning sleep. It was easy to see that he'd been drinking; on top of his exhaustion from traveling and then riding her hard, he should sleep very well tonight. It was a struggle to keep a smile from curving her lips, but she managed.

This was the best time she was going to get to escape. Before taking her into the tent Patrick had a quick word with his men, telling Blaine and Samuel that they'd be scouting the noble's house tomorrow. That meant it must be close. If she was going to get there before them and garner the noble's protection, then she had to leave tonight.

The only thing she regretted was not being able to bed Garrett to win him to her side before she escaped. She was quite sure that he was the biggest threat when it came to hunting her down. But even that had worked in her favor, seeing as that randy whore that used to be her maid had probably worn him out with her base needs.

As Patrick came to bed down, Eleanor wiped the sneer from her face. She was fairly certain that he wasn't paying any attention to her anyway, but she knew she was too smart to be caught over something so silly. He lay down in the blankets, facing away from her, and it didn't take more than a few minutes before he started snoring. But she stayed put, listening for Blaine and Samuel. The fire had been put out when Patrick had come in the tent so they must be on their way to their beds as well. Would they fall asleep as quickly?

Eleanor forced herself to stay awake and not move, waiting. Everything was quiet for a long time before she began moving out of the blankets, already clothed. She'd put them back on after Patrick had gone out to get his dinner. Speaking of which, her stomach rumbled. Very quietly she moved out of the tent, heading to the camp fire. Originally she'd planned to leave straight away, but this was better. Now if one of the men heard her she could say that she'd woken from hunger; she'd still have a chance to escape although it would be later in the night than she wanted.

But no one came out of the tents as she quickly ate down the plate of food that had been set to the side, obviously for her. Not that anyone had brought it to her. Thank goodness she was getting out of here tonight. The men could have her whorish maid and she could return to civilization with proper servants.

Belly full, Eleanor turned in the direction that Patrick had indicated to Blaine earlier and set off into the night, already shedding her thoughts of the motley crew behind her and lamenting the lack of a servant to saddle a horse. But surely whatever nobleman that was soon to be her host would pamper her accordingly once she had arrived and shared her sad tale.