Ectasy on Fire

Nellie sat back, and as she did, she felt the head of his stiff cock brushing over her asshole. She began to weave and glide over it, bracing herself and balancing so that as she lowered her behind into his lap, her grandfather would be able to slide his cock easily up inside her.

She lowered herself slowly and felt the tip of his cock resting at the opening of her tight entrance. She pushed further down onto him and the walls of her asshole expanded to let in his hard, urgent cock. She gave one final push, as he grabbed hold of her hips, forcing her fully onto him. They both moaned with pleasure.

She felt the entire organ filling her up, and she began pumping on it like a wild woman, squealing and crying. Her huge breasts quivered, her lips parted, and her fingers worked furiously on her burning clitoris. The old man came breathlessly into her ass, his strength depleted.

Chapter Ten

Nellie's very first job, after she left home, had been that of an au pair in Paris. She'd gotten this job through an employment agency that placed British girls wanting to learn the French language with French families. These girls were expected to work their asses off, doing everything from taking care of the brats to housecleaning and shopping. In return, they got paltry wages, a small room and leftovers from the family table.

Many au pairs were also expected to fuck the stupid, often dull bourgeois husbands on their one weekday off or climb in bed with the bored wives on rainy afternoons after the brats had been taken to school or to grandmothers' house.

Nellie had lasted just long enough on her first job to pay back the agency in London for the privilege of half-starving to death in a lonely, unfriendly foreign country.

Although she had tried, she'd been unable to make friends. She did not get along with the other au pair girls, who were British, Scottish, Swedish, Norwegian, and German.

She'd found most of them to be pretty stupid and not particularly attractive. None of them had been interested in her story, and she had not been interested in theirs. Few spoke English well enough for her to understand and this had been a further barrier to any kind of decent on-going relationship with another girl.

Finally, in the International Herald Tribune, the English-language newspaper of Paris, she had seen an ad for a female house servant willing to travel. She dialed the number, was recommended for the job, and in a day or so, she was flown to Nice.

It was there that she met Mrs. Melissa Staunton. The two had gotten along beautifully right from the very beginning.

Nellie was very impressed with the chateau. After Melissa had first shown Nellie the chateau, she directed Maurice to drive them into downtown Nice. In the car, Nellie had begun to cry.

"What's the matter, dear?" Melissa asked. They were sitting in the rear of the limousine. Maurice was watching for the spot where he would drop them off. It was one of the most expensive and exclusive boutiques on the Promenade des Anglais.

"Nothing… nothing, really."

Melissa had put her hand on the girl's knee. "Is it that you're homesick, Nellie? Maybe we should go find an English place and have a drink or something. What do you say?"

Nellie couldn't believe her ears. This woman was so kind, and she was remarkably good-looking. Her face had no wrinkles, and she had twinkling eyes and a lovely lithe body.

They had drinks in the English Pub downtown. There, Nellie had time to catch her breath, hearing for the first time in a long while her own native language spoken. She saw familiar signs in English, recognized British beers and whiskey. At last, the Cockney girl began to relax, understanding that her life was changing dramatically and obviously for the better.

After an afternoon of shopping among the courteous and pleasant people of Nice, they returned to the chateau.

That first night in her own room, Nellie cried herself to sleep.

As the days passed, Nellie grew accustomed to her work, which was very light and not at all demanding. She also grew used to the strangeness between Madam Andre and the mysterious George, whom she found fascinating for reasons she couldn't put her finger on. Nellie grew happier by the day.

When Mrs. Staunton began taking Nellie on other excursions, not only shopping, but also to cafe-meetings with her friends, the English girl found herself falling madly in love with Melissa.

There were some afternoons, endless mornings, and especially evenings when Mrs. Staunton's, "Nellie, I won't be needing you today, darling," would hurt Nellie deeply. She loved to be near her mistress.

Nellie's main chore was to care for Melissa's apartment, clothing, and makeup, along with her huge collection of shoes, negligees, robes, gowns, and – especially – her lingerie.

Everything Melissa wore, including her panties, her brassieres, and naturally, her silken stockings, had to be washed by hand.