Kitty Goes Down (A Serving-girl's Diary, #2) / A Serving-girl's Diary (ePub)

Kitty is an ambitious girl who will do whatever she can to get close to the rich family who own stately Waughton Manor. In part 1 of her story, she seduced two footmen to secure a recommendation to the butler for a promotion; she's assured to rise up in the house now!

But before she can, she must see Mister Dexter for an interview. He responds to the usual sort of things--but his tastes are a little more exotic than she expects. Now Kitty has a single day to find a plaything for Mister Dexter. The young, handsome new chaplain in the parish seems like a likely candidate; but how will Kitty get him into Mr Dexter's room -- and get Mr Dexter into him?

Kitty Goes Down is the second part of the Diary of a Serving-girl series. Look for Part 1: Kitty Comes Over if you haven't already enjoyed it!

Note: This is a sexy historical tale of debauchery and desire, and is Part 2 in a series. Intended for 18+ audiences only.

Excerpt:

"You must understand, however," Mr Dexter continued, "that we do not wish to repeat the problems we had experienced with Mary-Anne. We found that although she appeared willing at the outset, she was not..." He trailed off, making a small circular gesture with his hand in the air. "Not sufficiently compliant. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Oh, yes, sir," I said. I would do anything he asked to rise up to take whatever place we were discussing.

"The position is as the lady's maid to Lady Edna," he said. "A position that requires significant discretion in and of itself. But I also demand of all my staff a certain amount of..." He stopped for a moment, to emphasize the word. "Compliance," he finished.
"Indeed, sir," I rushed to assure him, "I believe you will find me most compliant."
"So I have heard, so I have heard," he said, a small smile appearing on his lips. Oh, I realised. That sort of compliance.

"I understand that you secured the positive reference from both your agent Mr Rollings, as well as Michael, in much the same way. So I am willing to give you a try."
He leaned back a little further in his chair, and his legs spread a little. The bulge in his trousers was noticeable, and impressive. "Indeed, sir," I said quickly. "I believe this arrangement will benefit us both."

He nodded, clearly awaiting my next movements; I rushed to the other side of his desk, and stood before him. "I would be remiss if I did not offer suitable thanks for your confidence in my skills," I said in the quiet voice that always seemed to come from me in moments like this.

"Your skills I have not yet had opportunity to measure," he answered. "Yet if you could demonstrate both your compliance and your discretion..."

I did not wait for another word, simply dropped to my knees between his thighs, and reached for the flies on his trousers. He shifted a little to help, and soon the buttons were undone and I could reach inside.

His cock was large and fat, already quite engorged even before I touched it. "How marvellous," I breathed. Men seemed to enjoy hearing me compliment their cocks; in this case I did not need to pretend. It was impressive in every dimension.

He shuffled and pushed his trousers and pants down to his thighs, letting his majestic prick free. I ran my hand gently up and down the length of it, touched the very tip where a glistening droplet had appeared. "Mmmmm," I sighed, concentrating on the lovely shaft in front of me.

He sighed as well, and I raised myself to the top of the round head and took it in yy mouth, warm and smooth and awaiting my touch.