"Greedy."
"I know. But you've been gone for hours. Only it seemed more like days. Think how much I missed you."
"You're a darling." Alison smiled happily, her body naked and already atingle from the caress of her precious little maid. "But it was worthwhile, wasn't it? The lawyer, I mean. After all, I did bring home good news."
"Uh-huh. It took so long, though. I got lonesome. Will you have to see him again soon?"
"No. Not without you. And that will probably be for your appearance in court. Just a formality, of course, but we do have to make it legal. Hmm. Sounds like we're getting married, doesn't it? Maybe we are, in a way. Judy? How does that strike you?"
"No, thanks. Wouldn't that be incest? I mean, uh, if this is going to be my foster home… "
"You've got a point there."
"So do you. Two points. Very pretty. See?"
"Oooh! Wait, dear. Before it's too late. Are you sure you don't want me to bathe first? I must smell to high heaven."
"You smell wonderful. Besides, it's already too late. I'll just die if you get out of bed now. It's just awful when I don't have your beautiful ass to love."
"Poor darling. You really did miss me. I know how you must feel. All right, bath postponed on account of wet kisses. And on account of my ass is under attack. You want it?"
"Mmm… more than anything… "
"Good. But there's no rush. Tongue me all over first. Start in front. Uh-huh. That's nice. Such a soft tongue… "
"All over? Alison? Like a tongue bath? Your beautiful tits, beautiful, beautiful. I love the way your nipples get "
"Have fun. Chew on them. Would you like my cunt too? It's all yours. Hey, what now? Oh! I like that, go ahead, lick under my arms, tickle me with that sexy-dirty tongue of yours."
"Every tickle is loaded with love. I do love you. Every inch of you. It'll be the most loving tongue bath ever. Your tits and your belly and your feet and your legs and your pretty cunt, of course and then your ass, your absolutely divine ass "
"Hush. You'll have me jumping out of my skin. No more talk now, let's have some action, hmm?"
It came hot and heavy and overflowing with love. Action. Not a very nice name for such glorious pleasure. Alison shut her eyes and let her tactile senses take over. And as always at such moments, she got the impression that the darling child was simply wallowing in the luxury of her body. As though it was the gift of a goddess conferred upon some lesser mortal. An exaggeration, perhaps, but there was no doubt that the youngster was overly conscious of the social gap between them. Still a slave-girl, even though it was no longer necessary. And still anxious to be of service in the more mundane matters, the chores of daily existence even though that too was hardly necessary. The difference in rank kept cropping up, it was always there. And yet they loved one another freely and without worldly qualifications, an insurmountable love.
A very sexy love, too. Like the uniform, for instance, the one that Vera had been so enthused about. It was a French-soubrette sort of thing but even more so, with a skirt so short that it would have scandalized a Parisienne of negotiable virtue. It was certainly no costume for work not housework, at any rate. Maybe the second lead in a porn film. But the dear child loved wearing it whenever and wherever possible, often with a feather duster as an accessory, turning herself into a working girl who actually worked. Incongruous, to say the least. It reeked of sex and that was exactly what its designer must have intended. Alison could hardly look at it without getting aroused. And sweet Judy herself couldn't pass a full-length mirror by her own confession without feeling a thrill.
But she wore it for work, nevertheless, even though its volatile possibilities were tremendous. Once in a while, in one of her extra horny moods, she would wear the outfit for its proper purpose indecorous but appropriate to the occasion! emphasizing the switch with a hip-swinging strut seldom failed to score. But then again, well, with or without the strut and/or feather duster the passionate little love-maid could stir Alison's passion. It was quite an eyeful, especially for someone who was already in love with the flesh-and-blood female inside the gift-wrap. So there were times when the difference in rank was a help rather than a hindrance, leaving the choice of mood to the mistress rather than the maid. Alison took great delight in running her hand up the dark nylons to forage around beneath the abbreviated skirt. And then, what with one thing leading to another, the costume would come off in a series of bits and pieces that led straight to bed. Or perhaps depending on the urgency of the moment straight to the nearest sofa or couch or sometimes even an easy chair. With the darling little sexpot always a willing participant. Or an eager one. Like now. Even though the uniform wasn't a catalyst this time. For that matter, when was a catalyst even necessary?
"Oooh!"
"Hmm? Something the "
"No, don't stop. Give me your tongue again, darling. Wait, though, let me lift up so that… uh-huh… ahhh… "
"So beautiful. Your ass is so beautiful."
"Burrow in a little deeper. Your face. Open me up. Oh, that's simply fabulous. Judy darling, your hot tongue is so beautiful. And to think it's mine forever. I've never been so thrilled."
"Nnngg?"
"Yes, you darling lover-girl, that kind of thrill. Soon. On the way. Coming. You too?"
A rhetorical question, practically. Alison wriggled her buttocks and bounced to a climax with her sexy-dirty asshole full of sexy-dirty tongue, concerned only with herself for the moment but comfortably aware that her sexy-dirty little ass-fucker was having a sexy-dirty little climax of her own down there. Inexorably. It just never failed. And that was the beauty of it, this love of theirs, this thing that would last a sexy-dirty lifetime…
For a while then, life faded to the nirvana of orgasmic fulfillment and exhaustion, leaving only the rasp and wheeze of breath to herald its self-renewal. The atmosphere was thick and moist and heavy with perfumed lesbian lust, evil as a Baudelaire flower, but in truth masking a love so pure and innocent that it could only come to fruition in the sterility of these small deaths. The self-renewal had already begun.
"Darling… "
"Hmm?"
"Again? Don't you ever get tired?"
"Not with you. Never. But I'll stop if you say so. All you have to do is tell me. I'm a very obedient maid."
"Silly. But if I don't take a bath soon… "
"You mean right now?"
"No. Later. Pretty soon, though."
"You'll tell me when. You know I like to help."
Smiling assent, Alison extricated herself somewhat gingerly and rose from the bed to amble off in search of a cigarette. She waggled her naked haunches, sensing the warm caress of devoted and adoring eyes back there. The bit of byplay made her immediately conscious of that one specific area, bringing a giggle to her lips as she recognized the sensation, all wet and gooey, the deliciously sexy-dirty residue of that dainty little mouth. She found the cigarettes and lit one almost automatically, her amused mind still occupied with its diverting secret.
"Oh? Miss Alison? I could have done that for you. The cigarette, I mean. You shouldn't have gotten up. All you had to do was tell me."
"Silly, silly, silly. I'm not exactly helpless, you know."
"It it's not you, it's me. Your maid, your servant. It's the way I feel. It's what I am. It's what I want to be. We talked about it before, don't you remember? I'll love you and worship you and take care of you forever and that's all I need to make me happy. Won't you let me?"
"Darling, couldn't you be happy if we were just friends? Well, not just friends. Lovers. Oh, you know what I'm trying so hard to say. Equals, that's close enough. You couldn't be happy if we were equals?"
"No. I don't think so. I'll try if you insist. But I don't feel like your equal kneeling on the floor. You know. When I kneel down and kiss your feet. I just feel humble. And it's wonderful, that feeling. Don't you like me to do it?"
"Umm, well, it's nice. I do like it."
"I'm glad. It's pretty important to me. Of course, if you ordered me a real command, real bossy then I'd like it even more. Oooh, look at me, I'm excited just thinking about it!"
"That's interesting. I just might try it sometime. Not now, though, it wouldn't be spontaneous. But since we're on the subject, Judy, let's open up a little and come to an understanding. What else would make you happy? Tell me. When that legal business is over and we're settled down, what would you like most?"
"Uh, lots of things. But you don't really want "
"Tell me!" Alison put some thunder in her tone. "I asked you a question. How long must I wait for an answer?"
"Oooh… "
"Well? I'm waiting."
"It it's what you just did. That's what I need. The way you talked to me. Like a scolding. It's weird maybe, but when you do that, something happens inside and I get hot all over."
"All right, so I'll scold you. What else? You might as well tell me the rest. Everything. Let's have it."
"Okay. I'll say it. I want to be your servant and call you Miss Alison and wear that sexy maid outfit every day you'd have to buy me a few more, I guess, and with real high heels and I want to love you and take care of you personally, your clothes, your body, wash out your stockings and panties and stuff, do your nails, fingernails and toenails, shave your legs, help you bathe, fix your hair, whatever, all the personal maid things, all kinds of things just to please you. All kinds of crazy things, even. You know like on a cold night I'd sleep way down at the end of the bed to keep your feet warm. Anything. Whatever pops into your mind. Any idea at all, no matter how crazy all you'd have to do is order me. And if I wasn't perfect, if I did it just the least bit wrong, if I'm bad or act fresh then you ought to punish me."
"Punish you? Like a scolding?"
"Uh-huh. A scolding or a spanking or maybe you might get mad and slap my face. Miss Alison, if you took a whip to my bare ass, I'd only kiss your feet and thank you for teaching me a lesson. And if I did something wrong when you weren't here to see me, I'd have to confess it afterward and "
"That will do, my dear. I've heard enough. Go and run my tub now. And mind the temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. I'll expect it just right. Go now. Quickly!"
Eyes glistening, the girl scurried off. Alison lit a fresh cigarette and got comfortable, trying to quiet her nerves. She had heard enough, all right. Too much, too much. But it was out in the open now and she had to face it. Could she do those wild things to her little darling? Little darling masochist…
If it makes her happy?
Alison wondered what she was getting into. Falling in love sure created problems. Oh yes, she would probably do it, whatever had to be done. But mightn't that awaken more of those deviated desires within herself?
Mmm, I'm still wet down there. Not much, though. Maybe later, after the bath, Fillet her do it to me again. Tell her. Command her. And then I'll think about it and decide. I do my best thinking like that. With her tongue in my ass. All slimy and sexy-dirty, right up my royal asshole…