A Humble Stable Boy

"I'm sure I'll like them Mathew," then as an afterthought, "in fact I know I will," she whispered, her hand slipped down to his balls and gently massaged them, she was in heaven.

"What are you going to do about your husband Samantha?" he asked, there it was out. Again she stiffened against him; she had known he would want to talk about this, but not just yet. She was silent for a long time, she was thinking, Mathew remained silent too.

"I have decided that I'll go back next week for a couple of days." She said. "Now I know I'm safe with you, that you love me for what I am, not who I am. I intend to broker a deal with him. Leaving just off the bat Mathew isn't an option in my world. He needs to know I can be trusted, and he will need to believe me when I tell him, nothing of him, or our life will ever be revealed by me."

"That way," she continued, "you and I can live our lives here in complete peace, he has friends Mathew, I don't want any hang ups, or reasons for him to take action, please believe me, this way is the best." He did believe her, the history of the island had its past, and he knew that powerful people could still wreak hateful revenge even now.

They never left each other's side after that, then Lady Samantha went back, she would be gone only three nights, "Then Mathew, I will be yours forever, and please don't ever doubt it, I love you," she told him with her best goodbye kiss. Mathew returned to his granddads home, and he wheedled everything out of him. He was more than impressed, and he knew now that when he was gone, Mathew would be secure in his young life.

Aunty Edwina got him on his own too, she got it all as well, there was no way to hide anything from her, he knew that. So she knew that the good lady liked a bit of bondage, and she wasn't adverse to a little of one on one with another woman. She told Mathew that he should get Lady Samantha to agree to a show, just for him, with a woman of his selection, and of course that woman would be her, Aunty Edwina.

When Samantha came back they stopped off again at the beach, this time though Mathew pegged her in the ass in the surf, she squealed and wriggled, she hadn't expected this, but the more she wriggled, the further she sank on to him. Mathew found a little sand bank and settled on it, the waves washed up under her and helped her to get screwed by him; he just sat back with his hands holding him up.

Samantha's eyes glazed, she had given up the fight, and just given in instead. "Mathew how do you do it darling, it's never the same with you, even if it's never any different, nothing changes, yet nothing stays the same, I just don't understand it?" she murmured, she knew that didn't make sense, but it sounded right.

He had no idea what she was talking about, all he knew that he was keeping her happy, that her focus was him; he was at her centre, that's all that mattered. She told him about her husband, "He wasn't a happy chappy, in fact," she said, "he hit the roof and threatened me with all sorts of things. That was until I pointed out that I had my own money. That I owned the villa, and I could and would manage very well. And, most importantly, he would not lose face at all. So Mathew, here I am, no more going back for any reason unless it's necessary."

They left for what Mathew had now started calling 'home.' Once there, she held him to her. "I want you to bring all your things here Mathew," she told him, "I want to be with you 24/7, this is your home now, what I have, you have." He stood gaping at her, he had thought he would get to move in sometime, but not this quick, even his granddad had said that.

That night Mathew took her out to the barn, she wanted to see Blaze, she had said, but Mathew knew she wanted more than just to see her beloved horse. In there, he threw her to the floor, landing on thick straw, he jumped on her and ripped her clothes off. She screamed at him, laughing all the way, she fought him. But he took no notice, she tried to bite him, she kicked him, tried to head butt him. It was all to no avail, soon she was fastened to the stall rails, the way she had been before.

He gagged her to keep her quiet whilst he finished of her bonds, she looked like an upright starfish, but no starfish in the oceans or the world could ever look like she did. His prick was monumental as he studied her, he reached out and casually took her nipples. Her blond hair was tousled, but it seemed to enhance her beauty. Her body was moving with the heavy breathing she was doing, her ass jumped when he squeezed first one nipple, then the other.

She stared at him goggle eyed, he fingered her pussy, she shook her head wildly, a second finger poked into her ass, fingers in both holes caused her havoc. She pleaded behind the gag, Mathew just smiled at her, he knew she wouldn't last long, soon all the fight would be gone, and be replaced with utter begging. Begging to be released, not from her bonds, but from the arousal that would snare her like a wild animal caught in barbed wire.

Mathew just toyed with her, nipping here, nipping there, fingering here fingering there. Kissing her lips, biting her neck, sucking and nibbling her hot, hard, and super sensitive nipples. Telling her that she was his helpless prisoner, that her life depended on him. That only he can take you were you want to go, he told her. He went behind her, Samantha was twisting this way and that, her emotions were building up into an unstoppable volcanic eruption, she loved this, she trusted him completely, knowing he would not harm her gave her the freedom to let go, initiated by him or not.

Then he stopped, she tried to look behind her to see where he was, what he was doing, and what he was up to. She felt the rails that were between the ones that held her being removed, now there were only two rails, one at her shoulders, and one at her ankles, she found she could swing her ass backwards and forwards now.

This would be where his Aunty Edwina would get and take her, while he watched. He did want to see what went on between two women, it excited him, his Aunty was a native of the island, beautifully black, she was only about 5ft 1" but she was all woman. Samantha wouldn't have a say, but she liked that scenario.

He appeared in front of her with a chair; he sat right in front of her, and said, as he restarted the crucifixion of her pussy with his now very expert fingers. "Samantha, do you remember saying to me you would go with another woman if I asked you to?" His middle finger was right where an answer had to be given, she was ready to burst open!

"Yes Mathew, I remember that, why?"

This was taking a chance he knew, if she didn't want to, then he would have to let it go. He had planned this, but Samantha had to go with it, or it wouldn't work. "How about tonight Samantha, would that fit with you?" his finger was debilitating her mind. She was trying to nip her thighs together, remove his finger, anything.

"Yes Mathew, anything darling, whatever you say, whatever you want, I'll do it for you darling, I will." This was the cue for his Aunty to move up ready from her position behind Samantha. Without another word, he got up from the chair and went to sit against the wall in front of her, about ten feet away.

"Mathew, please don't do that darling, please come back I need you," she bleated, her desperation to cum was paramount to her now. Then two arms encircled her and took command of her nipples, Samantha's feet almost left the floor, her whole body buckled under the absolute shock, her nipples reacted the way they always did, with full agreement, and total acceptance.

She looked down and saw to her amazement, that two black hands and arms had her, she looked up at Mathew, incomprehension in her eyes. But the instant her nipples were squeezed and squashed, her whole mind and body turned to the indescribable pleasure of it.

"Arggggh, Ohhhhh, Oooooh oh Mathew wha... hmmmm!" Mathews prick was at full attention already, he was seeing Samantha as another person would, he was not being directly involved, but watching gave him a thrill not yet experienced. Samantha's eyes closed, her nipples didn't care who was doing this to her.

Edwina completely in the know knew what the Lady wanted, but she wouldn't get it until Edwina was ready to give it to her. Edwina took complete ownership of Lady Samantha, her hand dropped to her pussy and fiddled, Samantha squeaked, she was as yet unaware that this was a woman, she hadn't thought of it, she hadn't thought of anything since the fingers had closed over her.

Then Edwina's lips sucked on her neck, her soft black lips, and her sleek soft jet black hair flopped on to Samantha's shoulder. Samantha knew now it was a woman, only a woman could kiss a neck like this, only a woman's hair was like this, and only a woman smelled like this, Samantha smelled woman!

Her body was on fire, Mathew had stoked the embers, Edwina was building the heat, drawing her further and further into the flames of passion. She looked down, fingers were in her pussy, then more fingers found and invaded her ass. She was caught like a fish double hooked. Edwina had moved slightly to one side to make sure she had the right angle to attack Samantha's senses.

She knew the value of unstoppable arousal, the easy thing was just to take her and use her. But she had taught Mathew that the way to a woman's heart was through her nipples, her body, and her pussy. She was kissing her neck, Samantha was swaying on her feet, already at the point of collapse.

Edwina quickly moved in front of her captive, before Samantha could move she put a hand at the back of the blond beauties head a force kissed her, her tongue delving deep to do battle with her own. Once she knew the kiss was made, she let go of her head and moved her fingers back to her nipples. But she also gave Mathew a 'thumbs' up sign behind her back.

Now Edwina knew there would be no complaints, she would do as she was told, made to do, whatever she wanted. Mathew had told her, "treat her right and she'll comply with anything." He was more than right! Being smaller than her sex toy, she back heeled the chair and dropped to her knees, there she connected with Samantha's pussy with her mouth.

Her tongue delved in, Samantha's hips jumped forward to meet her, her knees lifted sideways, total access was offered. Samantha came without warning; her sweet nectar flooded into Edwina's waiting mouth. She pressed her thumb up and into Samantha's open ass and sank in, this brought another orgasm to the fore.

Samantha's eyes glazed with the effects of Edwina's thumb in her ass, and her mouth locked on to her pussy. It was her first proper look at the gorgeous black female who was having her way with her. She came again as she took in the glossy black silky hair, it was waving about as she moved her mouth and tongue around and in her.

She was almost delirious, it had been years since this had happened, and she was thanking Mathew with all of her heart for giving her this. She had missed being with Katarina, her young Russian lover all those years ago. Now the black beauty on her knees in front of her was bringing back all the sweet memories once more.

For one moment of idiocy, she thought to herself, "I wonder what Rupert would say if he could see me now!" It made her laugh, which got mingled with moans and groans, grunts and neck snapping cums. Mathew couldn't stand watching anymore, he moved in, and said. "Aunty Edwina, get behind her, I need to do it, and I need to do it right now!" He pulled her away and bending his knees slightly shot straight up into Samantha's hot, heated and wet through cunt.

Behind her Edwina closed ranks, fingers got a nipple, then the other, the pad of her other middle finger pressed right on Samantha's aching clit, she exploded as she bit into her neck, right on the spot! Mathews prick banged right home, and in an instant, filled her ever more becoming fertile womb to the brim, with his hot, thick and potent cum.

Edwina let go and fingered her own pussy, she needed to cum too, she sank to the floor when she did. Lady Samantha was left hanging, literally, knees sagging. Mathew righted the chair and sat down before he too fell down. They all gasped for breath, Mathew had never even known of things like this, his youthfulness had not got him that far yet. But now he knew that his Aunty would become an integral part of his life and Lady Samantha's.

When they recovered Samantha was untied an they all went arm in arm back to the house and to bed, Edwina insisted on being in the middle, Sam didn't have a problem and Mathew loved being able to play with two lots of tits and pussies while lying on one side. The following day was spent with each other in the house, Samantha and Edwina did their cooking thing, Mathew played at being the man of the house.

Two weeks later things had settled into some sort of normalcy, except that Samantha was theirs, she was the dominated one, but they loved her, and she loved them and what she was. But no one in the outside world would ever know of their new lives. When they or she went out she was The Lady Samantha Catherine Walker to all, she got the respect she deserved from all around her.

About one week after this, the front door opened and Lady Samantha's husband walked in unannounced, he hadn't called ahead, he wanted to surprise his wife and beg her to come back. Looking around he saw no one, nor heard anything, he walked around the house, everything looked the same, but everything was different somehow. He decided to go upstairs and started to hear muffled sounds, he stopped on the landing, and detected that the sounds were coming from the master bedroom.

He peeked through the crack in the door and almost fell over, there on the bed was his wife, and she was kneeling facing the foot of it. She was on top of a black woman, and she had her head buried between her thighs, and was obviously attacking it with her mouth, her hands were curled up under the woman's ass holding herself in.

The black woman below her was slapping her white rump, and saying loudly. "Get on with it you white slut, suck your mistress's beautiful black pussy!" He saw his beautiful blond wife's head gain momentum with each slap. "Yes, yes, go on slut, harder, harder, Oh God, oh God!" she cried out, it was obvious she had, and was cumming.

Lord Francis Jeremy James Walker was as stunned as he ever had been. He was into women on women; he loved it and had a secret store of DVDs in his home office. Now he had, for him a huge hard on. He watched a while longer and was about to enter the room and surprise them, and ask if he could join in, but if not, could he watch them.

He took one last look when a man appeared out of his eye line, Lord Francis stopped in his tracks, the man was black too, he moved closer to the door to get a better look. Lord Francis wasn't a brave man in a situation like this; he saw that the man wasn't much more than a boy. He watched as he stepped closer to the bed, put his hand into the Lords wife's hair and lift her head. She had never looked more beautiful, he thought, naked as the day she was born, she looked alive, vital and vibrant.

Then the Lord was even more than shocked by what took place next. The black boy pulled his wife forward and shoved his cock straight into his wife's mouth. He had been that busy taking in the sight before him he hadn't noticed that the black boy had a massive hard on. When he did he knew what he was seeing, he was seeing a cock far far bigger, and obviously far far stronger than his tiny thing. And more shocks followed, he saw his wife attack the black cock as if her life depended on it.

He reeled away and hung onto the banister rail, but he forced himself to go back and watch some more. He was just in time to the big black cock spew its contents deep into his luscious wife's mouth, and to witness her swallowing all he had to give her. The black woman behind his wife was now kneeling, she had a nipple between two or three fingers, and the fingers of her other hand were in what he now saw was, a shaved white pussy.

Lord Francis Walker stepped away; he was beaten, and defeated without a fight. He crept out of the house, and left for the UK that night. He wrote to his wife telling her of what he knew, and asked her what she wanted to do. Lady Samantha Walker told him, he would never have anything to fear from her, she would fall into line with whatever he wanted.

A year later Samantha gave birth to her first baby by Mathew, he was beautiful, a slightly blond haired brown boy. He was to have three other siblings, a brother, and two sisters. Edwina continued to look after Mathew's granddad with his blessing, but shared their bed too, none of them could ever have been any happier.