Double Grades

by Kristine Robinson

  None of my clients had ever been this gentle or caring with me. If they had I might have run off with them and paid them for this service. Her hand slides over to my other thigh and mimics her previous motions, massaging and caressing me.

  She kisses my neck and slides her hand up between my legs. Only for a moment do I wonder if anyone can see us. She rubs me gently over my jeans. A moment later I don’t care if anyone can see us because her fingers feel so good. She touches me and kisses me, sending shivers throughout my body.

  She presses harder against me and slowly rubs up and down. I can feel my body tense and quiver with the pleasure she is injecting into me. I moan softly between my closed lips, trying to be a bit quieter than normal. She rubs faster and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge.

  Angeline brings her hand up to my stomach then turns it around and sends her fingers right under the waistband of my jeans. She caresses me over my wet panties. I moan softly as she rubs me firmly. I can tell she doesn’t want to stop as she brings her hand out of my pants to unbutton and unzip them.

  I smile and kiss her lips just as softly as she kissed mine. Her hand goes back into my pants, caressing me softly over my panties. I can’t help but moan. I hope my voice doesn’t echo through the valley. Even if it does, it would make for an interesting story later.

  I wrap my arms around her neck and hold her in the kiss. She slowly inches her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues entwine and touch every inch of each other. I want to taste more of her. Her hand between my legs sends shivers through every inch of my being.

  My toes curl inside my shoes and my thighs clamp together, holding her arm there. She smiles at me and kisses me a few more times.

  “You’re so pretty when you’re happy.”

  I smile at her and my cheeks go red. I try to look away out of embarrassment but I get caught in her beautiful brown eyes. They just entrance me. I want to feel her, touch her.

  I force myself up and over her so that she is lying on the ground with me above her. I kiss her lips again, she runs her fingers behind my head and through my hair. I slide my hand over her hip and caress her side. Her skin is so soft. I slide my hand up her shirt and that is when I realize she is not wearing a bra. Her large, perky breasts are flying free.

  She smiles at me and pets my hair again. I glance down to see her nipples erect under her shirt. My hand slides up under her breast and cups it. I rub my thumb across her nipple and she sighs happily. I grab hold of her breast and massage it gently, loving the sounds she makes as a result.

  I continue until my hand gets bored and I kiss down her neck. I shift her shirt aside with my lips and let my tongue replace my hand. I lick and suckle her sensitive nipple. She moans softly. I caress one breast with my tongue and the other with my hand.

  She grabs my hair and sighs happily before grabbing my shoulder and pulling me up on top of her. She locks her lips with mine. Her leg is between mine, pressed up against me.

  I dig my knee into the ground, pressing my thigh between her legs as well. Our bodies hold tight to one another. Our lips embrace and our tongues dance. I rock my hips, grinding against her thigh. As I rock I make sure to rub my thigh against her.

  She hugs me close and rocks her hips. We grind against one another moaning, kissing, and panting heavily. She has her fingers twirled through my hair. Our soft moaning and heavy panting only adds to the ambiance of the birds around the hill.

  Our bodies are like one and I cannot believe that just how amazing it is to be here with this woman. I can feel myself getting closer and I think she is too. Our grinding and rocking gets faster. Our panting gets closer together. She holds me close as our bodies convulse with one another. Our tongues are tied tight around one another. I love how she tastes.

  I flop down on the ground next her and we lie there panting. She reaches down to hold my hand. My fingers lock perfectly with hers. I look over at her and she looks at me. She brushes a lock of blonde hair from my face and leans in to kiss me again.

  “You belong here, Sonya. You belong to me. You belong to Vivica. You are ours.”

  I smile and kiss her again.

  After an hour or two of watching the clouds in silent bliss, we hop back on the bike and head down to the house. Lady Hawthorne is in the dining room looking over a stack of papers. She seems really stressed out and Angeline nods her head as if to tell me to go keep her company.

  I happily trot off into the dining room and wrap my arms around Lady Hawthorne’s shoulders in a light hug. I can feel her body release some tension. She smiles and brings her hands up to gently squeeze my arm.

  “You will stay in my room tonight, Sonya.”

  “Yes Lady Hawthorne.”

  “I will take my meal in here.” She lightly pushes me away and turns back to her work.

  I head into the kitchen where Angeline hands me a plate of food and motions for me to take it in to Lady Hawthorne. I nod and go back into the dining. I set the plate and silverware down nearby. Lady Hawthorne doesn’t seem to acknowledge me. She just keeps reading her papers.

  Back into the kitchen for me. I grab a plate and start serving myself. Angeline is actually sitting on a stool at the island counter this time. I try not to act surprised and sit next to her.

  “Let me know if there’s anything you need, okay honey?”

  I nod. “I’m here for you though. Anything I can do for you?”

  Angeline smiles at me and sips her wine. “You keep that pretty smile on your face and I’ll be just fine.”

  We sit there in silence for the rest of meal. I collect the dishes including the empty plate, silverware, and glass from the dining room. I start to wash the dishes. Angeline lightly touches my rear as she walks past me to leave. A smile finds its way onto my face.

  I have my hands plunged into warm soapy water and I can feel myself being watched. I look over my shoulder and see Lady Hawthorne standing in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen.

  She looks so professional. She has a lovely powder blue silk shirt and navy dress slacks. I can hear the stiletto heels on the floor as she walks. Her eye shadow matches her shirt and brings a sense of adventure to her otherwise business casual outfit. A gold choker embraces her throat and large gold earring dangle from her ears.

  I return to the task at hand, hoping that she will come up behind me. I smile when I feel her presence behind me and her lips on the back of my neck. She grasps my hips and pulls them back against her. I remember a lot of my clients doing this but it feels better from her. She slides her hands up under my shirt and caresses my breasts. She squeezes tight, her nails digging into me.

  I wince and I can feel her smile, her lips right on my neck. She kisses my ear and backs up. I let out a sudden shriek as she smacks me on the rear before exiting the room. I stand there for a moment, trying to ease the pain by sheer force of will since my hands are still in the dish water.

  Sometime later I finish my task and I even went above and beyond. I swept the floor and even wiped down the island counter and stovetop. I felt good about myself. With a happy skip in my step I bounce up the stairs and up to Lady Hawthorne’s room. I knock on the door and can hear her watching something on television.

  She beckons me in. I open the door as she is pointing the remote at the TV to turn it off. She is lounging on her large four-posted bed. She is wearing nothing but a matching set of red lace underwear. Her skin complements the lace perfectly. She has cleaned off her make-up and looks like an ebony goddess with glorious green eyes that I get lost in.

  She beckons me over and I close the door behind me. I feel both over and under dressed. My shirt and jeans can never match up to what is before me. She pats the bed next to her and I sit down.

  “I know Angeline made up my plate tonight. I expect you to do it next time.”

  “Yes, Lady Hawthorne.”

  She undresses me until I am lying on the bed in my white lace underwear. We look almost like polar opposites, the angel in white and
the devil in red. She kisses down my body. Although her lips are soft, her kisses are more forceful. Not hard but like she is telling me who is in control with her tender lips.

  Her lips touch my neck and chest. She caresses the top of my breasts with her lips and it feels so nice. She kisses down my ribs and over my stomach. I lie back and arch my back as she near my hips. I can feel the smile curl her lips.

  Quick as a flash she reaches up behind me and unhooks my bra. She tosses it aside and brings her lips around one of my nipples. I gasp as I feel her teeth gently touching my sensitive, bare flesh.

  She sits up and unhooks her bra. She looks so majestic. I watch her slip out of her panties then she pulls mine off. She lies down on the bed, leaning up against a wall of pillows, and curls her finger, telling me to come hither.

  I slink up to her and she grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me into a kiss. My body is pressed up against her and she holds me there. I place my hand on one of her breasts and caress it gently. She hums into the passionate kiss between us.

  I place my thigh between her legs like I did with Angeline earlier. I rock it gently, rubbing up against her. She moans softly and I can tell she likes it. Our bodies writhe against one another for a short while before she pushes me up off of her.

  With my hair wrapped around her hand and guides me down between her legs. I look up at her and she just cocks a brow at me, giving me a silent order. She opens her legs to me and I delve in, giving it my all.

  I lick up and down her lower lips. She sighs happily, smiling down at me. I caress her sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue making her legs quiver on either side of my head. My tongue dives deep inside her, tasting every inch of her. I love how she tastes.

  The sounds that I force from her mouth make it all worth it. Her body shivers and I can feel her thighs tensing. I look up from my post and can see her back arching up underneath her, her breasts thrust up in the air.

  I thrust my tongue back inside her and bring a hand up to rub her clit with my thumb. She clutches the blanket beneath her. I take this as a hint and press my mouth flush with her lower lips. My tongue is as deep as it can go, wriggling around, and making her quiver. My thumb rubs her slowly at first but as I hear her moaning I pick up the pace.

  She moans, I love it. I have made men moan but none of them can compare to the sound of sheer ecstasy that comes from the bosom of a woman. When I can make a woman moan like howler monkey, when her thighs are against my cheeks, I am a god.

  Her hand tightens around my hair as she holds me against her. I may be the one causing her fantastic moans but she is the one who controls it. After a few moments of her body shaking she yanks my hair, pulling me up beside her. She kisses me, delving her tongue between my lips.

  After we kiss she pulls the blanket over us and holds me close. I cuddle up to her with my head on her chest, listening to her heart beat. I fall asleep in her arms with Angeline’s words repeating in my head over and over.

  “You belong here, Sonya. You belong to me. You belong to Vivica. You are ours.”

  ***

  Three months have passed since I was brought here by Lady Hawthorne’s driver. I have familiarized myself with the house to its full extent. I have met the groundskeeper, the gardeners, the pool boy, and some of the neighbors. Lady Hawthorne and Angeline have hosted a few parties where neighbors and business affiliates came and schmoozed over expensive wines and fancy hors d’oeuvres.

  They don’t introduce me to anyone but they don’t ignore me either. I mingle and just say I’m a friend of theirs. No one bats an eye. It is clear that some of them are aware of the arrangement and others simply don’t care. These parties allow me to see some things that I don’t normally get to see from Angeline or Lady Hawthorne.

  I have learned how to properly serve Lady Hawthorne’s meals. I only took two punishments for me to get it right. Instead of the soft cowhide she used a flogger with stiff tails that stung my skin. Sometimes I consider messing something up a little just to feel the leather tails against my skin again. When I feel that way, somehow she knows. I don’t know how, but she knows. She takes me back into that dark room of sensual pain and I swear my moans can be heard from a mile away.

  She has used most of the floggers on me and I absolutely love the moose hide. The bunny fur is nice but I want something with more thud. The cowhide has been just fine and she has used a variety of tail widths. I haven’t tried the knotted cord yet, but I am kind of excited to see what it does.

  Angeline and I have had our dalliances on the hilltop, in the pool, on her bed, on the couch in the living room, in the hot tub, in the kitchen, pretty much everywhere we can be together. She is so much more gentle than Lady Hawthorne.

  The hilltop is definitely her favorite spot. We usually pack a picnic to go along with it. In both the pool and the hot tub I am amazed at how long she can hold her breath. She goes under and I swear she only comes up once or twice before sending my body into pleasured convulsions. The kitchen has been my favorite. I can get her up on the counter at the perfect level for me to thrust my tongue in as deep as it will go.

  When I go off with Angeline we make love. When I’m with Lady Hawthorne we fuck. With Angeline, she touches me so gently that I get goosebumps and my lips quiver when her fingertips glide across my skin. With Lady Hawthorne, her hands touch my skin and I feel the fire burning deep within that cause me to scream like a primal beast.

  We have meals together just like anyone else and we talk about our days. Sometimes we watch movies in the living room together. When it’s hot we all swim together and things are a bit more relaxing we sit in the hot tub together.

  I do my best to sort of earn my keep around the place. I know that I effectively do that by pleasing them but sometimes it’s nice to come home to a clean house. I take it upon myself to wash the dishes after every meal. Usually I clean the kitchen and vacuum or sweep the floors. I even do the laundry and tidy up their rooms when they aren’t home.

  Sometimes I will get the driver to take me into town and use some of my money to buy specific groceries to make them dinner. I enjoy cooking for them, they always show their appreciation later.

  I realized a few weeks ago that I haven’t really thought of this as a job for a while. I view it as a relationship. I am here with both of them and they are with me. Thing may be going at their pace, but that’s perfectly fine. I enjoy pleasing them, it is no longer a job. When they smile, I smile. I do everything I can to make them happy and I know they appreciate it.

  Lady Hawthorne showed me her appreciation by giving me a hot oil massage on that table in the upstairs dungeon. It was amazing to feel her fingers massage away the tensions. I never thought something so simple could feel so good. She made me feel things that I didn’t know were possible.

  She rubbed oil up and down my legs, caressing every inch. While I had my face in the donut pillow she straddled me and dug her palms into my back. Her hands slid around to caress the sides of my breasts a few times. She massaged lower and lower until she was kneading my buttocks.

  I spread my legs for her to massage my thighs. She massaged my thighs until I moaned. It was amazing. She massaged up my inner thighs and I could feel her slinking down. She flipped me over and continued massaging my thighs. She then grabbed hold of my hips and pulled my mound right up against her lips.

  Her tongue felt so good inside me. She made me shake and quiver. She licked and sucked all of the best spots. Some of them I didn’t even know existed. She found them, exploited them, and made me beg for more.

  Angeline showed me her appreciation by taking me out on a fancy date. We went out to dinner at a restaurant with linen napkins where the waiter pulled out our chairs. After that we took a stroll through a park where she bought me a bouquet of lovely flowers from a street vendor. It was so simple, but felt so wonderful.

  We do things separately for the most part but I am with both of them. I’m not sure if they see it that way though. If they do, we hide what we
have going on here. I am ever only seen with one at a time. Really I don’t mind that but I think I’d like a little more.

  Another month passes of me doing my best to please them both. Lady Hawthorne has been a little on edge. It seems like she wants something but doesn’t know how to express it. Angeline has something similar on her shoulders. I want to know what it is desperately.

  I make the executive decision to make dinner for us all, during which I’ll bring it up and we can talk about whatever it is. I think I’ve been here long enough that they owe me a decent conversation between the three of us.

  The driver takes me out to the store and I pick up the ingredients that I need to make a perfect lasagna with garlic bread. All of which will of course be paired with a lovely white wine. I make sure to get the more elegant ingredients like an actual wedge of parmesan cheese instead of the crumbled stuff in a can and meat from the butcher’s counter. I take care to pick everything I need then return home.

  By the time Lady Hawthorne and Angeline got home the house smelled like Italy. I had freshly laundered linens on the dining table with the good china settings. I welcome them home like I usually do and they each give me a hug and a kiss on the lips. Angeline is the first to comment on the smell wafting in form the kitchen.

  They walk into the dining room where I have the table set with a lit candelabra and a basket of garlic bread in the center and three table setting prepared. They take a moment to kick off their shoes and toss their jackets aside. While they do that I pop the cork on the wine and pour out three glasses. Then I bring the lasagna out of the oven and slice into it, placing a decently sized piece on each of our plates.

  We take our seats, Lady Hawthorne at the head of the table, Angeline to her right, and me on her left. The food is amazing and they let me know.

  Half way through the meal I bring up what I had wanted to talk about.

  “So I’ve been here for four months now. Have I been doing okay?”