Title: A Maid's Ecstasy
Categories: Original
Characters: Harriet (OFC), Queen Ingrid (OFC), Melody (OFC)
Tags: Lesbian, Threesome, Older Women, Queen, Maid, Sexually Frustrated, Hair Pulling, Crushing, Oral
Beta: SimplylovinIt
Alternate Titles: The Queen and Two Maids, Ingrid's Bed Chambers
Started: 13/07/2024
Finished: 13/07/2024
Published: 12/09/2024
Melody had always felt a peculiar bond with Harriet, the queen's closest friend and personal maid. They had known each other since she was a scared, lost orphaned girl of sixteen years, plucked from the cold, hard streets by the warm, enigmatic Ingrid. Now, at twenty-three, Melody had blossomed into a young woman under the queen's care, her mousy brown hair framing a face adorned with a small smattering of freckles that gave her face a look of innocence yet held a hint of mischief. Her slender body had filled out nicely, with small, perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity and a round, inviting ass that often earned her secret glances from the palace staff.
One evening, as Melody bustled through the royal corridors, Harriet's light blue gaze fell upon her. She noticed the shadows beneath Melody's blue eyes and the subtle yet rigid tension in her shoulders. Concern blossomed in her heart, and Harriet approached her fellow maid, placing a gentle hand on her arm.
"Are you okay, my dear? What's wrong?" she asked her voice as rich and soothing as a velvet curtain.
Melody sighed heavily, the familiar touch diffusing her. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and she broke off to look at her long-time friend, a weak smile on her youthful face.
"It's nothing, Harriet," she said softly. "I've just ... I can't seem to ... find relief lately," she was too drained to beat around the bush at this point.
The hint of desperate need in Melody's voice did not escape Harriet's keen ears. She leaned in closer, her olive skin contrasting with her platinum blonde hair, giving her an almost exotic beauty.
"It sounds like you're sexually frustrated, darling," she said knowingly. "Let us help you with that."
"Wha?" Melody asked, her eyebrows creasing in confused surprise.
"Ingrid and I," she said simply.
Melody hardly had the chance to register the words before Harriet took her hand and led her down the extravagant corridors towards the queen's royal chambers.
An ornate, dark oak door led the way into an extravagant velvet-draped chamber.
The beautiful queen was lounging in a plush chaise lounge chair. As she heard them enter, she looked up from her book, and her calm features lifted into a sly, knowing smile. Her strawberry blonde locks spilt over the velvet cushions, reaching down to frame her voluptuous breasts, which threatened to escape the sultry corset she wore.
Melody's eyes widened at the sight of her. Ingrid had always been a nurturing presence in her life, but she had never seen her look so ... hungry.
Queen Ingrid's eyes, the colour of a stormy sea, were locked onto Melody's with a hunger that made the young maid's knees wobble. Melody had always seen Ingrid as a figure of authority, a second mother to her after the queen had taken her in. But tonight, she saw something else entirely.
The elegant, normally respectable queen's attire was anything but regal or respectable; she wore a scandalously pink, low-cut white frilled chemise that barely contained her luscious breasts, and her slender legs were bare and inviting. The sight of her was enough to make Melody's heart race, her lips dry, and her pussy throb with anticipation.
"Ah, Melody," Ingrid purred, setting her book aside. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Melody felt a thrill of confusion and excitement run through her.
"Waiting for what, Your Highness?"
Ingrid's smile grew predatory.
"It's my
turn to show you how valued you are. Have some fun with you, my dear. I've shown my appreciation to the rest of the staff here, but I've had my eye on you for quite some time."
Melody's heart raced. She had always considered Ingrid more of a motherly figure, but the raw desire in the queen's eyes was undeniable. She swallowed hard, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
"But, I've never ... been with a woman before."
"All the better," Ingrid said softly, rising to her feet. "Don't worry; we'll be gentle and show you just how wonderful it can be."
The queen stepped closer, her watermelon-sized breasts gently bouncing with each step, hardly supported by the skimpy negligee. Melody felt warmth spread throughout her body, a feeling she hadn't experienced in the seven years she had known the queen. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, and her body rapidly warming under the older woman's attention.
Harriet stepped aside, allowing the queen to take the lead.
Ingrid reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Melody's jaw up into her hair before curling her fingers and capturing Melody's locks in her royal grip. Melody cried out as, with a sudden tug, Inrid pulled the shorter woman's face up, forcing her to lift onto her tiptoes, and captured her lips in a passionate, forceful kiss, pushing her tongue inside. Shockwaves of pleasure shot through the younger woman's body as she let out a muffled sound between a gasp and a moan into the sudden kiss.
Melody's eyes fluttered shut as she submitted to Ingrid's tongue, letting it explore her mouth and dance with her tongue; she would never forget the sweet taste of the queen's tongue. Even with her head tilted upwards and held in place by the older woman, Melody felt her legs quivering and threatening to give and buckle beneath her. She felt so warm, so weak, so hot, as the queen claimed her with the best kiss she had ever had.
When the kiss finally broke, Melody nearly collapsed, only holding up with the queen's domineering grip. Ingrid stepped back and released her hold on the younger woman, smiling in bemusement when Melody stumbled in place. With deliberately slow movements, Ingrid began to undress the blushing maid, her practised, dexterous fingers dancing over the fabric and unfastening the clasps.
Harriet watched with a knowing smile, her plump body shivering with anticipation. She had seen this look in Ingrid's eyes before, and she knew that the night was about to become a lesson in pleasure for the inexperienced maid; even just watching had her pussy drooling and toes curling in anticipation. She could only fantasise about what Melody was feeling at that moment; this was her first time in what would hopefully be many, many more.
As Melody's clothes fell away, Ingrid's gaze raked over her naked body, lingering on the small, pert breasts, tiny pointed nipples, the subtle curve of her waist, and the well-groomed patch of mousy hair between her creamy thighs.
"You're so beautiful," she said softly, her voice dripping with lust.
Melody shivered under the queen's gaze, excitement with a hint of trepidation rushing through her body. She had heard whispers of the queen's appetites but had never thought she would be the one to satisfy them. The queen was so beautiful, confident, and powerful, while she was common, shy, mousy and yet … she started to tremble anew.
Ingrid's fingers curled around Melody's dainty wrists, and she supported the short maid in turning so that her back was facing the four-poster queen-sized bed. The queen's smooth hands moved to rest atop Melody's naked shoulders, a sense of vulnerability ensnaring the trembling maid.
"Lie down," Ingrid ordered, her voice taking on an authoritative tone Melody knew well but remained laced with the sultry need that made her legs weak. Melody complied, her heart hammering in her chest as she settled onto the velvet-covered be, the queen's hands lightly pushing down on her shoulders as though she ever intended to disobey the domineering queen.
Ingrid climbed atop the bed, straddling Melody's hips. She leaned down, her hot breath caressing the shell of Melody's ear.
"You're going to scream for us, my sweet little Melody."
Ingrid's kissed a trail down from Melody's ear, down her neck - eliciting a startled gasp from the prone made - down between her perky breasts, down her flat tummy, bestowing her tiny belly button with a sneaky, chaste kiss before she found Melody's enflamed pussy.
The queen's tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive flesh. With skilful ease, her tongue found the moist bean hiding in Melody's intimate wrinkles. She lifted the lid with the tip of her tongue and started to flick the bean. Melody's eyes rolled back in her head as the queen's skilled mouth worked its magic, her moist tongue slapping and rotating her clit.
Harriet, not to be left out, climbed onto the bed as well, her own plump body a stark contrast to Ingrid's more slender frame; she straddled Melody's petite stomach, making it vanish beneath her curvy, cushy ass. Melody gasped as she felt the sudden weight, it felt so good, and her toes curled as Ingrid sucked her clit into her mouth.
The plump woman leaned forward, her weight bearing down on the smaller woman and captured Melody's petite breasts in her hands.
The shorter girl squealed as her breasts vanished inside the grip of Harriet's hands, the only evidence of them remaining being the light pink boob flesh forced between Harriet's fingers. Tilting her head up, her eyes staying closed, Melody began to moan and whine as Harriet roughly molested her boobs.
It was a good thing that Ingrid had given little Celine the tablets the royal physician had given her to treat her nightmares, ensuring that there would be no interruptions from the curious little girl - and ensuring she wouldn't overhear anything inappropriate for a girl of her young age.
Ingrid pushed her tongue inside Melody's carnal cavern, causing the squashed girl's short legs to start to bounce and shake as pleasure overrode her bodily control.
Harriet roughly massaged the petite breasts, trying to push them together despite them being too small to reach, enjoying Melody's mewling moans of pleasure - and how the small girl's body trembled under her ass, she would definitely be sitting on her colleague again and soon if she had anything to say about it. Altering her grip, Harriet captured Melody's nipples and began to roll them between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting them as the small maid cried out in ecstasy, her voice rising in pitch with every twist. It was like her petite colleague was her personal toy.
Melody's jolted as more powerful shockwaves of pleasure crashed through her body, making her hips buck against Ingrid's mouth, smacking the queen's face with her pussy and grinding her pussy juices into the older, refined woman's face.
The sensations grew more intense as Ingrid's tongue was forced to delve deeper, made to explore every fold and crevice with each buck of Melody's hips. She'd never felt anything like this; she could feel herself drawing closer to the edge. She'd never made herself feel anything like this, nor had any of her lovers. Her mewling moans grew louder and higher, her body tensing as the first waves of orgasm began to break.
With a final, harsh squeeze and a twist of Melody's nipples, the damn broke, and cum gushed out of Melody's pussy and splashed over the queen's waiting face.
Ingrid's cheeks bulged with her maid's nectar, her sweet, salty tang filling the queen's mouth until she was forced to swallow. A mixture of arousal and humiliation made Ingrid's stomach flutter and her carnal lips pucker.
Ingrid pulled away and set about her new task, dragging her tongue over Melody's pussy and inner thigh, licking up every drop of cum that glistened on the maid's creamy thighs, earning pleasurable gasps from the shorter woman, still trapped under Harriet's delicious ass.
Melody opened her eyes and craned her head to look up at Harriet's plush naked form, still squashing her into the extravagant, soft velvet sheets. She'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she wanted more. She was beyond aroused, and something about knowing the warm tickling licks between her thighs was the queen herself. It drove her to higher erotic heights; she almost wished she could see her doing it, but something about being under Harriet just felt right.
Her eyes widened when she felt Harriet's soft finger trace over her soft lips.
"Feel better?" Harriet asked.
Melody could only moan and nod, completely spent.
Ingrid's tongue stopped licking her probably still drooling pussy, and Melody let out an adorable mewl of disappointment.
Soon after, Harriet shifted, and her weight vanished from the petite maid - her body lightly lifting as the bed springs pushed back up. Melody abruptly felt cold and missed Harriet's ass.
The sensual queen suddenly appeared next to Melody, holding a bright teal negligee with a dark blue lace trim, and it looked surprisingly close to her size. There was no way it would the queen; her huge breasts would tear straight through the rich fabric.
"You can wear this tonight; I had Selena make it for you," Ingrid said.
Melody's eyes widened as shock again surged through her body. Ingrid had, had the royal seamstress make this for her. She'd never expected something like this.
"Th-Thank you, Your Highness," Melody stammered, and the queen smiled.
"Honey, I just ate your pussy, and you just came all over my face. You can call me Ingrid, at least when we're alone," Ingrid smirked as Melody's cheeks turned bright red as she abruptly remembered just what she had done to the queen. Her mind ground to such a halt that she didn't even process the fact that Selena had gotten her measurements without her realising.
Ingrid let the extravagant negligee fall atop Melody's chest, hiding her small - now bright pink - breasts.
"Put it on. You're going to sleep in here tonight," she said, her voice a gentle command. Melody opened her mouth only to close it again. If she was honest, she didn't want to leave the queen's bed after such a magical experience.
"Can Harriet stay, too?" Melody asked after she pulled the nightwear over her head. It fit her perfectly and felt lovely against her skin.
Harriet snorted.
"Of course, she can," Ingrid said as she peeled back the duvet and gestured for the maids to climb into her bed. Melody could still see the drying cum on the queen's cheeks glistening in the dim light, making her wet all over again, and she got the feeling she was in for a long night when the taller women found out she could go again.
The three of them climbed under the covers; the night had grown late, and the candles burned low.
Melody felt so cosy, so safe, she couldn't help herself and snuggled into the queen's amble bosom - soon feeling Harriet's breasts pushing into her back.
Ingrid smiled as she felt something wet press into her thigh. Oh, Melody had so been worth the wait. She couldn't wait to invite Selena into their bed and explore just how long Melody could go before she was thoroughly exhausted.