Anonymous - Pauline

I noted, too, that she didn't attack the nipples at once; instead, she traced little lines about both my titties, starting at the base of each and circling them in little spirals, coming to the nipples as a last resort. I use the word “resort” because that is the word best suited to it, for I could see from the moment she started on the unusual job that she was trying to arouse me. And she did arouse me, too.

Finally I said: “Really, dear, you are even better than my lover; but he's not so stingy with his kisses!” I saw the strange light in her eyes as she raised them and stared into mine, and I went on, “Naughty girl! I'll bet you did something else for your former mistress, if the truth were known!"

I thought at first that I had carried my naughty suggestions too far, for there came a strange expression over her face; it seemed as though she was frightened, but a moment later, I found this wasn't so. She said, “I didn't want you to know, but-well, I did have to do something else!"

She blushed a little, and I said, “I knew it, you little dear. But don't you think for a moment that makes any difference to me. I happen to know that many women employ girls for all sorts of reasons; I myself have had girls, so you needn't hold any secrets from me. Now tell me, dear, what was it you used to do for her?"

Gene blushed deeply for a moment, then: “She used to make me play with her curls-there,” She said, pointing in the general direction of my pussy.

She still wore that strange expression about her eyes, and I said: “And I'll bet you liked that, too, you little pet, didn't you?"

She nodded, then: “Like I told you, I didn't at first, but I did after a few times."

It was a strange thing, this unusual experience with my maid, a girl I knew little or nothing about; but as I said, I was in a strange mood that day and I found myself liking her more and more with each passing moment. Then, too, there was something charmingly feminine about Gene. And I was suddenly overcome with the desire to see her little pussy. It occurred to me that if I was quite careful and didn't hurry this strange flirtation, I might develop a real friendship with her. If I hadn't mistaken my guess, Gene would prove a splendid alternative when Paul was away.

But I was not going to rush this budding friendship.

I said, “Very well, Gene, you little dear. If you are a really good girl, I'll let you try it on me a little later, but in the meantime you might continue to kiss and caress my titties-it makes me feel dreadfully naughty.” Gazing at her in a most suggestive manner, I continued, “That's what my lover, Paul, does before he gives me his lovely big rammer."

Smilingly, Gene did my bidding. Her lips skipped all about my breasts, sucked the nipples in turn, and showed in a dozen ways that she was perfectly satisfied with her lot.

But I didn't want to spoil it all by hurrying matters, so after a few moments, I said, “There Gene, you delightfully naughty girl, I guess you had best stop your naughty sucking for a little while; you've got me as randy as can be,” and I playfully pushed her off. “After lunch, perhaps I'll have you entertain me again-if you are good!"

I could see the disappointment in her eyes as I said this, but I was determined to make her wait for the “good things” I intended offering her red lips.

About the middle of the afternoon, however, I began putting my plan into action. I realized that it wasn't fair to Paul to develop a flirtation with even this little maid, but my lascivious mind conjured all sorts of strange ideas; I wanted to be entertained. Even Paul's wonderful cock hadn't robbed me of my thoughts of a pretty girl. Indeed, I had already given promise to myself that I was through with women and girls. But the fact that Paul was away-and likely to be away often-led my thoughts into these weird channels.

Included with the furniture contained in my cottage was an old-fashioned piece which resembled a bed chair of the type used by elderly women during their declining years. It had a sort of footrest that could be used when one wished to partly recline. When I first saw it, I thought it about the most uncomfortable thing in the house, but my eyes fell upon it now as about the best possible medium with which to bring about the desired results.

"You naughty girl,” I said, dropping off my gown completely and seating myself in the wicked-looking affair, “this morning you made me feel dreadfully nice with your lovely lips, and aching for more. But I'm to be alone tonight; I won't have my lover's kisses.” I tried to be calm, but I hoped she would take the hint. I think she did, for her cheeks became flushed and her eyes again took on that strange light I had previously seen.

I was stark naked, and I thrilled as I watched Gene's eyes sweep over me. Noting this, I said, “And if you're real nice about it and make me feel good, perhaps I'll let you do my hair down here,” touching my hairy mound.

That Gene was more than willing to get at the task was plainly shown by the manner in which she went about it. Watching her for a few moments, I said, “Tell me, dear, how did it come about that your former mistress insisted upon your doing such a delightful thing for her?"

For the first time, a frightened look came into her eyes, then: “I suppose I might as well confess-you will find it out sooner or later anyway.” There was a faraway look in her eyes as she went on: “My former mistress-the one before my last one, I mean-mislaid some of her jewelry, and I was accused of taking it. The police made a great fuss about it and I was taken to the workhouse."

The sincerity of Gene's story was proven a moment later by the appearance of tears beneath her lashes; then she dropped her eyes, saying, “But why should I trouble you with all this-"

"Oh, but I wish to hear it,” I said. “Your story interests me; go on, tell me all about it."

"Well,” she went on, “my last mistress was a great friend of the lady who accused me of taking her gems. That night, shortly after I had been confined in the workhouse, my mistress found her jewelry where she herself had placed it. But she was afraid to let her mistake be known; the lady who had been her friend-the same one for whom I worked before coming to you-took advantage of the situation and came to me, telling me she would see to it that I was let out at once providing I would work for her as her maid. Naturally I was overjoyed and promised anything. It was some time before I discovered the discrepancy in her statement, but it wasn't long before I discovered the true state of my late mistress's intentions toward me; for though I had never given my former mistress any reason to think that I liked her in any other than a purely platonic nature, she took a deep interest in my well-being. I didn't, of course, want to do the things she hinted at, but she continually held it over my head that she had taken me from the workhouse, and if I didn't do her bidding, she would see to it that I was returned there at the earliest possible moment."

"Well?” I encouraged her, seeing that she hesitated. “What then?"

"It was then she insisted that I play with her breasts."

"But,” I pointed out, “you told me but a little while ago that you liked doing it. Don't tell me now that you were fibbing me."

"No, madam, I wasn't telling a lie. It was true that I didn't want to do it at first, but, as I said, she held it over my head, and I was obliged to do it, and-well, I got to like doing it, I guess."

"Then,” I said, smiling prettily at her, “seeing that she was getting you to go that far, she insisted that you do her other hair. Is that it?"

She nodded, blushing as she did so.

"And you got to the point where you liked that, too?"

Again she nodded. “Yes, ma'am."