by Ella Ford
I looked up at her and found her gazing at me with an expression that seemed entirely sincere and free of deception. Reluctantly, I nodded.
“Okay, then let’s get started,” she and clapped her hands together. “Kimmy!” she cried out, turning her head to face the kitchen.
Seconds later, I heard the quick clicking of heels on porcelain tiles and turned my head in the direction of the sound. As I watched, a girl tottered into view stepping through the kitchen with dainty steps. The girl was young, about my age, and deeply attractive. A pretty blonde with shoulder length hair that was lighter than my own and sparkling blue eyes that were thick with eye-shadow. She was almost completely naked, wearing only a pair of white, thigh high stockings and strappy silver sandals. Her perky, young breasts were modest and full, with small pink nipples that were hard and taut. I felt an instant rush of attraction, a need to explore this slender body and a surge of inquisitiveness about the role that Kimmy played in this whole thing.
The girl stepped over to Miss Todd and me, then stopped, lowering her eyes to stare at the floor and crossing her arms behind her back. As she did so, her chest pushed forwards invitingly.
“This is Kimmy,” said Miss Todd, reaching up to stroke Kimmy’s hair. Kimmy leaned into the touch and sighed. “Kimmy is one of my house pets and the star of my little enterprise, aren’t you Kimmy?”
Kimmy nodded. “Yes Miss,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.
I stared on, dumbfounded. What did she mean “house pet”? And what did “one of” mean? How many house pets like Kimmy did Miss Todd have? Is that what she wanted me to become? My mind was racing now, unable to keep up with the pace of revelations, both about the situation that I was in and the scope of things that I apparently found arousing. I gazed at Kimmy, unable to look away from this gorgeous creature, thrilled by her submissive pose.
“Kimmy will be your co-star today,” Miss Todd said with a smirk. She reached up with her free hand and took hold of one of the Kimmy’s breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze, then turned to me and winked. “Do you think you can handle that?” she asked, and I nodded though I knew that the question was rhetorical.
Suddenly, Miss Todd whirled around and stepped across to one of the cameras and began to fiddle with the controls. “Right, today’s story,” she began. “Jessica, you’re the spoiled virgin daughter of a rich media mogul. You live in this nice house with your dad and your step-mom, we’ll get to her later. Kimmy, you’re the maid of the house.”
I looked at Kimmy and she glanced back at me. She had a wicked look in her eyes as she studied me, and I realized that she had done this many, many times before. To her, I was just the Sunday-fuck. The thought thrilled me and repelled me in equal measure.
“For the first scene, I want Jessica on the sofa, Kimmy kneeling down at her feet,” she said, still fiddling with the camera. Then I understood that she was giving us orders and I turned to the sofa, following Kimmy to a spot halfway along the longest couch. I sat myself down, still not entirely sure what I was letting myself in for, but unwilling or unable to turn away now. Kimmy lowered herself to her knees before me and peered down at my feet.
“Okay, here’s the scene,” Miss Todd began. “Jessica, you’ve caught Kimmy going through your father’s wallet, stealing money. But rather than tell your father, you’ve decided to take the law into your own hands and punish the maid yourself. You’re a horny virgin, not quite sure of your own mind yet, driven by instinct and insatiable lesbian desire. I want you to start by having Kimmy worship your feet and your pussy,” she said and paused expectantly. “Is everything clear?”
I gasped, then nodded. Everything was far from clear, but right now, all I wanted to do was get this whole ordeal over with.
“Great, then good luck girls. Enjoy yourself Jessica, try to relax a little,” she said, then pressed a button to start the camera. Several of the big lighting rigs flashed into life and I felt myself bathed in the warm artificial light and the weight of Miss Todd’s scrutiny. “Action!” she cried and my mind went blank.
I gazed down at Kimmy, naked and waiting for my word. The kneeling girl was still staring at my feet, her hands resting on the white nylon of her stockinged thighs. I blinked, unable to speak, unable to move, knowing that I had to say or do something to start this whole thing, but not having the first idea where to begin. I was a reclusive nerd, not a vivacious porn star. How had I ended up in this situation?
“I… um… Kimmy, you’ve… um,” I stuttered, not even able to put a single sentence together. I felt a rush of shame, a sudden feeling that I was letting Miss Todd down. I considered standing up and leaving, it wasn’t too late. If I left now, I could be at home and forgetting my worries in Warcraft by eleven. It seemed like a deeply attractive option to me.
“Okay Jessica, just relax. Let the words flow. Look at Kimmy, study her body, think about how much you want her, what you want her to do to you, and it’ll happen,” she said, not a hint of frustration in her voice.
I took a deep breath and looked at Kimmy again. Her downturned face, so pretty and yielding; the soft rise of her breasts, undulating up and down as she breathed; the delicate lace tops of her thigh high stockings, giving way to the creamy flesh of her upper thighs and the forbidden pleasures between her legs, topped by a neat thatch of blonde hair. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to explore this girl, to feel her body pressed against me, her skin sliding against mine, her breasts squashed onto my breasts. I wanted to taste her mouth, her tongue. I wanted to dive into that welcoming chasm between her legs and have her inside mine.
Inspiration took hold. “Kimmy, you’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?” I said, filling my voice with as much disapproval as I possibly could.
“Y-yes Miss,” replied Kimmy, never looking up from my feet.
“My father took you in, gave you a home and job, and this is how you repay him?” I said, feeling myself sinking into the role.
“I’m s-sorry Miss, I’ll do anything, but please don’t tell your father,” pleaded Kimmy, sounding wholly convincing.
“Well, I’m not sure,” I said with mock indecisiveness, “I should call the police right now and have you arrested. Would you like to go to prison Kimmy? Would you like to have your life ruined like that?” I felt a sudden rush of discomfort as I scolded the girl. I was really enjoying this, enjoying the feeling of power that it gave me.
“No Miss. I don’t want that,” replied Kimmy sadly.
I raised a finger to my mouth and began to idly nibble at the tip, forgetting about the cameras, forgetting about Miss Todd. “Okay, then maybe you and I can come to an understanding,” I purred, “why don’t you take off my shoe and worship my feet while I think about how we can deal with this.”
I sat back in the sofa and raised my left foot, pointing my toes towards Kimmy. The naked girl shuffled forwards and took hold of my heel, then began to slowly unfasten the fiddly buckle. “Yes Miss, thank you, I won’t let you down,” she said and looked up at me with grateful eyes. I felt a rush of desire, a sudden surge of pleasure from my pussy as the now familiar fire began to kindle.
Kimmy finally managed to open the clasp and began to slide off the shoe. She took her time with this, spending a eternity of seconds sliding the low heel from my foot. As she eased it over my heel and across my toes, she peered at my stockinged foot with rapt attention, her eyes flicking over the length of it with hungry fascination. As I watched her, I realized that this was not a job for her, she was not acting. She was as into this as I was, as much wanting to touch my feet as I wanted her to touch my feet.
As the shoe was removed, I flexed my toes, relishing the way that the flimsy nylon stretched with my movement and the obvious delight on Kimmy’s face. The other girl shuffled her body into position and took hold of my foot with both hands, stroking her fingertips across the smooth top and kneading my sole with both thumbs. She was firm but restrained and the sensation was overwhelmingly pleasant, the enveloping warmth
of her hands and the gentle manipulation of my aching muscles. I sank back into the seat and felt myself sighing uncontrollably, trying to ignore the insistent throb from my pussy.
“Use your mouth Kimmy,” I commanded with a voice that didn’t feel like mine. It was certain and sure, outlining my desires and making it quite clear that I would settle for nothing less.
“Yes, Miss,” replied Kimmy breathlessly. Then she lifted my foot up higher before her face and began to lick at my soft soles. From heel to toe, she swept her tongue back and forth, lapping greedily at me. She had her eyes closed and seemed lost in this erotic world of sapphic exploration, and the sight of what she was doing thrilled me immensely. I felt a wave of pleasure ricochet through my body, igniting fires of desire wherever it went. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, unable to truly believe that this was happening to me.
Kimmy began to kiss my foot, light pecks that caused electric jolts wherever they landed. I curled my toes, desperate to relieve the tension that was building inside me. With my left hand, I reached beneath my loose skirt. Possessed by my desires, I parted my legs and laid my fingers on the warm mound of my pussy, finding the material of my pantyhose to be hot and damp. With unconscious movements, I began to lightly press down, swirling my fingers around and stroking back and forth. The whole world seemed to recede into irrelevance - the cameras, Miss Todd, the lights, the house. All that remained were Kimmy, my foot and my pussy, three focal points of desire and need.
The naked girl glanced up at me coquettishly, looking for approval as she slid her wet lips over my toes and began to tug at the thin nylon with her teeth. I looked back at her, parting my mouth and willing her onwards with my hungry eyes.
With tender care, she placed my foot on her lap and then raised my other foot, slipping the shoe off without tease or hesitation this time, not even bothering to unfasten the strap. Then she set about my toes with frantic energy this time, sinking her mouth around my foot and sucking on it as she might suck down on a man’s penis. I felt her warmth and wetness envelop me and my arousal leaped up several notches. My toes were soaking now, drenched with her saliva. The feeling of her mouth on me was exquisite, like nothing I’d ever experienced. I wanted more, wanted to feel her everywhere.
“Kiss your way to my pussy Kimmy,” a voice that sounded like my own said from somewhere far away. But it couldn’t be my own, because it was so bold and insistent, so self-confident and sure of itself. And yet, the sound emerged from my throat and the girl to whom it was directed looked in my direction and smiled gratefully.
Then she lifted my legs up, gripping my ankles with her hands. She began to kiss down my calves, lingering on the back of my knees and lapping there, before continuing her journey. Finally, she reached her destination and then reached up to grip the waistline of my pantyhose. Obligingly, I lifted my ass off the sofa and she rolled my hose and panties up in a single motion, gathering them around my knees and exposing the bulge of my labia. She pushed my legs back towards me and I reached up to grip my thighs, spreading my legs as much as the pantyhose around my knees would allow, desperate to give her the access she needed and I craved.
Distantly, I felt a sudden rush of discomfort, a feeling of exposed vulnerability. My most private area, revealed and on display, subject to the scrutiny of Kimmy and the eternally watching eyes of Miss Todd and the countless cameras. But I paid the voice no mind, and it faded into the backdrop of my reeling emotions. Right now, there was only one thing I needed - the pretty blonde with the hungry tongue, deep within my dripping pussy.
She obliged, leaning over and locking her mouth on my dripping labia. She began by sucking at my wet folds, slurping them into her mouth and tugging lightly at them. I felt the warmth of her tongue on my throbbing clitoris as she sucked, each soft touch causing pulses of pleasure to ripple through my entire body. Then she lowered her head and pushed her tongue forward, finding my hole and teasing at it with practiced skill. Kimmy was clearly no virgin, her technique was phenomenally effective and she certainly knew her way around a pussy. My body reeled under the inescapable assault, rocking back and forth with every purposeful manipulation. She swept upwards with her tongue, dragging it through my lips from hole to clit, digging deep and prolonging the intensity. Once, twice, three times she repeated the motion, each time fueling the fireball that was building in my stomach until it snaked long tendrils of desire out into my arms, my legs, my breasts.
I screamed out, unable to control myself, needing only to express the growing tension in the only way that I could. I began to pant, each tortured breath accompanied by a tiny cry. “Ah, ah, ah” I said, my body responding to every wet touch. And then she settled on my bulging clitoris and pressed down, squashing that swollen nub beneath the flat of her tongue, and my mind exploded!
How could this feel so good? How could I have not done this before? Why weren’t people climbing to the tops of buildings and shouting about what it felt like to have a pretty blonde girl devour your pussy? A thousand unanswered questions roared through my brain unchecked, and I felt the joy of total abandon. Memories of shyness and awkward interactions were banished by the frantic motion of Kimmy’s mouth, and I wanted only to live this moment of perfect exposure for the rest of my life.
But I had not yet reached the pinnacle of my arousal, and Kimmy had more in store for me yet. Without lifting her head an inch from my clit, she lifted her hand and pushed two slender fingers inside me, easing her way into that tight hole. I felt the friction of entry and the subtle sense of being stretched, of being filled. Then she began to drive her hand back and forth, swirling her fingers as she moved and entering me deeper and deeper with every stroke.
I screamed out once more, feeling the looming approach of my orgasm, still small and distant but growing by the second. My entire body rocked back and forwards, a puppet controlled by her fingers and her eager mouth. I curled my toes and dug my hands into the soft material of the couch, desperate for release and satisfaction, sensing it nearing.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried out, urging her on, pleading with her for more. Once more, she obliged and quickened her pace, lapping at my clitoris with frantic energy and digging her fingers into me, finding my g-spot and pressing down there.
I felt myself losing control, unable to resist the climax, unwilling to resist it, I turned myself into it and allowed it to wash over me. A roaring surge raced through my body and ignited my nerve endings, engulfing my senses with unstoppable waves of pleasure. I gasped and threw my head back, arching my back upwards and pushing my pussy into Kimmy’s face. She pressed down on my clit one final time and the orgasm ignited, sweeping away any previous sensation and obliterating all before it one tremendous burst of white light. I screamed out, wailing with pleasure and desire. My entire body shook as the climax raced through me, sending uncontrollable shivers down my arms, my legs, to the tips of my toes, still damp with Kimmy’s saliva. I felt myself begin to black out, to be engulfed by the growing ball of plasma that was coursing out from my pussy and I allowed myself to be swept away. On and on it went, and I began to feel as though it might never end…
Abruptly it stopped, and the tension left my body in a flash. I collapsed to the side, panting and laughing without any hint of self-consciousness. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, was all I could think.
“Okay, scene two,” said Miss Todd from far away. “Jessica, stay exactly where you are, and you too Kimmy. This time, we’re getting a little taboo. Play along, you’ll get it eventually,” she said and winked.
She’d allowed me only minutes to recover from the intolerable pleasures that I’d experienced before and I lay panting on the sofa. I barely had time to get my wits together, when Miss Todd shouted, “Action!”
I rolled over and gazed at Kimmy, her mouth still wet with my juices. Reaching up, I grabbed her neck and pulled her towards me, pressing my mouth on hers and kissing her deeply. I would like to say that this was part of the scene, an improvised act to feed into the wider story, but honestl
y, I just wanted to taste her mouth. She yielded instantly, parting her lips and allowing my tongue to slip inside and find hers. Our lips slid together, moist with lipstick and pussy juice, and our tongues danced, warm and wet and eager. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be carried away with the kiss, body still quivering with the memory of the orgasm.
“What on earth is the meaning of this?” shouted Miss Todd, and I jumped, pulling away from Kimmy with genuine fright. “What is going on here? Jessica, I leave you alone with the maid for five minutes and you can’t resist fucking her?” she cried, sounding perfectly serious and very angry.
“I-I… It isn’t what it looks like,” I improvised, not really sure where this was going.
“Then what is it? Honestly, I’ve half a mind to tell your father about this. What kind of a step-mother would I be if I didn’t?” she said and I finally got why she had described this scene as “taboo”.
I shuffled around to face her, allowing myself to run with the scene. “Oh please Laura, I m-mean m-mom, don’t tell dad, he’ll cut off my allowance!” I pleaded, doing my best to sound contrite and ashamed.
“And so he should Jessica, you little slut! You’re twenty years old and you’ve never done a day’s work in your life!” she scolded me. “And you Kimmy, I trusted you, gave you a home, a job and how do you repay me? By putting your whore tongue in my husband’s daughter!” She was really into it now, living the role perfectly.
“Please Miss Todd,” replied Kimmy, “don’t sack, me I need this job to pay for my studies.”
Miss Todd put her hands on her hips and stared at the pair of us, her eyes flicking between us, lingering on Kimmy’s breasts and my naked pussy.
“Well, you’ve both been very bad girls,” she purred, suddenly calm and restrained. She lifted her hands to her neck and slowly teased the strap of her dress until the knot came undone and the dress fell down her breasts and slithered over her body to the floor. “And bad girls need to be disciplined,” she added, and both Kimmy and I gasped.