Vintage trio with two submissive babes

Title: “Vintage Trio: Submissive Molls Take Dire Orders”

corred 1960s, a vintage trio unfolds in an opulent mansion. Two submissive maids, Bianca and Tiffany, are made to service their demanding mistress, Lady Edwina. The backdrop is grand yet kitschy, perfect for the era’s naughty adventures.

Lady Edwina reclines on a velvet chaise, puffing on a long cigarette holder. She snaps her fingers, calling the maids to attention. “Bianca! Tiffany! You’ve been dreadfully slack in your duties,” she scolds, her voice dripping with disdain.

Laid out before her are plentiful sex toys of the era – jellied rubber dildos, leather floggers, and steel butt plugs. The girls, trembling, anticipate their mistress’s sadistic instructions.

“Tiffany, disrobe for me. Slowly. Let me have a gander at that tiny rear of yours.” The raven-haired maid obeys, unbuttoning her pinstripe uniform, exposing her lithe body clad only in frilly panties and white stockings. She turns, bending over, offering up her pert behind.

“Much better. Now, Bianca, your task is to make Tiffany moan like the wanton slut she is.” Lady Edwina takes a long drag, eyes glinting through the curl of smoke. “I will not tolerate any hesitation.”

Trembling, Bianca falls to her knees behind Tiffany. She parts the lace panties, revealing the plump cheeks of her bottom. She plants tender kisses along the curves, teasing, until Tiffany lets out a tiny mewl.

“Mon Dieu, is that the best you can do?” scoffs Lady Edwina. “Tiffany, grab that tube of petroleum jelly off the side table and slap it into Bianca’s hand. It’s time to ramp up the festivities.”

Bianca takes the slippery oil and begins to slowly massage it into Tiffany’s rosebud. Tiffany gasps, arching her back as Bianca works the oil into the tight ring of muscle. Edwina watches, visibly transfixed.

“There’s a good pet,” she praises Bianca. “Now, pick up the strap-on and begin your work in earnest.” She nods towards a stiff phallus made of gleaming blue rubber.

Bianca nods, fumbling with the straps about her waist. Tiffany grips the edge of the chair, bracing herself. With a deep breath, Bianca lines up the tip of the dildo with Tiffany’s slick hole and begins to ease it in, inch by careful inch.

Tiffany moans, high and breathy, as her lover works the silicone cock into her depths. Her hips rock back, meeting Bianca’s thrusts, untilhetically Lady Edwina holds up a hand.

“Enough! Unsheathe that phallus and start anew,” she commands. “I want to observe Tiffany take you to completion.”

Bianca obeys, sliding the slick dildo out. Tiffany turns, falling to her haunches, and takes Bianca’s weeping mound into her mouth. The mistress watches intently as Tiffany’s head bobs, her pink tongue laving Bianca’s sensitive folds.

At length, Bianca cries out her completion, trembling and spent. Tiffany sits back, a wicked gleam in her eye, her pretty mouth slick with desire. Lady Edwina, pleased by their show, crooks a finely manicured finger at Bianca.

“Come here, my girl,” she purrs. “Tiffany, you’ve earned a reprieve. Pour me a brandy from the sideboard.”

Bianca glides over, her breasts heaving with exertion and arousal. Lady Edwina cups one of the heavy globes, weighing it appreciatively. “I’ve a special assignment for you,” she murmurs, hot breath tickling Bianca’s ear.

She snaps her fingers, and Tiffany scurries over, bearing a cut crystal tumbler of brandy. She sets it down carefully, never taking her eyes from the erotic tableau.

Edwina takes a sip, her lips curled into a smile. “Bianca, I require your services in the library. The Duke of Pembroke will be calling shortly, and I expect you to service him completely. He has… particular tastes.”

Bianca swallows hard, nodding servitude. Tiffany bites her lip, equal parts envy and desire written across her face. Lady Edwina smiles, a cruelty to the upturned corners.

“Tiffany, you will watch through the keyhole. Not a peep, now. The Duke would be most displeased.”

The two maids get into position, hardly daring to breathe. For long moments there is only silence, and then the unmistakable sound of masculine moans, increasing in intensity.

A deep groan, a feminine gasp, and then a litany of filthy praise pours through the door – “Such a good girl… take it all, girl… squeeze my cock with that tight hole…” Tiffany bites her knuckle, eyes wide, overwhelmed by vicarious lust.

At length, a final bellow of completion, and then heavy footfalls. The Duke emerges, immense and imposing in his three-piece suit, hair impeccable.

He stops, seeing Tiffany. A smile spreads across his face. “Well well, what do we have here?” he murmurs. Tiffany quivers, simultaneously terrified and aroused. “Spying through keyholes, are we?” he tsks.

“She was merely following orders, your Grace,” Lady Edwina interjects breezily from her lounging spot. “Observing Bianca’s performance for quality control.”

He grunts, turning his attention to Edwina. “Quite an act you’ve got there,” he drawls, jersey rolling a cigarette. “I may have to return to sample the goods again.”

Edwina smiles, the requisite amount of deference but with a hint of suitability. The Duke takes his leave with a final leer at Tiffany’s demi-clad body.

Once he’s gone, Edwina dissolves into haughty laughter. “I do so enjoy exhilarating guests,” she chortles. “Now, then. Bianca, Tiffany – to the dungeon. Time for your well-deserved punishment.”

The maids scurry to obey, hearts aflutter with trepidation and desire. Only in the black leather astride and acrid sting of the whip will their punishments be complete.