by Ella Ford
The device hummed within her for ninety seconds this time, pressing against her g-spot and firing her senses until she thought she could bear it no more. Abruptly, it stopped. Nikki relaxed, breathing heavily, eyes closed and head to the side. She wondered when the next wave would come, she hoped it would be soon.
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The sun began to set, bathing the room in warm orange light. Elsewhere in the house, lights began to come on, shining in through the open door. The bedroom gradually fell into darkness and Nikki began to drift off, her mind replaying scenes from the past few months as she dozed. Ms. Klein’s stern yet beautiful face, holding her chin and roughly kissing her; Lilly’s kind eyes, gazing up lovingly from between Nikki’s legs, her skilled tongue manipulating her to a fevered frenzy.
A doorbell rang, bringing Nikki back to the present. From downstairs, she heard the unmistakable sound of Ms. Klein walking across the hall, her sharp heels clicking on the polished wooden floor, steps short and quick. She heard the large door swing open and the low murmur of conversation. She couldn’t make out any words, but guessed that the caller was another woman. There was a slam as the door closed, then more footsteps. They crossed the hall to the glass stairs that led to the second floor and then started to climb them. Nikki strained to hear, desperate to know if this was part of Ms. Klein’s plans for her tonight. She shuddered, the helpless ignorance of what was about to befall her was thrilling. Her pussy ached and she longed to touch herself, or be touched.
A shadowy figure stepped into the room and Nikki strained to make out who it was. A voice came from the doorway, Ms. Klein’s unmistakable no-nonsense tone, “Stand at the end of the bed.”
The unseen second figure paused and spoke, “Lady, what is this? The agency never said anything about no kinky shit.” Her voice was coarse and unrefined, a stark juxtaposition to Ms. Klein’s cultured accent.
“Stand at the end of the bed!” Ms. Klein shot back, her voice adopting an I will not ask a third time tone that terrified and thrilled Nikki in equal measure. The stranger fell silent and moved across the room to the stand at the end of the bed. Ms. Klein entered now, stepping into the room and flicking the switch that controlled the lights.
Nikki blinked as her eyes adjusted, desperate to see who the newcomer was. As the room came back into focus, she looked at the girl who stood at the end of the bed. She was pretty, but rough looking. She was young, perhaps only twenty or so, yet her face looked older. Cheap makeup badly applied and badly cared for skin not helping her. Her red hair was long and thick, but looked tired and in need of a wash. Her outfit was as unsubtle as Nikki’s maid outfit, yet in a different way. Her bright pink top held enormous breasts that were pushed up to form a tantalising cleavage. The leather mini-skirt she wore was short, not even attempting to cover the fishnet stockings she wore. She looked Nikki over with a dismissive expression.
“What the fuck?” she finally said.
Ms. Klein stepped across the room, brushing past the strange girl and took a seat in the chair by the large window. She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap, sizing up the woman before her.
“This is my maid, Nikki. As you can see, she’s quite helpless and quite aroused.” She raised her hand to reveal the button that controlled the device deep within Nikki’s pussy, her manicured thumb tracing around the silver circle, before finally clicking it.
The device hummed into life, set to its highest setting and throbbing inside Nikki. She gasped, and threw her head back, arching her spine and pulling hard on the restraints that held her in place. The girl looked at her, intrigued but scared. She shook her head.
“This is too weird lady, I ain’t into this at all.”
Ms. Klein grinned, locking her eyes on the girl, “My dear, I don’t require you to be ‘into it’, I just require you to earn your money and do exactly as I say. What is your name?”
The hooker’s eyes crawled over Nikki’s body as she writhed before her, body convulsing as the vibrator thrummed a rhythmic pulse within her. “Krystal, with a K,” the girl responded.
“Well Krystal with a K, let’s start by getting you out of those whore clothes.”
Krystal shot her a venomous glance, “Wait a minute lady, I ain’t no…”
Ms. Klein glared back, “Now!”
Krystal fell silent and immediately began to undress. She lifted her tight top over her head and threw it to the floor beside her. With expert hands, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting it fall forward over her arms and sending her enormous tits spilling out. Nikki watched, her hungry mind wild with desire. She longed to bury her face in the hooker’s chest, or feel those hard nipples pressed against her own.
The girl unzipped her tight skirt and pushed it over her hips to fall to the floor. She was wearing no panties, Nikki saw, her pussy hair trimmed to a neat rectangle above her young slit. Ms. Klein’s conditioning kicked in and Nikki felt a growing disapproval forming - the mistress liked her girls completely shaved.
Ms. Klein held the controller up again and clicked the button twice in quick succession, changing the rhythm and speed of the vibration. Nikki moaned and writhed as the familiar cadence of the stimulation changed and started to build anew. Through half closed eyes, Nikki glanced at the girl standing before her. She was now naked but for her fishnet stockings and seemed unconcerned about protecting her modesty. She stared at Ms. Klein for instructions.
Ms. Klein in turn looked her over, settling back into the chair and lazily raising a slender hand to rest her head between her thumb and forefinger. She inhaled deeply, as if considering the myriad ways that she could use her latest acquisition. “Let me see now,” she purred, “Krystal, I’d like you to remove Nikki’s shoes and suck her toes.”
Krystal turned to Nikki and eyed her warily. “Sure lady, whatever gets you going.” She sat on the bed between Nikki’s trembling legs and gently ran a single finger up the inside of Nikki’s thighs, reversing direction before reaching to top of her stocking and tracing a line down to the cuff that bound her ankle. Nikki exhaled deeply at this touch, her heightened senses magnifying every input and causing waves of pleasure to course through her body.
Krystal climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside Nikki’s right foot and began to unbuckle the strappy shoe. Nikki curled her toes, enjoying freedom after hours of confinement. Tossing the sandal onto the bed beside her, Krystal lowered her mouth to Nikki’s foot and hesitantly touched her lips to the stockinged toes. Nikki moaned at the warm wetness that enveloped her foot, the touch of Krystal’s tongue shooting pleasant ripples along the length of her leg and up to her tortured pussy. She made eye contact with the girl, her pleading stare demanding that Krystal continue. Krystal took the hint and lavished attention on Nikki’s foot. She nibbled her toes, teasing the material of the stocking away in her teeth and releasing it, then licked the length of Nikki’s sole from heel to toe.
Nikki knew that Ms. Klein enjoyed having her feet worshiped but she never really understood why until now. The combination of the persistent, shifting vibration within her and the heat of this call girl’s mouth on the skin of her feet caused Nikki to roll her eyes and arch her back, senses ablaze and mind numbed with the prolonged pleasure.
Krystal turned her attention to Nikki’s left foot, shifting around and removing her other shoe. The hooker’s ass was now pointed at Ms. Klein, her pussy exposed and Ms. Klein eyed it hungrily. As Krystal set to work on Nikki’s toes, Ms. Klein stood and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, never once taking her eyes from the scene unfolding before her. Nikki watched in fascination as Ms. Klein folded her blouse, placing it on the chair behind her, then stepped out of her knee length skirt. Nikki relished the sight of her mistress’ body and longed to be permitted to taste it.
“Krystal, eat Nikki’s pussy,” Ms. Klein commanded nonchalantly, unfastening her bra and walking across the room to open a drawer in the large dresser by the closet. Krystal looked up from Nikki’s feet and opened her mouth to protest, bu
t said nothing. Her face signalled her acceptance that she had very little agency in this assignment and should probably just knuckle down and get on with it. She turned back to Nikki, stroking her calves as she stared down at her, spread wide and moaning with unfulfilled desire. Her expression changed to one of curiosity - who was this girl she was about to fuck? What hold did her client have on her? Nikki stared back, unable to form a coherent thought other than a mental plea for the girl to get on with it.
Krystal shrugged, sweeping her long red hair to one side and bent her face to Nikki’s pussy. The first touch of her tongue sent jolts of electricity through Nikki’s body causing her to gasp. Her pussy ached from hours of torment and longed for attention, and that first warm stroke set her senses ablaze. Her head thrashed from side to side and she longed to wrap her legs around the girl’s head, but the restraints held her fast. Krystal’s expert tongue picked up the pace, her fingers pinning back Nikki’s wet lips as she drew her warmth across Nikki’s clit and settled into a swirl of tight circles.
Inside her, the device beat its own rhythm, a hard pulse sometimes hitting her just as Krystal’s tongue brushed her throbbing clit and the pleasure compounded to rock her entire body with a spasm of intense pleasure. Nikki moaned, pleaded for more, begged for release.
Distantly, she became aware of Ms. Klein climbing onto the bed behind Krystal. As the girl began her work on Nikki, Ms. Klein had retrieved her favourite strapon and attached it to herself. It hung from her waist now, jet black and enormous. Nikki winced at the memory of it, distracting her from the frantic cacophony between her legs. Ms. Klein kneeled behind Krystal and gripped her hips, grinning as she eased herself into position. Krystal became aware of something happening behind her, and raised her head to look at Nikki quizzically. At that moment, Ms. Klein pushed herself forwards, slowly at first, prolonging the moment of entry into Krystal’s pussy.
Nikki watched Krystal’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open as she exhaled deeply. She tightened her grip on Nikki’s thighs as the rigid length filled her, a momentary look of panic crossing her face which softened to something else as Ms. Klein began to rhythmically drill her hole.
“Back to work, you!” Ms. Klein purred above them both. She placed a hand on Krystal’s back and pushed her back down between Nikki’s legs, never missing a stroke of her own. Nikki felt the warm tongue on her again, less intense now, pausing intermittently as Ms. Klein rammed the enormous length deeper into Krystal’s hole. As one, Nikki and Krystal moaned, both lost in their own worlds of intense lust and desire.
Nikki began to feel her orgasm building. A hint at first, a distant, intangible thing in the pit of her stomach, that radiated outwards and filled her entire body. She seized it, gripping the feeling as it rumbled ahead, gathering strength and momentum until it could not be stopped by any force in the universe. She let herself go, releasing herself into the roaring wind that tore through her. Her thoughts exploded leaving her insensate and adrift in a momentary oblivion. Her body tensed, arms and legs straining at the leather restraints until the bed beneath her creaked under the pressure.
The heat of the orgasm seemed to leap from her body, pouring through her pussy and infecting Krystal. The other girl abandoned Nikki’s clit and raised her head, casting it back and slamming her eyes shut as Ms. Kleine’s pounding reached a crescendo. “Oh fuck yes! Yes!” she cried, gripping Nikki harder, digging her nails into the soft material of Nikki’s stockings and the flesh beneath. Finally, she collapsed, her ruined body sliding off Ms. Klein’s cock to fall between Nikki’s legs. The two girls lay there, panting heavily, unable to move.
Ms. Klein stood, smiling and stared at the two girls. Raising a hand, she clicked the button, turning off the device inside Nikki. Nikki sighed with relief.
“Krystal, your money will be waiting for you on the table by the door. Thank you for your time, and please see yourself out when you have recovered. Nikki, I shall send Lilly up to release you shortly. Please see to it that you are up at 6am sharp, you have chores to do tomorrow.”
With that, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her and leaving the two girls to regain their senses.
Chapter 2
Nikki’s day began, as so many did these days, with her body curled behind the sleeping Lilly. The two maids were entirely naked and Nikki relished the feel of the other girl’s skin on hers. Her muscles ached from the prolonged restraint yesterday and the spasms of ecstasy from Krystal’s eager attention. She sighed at the memory of it and wondered what the day would have in store for them. She smiled to herself and gently kissed the back of Lilly’s neck, causing the other girl to shiver in her sleep and pull Nikki’s arm tighter around her.
At 6am, they woke, heading first to their bathroom to shower together. The soothing warm water cascaded over Nikki’s aching limbs as Lilly rubbed cream into her skin. Nikki then returned the favour, captivated by the soft skin of Lilly’s breasts as she massaged them to a lather. They dried themselves off and began to get dressed. Each girl slipped into a clean maid’s uniform - the short, black dress and crisp white apron barely covering them and allowing the tops of their seamed black stockings to be seen. Just how mistress liked them. Lilly helped her into the black heels that she tottered around on all day, caressing her feet as she did so. As Nikki did the same for Lilly, she suppressed a feeling of desire for the younger maid. She knew that she would soon get to taste her sweet pussy, but that she must wait until commanded to do so by the mistress. Ms. Klein did not tolerate disobedience and Nikki feared the consequences of upsetting her. Her hand lingered briefly on Lilly’s firm calf, keen to go further yet resisting the temptation.
They stood and left the maid’s quarters, setting about their assigned tasks. As Lilly went to the kitchen to prepare Ms. Klein’s breakfast, Nikki began by starting a laundry load and folding up yesterday’s washing. She continued to the hallway, running a feather duster across every surface and cleaning the glass in the front door. The household chores were monotonous and made difficult by her tight dress and high heels, but she enjoyed them nevertheless. She lost herself in her thoughts, replaying the previous evening over and over, remembering Lilly’s soft touch in the shower. With a jolt, she realised that she had been dusting the same vase for several minutes, her mind drifting away and arousing herself with the pleasurable thoughts. She longed for attention, longed to be able to touch herself.
A sound behind her brought her back down to earth. It was Ms. Klein with Lilly. Ms. Klein was dressed to go out somewhere, her cream jacket pulled tight around her shoulders. Briskly, she pulled her leather gloves on her hands and stood before Nikki. Nikki realised that Lilly was also prepared for a trip outside. On top of her maid dress, she wore a short beige coat, wrapped at the waist. It did little to cover her long legs, but at least looked a little less costumey than the maid dress beneath. Around her neck, she wore her collar - a thin leather strap studded with diamonds and buckled at the back. At the front of the collar was a silver ring, about a centimetre in diameter. As Nikki looked on, Ms. Klein clipped a red leash and wrapped the other end around her hand, pulling Lilly towards her.
“Nikki, Lilly and I shall be taking a drive,” she spoke, her voice dripping with sexual energy, “see to it that the house is cleaned for our return.” And with that, she turned on her heel and dragged Lilly out through the front door, slamming it behind her.
Nikki looked on and sighed. She knew that being taking out for a drive with Ms. Klein meant that Lilly would be taken into the countryside and fucked in some remote roadside reststop bathroom. Nikki loved these sordid trips and wished that it had been her turn today. Whatever the mistress wants, I suppose, she thought with a resentful shrug and got back to her chores.
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Barely a half hour after Ms. Klein’s departure, Nikki was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. She puzzled at this. Ms. Klein’s house was in an estate that was private and remote. She never had visitors and no-one bothered them unless they were
specifically summoned, like Krystal the night before.
She pondered this and set off for the door, not thinking twice about answering it in her uniform. As she crossed the hall, she thought back to her own arrival at the house many months ago. How she’d been greeted by Lilly and ushered upstairs to prepare her for the mistress. She wondered if Ms. Klein might have employed a new maid, wincing slightly at the thought of her cozy life with Lilly and Ms. Klein being disturbed.
She reached the door and swung it open, peering out into the bright morning sunshine. Standing on the porch before her, facing away from the door, was a girl. She was tall, slender and toned, wearing nothing more than a tight white t-shirt, tiny pale blue hotpants and white sneakers. Her honey colored hair fell in tumbles down her back, settling above her waist. As Nikki opened the door, she turned around. Nikki’s heart skipped a beat. This unfamiliar blonde was striking, perhaps eighteen or nineteen and extremely attractive. Her blue eyes were bright and inquisitive, her painted red lips pouted petulantly and glistened in the sunlight.
The girl looked her up and down, apparently unsurprised to be greeted by a porn cliche. Nikki spoke first, “May I help you ma’am?”
The girl grinned, “It’s possible. My name is Kaitlyn, my family moved in across the street a few weeks ago,” she turned and pointed her slender arm at the large white house opposite.
