Sexy slave-girl. A real one, not just a paid servant. Vera could hardly wait to see her again, this prospective slave-girl of hers; a slave-girl with money, imagine! Oh, to have that lofty little golden head bowed down between her legs in self-abasement, the rosy innocence soiling itself with sinful cunt, tarnished forever in the heat of a thousand feverishly humble kisses. That was the kind of slave she wanted. Not this crouching maid, necessary only as a front, a facade to conceal the pockmarks and poverty-warts on her slowly vanishing style of existence. But she would have to keep this one to win that one, of course a fine servant in the house was indispensable to the Carlisle tradition. So right now wouldn't it be smart to get her roving mind back on the track again? The main track?
"Oooh, what an idea!"
"Umm… "
"I just thought of something. Solange? About the kid what's-her-name, your little toy isn't it more than just an urge for possession? You're too old to play with toys. I'll bet you'd like to break her in for real, hmm? Maybe even make a slave out of her. A cute little slave-girl kneeling at your feet… "
It was a shot in the dark, impulsive but apparently well-aimed. Followed by a stunned lull. Then the delayed reaction struck, an eagerly bobbing head and a frantic mouth that seemed to breathe new life into the caress. Vera arched up at it, a bit desperate herself now, goaded into a horizontal bump-and-grind to intensify the already accomplished total merger. As if some raw-nerved instinct was driving her cunt to suck back at that sucking mouth. To swallow or be swallowed. Or could she do both at once?
There was a fluttering motion centered within the contact, an educated tickle. That squirmy-eel tongue had lost none of its expertise, she noted. Inevitably, though, the meticulously detailed performance began to pall again; it was almost clinical now, despite the murky intimacies. Vera muttered a silent oath, aware that the only fitting conclusion to this seductively professional massage was still out of reach. What a letdown! And after all the embarrassment she had gone through to get there, too. Now she actually resented it, this stupid setback. Hmm. Or was that because of the embarrassment? The awful embarrassment and the coquettish insolence of a maidservant who had obviously forgotten her station in life; what mistress wouldn't be resentful in such a plight? Maybe it was time to call a halt and put the pegs in their proper niches. Only she didn't have to call a halt, of course, not for that. This vengeful dispenser of justice was no longer a shy schoolgirl about to wet her bloomers.
There now, the moment of decision was over. Vera started the slowly wriggling turn, another spiral twist from the top down, easing toward a prone position with her face already burrowing comfortably into the pillow. It was an unhurried procedure, smooth and gradual throughout, nearing completion without any noticeable disruption of service. Nearing the crucial point…
A gasp; then, "Ma'am?"
"Can't you guess?"
"Oh. But… but-"
"But nothing. You were pretty mean to me a while ago. Pretty rough too, right where I'm sensitive. It still hurts. The least you can do is soothe it a little, wouldn't you say?"
"Uh-huh. You want me to make it all well again, ma'am? With a nice soft kiss?"
"Do that. Yeah. Since you're so fond of my ass. Soothe it with a nice soft kiss. And maybe a nice soft tongue, hmm? You know how. Do it, do it, soothe my bruised asshole with that nice soft fucking tongue of yours!"
"Oh!"
"Sexy bitch… "
"You're the sexy one. The sexiest "
"Come on, what are you waiting for?"
But the wait was already over and Vera could only sigh and accept her due with good grace, congratulating herself on the successful turnabout. A well-executed maneuver. That's putting the bold bitch in her place! Only the "good grace" wasn't so easy now, not with that hot tongue stretching deep and still squirming around to go deeper. The squirmy-eel tongue. From a highly charged electric eel, no doubt. With current to burn, a hot current with a most invigorating effect, arousing fresh desire and stirring her to take action on her own behalf.
It was almost instinctive, this sudden change, a lurching movement that raised her buttocks and brought her bent knees in under them. A deliciously vulnerable position! But she could sure help the cause a little, thrusting her reared-up ass back hard into that open mouth, impaling herself upon that elongated tongue. As if her asshole had to suck back, too. Just like her cunt. Or maybe she couldn't even tell the difference now, the way the lovely sensation had broadened its scope to include everything. Lovely, lovely! But vulnerable, sure enough. Wide-open. Undefended. Practically inviting trouble. Inviting something, anyway or had the invitation already been acknowledged?
So it appeared. She could feel the brush of hands in front now, sneaky hands taking advantage of every opening, traveling separate routes to the same goal. Meddlesome hands so busy, so many enterprising fingers! cleaving the lips of her cunt, creeping in to capture her clitoris. While in back the hungrily wedged-in face worked with renewed fervor to occupy every available inch of secret flesh, the furrow between her buttock cheeks a hot mouth funneling much of its energy and most of its urgency into the tip-end of that slimy ass-loving tongue. And then somehow, exquisitely, it became all one sensation again, voluptuous, and she simply surrendered with a joyous sob and let herself be inveigled into a slowly enveloping swoon…
Chapter 8
Dinner had been a mildly festive occasion and Judy was still wearing her dressiest outfit, the most formal in the wardrobe she had begun to accumulate. Anyway, she didn't feel out of place here in the elegant living room, even if her sleek and superbly garbed hostess did outshine her. It was a pleasant evening so far, enhanced by a sparkling wine that made the conversation sparkle fine for a congenial atmosphere.
Vera Carlisle's poise and charm were certainly in evidence tonight. Along with her fascinating knowledge of show-business lore and legend. Including a few genuinely spicy items, naturally sly as any gossip column and twice as scandalous. Even the usually taciturn maid seemed to be blossoming out a bit, smoking cigarettes and sipping wine and actually smiling once in a while. Not like a servant at all. But it had become obvious by then that Solange was more than just the hired help here, doubling as a housekeeper and social secretary and general companion. Tonight she conveyed that impression more than ever, managing it somehow without neglecting her regular after-dinner duties. It was quite noticeable, especially when the sexy conversation took a less impersonal turn as Vera announced her intention of leaving soon. Listening to them, Judy suddenly realized that they were on the verge of giving away secrets about their relationship.
"Oh? You're going out again, ma'am?"
"Yes, dear. I almost wish I didn't have to. It's been such a nice evening, sitting around like this, the three of us."
"I wish you'd stay. You're in such a good mood… "
"Good mood?"
"You know. When you're like this… "
"I get it. You think I'll welcome you into my bed. Is that what you mean by good mood, Solange?"
"Well… uh… "