We haven’t heard much about Dani lately have we? Come to that, I haven’t had a lot of sexual contact with her either…it’s like, once awoken, she’s taken a sexual sabbatical to develop/think/try new ideas.
And now, she was ready to talk…and more!
When she brings me my morning coffee and home-made goodies (which I must ration myself with!) she normally knocks on the door of my den, comes in, places the tray, chats briefly and leaves. She knows my den is ‘my’ space through and through.
Dani wears her own clothes…usually, but as Hannibal Lecter would say, “Not today!” Dani walked in wearing a maid’s dress, including little white apron. There were no visible stocking tops or suspenders….in fact her legs were bare, and utterly enticing. She placed the tray, walked behind me rapidly, and in her wake, I smelled pure, 100% wet cunt!
Then she stood in front of my desk like a naughty schoolgirl. “I’ve been…exploring. Different scenarios….roles…other things.” The sexual tension, the profound desire in her voice had lowered its normal pitch and added a huskiness to it that was so enticing, I felt a welt of wetness hit my panties. “But, you see….it’’s hard to abuse oneself, isn’t it? I mean, when you really want to be abused?” She walked to an armchair and perched on the arm. “I’ve been reading about life as a domestic servant in Victorian times….how girls would leave the family home and go into domestic service and become maids. Did you know some of them were only 12 or 13? Of course, they wouldn’t be allowed ‘upstairs’ until they were 15 or so, and even then only the very hardest working girls, and they would only be allowed simple jobs…like serving the Mistress’s coffee on a silver tray.”
She paused before continuing. Some Mistresses were kind to these girls, but some were cruel and used to beat them. Personally, I think they were worried that these firm, young things might prove a temptation to the Master of the house.” Dani lifted a leg and placed in on the seat of the chair. She absolutely nailed it. I so wanted to see up her dress, but she kept her thighs together. “Imagine these girls though…working ridiculously long hours….and yet….they were adolescent girls, weren’t they? They would have had …feelings….needs. I can imagine some of them lying in their beds at night, masturbating over the Master’s son, or the Master….or the Mistress. Such strange feelings coming over them.” Dani’s knees had been slowly parting as she talked and I could see that she has been allowing her pubic hair to regrow…just a little…just enough to look adolescent. (I’ve offered to pay for laser removal for her and she does want to take me up on the offer, but not yet, it seems.) And what if the Mistress’s spankings were actually….nice. Pleasurable. What if the girl lay in her bed at night still feeling the sting from the Mistress’s slaps, but also the wetness they’d caused? What if the Mistress herself was lying in her bed, and smelling that cute little maid on her fingers?”
Too much. I can’t adequately describe how innocent, vulnerable and immensely fuckable Dani looked perched on that chair, exposing herself to me. The words flew from my mouth with very little input from me. “Dani! How dare you sit on the arm of a chair? And…and I can see your immodesty! Honestly? No panties? what…are you trying to seduce my husband, walking around with your..your….your sexual scent wafting in the breeze? Oh, I understand, missy! I understand all too well. You youngsters! You get a job at ‘the big house’, and you can’t keep your hands from between your legs! I caught your predecessor masturbating you know…with the handle of a dinner knife! Now, come here!”
Honestly, she was brilliant! Her stammered apology, the real tears that coursed down her face. (I’ve seen Dani crying under other circumstances, and it just makes me want to make love to her.) I grabbed her and forced her across the arm of the chair she had sat on and flipped her dress up over her tight bum. My instant reward was her scent….it was amazing…and seemed to travel right from my nose to my clit. I slapped her…as hard as I could. Hard enough to hurt my hand. Hard enough to leave finger marks. Dani squirmed, cried out, begged me to stop….another, and another and another, and yet another. (By now my fingers were sore!) Her arse was red, and parts beginning to bruise.
As I raised my hand for what I had decided would be the last time, she shifted slightly and her legs opened just the tiniest amount. Instead of a slap, my descending hand shot between her legs to her abundant wetness. And she was wet! Not just her vulva, but the insides of her thighs were slippery. Oh, she’d been planning this for a while!
I began to fondler her. Oh…Mistress….please…no…what are you…”
“What I’m doing, Dani, is teaching you a lesson!”
I pretended I didn’t know my way around down there but finally found her hole, by which time ,y fingers were awash with her girl cum. I placed two just inside her. “Well….I can feel you haven’t fucked my husband yet.” So saying I jammed my fingers deep up her. Dani yelped as if in pain and I finger fucked her violently.
Trouble was, that my hand had also spread her bum cheeks, and the puckered flesh around her secret hole looked so inviting…and it too was wet. With my left hand middle finger I pressed inside her bum. Clearly Dani had edged herself this morning. Her orgasm was immense and seemed to last forever….but we weren’t done.
“Now…on your knees, bitch.”
I flopped into the chair offering a silent prayer of thanks that today was a no-panties day. “Now…lick my cunt.”
She did it perfectly, at first refusing, then hesitating until finally, I grabbed her hair and mushed her face into my wetness. “Fucking lick it, bitch. Suck me. Swallow me.” I could feel by the fact Dani’s body was shaking rhythmically that she was kneeling there, hand between her legs, masturbating as she sucked me off. “Now finger my arse.’ Her slim finger penetrated me deliciously, and arching my back, I came into her eager mouth.
Finally, I ordered her to strip. “You will go naked for the rest of today…and you will have sex with anyone who wants you…be they a member of the family or a visitor.”
She was as good as her….as my word. She wore not a stitch until we all turned in that night. We did have one caller…and Dani did answer the door stark naked. It was the new Catholic priest introducing himself to the parish. He didn’t stay! (I suspect he introduced himself to his right hand though…and good for him if he did.)
Dani had her share of sex that day, from both me and Emily, and in a range of scenarios. Clearly Dani has been refining what gets her off. By bedtime, Emily and I smelled of Dani, and we both had our own role plays where we each played the part of Dani. There are some things Em and I do that might be too extreme for Dani….
….yet.
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