GOOD BREEDING Read Free

her tongue against the sensitive spot at the base of the helm to encourage the last few drops from him. He jerked and groaned as the last traces of orgasm trembled through him. Phyllis took her time over cleaning him and gave every i ndication of reluctance to have him leave her mouth . She knew that was the surest way to guarantee that the man would want to return and with landfall imminent she was well aware that there would be more female competition around than Mrs Bestwood from now on .
    Holding onto the side of the narrow cot that Mr and Mrs Bestwood had shared for the length of the voyage, Phyllis pulled herself to her feet, brushed herself down and used her mistress’s small looking glass to pat her hair back into some semblance of good order and to ensure there were no traces of t he master’s sperm on her chin. S he could do nothing about the inevitable flush of excitement on her cheeks however, but as she had sucked M r Bestwood’s cock nearly every day of the voyage, she doubted that Mrs Bestwood would notice anything unusual . Beside her in the cramped space, Adam Bestwood buttoned himself up and likewise tidied himself, she bobbed him an ironic little curtsy and let herself out of the cabin. He waited a few minutes before following.
     
    Up on the poop deck Phyllis found her mistress exactly where she had thought she would. Over by the starboard rail the captain was pointing out features of the shore that had hove into sight late the previous evening and now the whole ship was alive with the expectancy of making port by early evening.
    Mrs Bestwood was a rare beauty and Phyllis could quite understand the captain paying her every attention that propriety would allow. Those attentions that propriety wouldn’t allow he paid to Phyllis.
    As she approached the pair Mrs Bestwood laughed at something the captain had said and half turned towards Phyllis . As always the maid took pleasure in studying her mistress. She was uncommonly tall but not so much that she overtopped men. She had black hair that was always as shiny as a raven’s wing tied neatly at her nape, her face was wide at the brow above large dark eyes in which a man might dro wn – and Phyllis had seen a lot do so without Clara Bestwood even having been aware of them – her lips were well shaped and her mouth was generously wide above a pretty little chin and a graceful neck. Her shoulders were wide and her chest supported breasts that rode high and proud beneath her blouse, promising deep cushions of softness to the man lucky enough to bed her. Her hips flared gracefully out from her corseted waist and her long legs gave her skirts a swing as she walked that set Phyllis’s pulse racing , let alone any male onlookers .
    But Mr Bestwood’s problem lay in the fact that despite her sensual good looks and figure, Clara Bestwood had had a very sheltered upbringing and Phyllis knew from her employer that her skill between the sheets was as lacking as her looks were promising.
    “One may as well lie with a side of pork next to one in bed and expect it to give carnal satisfaction,” he had confided in Phyllis one night in London before they had set sail and when Clara had gone to Surrey to bid farewell to her mother. He had made up for lost time on Phyllis that night and she had burned and stung between her legs t he next day. Something that no man had been able to achieve for a very long time.
    “Things are different on the plantations,” he had confided further during a break in their frantic lovemaking. “I want you to urge her gently towards the end we have discussed. Lose no opportunity to try and unlock the feelings I am certain she harbours beneath those magnificent breasts of hers. ”
    Phyllis had looked down, pouting, at her own not inconsiderable assets and Mr Bestwood had immediately been contrite and attentive, bringing the pink nipples smartly to attention.
    “Tell me again what my reward will be for delivering such a prize ,” she had