David Crane: The family maid

Claire had, in fact, been wondering what line to take with this innocent, simple minded but oh so sexy young girl. Not wanting to scare her by being too direct, Claire had intended just to stroke her a bit, under the guise of helping her dress, and then play it by ear. She figured it might take a week or two before she got around to making love to her. But now she saw, a line of seduction that hadn't occurred to her before.

One had to use the imagination when one had dealings with the commoners, she realized.

And her fiery, lusty imagination was working overtime at the moment, as she knelt there with her face so tantalizingly close to Dolly's crotch.

"Oh, no. I never use anything like that," Dolly hastened to tell her mistress.

"But whatever do you do then, dear? Surely you can't just rub yourself off with your hands day and night?"

"Err…" That was all Dolly could think of to say; it didn't require a great deal of thought. She said it again. "Err."

Claire suddenly looked shocked.

"Surely you don't let your gentleman friend.."

"Oh, no!" Dolly squealed.

"But I don't understand. What do you do, then?"

Dolly, who masturbated with a certain regularity, blushed and averted her gaze. She said, "I don't do much, really."

"You aren't frigid?"

Something in Claire's tone made Dolly believe that it would not be advisable to feign frigidity.

"Oh, no," she said. "I have a normal, healthy sex drive."

"I simply must get to the bottom of this. You'd better tell me just what your gentleman friend does to you."

"Lout friend," Dolly corrected her.

"Yes, quite."

Dolly would have gladly lied but she didn't know in which direction to stretch the truth. Which would satisfy this remarkable woman more purity or wantonness? Dolly had no idea and felt at a loss. Claire was waiting for an answer; Dolly decided that she had better stick to the exact truth. That would place her on some level between the extremes-sandwiched between prudery and depravity but leaning, in this liberal age, towards the former.

"Well, we neck and pet," she said.

She figured that was sufficient definition, but Claire, looking interested, said, "Yes?"

The rich probably don't use words like that, Dolly thought.

She said, "I'm a virgin, but my boyfriend and I well… we touch each other." She blushed deeply.

"I see," Claire said, without any hint of her feelings concerning this admission. Then she said, "I think we had better get to the bottom of this. After all, you are to be my maid and live in my home; I have every right to know what sort of girl I employ. I'm sure you agree."

"Oh, yes, Ma'am."

"Now…you touch each other… where?" "Oh, dear," Dolly said, flustered.

"I can see that you are bashful," Claire said.

"Perhaps we can figure things out without using words which you find hard to say and blush when you hear them. Let me see. Does your loutish friend touch you.. here?"

And reaching up, Claire cupped Dolly's fat tit, squeezing gently;

Dolly gulped. But she saw that the woman was right. She was far less embarrassed at having her tit touched than she would have been if she'd had to verbally express it. For some reason which she could not fathom, it even felt rather nice.

Dolly nodded shyly.

Claire said, "Yes, I can tell that your tits are used to being caressed from the way that your nipple stiffens against my hand when I rub, like this Claire rubbed Dolly's tit, and Dolly's nipple shot out like a launched rocket.

Holding her hand cupped to Dolly's mound, Claire slipped her other hand up the maid's inner thigh. Her fingertips brushed Dolly's cunt, along the damp silk crotchband of the French panties.

Dolly held her breath..

"And here?"

Biting her lip, Dolly nodded. Claire rubbed her cunt.

"Yes… it gets very juicy when I touch it," she said. "I can tell your crumpet is accustomed to being fondled. I suppose your friend puts his hand inside your panties, too… like this?"

She slipped her fingers inside the black silk sheath and they ran up Dolly's gash.

"Ooooh," Dolly said.

Why do I feel so sexy? the girl wondered. It's not as if a man were touching me-or even a lesbian or an affectionate girlfriend. It's just a nonverbal examination. So why is my cunt starting to cream? I hope Mrs. Wintergreen doesn't get the wrong idea about me! How terribly embarrassing that would be!

Claire was stroking her clit, and Dolly was trying not to squirm in reaction.

"Does he make you come, dear?"

"S sometimes," the confused girl admitted.

"And I suppose you jerk him off?"

"Yes," she said, in a tiny little voice.

"Well, that's very handy," said Claire. "I can find no fault with that. But… how do I know you're telling me the truth? How do I know you are a virgin?"

"Oh, I am!"

"Well, I'd better make sure of that.. just so I know what sort of girl I'm harboring. You don't mind?"

Dolly had no idea how the woman would find out if she was cherry, but she shook her head.

Claire pulled the French panties down.

"Spread your legs, dear," she said.

Dolly, flaming with embarrassment-and something else opened her lush thighs. Claire leaned closer to her crotch. She gently spread Dolly's cunt lips open, gazing at the foam streaked, darker inner flesh.

"Your cunt looks maidenly," she said; she was gazing rapturously into Dolly's open gash.

"I didn't know… it was so easy… to tell," Dolly said.

"There is one certain test," Claire said. She smiled mysteriously. Her eyes were smoldering jade, and she was leaning so close that her heated breath wafted up Dolly's open pussy.

"What's that, Ma'am?" Dolly asked, nervously. "Taste," said Claire.

"Taste?"

"Of course. A virgin cunt tastes differently than a cunt that has been drenched in semen."

"I.. never knew that."

"Most people don't."

Dolly was squirming now; she couldn't help herself. And she was mortified. Whatever would the mistress think? She would surely get the wrong idea when she saw that Dolly's cunt was creaming and here clit was starting to stiffen. And Dolly couldn't understand it, herself. She tried to figure it out, though. It must have made me think of Duke.

That was it. She had wished that Duke would taste her cunt the day before, and now some connection had been made in her awareness-that explained it. Dolly had never had a mouth on her cunt and, naturally, the idea was stimulating. But she wished that it had been Mister Wintergreen who gave her the examination for virginity.

No, she didn't. Whatever was she thinking of? That would be sexual, he being a man; with his wife, it was simply a test of her purity.

Claire said, "You have no objections to allowing me to make this investigation?"

Dolly said, "I… guess not. I am… I am a virgin, I have nothing to hide."

Claire smiled. She opened Dolly's cunt lips wide and, leaning in, ran her hot tongue up the girl's sodden gash. She repeated the tongue stroke.

Dolly gurgled with the sensation, wriggling her hips and pushing her belly out. Claire paused fat a moment, her head tilted to one side, as if she were judging the virginal flavor on her tastebuds. She licked again, along stroke with her tongue cupped as it ran up the girl's flooded slot and across her tingling clit.

Again Claire paused, gazing speculatively up at Dolly's face. She smiled happily when she saw the maid's expression. She dipped her face back to the girl's crotch, and this time she pushed her stiffened tongue right up Dolly's hole, wriggling it around in the swampy tunnel. She began to tongue fuck steadily up Dolly's twat, while her lips parted and commenced to suck on the girl's cunt lips and clit. Dolly lost all control.

Her lush body rippled and she worked her cunt against Claire's face luxuriously. Claire, very satisfied at this situation, sucked and tongued with relish.