"Oooh!"
"Hmm? Something the "
"No, don't stop. Give me your tongue again, darling. Wait, though, let me lift up so that… uh-huh… ahhh… "
"So beautiful. Your ass is so beautiful."
"Burrow in a little deeper. Your face. Open me up. Oh, that's simply fabulous. Judy darling, your hot tongue is so beautiful. And to think it's mine forever. I've never been so thrilled."
"Nnngg?"
"Yes, you darling lover-girl, that kind of thrill. Soon. On the way. Coming. You too?"
A rhetorical question, practically. Alison wriggled her buttocks and bounced to a climax with her sexy-dirty asshole full of sexy-dirty tongue, concerned only with herself for the moment but comfortably aware that her sexy-dirty little ass-fucker was having a sexy-dirty little climax of her own down there. Inexorably. It just never failed. And that was the beauty of it, this love of theirs, this thing that would last a sexy-dirty lifetime…
For a while then, life faded to the nirvana of orgasmic fulfillment and exhaustion, leaving only the rasp and wheeze of breath to herald its self-renewal. The atmosphere was thick and moist and heavy with perfumed lesbian lust, evil as a Baudelaire flower, but in truth masking a love so pure and innocent that it could only come to fruition in the sterility of these small deaths. The self-renewal had already begun.
"Darling… "
"Hmm?"
"Again? Don't you ever get tired?"
"Not with you. Never. But I'll stop if you say so. All you have to do is tell me. I'm a very obedient maid."
"Silly. But if I don't take a bath soon… "
"You mean right now?"
"No. Later. Pretty soon, though."
"You'll tell me when. You know I like to help."
Smiling assent, Alison extricated herself somewhat gingerly and rose from the bed to amble off in search of a cigarette. She waggled her naked haunches, sensing the warm caress of devoted and adoring eyes back there. The bit of byplay made her immediately conscious of that one specific area, bringing a giggle to her lips as she recognized the sensation, all wet and gooey, the deliciously sexy-dirty residue of that dainty little mouth. She found the cigarettes and lit one almost automatically, her amused mind still occupied with its diverting secret.
"Oh? Miss Alison? I could have done that for you. The cigarette, I mean. You shouldn't have gotten up. All you had to do was tell me."
"Silly, silly, silly. I'm not exactly helpless, you know."
"It it's not you, it's me. Your maid, your servant. It's the way I feel. It's what I am. It's what I want to be. We talked about it before, don't you remember? I'll love you and worship you and take care of you forever and that's all I need to make me happy. Won't you let me?"
"Darling, couldn't you be happy if we were just friends? Well, not just friends. Lovers. Oh, you know what I'm trying so hard to say. Equals, that's close enough. You couldn't be happy if we were equals?"
"No. I don't think so. I'll try if you insist. But I don't feel like your equal kneeling on the floor. You know. When I kneel down and kiss your feet. I just feel humble. And it's wonderful, that feeling. Don't you like me to do it?"
"Umm, well, it's nice. I do like it."
"I'm glad. It's pretty important to me. Of course, if you ordered me a real command, real bossy then I'd like it even more. Oooh, look at me, I'm excited just thinking about it!"
"That's interesting. I just might try it sometime. Not now, though, it wouldn't be spontaneous. But since we're on the subject, Judy, let's open up a little and come to an understanding. What else would make you happy? Tell me. When that legal business is over and we're settled down, what would you like most?"
"Uh, lots of things. But you don't really want "
"Tell me!" Alison put some thunder in her tone. "I asked you a question. How long must I wait for an answer?"
"Oooh… "
"Well? I'm waiting."
"It it's what you just did. That's what I need. The way you talked to me. Like a scolding. It's weird maybe, but when you do that, something happens inside and I get hot all over."
"All right, so I'll scold you. What else? You might as well tell me the rest. Everything. Let's have it."
"Okay. I'll say it. I want to be your servant and call you Miss Alison and wear that sexy maid outfit every day you'd have to buy me a few more, I guess, and with real high heels and I want to love you and take care of you personally, your clothes, your body, wash out your stockings and panties and stuff, do your nails, fingernails and toenails, shave your legs, help you bathe, fix your hair, whatever, all the personal maid things, all kinds of things just to please you. All kinds of crazy things, even. You know like on a cold night I'd sleep way down at the end of the bed to keep your feet warm. Anything. Whatever pops into your mind. Any idea at all, no matter how crazy all you'd have to do is order me. And if I wasn't perfect, if I did it just the least bit wrong, if I'm bad or act fresh then you ought to punish me."
"Punish you? Like a scolding?"
"Uh-huh. A scolding or a spanking or maybe you might get mad and slap my face. Miss Alison, if you took a whip to my bare ass, I'd only kiss your feet and thank you for teaching me a lesson. And if I did something wrong when you weren't here to see me, I'd have to confess it afterward and "
"That will do, my dear. I've heard enough. Go and run my tub now. And mind the temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. I'll expect it just right. Go now. Quickly!"
Eyes glistening, the girl scurried off. Alison lit a fresh cigarette and got comfortable, trying to quiet her nerves. She had heard enough, all right. Too much, too much. But it was out in the open now and she had to face it. Could she do those wild things to her little darling? Little darling masochist…
If it makes her happy?
Alison wondered what she was getting into. Falling in love sure created problems. Oh yes, she would probably do it, whatever had to be done. But mightn't that awaken more of those deviated desires within herself?
Mmm, I'm still wet down there. Not much, though. Maybe later, after the bath, Fillet her do it to me again. Tell her. Command her. And then I'll think about it and decide. I do my best thinking like that. With her tongue in my ass. All slimy and sexy-dirty, right up my royal asshole…
Chapter 18
Sad times. Even the pictures on the walls mocked her. Vera glanced around at them, mementos of a more glamorous era in her life. The thought was a bit phony, but she liked to think of the shots as her public image. Her used-to-be public image. But that was a long time ago, so far back that an entire new public had sprouted since then. And now, on this gloomy night, she might as well be an image, only an image, and not a real woman with a real woman's wants. Because she was alone. All alone and lonesome, with no one to satisfy those wants.
Oh shit, she was thinking like a dumb broad and getting dumber by the hour. Worried about a lack of sex, when the lack of money was her big problem. Not that she was broke, of course, the checks still came in regularly. But they were still too small and this house too big with all her best-laid plans shot to hell. Actually, she must have done a pretty good job, looking at it in retrospect, a good job for everybody but herself. The corruption of Alison had sure been successful, but it was little Judy who was now reaping the benefit. And by the same token, Alison was enjoying life with the now-corrupt Judy. What a switch! And guess who was left out in the cold.