Anonymous - Pauline

"Why is it dangerous?” I asked

"Well, you see what happened… you know, when I spouted into your mouth."

"And does that mean that every time I kiss you like that, the same thing will happen?"

"I'm afraid so, darling,” he answered. “It's a dreadful temptation for a man to ‘come’ when a beautiful woman holds his rampant tool in her mouth, as you did!"

"But I ‘came’ in your mouth when you did it to me, didn't I?"

"I'll say you did, darling, and that's what I want you to do every time I caress you like that."

"Is that a promise?” I asked, kissing him.

He nodded his answer-and five minutes later, we were proving our promises to each other with relish!

During the night, he told me it was necessary for him to be away for two or three days, but that before he left, he would spend his every minute with me. It seemed he owned some land in a distant part of the country, and as there were taxes and other things to take care of, he was forced to be away.

I wouldn't allow him to leave, however, until my new maid arrived. I'll never forget the radiant smile that crossed her pretty face when she noted my scant attire-not at all like the other girl who had seemed frightened at my semi nudity, this girl looked pleased. She seemed to take it for granted, and I was sure she would be everything a maid could be.

After Paul left me, I arranged to visit the city. Paul greatly admired my pretty dressing gowns and chemises. He offered to buy them for me (he felt he had a perfect right to do this, since he was my accepted lover), and I only had to pick them out. Why refuse?

I found, upon my arrival back at the cottage, that my new maid-whose name was Geneveve, and who in the future I shall call “Gene,"-was quite a worthy maid. Everything was as spic and span as I could have hoped, and to my further delight, I found her in the act of preparing something for my dinner. She said she knew I was to be alone for a few nights and wanted to assist me in everything.

That she did mean to assist me in everything was proved that very evening, as you shall see.

After our dinner (I had insisted that she join me) I took a book and was reclining beneath a light. I had been reading but a few moments when I noticed her standing close beside me.

Wondering what she wanted, I asked her, and was surprised to hear something like this: “Madame has such lovely long hair; perhaps she would like to have me comb it for her?"

There was something delightfully refreshing about the girl; she was wearing a little dress of the type commonly worn by domestics, and revealing enough for me to determine that she was beautifully formed. Through the thin material, I could easily detect her firm breasts, the nipples of which seemed to be trying to break free. Also, I had detected the whiteness and plumpness of her thighs as she moved about here and there, and this coupled with her strange offer regarding my hair made me think kindly of her. I also wondered if it were possible that she knew more about things than I had as yet learned. The book I had been reading wasn't all that interesting, so I made up my mind I would question her a little.

It also happened that I delighted in having someone play with my hair; I had an unusually long head of it, and derived a great deal of pleasure from having it combed and fussed over.

"Why, yes,” I answered, smiling sweetly, “I would love to have you comb it for me."

I was wearing, as was usual, a thin dressing gown and low slippers, and I was lying in a more or less revealing position, but she seemed not to notice this. Without further delay, she arranged the pillows beneath my back and shoulders, and a moment later was letting down my hair.

After a few moments, I said, “What prompted you to think I liked having my hair done?"

"My last mistress liked having hers done. It was long, like yours."

"Did you like waiting on her?” I asked.

"Yes, madam. She was very kind to me."

"And why did you leave her?"

"She took a husband and is traveling in India,” Gene answered.

"I see. And if she hadn't married, would you have stayed with her?"

"Yes, madam, I liked her very much."

I became interested in this other woman. “Tell me about her,” I said. “Tell me everything of interest about her. Was she very pretty?"

"Yes, madam, she was."

"And you have seen her in an undressed condition-like I am?"

"Oh, yes, madam. I have seen her undressed many times. In fact, she was always undressed when I did her hair and massaged her."

"Oh, you massaged her too?"

"Yes, madam. You see, my former mistress liked wearing low-cut dresses, but unfortunately she had rather small breasts, so she used to have me massage them every night and morning in hopes that the stimulation would make them grow."

"That is interesting indeed,” I said. “And did your treatment help them, and did you like doing that?"

"I didn't at first, but after two or three times I got to like it."

"That's strange,” I said. “What could there be about it that you didn't like? I can't imagine anyone not liking pretty breasts."

"Oh, it wasn't that I disliked massaging them; it was something else."

"Something else?” I asked, curious and warming to the subject.

She nodded. “I hope you won't misunderstand, but, well, she liked to have me take the points between my lips and suck them."

"Indeed! And how often did you do this?"

"Every night and morning, madam,” came the ready answer.

"I see. And you liked doing it?"

"At first I didn't, but after a while I liked it."

There is no telling just where this might have led to had I not, at that moment, received a caller. I was hardly dressed to receive visitors, and I had Gene receive them while I hurried to my room to don suitable covering. It proved to be my aged manager bringing still another member of the company for me to meet. She was a middle-aged woman, rather motherly I thought, and this proved to be so, although she was unusually broad-minded for one her age. We spent a pleasant hour, and then she left.

The spell had worn off, and since Gene had about finished my hair, I retired to bed where I read myself to sleep.

I was awakened by my maid, who smilingly told me breakfast was ready and would be served as soon as I had bathed. Imagine my surprise when she followed me into the bathroom where she assisted me at my toilet, insisting upon sponging my back and drying me. This was rather a new experience for me; I had had maids, but never one who waited upon me literally hand and foot.

After breakfast, I was in for another treat. The morning was bright and clear, and dreadfully warm. As I reclined before a window, Gene said, “You know, madam, seeing you lying there makes me think of my former mistress; she delighted in taking sunbaths each morning while I arranged her hair."

"And sucked the nipples of her titties?” I interrupted, smiling.

Gene laughed and nodded her head.

"All right, dear,” I said, “you can arrange my hair, and then, if you're very good, I'll let you suck the nipples of my titties. Mine, however, are rather nice, don't you think?” I said, throwing the folds of my gown back to better reveal them.

Having been without my lover's splendid cock throughout the night, I was feeling unusually randy that morning, and I thrilled anew when Gene answered, “They are very beautiful, madam, and I should consider it an honor to be allowed to massage them."

"Very well,” I answered. “Since you think them so nice, suppose we let the hair go for the moment. Come here on your knees, so I can determine if you are as good as you are leading me to believe."

I noted the change in her at once as she knelt beside me. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright. If I was any judge at all, this girl knew more than she had let on so far.