"Were you masturbating while you were preparing dinner Pamela?" Mr. Stone asked. The girl knew he had been watching her, so he would know that what she said was true when she told him, "I wanted to very much Sir, but I was working, so I did not. Also Sir, I am a virgin, and I don't really know what to do to myself. I have read some books, but I have never had a lot of luck trying out those things."
"Did walking down the hall with James excite you?"
"No Sir, I have never gotten excited by looking at men before. While I was making dinner, I thought about what it would be like to have you touch me and what it would be like to touch you. As I watched you read, and thought about being on my knees in front of you, my juices started flowing so that I was all wet inside. It dripped down my legs too. It made me feel all itchy, and sticky."
"You are keeping me here and making me be your servant, and that makes me hate you, but every time I look at you, I want you to take my virginity." The girl stood trembling before him now.
"Your honesty will be rewarded some day Pamela," he told her.
"I need to use the bathroom before I have an accident Mr. Stone." Pam was almost sobbing now.
"We will discuss being made to wait after dinner. Go relieve yourself. Make sure you wash your hands before you go finish our dinner." James appeared out of nowhere, and led her out of the study. He took her back down the hall to the kitchen. Once inside, he showed her a small button by the light switch.
Pressing up on the button opened a concealed door to a well equipped bath room. Pam was pleased with her uniform for the first time. She did not have to fight her way out of clothes to use the toilet. There was nothing covering her crotch at all, so all she had to do was sit; but not wearing panties made her feel like getting to the bathroom was a major emergency, even when she didn't need to go all that badly.
Pam was angry at Mr. Stone for putting her through this kind of humiliation, but she had to admit that she was attracted to the strength and power that was so obvious in Mr. Stone.
She knew that she now respected her teacher more than she had ever respected any man in her life.
Pam struggled to deny it, but the sticky residue on her thighs forced her to admit that she was sexually attracted to a man for the first time in her life. She knew too that it was a powerful attraction that would have to be acted upon very soon.
As she cleaned herself, it was difficult not to start touching herself. Her attraction was quickly turning into need, and she yearned to use her fingers to bring herself some relief from the maddening itch in her clitoris and the empty, hungry feeling in her virgin vagina.
To keep herself from giving in to her desires, Pam tried to think about the assignment her teacher had given her. After all, she reasoned, if I am late serving his dinner, he may decide to punish me more severely. First she thought about her job. It was a position of personal service, she decided.
In our society, she thought, people in such positions have much less status than the person who employs them. Since it was a position of lower rank, she was sure it was meant to teach her not to think too highly of herself. The way Mr. Stone controlled every aspect of her life made her feel like he was telling her she had messed up badly so far. Since she respected him so much, this made her feel very humble.
Then too, it was hard to feel snotty when she had to ask permission to go pee, and could not walk around the house without an escort.
Next she thought about her uniform. It made her feel very meek in Mr. Stone's presence, and her desire to cover herself made her feel very vulnerable too, so that she had no desire to argue with him. She feared the kinds of punishment he could inflict on the exposed and unprotected parts of her body. Pam realized that as she stood before Mr. Stone while he examined her, she had been overcome with sexual desire and need for him. She knew her costume prevented her from concealing any of her feelings from her teacher. She was startled to realize that it had pleased her to show off her naked breasts and pussy to Mr. Stone. She had enjoyed knowing his eyes were on her nipples and that he was wondering what her tits would feel like if he took one in each hand and began to squeeze them gently.
She had to admit that having him stare at her silky little blonde bush made her shiver all over with anticipation. She was sure he was trying to imagine how wonderful it would feel to fill her tight, virgin cunt with his hard cock. She wondered if he knew how much she wanted to know how it would feel to have him inside her. Pam's new desires made her feel very soft and helpless inside. She knew her mind was not working very well, and she just couldn't put everything together into a single hypothesis. Pam decided she had better hurry to serve Mr. Stone. She would just have to wait to think about all these things.
Pam set up everything she needed to serve the meal on two large silver trays, then she paged James. Almost instantly, James opened the door. He quickly picked up the heaviest tray, and led the way back to the study.
Pam saw that a small table with one chair was set up in the study. There were two tray stands next to the table.
Pam and James placed the trays on the stands, then James quietly left the room. Pam set one place at the table for Mr. Stone. She poured the wine, then she pulled out the chair and stood beside it, waiting. Mr. Stone put down his book and crossed to the table. Pam guided the chair under him so that her teacher was seated without a hint of awkwardness. She took the white linen napkin, unfolded it, and carefully spread it on his lap. She had to fight down the urge to be a little clumsy on purpose and brush against his crotch with her hand. Her desire to touch him was almost more than she could stand, and her curiosity about his size and thickness was becoming unbearable. Pam bit her tongue to help get herself under control. Carefully, Pam prepared a plate for Mr. Stone. She felt like she must be blushing all over once again because her desire was so strong, her juices were flowing again. Pam was angry with herself because she couldn't seem to control her desire for this middle aged man. Why did she want him so badly?
The realization hit her, like a fist to her solar plexus, he was the first man who had the balls to MAKE her behave.
The excitement of knowing that he could, and WOULD make her do exactly what he wanted was overwhelming. She realized that some primitive instinct was telling her that he was a male strong enough to be a desirable mate. Her body was responding and preparing itself for mating. Pam's mind tried to tell her body that she did not agree, but the hormones surging through her blood told her mind to shut up and keep out of the way. Pam realized that her body was in control. It was making it impossible for her to think or run. The scent of her overheated pussy was unmistakable, and she felt herself blush again because her naked cunt was just inches from Mr. Stone's nose.
He smiled as he ate, and Pam was sure he was laughing at her weakness, congratulating himself on how easy it had been to tame her. She wanted to run, but she couldn't move.
Mr. Stone looked up at Pam and smiled. "Have you thought about why you are being trained as a maid?" he asked.
"Sir, I think it is to teach me not to think too highly of myself," the girl said haltingly.
"NO. A person can never think too highly of themselves. In fact, when one has a healthy self image and lots of self confidence, they would never consider behaving badly towards another person."
Pam jumped when he said "NO" she realized that she cared what he thought of her. She felt that right now she would be happy just to be his cute little air head if he would just hurry up and take her, ending her suffering by filling her starving pussy. But Pam knew it would not be fair to ask Mr. Stone to settle for second best and make do with an air-head. She knew he deserved everything she could give him, her looks, her body, and her brains. So Pam fought to gain some control over her mind, trying hard to bring all the facts together into one hypothesis, but her body wanted to be fucked so badly that the girl could not think of anything except how to get Mr. Stone's prick deep inside her as quickly as possible.
Finally, Mr. Stone looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to touch you?" he asked softly.
"Please Mr. Stone. Please touch me and teach me how it feels to be a woman. Teach me how it feels to be loved by a man." Pam was breathing heavily now, and her body was so ready to be fucked, her wobbly knees would hardly let her stand.
Mr. Stone stood slowly and gently took Pam's arm to support her and keep her from falling. He led her across the room to a large couch that Pam had not noticed. Her mind was so hazy that she felt like she was floating across the floor, held by the strength of Mr. Stone's arms. He laid her on the couch, and then he began to touch her. Pam jumped when his hand first made contact with her breast, and she almost started to protest out of habit, but his touch felt so good to her that soon the girl relaxed and remembered she had asked him to touch her. Pam liked the way he worked on her slowly. He didn't grab at her, he just kept touching her in ways that felt better and better. He seemed to have all the time in the world, and he did not rush. Soon she was squirming on the couch, and begging him to squeeze her tits harder. He always seemed to know exactly what would feel good to her, and when she asked him for something, he gave it to her. He worked her breasts over good, and she started to feel a direct connection from her bursting nipples to her clitoris and vagina. Pam grabbed his head and shoved a nipple into Mr. Stone's mouth. He began to lick it until it was so hard Pam thought it might explode.
Then he started sucking on the berry red bud and Pam went crazy from the feel of it. He sucked harder and harder, and Pam tried to cram more and more of her tit into his mouth. She felt hot all over, and she wanted him to take all of her clothes off, but he just kept working on her breasts. She thought she would go crazy if he didn't give her more, but it felt so good all she could do was squirm and moan.
Finally, when her tits were so sore she didn't want him to touch them, but it still felt so good, she didn't want him to stop, he began moving his hands down her tummy. He would drag his finger nails over her skin, and make her shiver all over from his touch.
Then he began to stroke the inside of her thighs. Pam nearly wiggled off the couch, the touch of his fingers felt so good there.
When he finally started caressing her between her legs Pam did scream. Everything he did seemed to make her hotter than what he had been doing to her before. Each thing he did felt so good, Pam didn't think anything could possibly feel better, but he always seemed to know another, more sensitive place to touch, and when he touched her there, Pam would go wild from the feel of it. He concentrated on each little part of her, so that even though she felt like she was out of her mind from the pleasure he was giving her, she could clearly remember how each thing he did felt, which parts she like touched best, and exactly how each part should be touched.
Finally, he began to stroke her clitoris directly. Now Pam understood why he had taken so long getting her ready. She knew she would not have been able to stand it if he had touched her there first. Now Pam felt her hips humping up at his teasing fingers to make the contact with her pleasure bud even harder and more thrilling.
Pam was aware of a new feeling in her throbbing clit, and it drove her to arch her back and thrust her hips harder at the fingers that were at the same time, pleasuring her and tormenting her. Satisfaction, and that mystical thing, orgasm, that she had heard so much about was dancing, just beyond her reach. Mr. Stone was holding back, she knew. Pam just wanted him to slam his rock hard dick into her by this time, but Mr. Stone had not taken off any of his clothes. Pam humped faster then, deciding she just had to get herself off on his fingers. Seconds before she came, Mr. Stone pulled his fingers away quickly.