Jonathon was waiting down the hallway and he raised his eyebrows in query as Claire walked toward him. He could tell by his wife's face that something pleasant had occurred.
"Oh, she's lovely," Claire said.
"Did you…"
"Ummm. I sucked her off. I don't think the poor thing knew what was happening to her. She's a virgin and rather dumb… but her cunt is hot and creamy."
Jonathon smiled.
"I think I'll instruct her in another of her duties now, then," he said, and he moved away.
Claire stared after him, her expression crestfallen. She had wanted to get fucked now. But she was too proud to summon him back, and after a moment, she shrugged. It was only fair that her husband get a crack at the new maid now, she reasoned. She could always vibrate her pussy while she waited for cock and, with that in mind, she walked to the bedroom, her cunt squishing between her heated thighs with every stride, But the dildo drawer of the dresser was empty. Where on earth did I put it? she wondered.
She reached down to her cunt to make sure she hadn't left it there by mistake. Quite often, Claire slipped her long vibrator up her pussy and left it buzzing merrily away all afternoon, and sometimes she forgot about it-there had been an embarrassing situation at a garden party, once, she recalled-but her cunt was empty now. It was achingly and distressingly empty.
Then she remembered that Amanda had borrowed the dildo. She hurried down to her daughter's bedroom.
Amanda was on her bed, looking at a Playboy magazine and fucking herself with the big vibrator. She looked over the magazine at her mother. Claire took note that Amanda had been looking at the centerfold while she vibrated her pussy. She'd guessed right about her wanton daughter's present interests.
"I'm almost done, Mom," Amanda said.
"Well, I can't wait," Claire said.
She flopped down on the bed beside her daughter, pulling her dress up. She wore no panties, and her amber bushed cunt was open and dripping.
Claire took the dildo, pulling it from Amanda's twat with a moist, sucking sound, and began to vibrate her clitoris.
"Gee, what got you so hot, Mom?" Amanda asked.
"I… just… sucked the maid off."
"Ooooh! How exciting!"
Amanda leaned down, reclining on her elbow, and observed with interest while Claire vibrated her clit. Claire was so hot that she came in moments, shuddering and gasping.
Then she handed the glistening vibrator back to her daughter, and Amanda, looking at her mother's cunt now, instead of the magazine, continued with her own dildo fucking. She seemed more excited now and soon enough she was quivering, then trembling, and finally thrashing about in a rare passion as she came.
This served to excite Claire again. Taking the vibrator back, she fucked herself a second time.
And back and forth went the humming pleasurizer as the two oversexed rich women took turns coming.
"Sucking cunt is ever so much fun, isn't it, Mom?" Amanda said when it was Claire's turn to push the buzzing joystick up her creamy gash.
"Oh, yes," she said.
"Better than dildos.."
Mother and daughter looked at each other. They were both wondering the same thing.
Was incest possible without the opposite sex?
This was a logical question and had nothing to do with morality, for they were both totally amoral. And they both thought it was a shame, too, for they would have liked to believe in wickedness. Wicked things were much more fun.
Back and forth passed the dildo; back and forth went their eyes.
Dolly was squirming into the sexy maid uniform when Jonathan knocked once, sharply, and came into the room without waiting for her to answer. He got a glimpse of her pink nipples above the undercut bra before she could draw her blouse closed, Dolly blushed, not so much because he had seen her tits as because his wife had just sucked her cunt. But, of course, he wasn't to know that.
Jonathon said, "I forgot to mention this in our interview yesterday… you do have one duty which is rather unique."
Dolly waited, smiling uncertainly. "My father lives with us," he said, "the patriarch of the family. He is paralyzed, poor fellow. He has a nurse, of course, but the nurse has a day off each week and on that day it is the maid's duty to tend to him. And, as it happens, this is that day."
"Oh, I'll be glad to," Dolly said. "Yes. What you have to do is masturbate him." Dolly blinked and turned pale. But the master had spoken so matter of factly that she could see there was nothing untoward about the situation.
The rich were sure different.
Jonathan said, "He's a potent gentlemen and gets most unhappy when he has an erection. In fact, he's been bellowing for assistance for an hour now. I hope you have no objections…"
"Em… I guess not. Poor man."
She thought: It can't be wrong, especially if a nurse does it for him; nurses never do bad things.
"Good. If you'll come with me…" Dolly followed Jonathon down the corridor. He said, "I'm so glad you're here. Otherwise my wife or my daughter would have had to jerk him off and, although there's nothing wrong with it-it being a medical problem, rather than an emotional one-both Claire and Amanda do so much hate to do manual labor."
"I understand," Dolly said.
"Yes, the doctor prescribed a daily handjob," Jonathon said Dolly was more sure than ever that there was nothing wrong with it if it was under doctor's orders. As they neared the end of the corridor, she could hear the elder Wintergreen calling out for assistance.
"Where's my handjob?" he bellowed, in a lusty voice.
"Here she is, Father," Jonathon said, opening the door.
Dolly curtsied politely.
"And about time, too," the feisty old fellow said.
But he wasn't all that old, Dolly saw. He looked like his son-aristocratic and handsome, with a mane of white hair framing his face. And his cock was standing up in a throbbing tower above his loins. Dolly blinked. It was much longer than Duke's, she thought.
Then she thought: Oh no, I mustn't think of it as a cock; it's not a sexual thing at all.
But it gave her a funny feeling.
"I'll leave you to get on with it," Jonathon said.
He went out and closed the door. He knelt down and looked through the keyhole, but Dolly didn't know that, of course.
She approached the bed.
"What's your name, girl?" Wintergreen asked.
"Dolly, sir."
"I hope you are experienced at jerking cocks off."
She hesitated; he glared at her.
"I've had some experience, sir," she said.
"Good. I've had this boner for over an hour now, damnit! It's damnably uncomfortable. Pull up a chair and get on with it."
Dolly drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down. She reached, tentatively, for his cock.
"Hold on," he said.
She froze, her hand about to close over his formidable prick.
"You'd better take your blouse off," he said.
"Oh? I don't see why."
She didn't mind giving him medical assistance, but it would be naughty to let him look at her tits.
But he said, "You don't see why? Don't you know how much it costs to launder lace blouses? Whatever are you thinking of, girl? I often cum like a firehose; the spunk gets all over everything in sight, that's why."
"Oh, of course, sir; I wasn't thinking."
Dolly felt silly for not thinking of such a reasonable thing. She took her blouse off. Wintergreen's eyes gleamed as he gazed upon her pink tipped tits. Dolly had had the impression that, if he'd had the use of his hands, he would have used them to grab her tits. Then she thought that she had better take the bra off, too, and did so. Her heavy boobs bobbled over the bed. Wintergreen nodded.
His cock was a truly massive tower of gnarled flesh, seamed with dark, throbbing veins and capped with a great, purple wedge of peckerhead that flared out angrily. The tip was steaming. It was easy to see why this gentleman needed a daily handjob.
Dolly folded her hand around the root; Wintergreen sighed. She began to pull his prick up and down with a steady rhythm and he murmured happily.
Dolly leaned closer. She was gazing in fascination at the head of his cock, which was so much bigger than Duke's. She found, to her shame, that her cunt had started to cream again. She couldn't understand whatever had gotten into her-first, she had come when the mistress was merely checking out her cherry, and now, she was getting excited over a simple job of handwork.
"Hold my balls," he grumbled.
Dolly dutifully cupped his balls in her free hand; her other hand skimmed up and down efficiently.
"Want to know something?" he said, squinting at her.
"Sir?"
"All the money in this family is mine. I earned it. My son never earned a penny."
Dolly smiled at him, pulling his cock up and down and squeezing his bloated nut sac.
"So if I don't like a maid or a nurse, I fire 'em!"
"Oh! I do hope you like me, sir."
"Can't say, yet. Let's see how much of the old spunk you can pull out of me, huh?"
Dolly began to pump faster, her fist tightened around the fat stalk.
"I fired the last maid," he said. "That's why they went and hired you. Last maid was no damned good at pork pullin'."
Dolly leaned closer, concentrating hard on the task at hand. His cock was swelling enormously. She was heartily glad that she'd had so much practice on Duke's dick. This was not an unpleasant task at all, she discovered.
"The nurse is okay; I'd never fire her," he said.
"I'm doing my best, sir."
He closed one eye; the other eye was bright.
"Want to know a secret?" he said.
Dolly nodded her head up and down; her hand went up and down, too. When she nodded it looked like she was following the pistoning of his prick.
"I pay the nurse extra," he said. "My son don't know about that, but I give her plenty."
"Because she jerks you off so well?"
"Naw…'cause she takes it in the mouth," he said.
Dolly gulped and her hand missed a stroke.
Wintergreen said, "I'd give you plenty, too, if you wanted to take it in the mouth."
"Oh, dear," she said, flustered. "I couldn't. I mean… it's okay to give you a handjob under the doctor's prescription, but it would be sinful to do that other thing." "Naw," he snorted. "It would so!"
"I didn't say you had to blow me," he rasped. This confused Dolly, and her hand faltered.
"But if I took it in the mouth…?"
"There's a difference; I didn't say you had to suck me off. That would be giving a blow job. What the nurse does-and gets paid plenty of money for it, too-is to just jerk me off, just like the doctor ordered, except she takes the head of my cock in her mouth while she does it."
"Oh. I didn't realize there was a difference."
She had stopped jerking him entirely now, and merely held him by the hilt, with his massive dick sprouting like a warclub from her small fist.
"'Course there's a difference!" he grunted. "What are you, stupid? Are you so dumb I'll have to fire you?"
"Oh, I hope not!" Dolly squealed.
"Ain't you never had a cock in your mouth?" "No, never."
"Well, that explains it, then. The difference is all in whether you bob your head up and down and suck the cum out, or if you just hold your head steady with the knob in your mouth and jack me off with your hand."
"I… yes, I can see there's a difference."
She couldn't, really, but she didn't want him to think that she was too dumb for the job.
He said, "The benefit of taking it in the mouth is that it don't get spunk all over the room. I come a lot, you see. Sometimes I shoot all over the walls-even the ceiling-and it's a hell of a job cleaning up, afterwards. That's why a really efficient maid lets me come in her mouth and swallows it. Ain't a matter of sex; it's a matter of cleanliness.
Dolly considered that. She was amazed to find that the idea of taking that shapely, sizable cockhead into her mouth was not at all distasteful. She had often wondered what it was like to give head…
But no! She mustn't think that way, for this was a different thing entirely; it was a question of efficiency, not eroticism. And if, in the process, she found out what a pecker tasted like… well, that was merely a side effect.
"Well?" he rasped.
"I want to do a good job, sir."
"Get gobbling, then, girl!"
"Well… if you're sure it's not the same thing as blowing…"
"I sure am."
Well, he ought to know, if anyone did, she reasoned. He'd had years of experience in such things.
"All right, then," she said.
She leaned lower. Her plump tits jiggled and her lips parted. She hesitated, with her mouth an inch above the smoking tip of his cockhead, gazing down at that meaty, purple morsel. Her eyes crossed as she stared in fascination at his knob. She wasn't hesitating with any last moment doubts, however; she was merely cockeyed at the prospect.
Wintergreen turned his stately head on the pillow and, slowly, winked at the keyhole.
Dolly fitted her pursed lips to the tip of his cock.
Wintergreen shifted and sighed.
She let her lips part slowly around the flaring tip, sliding them down millimeter by millimeter as his peckerhead slipped into her mouth. She fed his cock to herself and her lips closed like a tight collar around the shaft, just behind the sprouting head. She didn't move for a moment as she explored the sensation of having a mouthful of hot cockmeat.
It was thrilling, she realized. It tasted wonderful, and the velvet texture was lovely, and it fit ever so comfortably in her mouth. She had never noticed it before, but now she realized that cocks were shaped exactly right for mouths; they fitted, snug as pegs in a hole.
Cocksucking must be wonderful! she thought.
She just knew that she would have to try it sometime. But she wasn't sucking cock now, of course; this was a different matter entirely. It just seemed the same.
Holding her head steady around her mouthful of burning cockhead, the maid began to pump her fist up and down his stalk. She pushed down to the root, dragging his shaft taut and feeling his knob flare in her lips and cheeks, then pulled up, relaxing the tension slightly. She hoped she was doing it right. She slipped a quick look at the man's face and found that he looked perfectly content with her ministrations.
She would have loved to suck on his dick, but she didn't dare; he might fire her if he thought she were a wanton maid. And rightly so, too. Men didn't understand these things. Duke, for instance, would never have understood that she was not giving head, if he could see her at the moment, with her mouth clamped on Wintergreen's big pecker like a fish on a hook. She thought she had better not mention this special duty to Duke.
She pumped steadily away, her fist rising to her lips and then falling to his heaving belly.
All of a sudden, to her surprise, Dolly realized that she was sucking on his cockhead! She hadn't intended to-certainly not; it had just happened. She supposed it was a natural reaction, that when a girl had a mouthful of dickhead she sucked automatically, just some perfectly explicable sucking stimuli.
Her eyes darted to his face; she was afraid that he might have noticed the subtle change in her oral condition. But Wintergreen's eyes were closed and he was smiling blissfully. Dolly decided that it was hard for a man to tell if a girl was sucking or not, once his dick was embedded in her mouth. She was relieved. As long as he didn't know, there was no harm done.
Dolly began to suck with relish on the tasty big pecker.
Her lips peeled back as she slurped on his cockhead, and she began to move her head up and down just a little bit-not enough for Wintergreen to notice but enough to slide an inch or two of cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue began to flutter against the pulsating underside of his knob. Her cheeks pulled on the succulent mouthful. But her hand kept pumping.
Dolly had convinced herself that as long as she was jerking him off, she was not blowing him. The movements of her mouth and tongue were incidental to the situation, and as long as she kept her fist pistoning, she could suck to her heart's delight without losing her oral virginity. She was not a stupid girl and she did see that this was a fine line of reasoning and could be misinterpreted, but it satisfied her. And she realized how lucky a girl she was-to have found herself in a situation where she could suck and lick a big cock and drink a mouthful of cum and still be able to claim, in all honesty, that she had never given a blow job.
She proceeded, with all her concentration, to not give Wintergreen a blow job.
Her head went up and down as if she were ducking for apples. She was taking the tip of his cock right back into her gullet, gagging on it, then lovingly pulling her mouth away like a tight glove, until only the tip remained in her worshipping lips.
Wintergreen's knob seemed to be growing bigger with every passing second, every stroke of her hand and slurp of her lips. The big head filled her mouth chock a block full of succulent dick and, when she ran it back, it lodged at the entrance to her throat. Her lips turned inside out as she dragged her head away, unpeeling as they slurped up the fat rod, clinging tightly to his shaft and then clutching him behind the ledge of the glans, trapping his knob inside her mouth. With only the head in her, she sucked so hard that her cheeks grew hollow and touched cock on both sides.
Her tongue criss crossed under his knob, then lapped at his stalk as she fed the pork deeper into her maw. As she slid away, she arched her tongue into a moist bridge and let the full length of his cock run over it, pleasuring him even as she pleasured her own tingling tastebuds.
Oh, cock is delicious, she thought. I mean, it would be delicious, if I were doing this for such depraved purposes.
Her hand continued to jack him, but she was only pumping up and down an inch or two now; the rest of his massive spike was feeding itself into her mouth. Dolly thought that perhaps instead of being a maid she should have gone into nursing. She didn't know about changing bedpans and all that, but nursing a dick was pure bliss.
She seemed to be doing it well, too, for Wintergreen was flopping frantically about on the bed, his lips heaving as he fucked up into her mouth and his limbs flailing on the bed. If she hadn't known he was paralyzed, she never would have guessed it from the way his fists knotted at his sides and his heels drummed on the mattress and his thighs bunched with muscle.
"Oh, suck it, girl," he wailed. "Milk my pecker!"
He seemed to have noticed that her mouth had joined in, but Dolly was too thrilled by what she was doing to worry about that at the moment. She sucked all the more recklessly cm his cockhead and fed it even deeper into her throat.
Suddenly a trickle of thick; preliminary cum oozed from his knob and ran onto her tongue.
Dolly faltered, missing a beat, as she tasted cum for the first time in her life. Her eyes opened wide in amazement. The trickle ran over her tongue and slid down her throat.
Oh, it's yummy! she thought.
Then she bobbed up and down even more furiously, as if to make up for the stroke she'd missed. The taste of his spunk had made the sexy girl ravenous for more, eager to savor his whole hot load.
She felt his balls swell alarmingly in her hand. His stalk began to expand in her other hand, then balloon in her mouth. She sucked up the shaft, ducked down quickly, sucked up to the head again, her lips pulling frantically and her tongue lashing and laying.
"Here it comes, girl!" he howled.
Oh, yes, yes! she thought, pushing his cockhead far back into her throat and starting to pull up it again.
He came with half of his fat dick buried in her mouth and her fist pumping furiously on the other half. His thick geyser blasted into her mouth so hard that her head rocked under the force of the fluid blow and his haunches sprang back from the recoil.
She felt him whitewash her tonsils with the thick jet. The heavy cream splashed back, filling her mouth to overflowing, and she gulped it desperately down to make room for more, just in time; his second spurt, as powerful as the first, hosed her cheeks and throat in a steaming stream.
Dolly forced her head down onto this rising jet, ramming his spurting knob into her throat. Spunk overflowed, bubbling from her lips and running down his shaft and her chin.
Wintergreen poured a third thick load into her loving mouth, then gasped and went limp under her. But his cock remained standing in her mouth, and the cum thirsty girl continued to bob up and down as she savored the drink on a stick, milking every last drop from his cock and balls and swallowing it adoringly. Even after his prick had started to soften and diminish in her mouth, she continued to suck, coaxing out every last bit and draining him to the very dregs. Then she used her nimble tongue to gather up the errant drops that had overflowed and strayed onto his balls.
She lapped until not a smear of spunk remained unswallowed; she looked at him, awaiting his judgment.
"Nice head, girl," he grunted.
"Thank you, sir," she said, modestly.
She could certainly see why it was advisable to take his dick in her mouth when she jacked him off; he'd come enough to whitewash a cathedral wall.
She was already looking forward to the next time that his nurse had, a day off.
And the best part of it was that, with only a bit of rationalizing, she was able to convince herself that she had not given him a blow job at all-that her mouth, despite sucking a bucketful of cum from him, was still virginal. She lingered beside the bed, wondering-hoping-that he might need some more attention. But his eyes closed and he seemed to be asleep.
After a few minutes, the maid got up from the chair and tiptoed to the door quietly, wanting him to get plenty of rest and regain his vigor. She went out and closed the door softly, not seeing Jonathon duck around the corner.
The delicious taste of spunk lingered on her tongue, and her cunt was bubbling with cream. She grinned ruefully; she thought that she would have to rub herself off and wished that, like the rich folk, she had a dildo-or that, perhaps, she could ask the mistress for a second opinion on her pussy. She even wished that she had a chance to spend some time with Duke.
But Jonathon Wintergreen had plans for her, now.
And no sooner had Dolly closed the door, than Jonathan's father's eyes snapped open. He grinned. Leave it to his son to find the right sort of maid, he thought.
He sat up. Then he stood up. He waved his arms and stamped his feet, because they were stiff from his feigned paralysis. He did some nimble toe touching and a few vigorous deep knee bends, for he was a very fit man who exercised regularly. When he got the blood flowing again, he jigged in springly fashion to the dresser and poured himself a glass of brandy and sipped it with appreciation, head cocked to one side, as if listening to the sounds of his potent nuts filling up again.