Unknown - Her brute master

I pulled Mandy's head up to mine and kissed her on the lips. I could taste a little of my cunt on her mouth.

"Come on," I said. I pulled her out of the water after me.

She went limp and let me drape her over me. She covered me with her wet, slippery body and kissed me with her wet, slippery tongue. Our sweat mixed.

I remember it was Tuesday morning, the few days we had together seemed like a short lifetime. I was sleeping, dreaming I was at the seashore. I walked into the ocean and it was warm. The water lapped at my legs and sent waves of peaceful warmth through my body. I walked further into the water, savoring the feeling of peace, wanting to completely lose myself in it.

The water reached my vagina and I relaxed down into it. I laid back and let the water close over me, completely enveloping me. The weight of the ocean pressed on my chest. To my surprise I could still breathe.

At that point I started to wake up. I slowly came to the realization that I was in my bed and not in the ocean. The weight I felt was Mandy's body, draped over mine. Her face was between my legs, her mouth and tongue were the instruments of my feelings of oceanic bliss.

Her knees were on either side of my head, her pussy was right in my face. I leaned forward and gave it a little lick.

Mandy grunted happily and wiggled her ass, encouraging me to continue. Meanwhile she began licking my clit with renewed energy, making me move my hips and groan with pleasure.

She was so sweet, so considerate, the gentlest of all possible lovers, I felt my heart going out to her. I licked her sweet little cunt with the same tenderness I would give to her mouth.

She licked and sucked all around my cunt, licking my whole pubic area, making my pussy lips all red and swollen with desire. She reveled in the kinky smoothness of my clean-shaven state. I think she liked to fantasize that I was a very young girl she was seducing, someone who hadn't even had her first period.

It didn't take her long before she had me coming in her mouth. I lifted my legs in the air to give her better access to my love box and she thanked me by sticking her tongue as deep into my pussy as it could go. My orgasm rose to meet her and she licked my come juice out of my snatch, hungrily, avidly, as if she could never get enough.

I understood, then, the pleasure I was able to give to my master. I could experience the sweet pleasure of someone else's slavish devotion to me. Mandy derived her satisfaction from giving me orgasms. I was more than happy to give her what she wanted, since it involved only my enjoying myself, and being serviced by a loved one.

When she came, and she always came at least once whenever we made love, whether or not I even touched her, her pussy juice was thick and creamy, like whipping cream. After the first time I tasted it, I always wanted to lick it up, the taste of it somehow reminded me of my first orgasms as a little girl.

So Mandy and I were hard on our way to building a lesbian heaven for ourselves to live in, but I knew it would soon have to end. My master would be home any time, now, and I hadn't told Mandy anything about Him. I was afraid she wouldn't understand, that she'd be jealous, that she'd cry.

I was right. She did all those things.

We were lying in each other's arms, enjoying the after-glow of our mutual orgasms, the taste of each other still in our mouths, when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, my dear." I recognized His voice immediately.

"Good morning." I felt my voice and my heart melt into the phone. He was back and wanted me! Mandy stiffened at my side, sensing the threat to her relationship with me.

"Have you enjoyed your time off?"

"Yes, Sir, I have very much." Mandy pulled a little away from me when she heard me say "Sir".

"I'm glad. Please report for work at three o'clock."

"Yes, Sir, I'll be there."

He hung up.

Mandy climbed out of bed and started getting dressed.

"What's the matter?" I asked her.

"Nothing's the matter. I have to work out, that's all." She wouldn't look at me.

"Mandy, you're running away from me the same way you ran away from those boys that first night we were together."

She turned to me accusingly, angry and hurt. "I can tell what's going on. Don't lie to me. That was a man wasn't it? I could tell by your voice. You can't fool me."

"Mandy, please, don't go." I wanted her to stay but I couldn't deny what she said. I hated to hurt her, but what could I say?

"'Mandy, don't go,'" she taunted me. "You just want me to stay so you can laugh at me. I can see you, you and your boyfriend, making fun of the poor little lesbian."

She headed for the door. I had to chase her out into the hallway while I was still naked and drag her back into my room.

"Mandy, please," I said after I had gotten her inside, "that was a man, you were right. But he's not my 'boyfriend'. He's my employer. I work for Him part-time, at His house. Sometimes I have to stay over, but that's all. It's just a business relationship."

She wasn't convinced. She sensed the truth of my devotion to Him, even though I denied it.

"He's a wonderful man to work for and I admire Him a lot. That's all." I continued the deception hoping to keep her from guessing the truth. Not wanting her to feel hurt or rejected, especially not by me.

I wasn't able to completely soothe her fears, though, probably because I hated to lie to someone who so obviously loved me. But she did give me a brave little smile when she kissed me good-bye. I sincerely hoped there were some way we could continue to be happy together while I maintained my relationship with my master.

Because, even though Mandy was able to give me pleasure like I had never before experienced, I didn't feel the deep, bone-melting satisfaction that I felt with my master. I was immediately reminded of that the instant I heard His voice on the phone. I melted with desire for Him and Mandy knew it.

At three o'clock exactly I rang the bell at the front door of His house. The door buzzed open and I entered. I shut the door behind me and waited in the entry-way, with my suitcase in my hand.

I had brought a few more things with me this time, mostly books and pens. I wanted to be able to occupy my time if my master did not have other duties for me.

I hadn't waited more than a few minutes before He came down the stairs, smiling, with His arms outstretched.

"Jodie, my dear. It's good to see you again." He kissed me on both cheeks.

"It's wonderful to see you, Sir."

"You look healthy, you've gotten some color in your cheeks. Are you ready to get back to work?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered, brightly.

"Good. Change into your uniform and wait for me in the pleasure room. I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Yes, Master." I hurried up the stairs to carry out His wishes.

I ran into the maid's quarters and pulled off all my clothes. I can't describe the feelings that ran through me, they were so paradoxical and seemingly contradictory. I stood clothed in my nakedness. I was less indecent in my skin than I was in quasi-French maid's uniform. But, indecent as it was, I felt comfortable in it. The tighter the waist, the more awkward the heels, the more natural I felt wearing them.

I dressed as quickly as I could. I inspected the finished product before leaving the room. I added a fresh layer of blood red lipstick to my lips. It made me look even cheaper and more tawdry. I pranced in front of the mirror swinging my hips as I walked. I could pass for a whore in a brothel. I liked the effect, it made my pussy moist.

I walked down the hall to the pleasure room. I went in as instructed to wait. I was so excited, so eager to get back to work pleasing my master that I could hardly stand still.