"Well, uh, it's only a hunch on my part, but I doubt if she's very anxious to get back out on the road again. Not after the way I've made her feel at home here. Buying clothes for her, treating her like an honored guest instead of just a casual pickup. Oh no, our little Miss Judy Jones is in no hurry to leave. I'd lay odds on that. So if it's action you're looking for… "
"Action. More than I've had so far, at least. But even after what you just said, I'd still be leery of coming on too strong with the kid that's my hunch."
"Use your own judgment, then. As long as you're happy doing it, as long as you don't get bored, my dear. I brought her here just for you, remember? She's all yours. A toy, a plaything, a little girl-doll to keep you amused; wasn't that what I told you?"
"Uh-huh. I remember. A toy. Interesting thought makes me feel almost possessive about her, you know? Hey, that must be why I'm becoming so impatient! Yeah. It's not just the sex, it's this other thing, this urge for possession it's been on my mind all along, I guess. I really do want to make her all mine."
"Do you? Well now, you just might get your chance. I mean really, a chance to take over completely. I just might be able to arrange it, with luck on our side. Anyway, there's a possibility of something like that, it's not just a pipe-dream. Let me work on it awhile, okay? There's some information I've got to track down first. Let's hope for the best."
"I'm hoping, I'm hoping. Unless maybe you're putting me on. But you wouldn't do that, would you? Ma'am? No, of course not. You're always so good to me. Best mistress I ever worked for. And the prettiest, too. Mmm, your skin is so soft… "
The massaging hands seemed almost worshipful, more effective than ever in their ministrations. As though this show of gratitude had somehow augmented an already superlative technical skill. Vera began to purr again, visualizing those cafe-au-lait hands on their journey down her spine. Right down to her milky-creamy ass. And then back up once more, up to seek out and smooth away every last little knot in her neck and shoulders…
"Over, ma'am?"
"Hmm?"
"Time to turn over. I'll do you in front."
"You'll do me? Not yet, you sexy bitch. Just keep rubbing my back, it helps me think. And I've got some heavy thinking to do. Problems to solve, decisions to make. So stop sniffing around, my dear, get your mind off sex! If that's possible. Or at least wait until I'm ready for you."
"Oh? I thought you were."
"Sorry to disappoint you. I'm not even warmed-up yet."
"Is that so? Hah! You could have fooled me."
A snort, another chuckle, a moment of hilarity for both of them communication without words and it was as if they had sat down together and come to a swift agreement. Like an exercise in diplomacy. Dubious as her criticism had been, Vera knew its underlying significance hadn't gone astray. Sex wasn't taboo, merely postponed for a few minutes. That always added to the excitement, a nice built-up head of steam. And meanwhile, well, she did have some things to think about.
For the time being, anyway, everything was running smoothly here at home. Now she could concentrate on her conquest of Alison Laird. Uh-huh. Conquest. Total conquest, far beyond the already accomplished seduction. It was part of a plan the plan to end her financial woes. And the prospects were looking better with every visit; the blonde heiress seemed almost anxious to go on exploring that doubly aberrant facet of their relationship, showing great promise along those lines. Oh yes, there was a core of hot sensuality underneath that deceptively innocent surface and the beautiful young "sensualist" was gradually becoming a willing accomplice in her own corruption. Now if they could only get together more often and speed up the process…
Hmm. Talk about corruption! There was plenty of it right here, a lovely brand of corruption, soft and subtle and cunningly designed to shorten the postponement. Those hands were straying again, slyly but with apparent purpose. And as the warm palms drifted downward, Vera's flickering excitement became a steady glow. It was no longer just a simple massage. The adroit fingers were turning insidiously artful, already hinting for permission to delve and forage and fool around back there. Pretty bold, really, despite the coy approach, bold even for such a highly prized maid. Just who did she think she was?
But it was still quite pleasant and Vera adopted a momentarily permissive attitude, her tiny flash of pique blurred by a thickening sense of well-being. The hands had scooped up more scented oil to slather on, stroking it to a warmth that permeated the air with an intoxicating aroma. Slathering it on and smearing it in deep, the perfumed unguent, intimately deep and for one breathless instant she felt an even more audacious touch, a finger that must have wandered away from the others. Only it wasn't wandering at all, that casual but calculating fingertip, now it was seeking, probing, prying, opening her body to its obscene invasion. Her buttocks jiggled and parted wide, yielding to the pressure.
She moaned, unable to voice the rebuke that came to her lips, spellbound by the mysterious power of that inescapable length of rigidly plumbing flesh. It was even a bit embarrassing, stuck like that, pinned to the bed by a single finger, just that one long stiff finger buried in her ass. Unbearable. Deliciously unbearable! It held her paralyzed, mired in a kind of rueful rapture. Worse yet, its more pointed effect was broadening, spreading insistently, fanning outward like a forest fire in a drought. Her loins were ablaze with need, a greater need than this one licentious contact could satisfy. And as the frustration grew, so did her embarrassment the need was simply too big to ignore; wasn't it just too demeaning for words?
Only the words had become a painful necessity. "Please… " A whisper was all she could manage, like the choked sound of a shy schoolgirl asking to leave the room. "Let me roll over now. Don't you want to suck me? Suck my cunt?"
Turning her face, she went laboriously into the spiral movement without waiting for a reply. The imbedded finger remained a hindrance, easing off only slightly. But the hand itself helped, lifting her rump in the right direction. And the other hand was already at her shoulder to facilitate the somewhat strenuous maneuver. Only that one didn't do much good, actually, just holding on for balance as Solange's head bent to welcome the gradual appearance of her bosom with a flurry of kisses. An enthusiastic welcome, enthusiastic but scarcely fulfilling at this stage of the game. Lips caressed her breasts. Avid lips that fastened upon one nipple and then the other, pulling and tugging each in turn as she continued the twisting motion. Past the halfway point, she found the going easier and fell back supine with a peremptory wriggle of her bottom that finally got through to that sticky finger, dislodging it in a hurry. She almost missed it, conscious of the sudden void. But then miraculously! those kissing lips got the message, too, slithering down in all due haste, unerringly oriented now, eliciting a wail of impatience as the warm wetness traveled across her belly.
"There. Yes. My cunt, my cunt… "
"Oh, I love it when you're so hot!"
"Don't talk. Suck!"
That did it. Vera shivered in joy at the first touch of that familiar tongue. Ah yes, her understanding maid was an even more understanding lover. Such a lusciously leeching mouth! The mouth of an experienced and highly efficient cuntlapper, diligent to a fault. Its technique seldom failed. And yet, unaccountably, the rising curve of pleasure seemed to be leveling off. As though the technical aspect of Solange's lovemaking wasn't enough this time, just this once. And she was trying so hard, too, doing it like a slave almost, crouched at the foot of the bed now…
Like a slave?
Vera lost track temporarily, shutting her eyes and letting her mind veer crazily. It came to her then, floating in from out of nowhere that beautiful young face with the rosebud lips and velvety dark eyes and a complexion like blushing ivory so vivid against the black backdrop of her sealed eyelids. A hallucination? Well, not exactly, her mind hadn't gone that crazy. Nor had it veered so far from present reality, either. After all, it was Alison's show of interest that had brought the "sexy slave-girl" memories back and into focus. Funny. After all these years. So long ago even that wild affair with Ethel, right after her first divorce. When she was whoring around so much. A whore, practically. In the wildest of wildly perverted lesbian affairs. Hmm, wouldn't Alison like to hear about that!