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Chimney Damper - NB, Modern

Caroline Bingley tugged the neckline of the orange Santa dress lower and puffed her breasts higher. Then she turned to look at the hemline to make sure it barely covered her sexy butt.

“Perfect!” She murmured.

It’s Christmas Eve and she had a mission to fulfil. She walked out of her room, down the corridor to the rear of the house. When she reached the spiralling staircase, she climbed up it carefully. She had asked a maid to make sure her route was clean and easily recognisable in the dark. She did not intend to dirty her nail or hair in the process. So far, the maid seemed to have done a good job.

Finally she reached the roof of Netherfield, the moon was bright. She had no problem finding the chimney that led to Mr. Darcy’s room. She had planned this Christmas surprise for some time.

After her brother Charles defied her wish and leased this backwater country estate, she had racked her brain to turn the situation around. She had a thorough survey of Netherfield’s design and decided it would be a good place for her to seduce her heart’s desire.

First she persuaded her brother to invite his friend to spend the holiday season with them in this ‘unexplored’ charm. Then she allocated Mr. Darcy to stay in this spacious room with an electric fireplace and a separate and unused chimney. She even went to do a breast augmentation procedure just for the occasion.

She intended to parachute into Mr. Darcy’s room in her sexy Santa dress. With the amount of alcohol his brother and him consumed during the Christmas feast, he would be most susceptive to her seductive advances. Who would not want their Christmas fantasy to come true?

“Umh… This chimney looked rather small though.” She murmured. The maid had secure one end of the rope ladder to the side of the chimney. Caroline pulled to make sure it was tight before throwing the ladder into the shaft.

She grazed her finger along the edge of the chimney. “Great, it’s clean!”

She climbed down the ladder carefully. One…two…three…four…so far her plan seemed to work well.

But two third down the chimney, disaster struck. It seemed the maid hadn’t cleaned it up all the way down. Caroline hands and body came into contact with dust that had been there for hundred of years.

She screamed with anger, kicked the side with fury and slipped. Luckily the chimney narrowed at that juncture and prevented her fall. Perhaps she was not that lucky at all, because when she stepped back on the ladder again and wanted to move her body, she could not move an inch.  Her new breasts were stuck at the narrow neck of the chimney.

After a few wiggles, she could feel something strange with her breasts. So she stopped the movement, afraid that the new body part would burst.

She screamed aloud, hopping Mr. Darcy would hear her and come to her rescue. After several minutes crying out at the top of her voice, she heard some voices below the chimney. Holding her breath, she listened intently.

She heard a woman voice. “You’re the most arrogant jerk I’ve ever met.” It was Miss Eliza Bennet, that country pumpkin who came to visit her sick sister without invitation and had the audacity to stay. What was she doing in Mr. Darcy’s bedroom?

“Jerk or not, I’ve the hot for you!” His tipsy voice was full of emotion. How could my Darcy have such a poor taste, Caroline thought?

Then the sound of a slap and some shoving of furniture were heard. It then grew quiet for a few second. Caroline was ready to shout for help again, when she heard some moaning sounds.

Perhaps her Mr. Darcy was injured by Miss Eliza. Caroline debated what to do for a few minutes, before banging on the wall. She then heard echo of smacking against the wall from below. Soon Eliza’s screams were heard. She was exclaiming “Yes!”, “Harder!” and “Faster!”

What was happening below? Caroline’s mind was in a million mile. She squealed, “I’m stuck! Help! Mr. Darcy!”

The room below turned silent. When she stopped to listen again, the slamming noise below sounded again. Instead of yelling for help, Caroline pushed hard against the walls for several minutes.

Suddenly the walls inside the chimney seemed to have loosened and she felt her body dropping down. With hands everywhere, she tried to hold onto the walls to break the fall. She landed on the floor with a heavy thump. As she brushed away the dust from the old chimney, she saw her Mr. Darcy sitting on the floor with Miss Eliza straddling him. They were both breathing heavily.

To her horror, she noticed her heart’s desire had his trousers down to his ankle. The sluttish woman’s skirt was covering his hips. He had his face buried in her breasts. Eliza’s blouse was opened all the way down her waist, her hands messing his hair while his on her ass, under her dress.

“Let go of my Mr. Darcy!” Caroline roared.

They both turned to look at her with wide eyes.

“What are you doing wearing smutty Santa dress and coming down the chimney into Darcy’s room?” Elizabeth demanded.

“I’m his Christmas present. But that’s none of your business.” Caroline stood up and tried to pull the country pumpkin off her man.

They shivered. Then Elizabeth turned to look at Mr. Darcy and swore out loud, “You’re all hard and hot, again!”

Darcy grinned, before scowling at Caroline, “Leave my room at once, orange Santa! I’m in the middle of the most mind blowing sex. This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

Caroline nearly choked on her own heavy breath. As she scrambled out of the room, she heard Eliza said, “How come her breasts are of different sizes?”

“I don’t care about hers but I worship your gorgeous pert breasts. My dearest loveliest Elizabeth!” Darcy’s loud and slurry voice was piercing Caroline’s ears.

As she lowered her eyes to her chest, she discovered that during the struggle inside the chimney, she had burst her right implant.

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