Smilingly, Gene did my bidding. Her lips skipped all about my breasts, sucked the nipples in turn, and showed in a dozen ways that she was perfectly satisfied with her lot.
But I didn't want to spoil it all by hurrying matters, so after a few moments, I said, “There Gene, you delightfully naughty girl, I guess you had best stop your naughty sucking for a little while; you've got me as randy as can be,” and I playfully pushed her off. “After lunch, perhaps I'll have you entertain me again-if you are good!"
I could see the disappointment in her eyes as I said this, but I was determined to make her wait for the “good things” I intended offering her red lips.
About the middle of the afternoon, however, I began putting my plan into action. I realized that it wasn't fair to Paul to develop a flirtation with even this little maid, but my lascivious mind conjured all sorts of strange ideas; I wanted to be entertained. Even Paul's wonderful cock hadn't robbed me of my thoughts of a pretty girl. Indeed, I had already given promise to myself that I was through with women and girls. But the fact that Paul was away-and likely to be away often-led my thoughts into these weird channels.
Included with the furniture contained in my cottage was an old-fashioned piece which resembled a bed chair of the type used by elderly women during their declining years. It had a sort of footrest that could be used when one wished to partly recline. When I first saw it, I thought it about the most uncomfortable thing in the house, but my eyes fell upon it now as about the best possible medium with which to bring about the desired results.
"You naughty girl,” I said, dropping off my gown completely and seating myself in the wicked-looking affair, “this morning you made me feel dreadfully nice with your lovely lips, and aching for more. But I'm to be alone tonight; I won't have my lover's kisses.” I tried to be calm, but I hoped she would take the hint. I think she did, for her cheeks became flushed and her eyes again took on that strange light I had previously seen.
I was stark naked, and I thrilled as I watched Gene's eyes sweep over me. Noting this, I said, “And if you're real nice about it and make me feel good, perhaps I'll let you do my hair down here,” touching my hairy mound.
That Gene was more than willing to get at the task was plainly shown by the manner in which she went about it. Watching her for a few moments, I said, “Tell me, dear, how did it come about that your former mistress insisted upon your doing such a delightful thing for her?"
For the first time, a frightened look came into her eyes, then: “I suppose I might as well confess-you will find it out sooner or later anyway.” There was a faraway look in her eyes as she went on: “My former mistress-the one before my last one, I mean-mislaid some of her jewelry, and I was accused of taking it. The police made a great fuss about it and I was taken to the workhouse."
The sincerity of Gene's story was proven a moment later by the appearance of tears beneath her lashes; then she dropped her eyes, saying, “But why should I trouble you with all this-"
"Oh, but I wish to hear it,” I said. “Your story interests me; go on, tell me all about it."
"Well,” she went on, “my last mistress was a great friend of the lady who accused me of taking her gems. That night, shortly after I had been confined in the workhouse, my mistress found her jewelry where she herself had placed it. But she was afraid to let her mistake be known; the lady who had been her friend-the same one for whom I worked before coming to you-took advantage of the situation and came to me, telling me she would see to it that I was let out at once providing I would work for her as her maid. Naturally I was overjoyed and promised anything. It was some time before I discovered the discrepancy in her statement, but it wasn't long before I discovered the true state of my late mistress's intentions toward me; for though I had never given my former mistress any reason to think that I liked her in any other than a purely platonic nature, she took a deep interest in my well-being. I didn't, of course, want to do the things she hinted at, but she continually held it over my head that she had taken me from the workhouse, and if I didn't do her bidding, she would see to it that I was returned there at the earliest possible moment."
"Well?” I encouraged her, seeing that she hesitated. “What then?"
"It was then she insisted that I play with her breasts."
"But,” I pointed out, “you told me but a little while ago that you liked doing it. Don't tell me now that you were fibbing me."
"No, madam, I wasn't telling a lie. It was true that I didn't want to do it at first, but, as I said, she held it over my head, and I was obliged to do it, and-well, I got to like doing it, I guess."
"Then,” I said, smiling prettily at her, “seeing that she was getting you to go that far, she insisted that you do her other hair. Is that it?"
She nodded, blushing as she did so.
"And you got to the point where you liked that, too?"
Again she nodded. “Yes, ma'am."
"Very well,” I said, smiling, “forget all about the alleged theft. Personally, I don't believe for a moment that you did anything wrong, and I think it most unkind of her to make you do something you disliked doing. But aren't you just the least bit glad, now?” And I reached out and encircled her waist with my right arm and drew her close.
She smiled then and nodded her head, the index finger of one hand tracing little imaginary figures on my belly.
I had been deeply touched by her story. It was not the first time I had heard of such practices being used when one wished to gain certain ends; but that did not in any way lessen my desire to indulge this girl's arts to the fullest. I said, “Now that you have told me so much, my dear, tell me this: Why did your mistress wish you to kiss and caress her titties? That part of the story interests me."
"Because she liked it,” answered Gene.
"And how long were you called upon to do this before she wanted you to ‘do her hair,’ as you refer to it?"
"About a week."
"Did she ever tell you why, or give any excuse as to why she wanted you to do this?” I asked.
Gene nodded, then: “She said her lover complained of her breasts being so small."
"Oh. So her lover was in the habit of seeing her breasts? Yes?"
"Yes, madam."
"And did this woman's lover know that you were sucking her titties?"
"Yes, madam, he did. In fact he encouraged it,” came the ready answer. “She gave me to understand that their wedding would be delayed until such time as her breasts were fully developed."
"And you believed this silly story?” I asked.
"At first I did."
"And afterward-weren't you glad she taught you such a delightful pastime?” I asked.
She nodded her head again.
"Now about the other hair,” I said. “Isn't it true that you liked doing that, too?"
"I'm afraid I did-though I didn't at first."
"And what was the reason for her wanting that hair done?” I asked, still holding her close to me.
"She said her lover liked it best when her thing was completely bare."
"Her thing?” I asked, smiling.
"Her pussy,” came the ready answer.
"And didn't you like her pussy-afterward?” I asked.
Gene nodded, though she blushed this time.
"Was it as pretty as mine?” I asked, nodding toward my own.
"Oh, no!” came the startled answer. “It seemed far bigger, and the hair about it was of a dirty black-not at all like yours!"
"Thank you,” I said, patting her bottom caressingly, “that is quite a compliment, indeed!” A daring plan came into my mind. There was no longer any doubt as to what Gene had been taught by this other woman, so why, I thought, shouldn't I profit by the other's trouble?
I said, “That's a strange coincidence, Gene. It happens that my lover also likes the hair on my pussy well out of the way when he kisses it. Does that shock you so very much?"