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Introduction:

continued series about a girl having lots of fun with the hired help!
It was quiet. Chloe laid curled up under her sheets and comforter and thought about the day; she had spent most of it with Cody.

She was never sure about Cody and Billy. Since Cody had been so aggressive with her during the last time he had sex with her- calling her a slut and hurting her- she was never sure of anything. What was, wasn't. People seemed to wear masks . . .

Which reminded her of the ball they had to attend the next day.

"Great," She groaned, "More snobby rich people to go kiss up to."

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People laughed all around. There were faces dancing that were lions, elephants, masses of glitter, and even a jester. Chloe stood in her red dress watching the others dance.

She wore a red ball gown that was a classic. It had a tight corseted bodice, but when it reached her hips it exploded into a huge floor length skirt. Her long, curly black hair had pearls weaved in to match the strand of pearls at her throat and the pearls on her wrists and gloves.

Her mask was pure white with long black eyelashes painted on dramatically and with painted red lips. It's expression was non existent, so no one who saw her could know what she was feeling.

Her breasts showed slightly over the tops of the gown, and her already impossibly small waist was made smaller by the corset her parents had forced her to wear. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath she took, and she batted her fan slightly to try and breath.

"Your daughter is absolutely stunning!" A young man exclaimed as he ogled Chloe from across the room, "I must meet her, Mrs. Leto."

The young man was young Mr. Palfrey, the son of the man who had invited them all there to celebrate a Leto-bred horse that he owned winning a major race.

"Chloe!" Her mother waved to her,and Chloe crossed the room obediently, "Chloe, I want you to meet young Mr. Palfrey."

"It's very nice to meet you," She curtsied and bowed her graceful neck, eyeing him through her mask.

"The pleasure is all mine," He said with a devilish grin through his mask.

"Okay," Lucy clasped her hands and turned to look at the two of them, "i'm going to let you two get to know each other. Mr. Turner!"

She scurried away to her next conversation, and Chloe stared tentatively at the man before her. The band began to play a new song, and he extended his hand, asking, "Would you like to dance?"

One quick glance at Lucy, and she knew she had no choice. She placed one small gloved hand on the base of his neck and another on his hand. He put his hand firmly on her little waist and they began to dance.

"So," He asked with slight boredom, "How do you like living on a ranch?"

"I love it," She replied tactfully, "It's a great way to learn the value of hard work while getting to meet many new people."

"You don't work on the ranch, do you?" He asked with a laugh.

"Yes," She replied with barely hidden annoyance, "I do work on the ranch. I love the horses and the cowboys."

"Love the cowboys?" He asked, "Well, I guess that's okay, depending on how much love they show back-"

She tore away from him and left the room, utterly disgusted by him. He pursued her angrily.

"How dare you leave me in the middle of a dance?" He demanded as he shed his mask.

She removed hers as well and cried, "How dare you question my virtue as well as the honesty and virtue of the men who work for us?"

"It was a simple joke-"

"No it was not!" She corrected, "If it was a joke it would be intended to make one laugh, but this was meant only to hurt and you know it!"

He grinded his teeth and eyed her; she would be perfect if it wasn't for that fiery tongue!

"Well, then," He said in mock sweetness, "I'll take my leave, Ms. Leto-"

"No!" She said in a frightened voice as she thought of her mother.

They were just outside the party and were out of view. The noise from the band and the crowd called to them, but she could not bring herself to go back in.

"Why should I stay?" He asked with a smirk as he came closer to her.

"Because," Her eyes met his with a pleading look, "Because my mom wants me to talk to you, and I'll get in trouble if she knows I was rude."

She looked down at the mask in her hands, and when she looked up he was nearly pressed against her. She stumbled backwards until she was pressed against the wall, and he continued to come nearer.

"What's it worth to you that I stay? What would you do to make me stay?" He taunted.

"I-I-I-" She stammered as she thought frantically for something. If he left and didn't like her, her mother would kill her! She didn't have much time to think.

"I have an idea," He said in a self assured voice as he spun her around, his hands roaming her small waist, his chest pressed to her back, "How bout you let me give you a tour of the house?"

She could hardly speak, but she managed to squeak, "Yes," through her red lips.

He took her by the hand and led her back into the ballroom. He detached himself from her and told his dad that he was showing her the rest of the house and the stables. He nodded his consent, and he returned to her.

He took her hand once more and led her up the stairs. Her heart raced and her quick breathing was growing quicker from the constriction of the corset. She thought she might faint! But, he could not wait any longer.

He smashed her into one of the marble walls, pressing her firmly against the cold stone. She tried to break away from the kiss, but he bit her lips softly, forcing her to open her mouth to his probing tongue. He was too strong for her to escape from.

"God," He moaned as he kissed her neck, "You're so fucking beautiful!"

She closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was Cody, or even Billy! But as she grew more willing, she wove her fingers into his curly chestnut hair and didn't even care!

He guided her away from the wall and towards a room. He kicked open the door with his foot, and before she knew it, he pushed her down into the sheets of a large bed.

She didn't care if it was wrong, she didn't care if it was slutty, she didn't even care if it was cheating! All she knew was that she wanted him.

She stood up off the bed, and he was more than ready to throw her back onto it. She cried hastily, "I'm not leaving! I just can't have sex with you in this dress, and you can't do it in a tux."

She undid the fastens on the back of her dress and stepped out of it as fast as she could. She tore off the heels, and stood there in white stockings, a white corset, pearls, and gloves. It didn't matter that he was rock hard already, he got harder.

She took two steps towards him, jumped into his arms, and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. He slammed her onto the bed and entered her immediately, drawing a squeal and moan from her. He pounded into her, willing to give her everything he had to give.

"Holy shit," He groaned as he pulled all the way out then rammed himself back in, "You're so fucking tight!"

She moaned as he pussy was stretched to the max. His monster cock was massaging every single nerve in her, and she couldn't get enough of it.

He slammed in and out of her, picking up a rabbit's fucking pace. She squealed with each thrust. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his face. He had sage green eyes, curly chestnut hair, and a few freckles here and there. She pressed her lips into his in a passionate kiss, and she whimpered as he massaged her breast, hardening it under his touch.

She ran her hands down his flat, muscular chest in amazement. He was so handsome!

"I'm gonna cum," He said huskily in her ear, "Will you get pregnant?"

"I'm on the pill," She squeaked.

It was as if the reassurance of the pill set him off. He shot his entire load into her and collapsed on top of her on the bed.

When they awoke, Chloe cleaned herself off, fixed her hair, and put her dress back on. Young Mr. Palfrey- Luke- put his tux back on, and Chloe fixed his bow tie for him meticulously.

He gazed down at her as she did so, standing on her tip toes to reach it. He couldn't help but pull her against him, giving her one last, long, sweet kiss.

They went back down the stairs, and he placed his hand on the small of her back. They both put their masks back on, and when they came to the ball room, they went their separate ways.

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Chloe brushed her hair in front of her vanity, the fire lighting the room. She rubbed the aching place between her legs, and she groaned as she climbed into bed, her pussy hurting like hell the entire way.

She thought of him as she lay there; his gorgeous hair, square jaw, sage green eyes, his chest and abs . . .

She remembered the way that he had mocked her because she worked and liked the horses. It bothered her that he would scorn something she was so passionate about, but since he was nearly perfect in every other way, she could let it be.

She shut her eyes and thought about the lullaby her mother used to sing her when she was a little girl, and soon her eyes closed and she drifted into a deep sleep. She began to dream, when she suddenly woke screaming.

A man was above her, and she opened her eyes slowly to see Billy's face.

He removed his hand, and she exhaled, whispering, "Oh god, Billy! You scared the hell out of me."

He seemed intent on her, and he made her quiet as he pushed her shoulders gently into the sheets, kissing her lips softly as he did so. He felt down to her breasts and massaged her nipples slowly, making them ache and yearn for his touch.

He slid one hand down to her clit where he began to rub, and she pushed her hips to meet his roaming hand. Suddenly, fear struck her.

"Billy," She broke the kiss and whispered, "Billy, I can't. Not tonight."

"Why not?" He asked, confused.

She avoided eye contact and replied, "I just can't."

He looked at her, but she wouldn't look at him. She stared at the sheets, and eventually her eyes wandered to wear his hand rested. He saw her looking, and he lifted it for her to see. She was fascinated.

He had large hands. They were large and calloused and rough from the ranch work, and she put her small, white hand against his. He curled the tips of his fingers, and they covered the tips of hers. He stared at her face the entire time, seeing her response.

He continued to look at her, and she finally looked back at him. His hair hung gently in his black eyes, and he sat on her bed nude.

Chloe scooted nearer to him and kissed him, pushing him into the sheets and starting to move her hips in a rhythm, unconsciously rubbing her wet pussy against his cock, making it hard as stone.

She impaled herself on it, feeling him fill her. She kissed him gently over and over, and he put his face lower to nibble softly on a breast. She moaned and continued to ride him. Just feeling his hands on her naked ass made her want him more.

He flipped her over and was on top of her, entwining her in the sheets and devouring her neck passionately. She stared at the ceiling, letting him take control and fuck her like he wanted to. She felt herself starting to climax already, and she braced herself using his sinewy forearms.

He kissed her lips again, but not so gently this time, as he fucked her faster. She felt the heat from his body, and it drove her crazy. She ran her hands over his chest, back, and ass, thrilling in the beauty of him.

He pressed his lips against her ear, taking in the scent of her hair and whispering, "I love you."

With that, he emptied his cum into her eager belly, putting them both fast asleep from utter exhaustion.

When Chloe awoke in the morning, Billy had his face nuzzled in her neck and his strong arms around her chest and waist protectively. She awoke him, and he snook out the back door, stealing one of her sweet kisses before he went.
19 comments

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2012-09-13 15:36:18
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anonymous readerReport

2012-02-22 18:54:27
People are so stupid...stop writting bad comments..I love your stories

anonymous readerReport

2012-01-14 23:33:45
To the comment way down there vvv
The hell you mean sayin' : ' can you afford a dictionary ? '
Can YOU afford a dictionary ?
Look up the word asshole .
Atleast the author wrote the story .
Stop fucking complaining And get off the damn page if you dont like it .
Thanks :)

anonymous readerReport

2011-12-07 22:03:19
Keep on righting ur doin good.
(countryboy)

anonymous readerReport

2011-10-16 10:53:29
if You Dont have Anything Good to say about the story , then fuck your shitty advice .
Dont act like a fucking retard Cunt head .

P.s. i Love the story :]

xoxo - Cece [12 yrs.] ^-^

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