A Tale of Two Maids

by Tom Tame

  sounded like a steam valve releasing pressure. Alyssa had been about to let go, but Mister Zebra had different ideas.

  "Hold it. Bite it. Pull it. Give it a tug. Make her feel it for what she did to you. Make her pay."

  Finally, Alyssa let it go and Miss Sophia gasped terribly, whimpering, panting.

  Then the room stopped as Mister Zebra flopped his fully engorged cock down on Miss Sophia's belly. He

  grinned. He had their attention and he was enjoying it. "Now, girls, gaze into each other's eyes again. Sophie, you

  little slut, show your husband what I'm doing to you. Alyssa, you watch close, because you've never seen anything

  like this before. I'm going to fuck her like you never could, and once I do, she'll never want you again. Not like that.

  She'll take you as one girl takes another, soft and sweet, but this is it for you."

  He chuckled even as the minds of the girls churned with fear, anger and arousal.

  Alyssa did look into Miss Sophia's eyes. What's going to happen?

  Miss Sophia blinked and swallowed. I don't know.

  Mister Zebra was methodical. For the longest time, he only rubbed his cock on Miss Sophia's belly.

  Centimeter by centimeter, however, he slowly made the journey down, until he was rubbing the head of his cock up

  and down over Sophie's pussy lips, so light she couldn't truly get any sensation, only a whisper of a promise.

  Even as she stared into Miss Sophie's face--seeing her struggle, the pleading to be entered, to be filled, to be

  fucked--the image of Mister Zebra's cock lingered in her mind. It was big and it was perfect. No husband had a cock

  like that, so hard and supreme. What hope did any man have when there were men like that in the world?

  Suddenly, Miss Sophia's lips parted and she gasped. Alyssa peeked long enough to realize that Mister Zebra

  had divided her pussy with the head of his cock and was sliding it between her swollen lips. Sophie was so wet that

  they could all hear the sweet little comedic tune her pussy was playing, squish, squish, squish, squish.

  It went on forever and with each passing moment, Alyssa could see the need growing wild in Miss Sophia's

  eyes. She was trapped, helpless, and all she wanted in all the world was to be filled completely with Mister Zebra's

  cock, and the man was an expert at holding back. Waves of emotion rolled through them both, appearing first on

  Miss Sophia's face, then spreading like a contagion to Alyssa. The need turned into raw emotion which expressed

  itself as wanton sobbing. The sobbing wove around itself and melted into a hot fist of arousal. She began to moan

  and plead. The arousal tied itself into a knot and Miss Sophia collapsed, limp, exhausted from the tension, the

  waiting, the anticipation, until the exhaustion faded and the arousal began anew, only deeper.

  Through it all, Mister Zebra kept up his gentle, devilishly slow rubbing, until even he finally had enough.

  He growled at Alyssa. "Look at her eyes now. Watch what happens to her." He chuckled like the devil making a

  bargain with a fool.

  Alyssa tightened her grip on Sophia's wrists, gazing down at her. What's going to happen?

  Please . . . God . . . please. . . .

  Sophie wasn't home anymore. The light in her eyes, the intelligence was gone. There was only the need and

  the need was supreme.

  Mister Zebra placed the head of his cock just inside Sophie's pussy and began to slowly push inside her.

  Sophie bit her lip and cried out, but then Mister Zebra began to withdraw. "No, no, no, don't stop, no, no,

  no, no--"

  He grinned and began to push himself inside her again. His eyes found Alyssa's and what she saw there sent

  chills down her spine. It's all going to change now.

  He was inside her by degrees, increments that lasted forever. By the time he was thrusting himself fully

  inside her and pulling out, Sophie was beyond all reason. They watched the motion of his contact reverberate

  through her body like a pebble rippling the smooth surface of a pond. Each thrust sent ripples across the flesh of her

  hips and belly, shaking her breasts violently. Her mouth was open and gasping for breath between moans. Where

  beads of sweat had once formed on her skin, now there were rivulets. Sweat pooled in her naval, matted down her

  hair to her cheeks and forehead, made her wrists slippery beneath Alyssa's gripping fingers.

  After an eternity, Sophie began to swallow reflexively, gathering up enough saliva in her mouth to plead for

  an ending. "C-clit. P-Please . . . t-touch my c-clit."

  Mister Zebra laughed. "No. You're going to cum the old fashioned way." She tossed her head violently and

  moaned in response.

  It was clear to Alyssa that Miss Sophia was exhausted, and probably dehydrated. She'd come to close

  climax several times, but always Mister Zebra slowed his pace until she could only weep with frustration.

  Miss Sophia's eyes reached out to Alyssa then. "P-Please . . . touch my clit. Please, Alyssa. Please."

  It was as simple as pulling a trigger on a gun. One touch and it would all be over. Mister Zebra was

  torturing her and it was an easy thing to end. Alyssa looked pleadingly at him. He shook his head, out of breath, but

  mostly in charge of his senses. "Kiss her."

  Alyssa bent over Sophie and softly brought their mouths together. Their lips were wet with sweat and as

  Sophie parted hers, the wetness increased. Their tongues danced around one another. If Alyssa could kiss her deeply

  enough, hot enough, maybe they could defy Mister Zebra's will and spark the great orgasm he'd been denying her.

  Miss Sophia moaned and hummed the words--even as her lips slide in the wet mess of their kiss--"I love

  you."

  Alyssa pulled away and nodded. "I love you, Miss Sophia."

  Mister Zebra thrust into her faster, stealing her away again. He barked an order at Alyssa. "Make her suck

  your tits."

  Alyssa nodded. It was everything she could do not to automatically curtsy. She pulled the top of her dress

  down and crawled onto the bed, gathering up Miss Sophia's slick, sweaty breasts, intending to lick the salt off of

  them. Sophie caught Alyssa's soft breast in her mouth and began to suckle them, tenderly at first, then harder, then

  cruelly, paying special attention to her nipples, because she knew what it would do to her. It was almost revenge.

  Their moans joined each other like two cats in heat warbling in the night.

  Mister Zebra slid his hands under Sophie's ass then and tilted her pelvis up. "It's time. Time to cum, you

  little slut." He bent his knees and began fucking her at an angle, forcing her hips up so he could fuck the upper wall

  of her pussy, gauging his thrusts until he saw her body spasm once. Her shrieking moan came a moment later.

  Alyssa felt the convulsion in Sophie's body and blinked with surprise.

  Mister Zebra cackled. "I've got her." In a pant, he began to chant to himself. "I've got her. I've fucking got

  her. Watch this."

  One spasm was followed by more, like contractions, minutes apart, then closer, then closer, until soon

  Sophia was moaning unintelligibly and bucking wildly. Mister Zebra held her by the hips firmly and began to thrust

  himself with such force that Alyssa couldn't believe it wasn't hurting her.

  She was still busy sucking on Miss Sophia's breasts when she felt a hand in her hair, jerking her head up.

  "Here," Mister Zebra ordered. "Watch this. Watch what I'm doing to her!"

  Sophie went rigid then. She thrust her hips up, arched her back painfully and tensed until her legs began to

  shake violently. After a moment,
she released and screamed. It sounded like a hose had burst. There was the spatter

  of drops on the floor and Alyssa watched in wonder as Mister Zebra pulled out just enough for Sophie to spray him

  with her juices. The smell of it was oily and wet; it smelled like sex; it smelled like her, like her pussy. He pushed

  himself inside her and plugged her, and when he pulled out, she sprayed him again.

  Alyssa gawked with open-mouthed disbelief. Sophie had never done that before.

  Before Alyssa could say a word, Mister Zebra bent forward and mashed his lips into hers. It was a shock

  and Alyssa didn't know what to do or what to think, but as his lips began to move across hers, as his tongue lured

  hers forward, it was so tender and hot that she was soon giving herself over to him without a thought.

  He kissed her and he kissed her. He withdrew long enough to gaze longingly into her eyes and then leaned

  forward again, not kissing, but letting his lips question hers. After barely a hesitation, Alyssa threw herself forward

  with a moan and surrendered her mouth to his. She felt his hand clutch a fistful of hair and soon he was in control of

  her.

  When they broke again, Alyssa was flushed and staring at his mouth, his cruel, tender mouth. Mister Zebra

  commanded her softly, pulling her toward him by her hair. "Come here."

  She crawled across the bed, slipping over Sophie's wet, limp body, until she was standing before him,

  looking up into his bottomless brown eyes. They were so dark, so beautiful. He held her gaze as he snaked an arm

  around her and began to unlace her corset. When it finally fell away, she gasped in air as she hadn't done for months.

  He kissed her again and released her skirt and her dress. It slid down her body, leaving her utterly naked before him,

  her breasts glistening from sweat and Sophia's smeared lipstick, her nipples up and yearning.

  As he kissed her, he played with her butt plug, pulling on it, pushing on it in a curious searching way.

  Whatever he was searching for he found soon enough, because when he tilted it a certain way, it collided with

  something cool and indistinct deep inside her, something that delivered a type of pleasure she'd never felt before.

  With a desperate sigh, signaling her final surrender, Alyssa realized that not only did Mister Zebra know

  Sophia better than she ever had; he knew Alyssa's body better than she did as well. He made a game of it, playing

  with her butt plug, hitting that pleasurable little g-spot deep inside her again and again, stopping only to kiss her and

  roll her super-sensitive nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

  It didn't take long before she felt the desperation take hold of her and when she looked up into his eyes

  again, she knew he could see it. His grin told her that.

  "Before I make you cum in a way you never thought possible," he whispered to her, "I want to pick up

  where we left off."

  She knew what he meant at once. In the parlor so long ago, when he'd very nearly talked her into sucking

  his cock, she'd escaped by good fortune. At the time, she remembered thinking how lucky she'd been that Tatiana

  had walked in at just the right moment. Now, she wasn't so sure.

  Concern filled her, accompanied by dread and fear. She glanced over at Miss Sophia who was utterly still

  on the bed. For a moment, Alyssa felt a swelling panic rising in her, but then she noticed the soft rise and fall of

  Sophie's beautiful breasts and realized she was just . . . unconscious?

  Mister Zebra caught her train of thought. "She's okay. She just passed out." He placed his finger on her chin

  and turned her face to meet his again, kissing her deeply, then laying his hands on her shoulders and giving them the

  gentlest press down.

  Alyssa slipped down to her knees and was met with his stiff cock. Her heart thudded in her chest. She'd

  never done anything like this before. This was an adventure she never thought in her wildest dreams she would ever

  want to take, but here she was.

  Pretty thing.

  His cock had a slightly purplish hue, which she recognized right away. He needed to cum. Bad. He'd been

  holding back all this time and now he was all charged up. She knew exactly where he was going to release it all, and

  it filled her with dread and more than a little excitement. What would Miss Sophia say? What would she think? Her

  husband sucking off a man?

  Then Alyssa noticed an odd thing. His cock smelled like sex, like Miss Sophia's pussy, but there was also

  little curdles of white clinging to it. She blinked. But he hadn't cum. Had he? She didn't think he had. How could he

  still be hard if he had?

  Mister Zebra chuckled. "You've never seen a woman cream before? She never did that with you?"

  Alyssa gazed up at him and shook her head.

  He grinned. "It needs cleaning up." He twirled her hair around his hand until he had her head securely under

  his control. "You are a maid, aren't you?"

  She nodded as much as his grip would allow, mesmerized by the engorged head of his cock.

  "Aren't you?" He insisted; he wanted to hear it. He got his wish.

  She nodded again. "Y-yes, Sir."

  "Then be a good girl and clean it up."

  She wrapped her hands around it and swallowed incessantly, her mouth suddenly watering, her lips

  suddenly smacking together unconscious, her body utterly betraying her. She was just so maddeningly turned on,

  she would do anything, just anything, to gain some relief. His cock was hot under her fingers. It was hard, but

  rubbery. Just the musky scent of it, the oil and sweat and maleness of it, was enough to repulse her, but there was

  something else in it that was also causing her blood pressure to rise, causing her little trapped cock to pulse warmly

  and ooze precum.

  How Mister Zebra knew, she couldn't fathom, but for the umpteenth time, he seemed to know her thoughts.

  He forced her nose into his crotch, his fiery hot penis laid against the side of her face. "Inhale. Deep. Deep breaths.

  Take it in. Smell that? That's me. That's the smell of an aroused man. All those pheromones do lovely things to the

  brains of women. You're probably wondering why it's having an effect on you. After all these months of saturating

  your little body with female hormones, it's a wonder it's not making you absolutely dizzy." He laughed, and she tried

  not to inhale, but couldn't help herself.

  Most importantly, she struggled to hide the fact that his scent was indeed making her dizzy.

  He pulled her away, his finger clutching in her hair, causing little sprinkles of pain to scatter along her

  scalp, then he placed the tip of his glistening cock lightly against her lips. "Kiss it."

  Alyssa wet her lips and reluctantly gave it a quick kiss. He had a glaze of precum smeared over his head

  and without meaning to she ended up licking her lips again and tasting him. It was pungent, tangy, but perhaps

  because of his musk still filling her nostrils, it somehow seemed much more pleasurable than she anticipated.

  "Again," he ordered softly.

  She kissed his head, then decided to plant a few sweet kisses along his shaft. It pulsed with heat. She made

  her kisses slightly wetter, gripping it now and then with her lips just to see his reaction. It twitched and leaked

  precum, almost as if her attention, her wet lips and warm breath, was making it dance. She giggled inside. It was

  almost like a toy she could play with.

  The glaze of his eyes showed she was having a powerful effect on him. "Arms behind you."

  She hurried to comply. He gazed d
own at her with the madness of power lit in his eyes. I have you, don't I?

  She swallowed. Yes, Mister Zebra. You have no idea how much you have me.

  "Open."

  She parted her lips, feeling the fear and tension crease deeply between her eyes. He gently inserted just the

  head of his cock into her mouth. "Go like this." He demonstrated how he wanted her to cover her teeth with her lips.

  It started slowly, just her sucking on his head, licking the underside when she felt adventurous, because at

  least she remembered that's where a man was most sensitive. He did not force her, though he kept a tight rein over

  her head by way of her hair. Now and then though, he gave her little nudges, encouraging her to dive a little deeper,

  to let his cock truly fill her mouth.

  "Breathe through your nose."

  Yes, she knew that. She'd been a man once. She knew what girls had to do, but she'd never forced it on

  Sophia as it was being forced on her now. Why not? This was humiliating and utterly degrading, but there was a

  fiery heaven burning in her body. It felt good to be used. It felt good to be a sexual object, used for a man's pleasure

  without regard to her feelings or humanity.

  She thought back to her first meeting with Miss Lydia, the strange, slightly lost way the woman had peered

  into her eyes. Her soft touch on her cheek when she'd whispered, "Pretty thing." She'd done it many times since, and

  always there had been a little blank spot deposited in her mind. What had Miss Lydia done to him? How many times

  had she done that?

  Alyssa was just a mouth now, just a hole. Mister Zebra's cock was thrusting in and out and it was clear he

  was already getting close. Something about his scent changed, got stronger, muskier. He was thrusting with urgency

  now and his grunts were sharper and more guttural. His erratic breaths said he was expending every bit of his energy

  and willpower to hold back.

  Suddenly, he reached over and slapped Miss Sophia on the pussy. "Wake up and look at what I'm doing to

  your husband."

  Alyssa panicked. No, please, don't let her see me like this!

  Sophie stirred to life, blinked, took a deep breath and gazed down at the two of them. Her jaw dropped. Her

  eyes went big. Alyssa felt tears burst loose and begin crawling down her cheeks, even as she was keeping her lips