Maid to Serve

by Ray Gordon

  She felt confused, torn between her aversion for what the couple were intending and her shameful attraction to the other girl, an attraction that was only intensified by the still simmering sexual pleasure she’d just experienced. For some perverse reason she actually relished the idea of tying Amy to the table, of having her at her mercy, to do with as she chose. Was she about to, and wanting to, live out a fantasy that she’d never even suspected of existing before now? Resist the dominant pair, the battle raged in her head, or gratefully accept their offer of enjoying Amy’s beautiful body?

  ‘Take Hayley’s place on the table,’ the woman encouraged Amy in a firm but husky whisper. ‘Lie back and take her place. I know you want to.’

  And deep down, although she would never admit it to either Michael or Belinda Philips, and didn’t even want to admit it to herself, Hayley wanted her to.

  ‘Do as she tells you,’ she whispered. ‘The sooner you obey the sooner it will be over.’

  Lying back and taking her position on the table Amy looked a little uncertain, which surprised Hayley as she gazed down into the dark pools of the girl’s wide eyes. She looked so sexy and vulnerable, but Michael had fucked her so she wasn’t the little innocent she portrayed. Had she instigated that little liaison and any others they’d indulged in, or had he seduced her? Did Belinda know of her husband’s infidelity and the maid’s promiscuity?

  Bending and tying Amy’s ankles, Michael assured her that everything would be just fine. Amy seemed to accept that, but did offer a little protest when he moved around the table and pulled her arms behind her head to bind her wrists. But it was too late and a pretty feeble objection, and did nothing to dissuade him from performing his task and rendering her bound and helpless on the wooden surface.

  Then Belinda slowly unbuttoned her blouse and laid it open, and even Hayley couldn’t deny the somersault of excitement she enjoyed in the pit of her stomach as she gazed upon the perfection of the beautiful girl’s naked breasts, eyeing the ripeness of her nipples.

  ‘You have a beautiful body, Amy,’ Belinda said. ‘Doesn’t she have a beautiful body, Hayley?’

  ‘I... I...’ Hayley murmured awkwardly, never having had to speak so intimately about another girl before. ‘Yes, ma’am... she is beautiful.’

  ‘Well she’s yours to enjoy, my dear,’ Belinda encouraged, gently folding the hem of Amy’s skirt up to her waist, exposing her white panties for the threesome to see. ‘Take her as a little present from me to you; a sign of my appreciation for the pleasure you just gave me.’

  Reaching out tentatively, finding the offer too much to resist or refuse, Hayley pressed two inquisitive fingertips to the outline of the girl’s vulva through her soft panties, running the tips up and down the tightly closed entrance to her sweet pussy. Did she want to abuse the girl for deceiving her, or did she want to love her? The girl remained silent and watched as Hayley toyed with the fleshy lips of her vagina through the increasingly damp cotton of her underwear.

  Then, growing bolder, sensing the couple were pleased with her so far, she used her other hand to ease the damp gusset aside and carefully slipped a finger deep into Amy’s tight vagina, using the ball of her thumb to locate and massage her clitoris. This was another bizarre first, she mused, wondering at her sexual inclinations as she began to pump her straightened finger in and out of the girl’s sex sheath. Should she lick her there too? She’d licked Belinda’s pussy, sucked on her ripe clitoris and given her an orgasm. Would Amy also enjoy the feel of her mouth and tongue stimulating the lips of her pussy? Yes, Hayley knew she would.

  Unable to control her inner desires, Hayley leaned closer over the girl’s naked body, pressed her hot face between her parted thighs, and gingerly kissed the soft curls of hair on her pubic mound. Enjoying that, and growing bolder, she moved lower as she continued to massage deep inside Amy’s vagina, and used her tongue to tease the sensitive tip of the girl’s erect clitoris. Amy gasped, her tethered body writhing as she arched her back, Hayley savouring the heavenly taste of her moist sex valley. She felt surprisingly good and remarkably turned on by having the girl bound and at her mercy. The tables had turned, and she was enjoying this new experience.

  Still licking and sucking the girl’s swollen clitoris, Hayley slipped a second finger into the wet heat of her tight vagina, sucking the tiny pink bulb of her clitoris into her hungry mouth, repeatedly sweeping her tongue over the sensitive tip. Amy let out gasps of pleasure as her toned body shook fiercely. She was approaching her climax, and a tide of female nectar glazed Hayley’s thrusting fingers and anointed her twisting tongue.

  ‘I’m... I’m going to come,’ Amy sobbed with a rush of breath, her clitoris pulsating beneath Hayley’s sweeping tongue, her vaginal muscles gripping her thrusting fingers, and she arched her back and let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm erupted from deep within. Sucking and licking the girl’s pulsating clitoris, fingering her drenched vagina, Hayley delighted in sustaining her amazing orgasm. Amy would reciprocate, she hoped. Belinda would surely see to that. Desperate for the relief of her own release Hayley would kneel astride her captive’s face as Belinda had done and press the swollen lips of her sex down hard against her open mouth.

  Amy shuddered a rush of breath as Hayley reached out and squeezed the firm mounds of her breasts. Pinching and pulling the girl’s ripe nipples, adding to her sexual pleasure, Hayley managed to feed a third finger into the hot duct of her contracting vagina. Amy was tight and very wet, her body trembling as Hayley attended to her intimately. Loving every minute of the performance, Hayley again sucked hard on the girl’s clitoris, sweeping her tongue over the sensitive protrusion as her young lover writhed and squirmed in the grip of her climax.

  With her pleasure peaking and her young body glowing with bliss, Amy again cried out as Hayley sustained her incredible torment, listening to the squelching of Amy’s juices as she sucked her pulsating clitoris. Delighting in the taste of the fragrant nectar she pushed her tongue into Amy’s vagina and licked the silky walls.

  Finally slowing her ministrations as Amy convulsed and begged her to stop, Hayley placed an affectionate kiss on her clitoris and then pulled away slightly. Amy was drifting down from her sexual heaven, her body calming, and she breathed deeply in the aftermath of her pleasure, her naked breasts rising alluringly as she filled her lungs.

  Standing upright Hayley was again aware of her own juices seeping down her inner thighs. Her expectant clitoris was aroused again, and she needed her own orgasm now more than ever.

  Amy said nothing, but lay inert as her tormentor climbed onto the table and placed her knees on either side of her head, just as Belinda had done to her. Still dreamily replete the girl opened her mouth as Hayley lowered her hips and pressed her hairless sex hard against her succulent lips.

  ‘Use your tongue on me,’ Hayley ordered, her juices flowing freely and coating Amy’s chin, mouth and nose. ‘Use your naughty tongue on my cunt,’ she urged crudely, the coarseness of her words sending her own arousal soaring, and she shuddered as she felt the girl’s tongue slip between her sex lips and drive deep into her wet vagina. With her thighs parted and squeezing another girl’s flushed face, whose tongue was fluttering inquisitively deep inside the sheath of her vagina, she had never known such intense sexual delight – not even from the experienced Belinda.

  ‘Suck me,’ she urged huskily. ‘Lick me and suck my clitoris,’ and Amy immediately followed her instruction, sucking Hayley’s swollen pleasure bud into her mouth, her intuitive tongue snaking around the base of her clitoris, sweeping over the sensitive tip, working expertly on pleasuring the girl squatting on her, attending her most intimate feminine needs. Looking down, focusing on the lips of her vagina locked to the lips of the girl’s mouth, Hayley rocked her hips, their coupling sending quivers through her contracting insides, and she ground against Amy’s face.

  Whimpering in her ecstasy as the trapped girl conc
entrated on her erect clitoris, Hayley unbuttoned her blouse and freed her breasts. Tweaking her own nipples, adding to her incredible pleasure, she rolled her head back and closed her eyes. Pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples as Amy worked deftly on her clitoris, she felt the birth of her orgasm stirring deep within her churning insides. She was going to come, she knew as she began to shake uncontrollably. Again she was going to come.

  ‘Yes...’ she cried, her face flushing as the explosion of her orgasm erupted between her thighs. Shockwaves of pure sexual bliss crashing through her young body as Amy stoked her pleasure, she gasped as lurid images of Michael’s erect penis ploughing into Amy loomed in her mind. As her juices drenched Amy’s sex-flushed face she wondered if she should allow him the pleasure of her body too.

  ‘Don’t stop,’ she murmured, riding the crest of her orgasm, imagining the tight lips of her pussy rolling back and forth along a rock-hard cock, and she shrieked a scream of pleasure as her orgasm peaked and rocked her very soul. Alive with sensations, her curvaceous body shaking fiercely, she pulled and twisted her nipples to add the pleasure of pain to her ecstasy.

  In her delirious mind she recalled the beautiful spankings, and knew that she had discovered the exquisite beauty of a blend of pain and sexual pleasure. The thought of her buttocks stinging beneath Belinda’s hand combining with the pleasure radiating from her pulsating clitoris was almost too much to bear. Hayley had discovered the secrets of sexual ecstasy, but with her dreamy bliss finally beginning to wane, she knew she needed to sample the delights of Michael’s cock too.

  ‘No more,’ she gasped, her sex juices glistening on Amy’s beautiful, upturned face. As though in a dream she managed to climb off the table. Swaying on her trembling legs as her pussy juice seeped down her inner thighs, she leaned against the table’s edge to steady herself.

  Amy looked up at her, and then at Belinda, and then at Michael, her dark eyes smiling as she licked her wet lips with her mischievous tongue. It was going well, Hayley sensed. Belinda looked pleased.

  ‘You’re amazing,’ Amy breathed, sighing wearily.

  ‘So are you,’ Hayley said honestly, buttoning her blouse, knowing she needed no permission to do so. ‘I think we’re going to get on very well from now on, you and me.’ She reached out and gently stroked Amy’s damp fringe from her perspiring brow. ‘I think you’re lovely...’

  ‘You’re not going to try and run away again, then?’ Belinda interrupted the tender scene. ‘No more silliness on that score?’

  ‘No, ma’am,’ Hayley said, feeling distinctly sincere as she said it, ‘I’m not going to try to run away again. I have a feeling things are going to be very different at Hadleigh Manor from now on.’

  The woman smiled, looked at her husband, then back at the two girls purring over each other affectionately. ‘Good, because I have that feeling too.’

  Chapter 11

  Hearing Michael in the study the following morning, Hayley hovered outside the door. Dressed in her short skirt, the top few buttons of her blouse undone and revealing the firm upper slopes of her breasts and a teasing glimpse of her cleavage, she was still unsure about her intentions. What could she say to the man? How was she going to ask him to seduce her? Did she really want him to seduce her? Since her unbelievable experiences yesterday she wasn’t sure what she did want or didn’t want at all.

  ‘Oh, Hayley,’ Michael said pleasantly as she knocked and entered the room. ‘How are you getting on?’

  ‘I... I’d like to speak to you about something...’ she sheepishly ventured.

  ‘And I’d like to speak to you about something,’ Belinda said, appearing in the doorway behind Hayley.

  ‘Oh, yes ma’am?’ Hayley said, turning sharply and facing the woman, her sudden presence surprising her.

  ‘Up in my bedroom,’ the woman told her. ‘Follow me.’

  ‘But, I have work to be getting on with,’ she said a little uncertainly, noticing Michael moving towards her, clearly intending to go upstairs with her and his wife. Her relationship with the married couple was about to move on a few stages, she sensed. ‘I was about to prepare something for lunch.’

  ‘Up to my room, young lady,’ the woman said sternly. ‘After reaching such an understanding last night I’m surprised and disappointed that you’re back to defying me again.’

  ‘I’m not defying you, ma’am,’ Hayley said. ‘It’s just that yesterday was a major landmark in my life and I have a lot to contemplate and come to terms with—’

  ‘Do as my wife says, Hayley,’ Michael said, gripping her upper arm and gently directing her towards the woman, who stepped aside at the open door, allowing them a clear passage to exit the room.

  ‘Up to my bedroom, young lady,’ Belinda repeated. ‘And please don’t keep arguing with me.’

  Upstairs, as the couple ushered her into the bedroom, Hayley was not surprised to see Amy standing meekly beside her boss’s dressing table, her head bowed, her fingers clasped together in front of her.

  Without another word Belinda and Michael helped Hayley to kneel on the large double bed, resting on her forearms and knees, and putting forth no further verbal or physical resistance she couldn’t believe she was back almost where she started, her bottom perfectly positioned for yet another spanking.

  Folding Hayley’s skirt up onto her hips, exposing her white panties to three appreciative pairs of eyes, Belinda was obviously intent on taking Hayley’s seduction further. The girl began more and more accepting the inevitable, and closed her eyes as she felt the woman stroke her buttocks and allow her fingers to toy idly against the outline of her sex lips through her panties. At least Hayley now knew what their intentions were, and she had a pretty good idea of where it was all leading.

  The hand left the smoothness of her rump and Hayley braced herself, awaiting the inevitable onslaught. The atmosphere in the room was electric, charged with silent anticipation and sexual tension.

  The palm struck and Hayley rocked forward on her forearms, her lowered brow brushing against the bedcovers. She gasped quietly, the sting permeating her tensed buttocks.

  The palm struck again, and then a third time in slow, calculated fashion. Then fingers pinched the elastic waistband of her panties and she held her breath as they were peeled down her thighs, cringing at the thought that each of the three present could now see her naked rear, and her shaved sex peeping from between her thighs.

  ‘Two more on your bare bottom, young lady, and then we will proceed,’ the domineering woman informed her, breaking the heavy silence in the sultry room. ‘A little pain always helps concentrate the mind and enhance the pleasure, I find. Pain focuses the senses and helps one appreciate the joys of gratification.’

  The woman straightened up again, having peeled the skimpy white underwear down to the girl’s knees, raised her hand, and then it swept down and impacted with a loud slap against Hayley’s naked, exposed bottom, making her rock forward once again. Twice more the hand slapped against the reddening buttocks, the last collision of flesh against flesh extricating a brief sob from the tensed, kneeling girl.

  There was a long pause, when only Hayley’s ragged breathing disturbed the heavy atmosphere, and then Belinda spoke again. ‘Roll over onto your back, young lady.’ Hands rested on the girl’s shoulders and gently pulled. ‘Come on,’ the woman urged again, ‘do as I say. Turn over and lie on your back.’

  Meekly Hayley obeyed, wincing when her spanked bottom came into contact with the bedcovers, closing her eyes against the shame of seeing the three onlookers witnessing her humiliating spanking.

  ‘Amy, get on the bed with your knees on either side of Hayley’s head,’ the woman instructed. ‘Like I did last night, but this time I want you to face her feet.’

  ‘But, ma’am...’ the girl mumbled.

  ‘Just do it, girl,’ Belinda insisted firmly, clearly in no mood to be argued with. Spanki
ng Hayley certainly hadn’t seemed to have lightened her demeanour.

  Hayley knew she was going to be ordered to lick the girl’s sex as Amy clambered onto the bed and placed her knees against her shoulders. Leaning forward with her hands positioned on the bed on each side of Hayley’s hips, she offered no more futile protests as Belinda, as she liked to do, folded her skirt onto her hips and left her buttocks naked. Hayley gazed up at her sex lips, her early juices of arousal – probably induced by watching Hayley’s spanking – coating them and the tops of her inner thighs, and wondered if she was to be spanked too. She sensed this was only the beginning of what was to be a long encounter of decadent indulgences. Belinda needed no reason or excuse to administer her sadistic punishments, Hayley had learnt that much very soon after arriving at Hadleigh Manor, and she clearly needed no excuse to indulge in her sexual preferences either.

  And then Hayley’s ponderings were interrupted as she heard Belinda directing Michael to kneel on the bed behind Amy. What did she have in mind for him to do?

  The mattress sank as the man’s weight was added to it, his knees planted firmly just behind and inside Amy’s, and Hayley watched in stunned amazement as his erect penis bobbed and pulsed just above her spellbound face, the bulbous purple globe docked between the pink lips of Amy’s sex, and then slowly disappeared from view, the kneeling girl groaning in unison with the penetration, her face instinctively sinking between Hayley’s thighs and her tongue instantly locating her clitoris. Never before had she witnessed such an explicit thing, let alone at such close quarters, and even the clever tongue stoking her arousal couldn’t distract her attention from what she was watching mere inches from her face. The man’s penis was large and stout, stretching Amy’s lips tight around its gnarled length as he gripped her hips and started to plough it back and forth.