by Ella Ford
I sensed a panic rising through me, fear that it might never end. And just as the sensations were becoming intolerable, the feelings abated and the orgasm released me. I felt myself go limp, tired muscles still firing in tiny twitches. I shut my eyes and blacked out for a few seconds. When I returned to consciousness my body was filled with a feeling of perfect contentment.
I opened my eyes and peered at Nicole. My friend - my maid - had returned to her kneeling position and was staring at me, a look of blissful obedience on her face, a mix of pride and docility.
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The following morning, I rose and set to work early. I knew what I wanted to do with my second day as Nicole’s mistress, but it needed some organization and a little bit of persuading. I entered the living room and found Nicole waiting for me on the floor, kneeling like a good little girl. I smiled at her, happy that she hadn’t had second thoughts through the night.
The house was filled with a delicious smell of bacon and eggs, and I realized that Nicole had prepared breakfast for me.
I stepped over to her and stroked her cheek, then took hold of her chin and angled her face upwards until she was staring at me. I lowered my head and kissed her deeply, savoring the sticky warmth of her painted lips and the taste of her tongue on mine. Our mouths moved together and she made no attempt to resist my probing advances, surrendering herself to my whims as she had the previous night.
Then I stood up and smiled at her. “Nicole, I hope that you had a good sleep last night and that you’re well rested.”
“I did, mistress, I am,” she replied, once again falling into the girly tone of quiet obedience.
“Good. Then I have a treat for you. I just got off the phone with Sarah. As you’ll know, Sarah is quite adventurous and willing to experiment. When I told her about your talented mouth and tongue, she was quite eager to see for herself. She’ll be around at two.”
Nicole blinked, but remained silent. A look of fear and apprehension crossed her face.
“Oh, and she’s bringing a little surprise for you,” I purred, then headed to the kitchen to eat my breakfast.
Chapter 4
“Oh my, you do have her well trained, don’t you?” said Sarah, sounding utterly perplexed.
The two of us were sitting on the sofa studying Nicole as she kneeled before us in her usual position. Her head was bowed and her cheeks were burning with a quiet intensity that signalled her embarrassed discomfort. But she remained silent and didn’t say a word, allowing myself and Sarah to talk about her as if she wasn’t even in the room.
Sarah licked her lips, obviously enjoying the predicament of our pretty friend. I knew that Sarah had an adventurous side, and often boasted about her adventures with college girls or female co-workers. In fact, she usually seemed to be more into women than men, and her reaction to Nicole kneeling before us certainly supported that theory.
Sarah was a little older than Nicole and myself, a city girl rather than a country mouse like the two of us. We’d met her years ago in the downtown bar that was to become our second home. The three of us had become fast friends, brought together by our love of hedonism and booze.
Sarah’s look complemented Nicole and myself, a redhead to our blonde and brunette. Her auburn hair was perfectly straight and cut into a neat bob just above her shoulders. She was stunningly attractive, sophisticated in a way that neither Nicole or I were and she was always immaculately presented. Today, she wore a tiny black dress and sheer stockings with high heeled black pumps. She looked as though she was dressed to party - and by the way she peered at Nicole’s breasts and legs, I suspected she did.
“Nicole is settling into her new life very nicely thank you, aren’t you Nicole?” I purred, happy that Nicole was behaving herself and playing along with this filthy game.
“Yes, mistress,” said Nicole without lifting her head.
Sarah licked her lips again, enjoying the display of submission. “What exactly will she do?”
“Oh, we haven’t reached the limits of her obedience yet. She’s been quite receptive to every one of my commands,” I said, reaching over and stroking Nicole’s soft cheek. She leaned her head to the side and closed her eyes, responding to the attention like a family pet.
“Nicole, would you beg like a dog for me?” said Sarah, her voice sugary sweet and seductive.
Nicole raised her head and looked at me. I felt a flush of pride and desire rise inside me, thrilled that she looked to me for permission. I gave her a warm smile and nodded.
Nicole sat up on her knees and raised her hands before her, bending her wrists to imitate a begging dog. Then she pushed her tongue out and began panting. She looked quite ridiculous, but insanely sexy.
Sarah looked at me, barely able to believe what she was seeing. “What on earth have you fed her? Is this all because of that stupid bet of yours?”
I nodded and patted Nicole’s head. She stopped begging and fell back into her submissive kneeling pose.
“Watch this,” I said. “Nicole, I want you to worship Sarah’s feet with your mouth.”
Without a single complaint or note of hesitation, Nicole crawled forwards and positioned herself in front of Sarah’s feet. Then she lifted the redhead’s left foot into her lap and slowly eased her shoe off and placed it beside her. She proceeded to lift the stockinged foot up before her and studied the soft curve of Sarah’s arch, teasing a painted fingernail down the length of her sole. Sarah shuddered beside me, but didn’t stop staring at our obedient friend.
With her inspection done, Nicole leaned forwards and repeated the motion of her finger with her tongue. She moved slowly, savoring the taste of our friend and the soft warmth of her foot. When she reached Sarah’s toes, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around them, glancing up at Sarah for signs of a reaction.
Sarah gasped and pushed her hands down into the sofa cushion. “Fuck! That feels amazing, keep doing it,” she moaned and Nicole continued to work on her foot, alternating quick flicks of her tongue with long periods of sucking Sarah’s painted toes, seemingly totally absorbed in her task.
I looked on, as captivated as Sarah was by the show that was unfolding in front of me. I longed to have Nicole work on my feet, but allowed Sarah to enjoy the attention. After all, I had Nicole for the rest of the weekend.
I interrupted my train of thought and touched Sarah on her upper arm. She flinched, roused from the trance that Nicole had lulled her into with her talented mouth.
“Sorry,” I offered and she smiled back at me, “I just wanted to check that you had brought what we talked about with you?”
Sarah gasped as Nicole licked up the length of her foot once more, then distractedly pointed to her shoulder bag which she’d set down on the sofa between us.
“May I?” I asked, and she nodded her consent, clearly not caring one way or the other what I did. I picked up the bag and peered inside. “Oh my,” I said, breathless with surprise. Nicole looked up from Sarah’s foot, the pull of curiosity momentarily distracting her from our friend’s toes.
I reached into the bag and pulled it out - a monstrous ten inch strap-on dildo. It was thick and textured, shot through with veiny ripples and ending in a bulbous mass. Attached to the base of the wide rod was a series of complex leather straps. I noted that the leather looked worn, and the strap-on had obviously seen some use. I wondered how many young college girls Sarah had fucked with this daunting implement, and how many of them had gazed at it with wide-eyed trepidation, much as Nicole was gazing at it now.
Sarah sat back on the couch, and crossed her slender legs, a look of smug pride crossing her face. “Ah, I see you’ve found The Behemoth, my favorite toy. Don’t worry little Nicole, I’m assured that it is quite exhilarating, once the initial shock of entry has faded. And you’ll have plenty of time to get used to it, because I’m going to fuck you with it all afternoon long!”
Both Nicole and I both gulped simultaneously at the prospect. Though for very different reasons.
Ten minutes later and the three of us were in my bedroom. I’d instructed Nicole to take off the maid uniform, her bra and panties, and to lie on the bed waiting for us. She’d cheerfully jumped into action and scurried up the stairs before us and we found her lying on her back with her legs dangling over the side of the bed, still wearing her stockings and high heeled shoes and looking extraordinarily fuckable.
I turned to Sarah, my heart beating loudly in my chest, and waited for her to speak. Instead, she turned to me and hooked a finger into the neck of my t-shirt, then dragged me towards her. I allowed myself to be led, happy that Sarah was going to control this threesome. She was obviously more experienced than me.
My redhead friend wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled my body to hers. I could feel the soft bulge of her breasts pushing against mine and the warmth of her breath on my face. She was slightly taller than me, and wearing heels as well, so I peered up into her eyes, losing myself in those emerald pools. She parted her ruby lips and leaned forwards, locking her mouth on mine and probing me with her tongue.
For all that I felt totally in control and dominant with Nicole, I found myself lapsing into my usual persona with Sarah. The older redhead totally commanded me and I found myself happy to submit to her. I allowed her entry to my mouth, pushing out my tongue against hers as a token gesture of defiance, but there was no real conviction there. I was happy to allow her access to me, to use me as she wanted.
We kissed passionately for several blissful minutes, and then finally remembered why we were here. She pushed me away, as breathless as I was and then turned her back to me. “Undress me!” she demanded, not expecting to ask twice.
I stepped forward and pulled at the zipper that ran down the back of the tight black dress she wore, then slid it off her shoulders and down her body and legs. She stepped out of it, then kicked off her high heeled shoes, standing before me in her underwear and stockinged feet.
I reached up again and unclasped her bra, which she hurriedly shrugged over her arms, allowing her full breasts to fall free. “Panties!” she demanded, and I fell to my knees without a second word. Teasingly, I gripped the waistband of the delicate lace panties in my teeth and slowly pulled the lingerie down Sarah’s long legs, gripping her thighs and relishing the softness of her nylon stockings. They too fell to the floor and Sarah kicked them aside without a second thought.
The redhead was hungry now, her eyes had a wild look, fueled by Nicole’s attention earlier and our seductive embrace. She set upon me without waiting for permission and pulled the tight white t-shirt over my head, throwing it across the room in a flurry of activity. Then her hands fell to my waist and unbuttoned my jeans. She gripped me by the shoulders and pushed my roughly towards the bed, where I fell backwards to lie beside Nicole. I turned, and found my maid staring at Sarah, her eyes wide and eager, wondering what was going to happen to her. I was suddenly overcome with a strong desire for satisfaction and an overwhelming surge of erotic energy.
I kicked my legs out and Sarah pulled the jeans down my legs along with the white cotton panties that I wore. My remaining clothing was cast aside to join the assorted garments on the floor and passed into irrelevancy. All that mattered now was our naked bodies and what we could do with them.
I pushed myself up and sprung to my feet, almost falling into Sarah in my hurry to feel her body against mine. It was her turn to submit to me now as my hands crawled all over her skin, grabbing her breasts, her ass, sliding between her legs and running my fingers through her slick pussy. I rubbed myself against her, raising my knee and wrapping my leg around hers to lock her in place, then I fixed my mouth on hers once more and invaded her with my tongue. Our lips raged together, lipstick on lipstick, tongue on tongue, a frantic hunger driving us both forwards in a battle for control of each other. My pussy ached, desperate for attention and eager for release, and I knew what I had to do.
I pushed away from Sarah and she staggered backwards, disorientated by the ferocity of our passion and the intensity of the kiss.
I scanned the room, looking for what I needed, then my eyes finally fell on Sarah’s black bag. I pounced on it and reached inside with a single motion, pulling out The Behemoth and looking at it triumphantly. Then I raised my leg and stepped into the leather harness, pulling it tight so that the bulbous plastic shaft was secured against my body. I turned to Sarah and gestured downwards.
“Very nice, suits you. Now let’s fuck this bitch, what do you say?”
I nodded and stepped across the room to the bed where Nicole awaited us. I relished the way the enormous plastic cock swayed in front of me; the way Nicole stared at it with a mix of eager anticipation and deep-seated dread. I savored the feeling of filthy intent, that I was going to pound this thick appendage into my best friend’s yielding pussy until she begged me for sweet release, that Sarah and I were going to do things to her that we would scarcely have believed several days ago. The whole situation was unbearably erotic and my pussy ached for satisfaction.
“Sarah, sit on Nicole’s face,” I commanded, barely hearing the words I was saying, driven by an instinct that was unfamiliar and strange, yet wholly natural and comfortable.
“Yes, mistress,” said Sarah and I heard echoes of Nicole’s sarcastic attitude from the night before. I wondered, briefly, whether House Lisa might not need two submissive maids. I did, after all, have a lot of laundry to do.
Sarah brushed passed me on her way to Nicole’s hungry mouth, and tapped my ass as she mounted the bed. Then she crawled up to Nicole’s head and bent down to kiss our pretty friend. As I watched, she lifted her ass into the air, exposing the velvet bulge of her labia and the puckered star of her asshole. Maybe I would pound that later as well? I was out of control, I wanted to fuck everything. Was this what it was like to be a man?
I spent no more time pondering the thought and instead reached down and grabbed Nicole’s ankle. Lifting her leg, I plucked her shoe off and threw it to one side. I didn’t want to poke my eye out. Then I lifted her foot up onto my shoulder and eased myself forward so that The Behemoth was poking at her dripping pussy.
With all the restraint I could muster, I teased the tip of the thick rod around Nicole’s lips, spreading her wetness across as much of the length as I could. I heard Nicole sigh as the cold plastic touched her, and she squirmed under Sarah’s kiss. Then Sarah sat up and swung her leg over Nicole’s head, straddling our friend so that her pussy was inches away from Nicole’s mouth. She flashed me a smile and winked. “What are you waiting for Lisa? She wants it, don’t you Nicole?”
From between Sarah’s legs, I heard a muffled voice, breathless with anticipation, “Yes, oh please, yes, mistress.”
The way Nicole sounded, the hungry intensity of her voice, the way Sarah was positioned above her face in anticipation, the whole sordid scene thrilled me and my pussy burned with anticipation. I took the dildo in my hand and gently eased it into Nicole tight hole. She was dripping wet and the shaft required little encouragement to enter her, but it was a tight fit nonetheless and I felt Nicole’s leg tense on my shoulder as I forced my way into her.
I pushed forwards as deep as I dared, then I pulled back, easing the monstrous cock out of her, marvelling at the way it glistened with her precious juices. Then I rammed it forwards again, harder this time, deeper. Nicole squealed, equal parts discomfort and pleasure.
Sarah took that as her cue to lower her hips and smother Nicole with her pussy. Nicole set to work right away, and I saw her tongue flick out and plunge into Sarah’s wet lips. Eagerly she lapped back and forth, lapping up the delicious moisture and swirling around the tender nub of Sarah’s clit.
I pushed forwards again, even harder, thrilled by the feeling of having a girl impaled on my rigid appendage. I gripped her leg, clutching her slender calf to me tightly and rubbing the soft sole of her foot against my cheek. My own pussy was alive with stimulation as the rough leather of the strap-on harness put pressure on my clit
oris with every forward thrust. The feeling urged me on, drove me to pound Nicole’s tight hole harder and harder, faster and faster.
Meanwhile, Sarah had begun grind herself against Nicole’s face, moving her hips rhythmically back and forth and using Nicole’s face for her own pleasure. It was majestic to watch, two women locked in a display of pure debauchery, the perfect yin and yang of dominance and submission. Sarah appeared lost in it, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, both of her hands roughly massaging her perky breasts, her small nipples as hard as bullets.
“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed and I worried momentarily that the neighbours would hear her cries, but the thought disappeared as my hips thrust forwards and my clit was caught under the tight leather harness once more. My voice joined hers in a crescendo of utter pleasure.
Then Nicole too cried out, her orgasm fast approaching. My hips moved back and forth, pounding the plastic cock deep into her; Sarah’s hips moved back and forth, grinding her wet pussy against Nicole’s face. And in the middle of this maelstrom of pounding and grinding, Nicole’s hot body was cast around like a leaf on the wind, and she was loving it.
“Mistress! May I please come! May I please come!” she shouted frantically, and I realized that it was getting to the point where it would no longer be an option to delay her pleasure.
“Yes! Yes! You may come!” I shouted back, driving the hard rod into her faster and deeper with every passing stroke.
Her breathing quickened and became shallow, her hands snaked up and wrapped around Sarah’s hips, locking herself in place, then she finally gave herself over to the embrace of the climax. Her body bucked upwards, sliding down the slick dildo until it almost flopped out of her. Her chest pushed forwards and I feared that she might throw Sarah to the floor behind the bed, but the redhead maintained her balance.
