Before the Fucking

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Servant Girl

It wasn’t that Jennifer was a lesbian, not especially. She was a happily married, heterosexual woman, with a husband, Geoff, whom she loved, and slept with, and such.

What Jennifer was, was a bit of a kinky whore, and her kink was Geoff’s infidelity: well, he wasn’t actually unfaithful until she asked him to be – and so is that infidelity, probably not?

Ok, so what she liked were the girls, the mistresses, the lovers: she liked how their sexual superiority made her feel small, and she liked to service them, before and after the fucking.

It’s silly explaining in the theoretical: I’ll tell you about last night, a reasonably ordinary night for them – not the norm, but around two or three time a month. Geoff had found the girl, Emma, on a dating sight – or rather they had found her together, under Geoff’s profile. The awkward bit is always explaining what it’s all about, and nine times out of ten they run for the hills, but Emma said what the hell. Geoff was a sexy guy, and the idea of being worshipped by this woman, whoever she was, actually seemed quite fun. She was open minded: she’d fucking need to be.

‘So, you’re like… his… slave?’ She asked, once they all had drinks and were sitting in the living room.

‘No, not really. Servant, I suppose, and only when you’re here, or rather when someone else is here,’ Jennifer said.

‘Right,’ she looked confused, ‘and servant is different how?’

‘Well, you can’t spank me, or hurt me; you have to ask me to do things, and then I’ll do them, obediently, like a maid, not order me to do them and call me names and such.’

‘But you don’t get a maid to lick your fanny.’

‘No, that’s true, but that’s the… the-‘

‘The ethos of the situation, the feel of the situation,’ Geoff chimed in, ‘it’s maid-esque.’

‘Right.’

‘Do you watch us have sex?’

‘It depends what you want – what you tell me to do.’

‘Ask, you said.’

‘Ask, tell, order: as I say, it’s not like a favour, it’s like your boss at work, its usually framed as a question, though that isn’t necessary, but the implication is that you, sorry I, have to do it.’

‘Right.’

‘Like a maid.’

‘Ok, yeah, I get the maid thing now.’

‘Sorry.’

Geoff remained very quiet; this kind of wasn’t his circus very much. He liked it; he got to sleep with other women and his wife got turned on; but it was her kink, and thus her onus of explanation.

‘So I decide if you watch or not?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Hang on, you’re my servant as well as his.’

‘Oh yeah, definitely. In many ways I’m more your servant than his. It’s you I am there to…. service.’

‘So, if I want my cunt licked before the sex, I just tell you to get down there and do it.’

‘Exactly.’

It was at this point, though the notion of the evening remained unclear to her, that she decided just to get stuck in. It’ll be like cards, she thought, easier to understand once you get going. Though she also thought that sex and cards were definitely a bad comparison.

‘Geoff, I think it would be better if she sat on the floor, what do you think?’

‘Definitely.’

‘On the floor please, and no more wine.’

The glass was snatched from her as she knelt on the floor, and the wine poured into Emma’s glass.

‘Undress my feet, and give them a bit of a massage.’

‘Yes, Ma’am.’

The ma’am was a nice touch, though it did initially make Emma squirm. She guessed that was another difference: she was ma’am and not mistress. She had been a mistress before, to men and once to a women, but she’d never been a boss like this. She would simply have to start slow, and try to lead off Geoff, though he was very quiet.

‘Come here Geoff, and give me a kiss.’

The kiss was passionate, and tender, and emphasised for the benefit of Jennifer, who was already starting to feel turned on. She was rubbing Emma’s now bare and slightly sweaty feet, as she had done for countless other girls. For some reason this was usually where women started. It seemed genuine, which was nice: she did want to service them, the girls, in a genuine fashion – to do what they wanted, not do what they thought she wanted to be told to do.

‘Suck them.’

‘Yes, Ma’am,’ and immediately three of the toes on her left feet were in Jennifer’s mouth. Geoff put on some music, and they made out a little more.

‘Is there anything you won’t do, just so that I know?’

She sat back, though continued to massage with her hands.

‘So I won’t do shit; and nothing goes outside the house and the curtains stay closed; and nothing overly painful. That’s about it.’

‘Ok. And if I asked you do something you won’t -‘

‘Then I’ll just say no. I’m your servant not your slave, ma’am.’

‘Good. Go and get us something to snack on.’

She ran off to the kitchen to get food, walking, if this is even a thing, a bit like a maid would.

Emma chatted with Geoff, about other things, kind of like it was a date, which I think was the point. She did check with him that that was the point: and he said sarıyer escort ‘kinda’. He was a man of few words. She was deciding if she wanted Emma in the room whilst they fucked, or if that would be too much.

Emma came back in with a plate of nibbles, asked if she should top up the wine, and then after doing so went to return the extra wine glass to the kitchen.

‘No, dear, actually, keep that here for now.’

‘Ok, sorry, Ma’am.’

‘That’s ok. After all this wine I think I need the loo. So what’s going to happen is you’re going to help me take off my panties, and then hold the glass under me to catch my piss.’

‘Yes, Ma’am, of course.’

Ok. So this was a yes. She wasn’t sure, but remembered that shit was on the no-no’s list, and not piss.

Once the glass was full, Emma lifted up the bottom of Jennifer’s skirt and used it to wipe herself clean, leaving a dark patch on it that all three stared at as it fell.

She thanked Jennifer, in the way one would a waiter who had brought you your menu, and then informed her very formally that this was her drink for the night. ‘There is no rush to finish it, but it should be done before I need to go again.’

‘Yes, Ma’am. May I start now?’

‘You may.’

Watching the girl drink her piss from the wine glass, doing so as though it were a perfectly ordinary thing to do, was very erotic, and Emma was starting to get a little wet. Men almost never made her cum, but luckily tonight she had a woman to do that for her – before and after. She liked the thought of Jennifer licking her to orgasm as her husband’s cum ran out of her, though she was getting ahead of herself. Take things slowly! This is fun. Don’t rush.

‘I assume I am ok to stay the night? I can’t drive home after all.’

‘Yes of course.’ Geoff said,’ you can stay in my bed with me, or in the spare bed.’

‘And her?’ she gestured to the servant with her foot, without looking at her; the distain was a little forced, but it was part of the act. She needed to be like a formal, sophisticated dom. The worry perhaps was that she would revert to full dominatrix and call her a slut to pinch her nipples or something.

‘She can sleep on the floor either by the bed, either bed that is, or in the hall. And she will be up in the morning early to clean and make breakfast, and anything else you want her to do.’

‘Until when?’

‘Until you leave. There is really no rush.’

‘You know what really turns me on,’ she said, resting her head in Geoff’s lap lovingly, as Emma took another swig of piss.

‘What?’ he stroked her hair.

‘A bit of porn.’

‘I can go and get my laptop or something if you want?’

‘Noooo. She can be our porn. Can’t you?’

‘Yes, Ma’am. Anything you want?’

‘You got a dildo?’

‘Yes, Ma’am. Want me to go and get them?’

‘Definitely.’

She ran off upstairs, and came back quickly with a pile of three dildos, of varying length, which she put next to the nibbles. Emma took an olive, and then picked up the largest dildo.

‘What’s this then. 8?’

‘Yes, Ma’am. 8.’

‘Come closer and open your mouth.’

She spat the pit of the olive into Jennifer’s mouth, and then ordered her to go and bin it, which she did dutifully, and once she was back she undressed, upon Emma’s orders, sat back and started to work the 8 inch dildo into her arse. She seemed unphased by the development of the situation, though Geoff was definitely a little surprised.

‘See,’ Emma said to Geoff, ‘it’s like our very own porno. Maid shoves 8-inch dildo into her arse! 5000 views, 43 likes, 2 dislikes.’

They giggled.

For lubricant the girl only had her own spit: she spat on her fingers, and applied it to her arse, and then deepthroated the dildo to gagging point in order to lubricate that. She was a bit of an expert at all of this it seemed. Though the dildo would take a lot of work to get into the arse.

Emma could feel Geoff’s stiffening cock on the side of her face. He stroked her hair lovingly, and the sofa looked positively romantic, as though they were watching a film. Until she unzipped him and started slowly sucking him off. Geoff sat back, drank wine, and ate the odd bit of cheese, watching his wife’s anus slowly take more and more of the 8-inch dildo.

Jennifer’s face was a treat: though she could easily do this slowly, and it not be particularly painful, she wanted to serve properly, and so was rushing somewhat, every thrust going that bit further, causing her to shut her eyes tightly, suppressing each moan. There was an assumption that she should be quiet, like a maid would, making little fuss about anything.

After about ten minutes the dildo was in, and Jennifer asked, as though it were the most innocent thing in the world: ‘now that it’s all the way in, ma’am, should I keep going?’

‘Nope, you can take it out and suck it clean for me?’

‘Ok, ma’am.’

And she did, dutifully. Not batting an eyelid at the taste of her own shit, though her arse was rather in şarkışla escort shock at having to open to fit that inside of it and then immediately being left empty again.

Once it was clean she put it back on the table, and finished the rest of the piss.

Geoff was starting to get close; she could feel it. Jennifer was just kneeling there, watching.

Emma started to speed up the sucking, with no more breaks to order Jennifer about, and soon felt his salty cum firing into her mouth.

Once he had totally finished she sat back up, with a mouth full of cum, which she promptly spat at Jennifer, who was too slow to open her mouth.

‘Doesn’t’ she look pretty, love?’ Emma said to Geoff, both of them staring at the cum-covered face, completely unmoved.

‘You can clean it up with your panties?’

‘Thank you, Ma’am.’ The response was said upon instinct, unphased by the globule of cum that entered her mouth upon opening. Emma giggled as she noticed a small swallow from the girl as she picked up her underwear to wipe off the cum.

‘I think another bottle of wine, and then you can come and eat me out? How does that sound?’

‘Yes, Ma’am. Of course, Ma’am. Red or white?’

‘Red please.’

‘Of course, Ma’am.’

And she scurried off to the kitchen as Emma helped Goeff back into his trousers, and then they helped themselves to more nibbles, commenting on the cheese. Geoff had bought it online, from Spain, after they had been on holiday there and rather taken a liking to it. The situation was incredibly strange; and what was most strange was the normalcy with which it was conducted. Emma could easily see herself asking to come round again upon leaving the following day, however she was also conscious that this might not be allowed, and so to take all the opportunities she could whilst she was there.

Jennifer came back with the bottle, opened it and poured them each a glass, and then knelt down between Emma’s legs and waited for the instruction to start.

‘Now we’re in no rush here, Jennifer, remember that. Nice and slowly. And don’t be afraid to let your tongue wander down to my arse; I like the feeling of someone sucking my arse, there’s a good girl.’

‘Yes, Ma’am, of course, Ma’am.’

The cunnilingus was exquisitely performed. This girl was a master. Jennifer wondered how many other girls she had sucked on this sofa, and others in the bedroom, probably in the hallway, on the stairs. The marital home of this couple must be filled with the ghosts of sexual encounters, with women fucked by Geoff and then serviced by Jennifer. She felt an urge to do something that they hadn’t done before, to leave her mark, such that when she left, if this was only a one-time thing, they would remember her forever.

Jennifer started by kissing Emma’s thighs, and then sucking a little, almost leaving a love bite, but not quite, and then moved onto just rolling her tongue up and down the slit. Though already very wet Emma’s cunt was still very tight, and Jennifer played with that, not opening it up just let, but enjoying the closure of it.

A few dashes to the hood of the clit, and one flick over the clit, made Emma jump a little, though Jennifer then returned to the labia, allowing the orgasm to build very slowly.

After a while she descended to Emma’s anus, and played with that, circling one way, and then slowly down a little, and then going the other way. Emma placed her hand gently on Jennifer’s head, not controlling the situation, but enjoying the little bit of added pressure.

Geoff noticed that his wife was squirming a little bit: Jennifer had her eyes closed at this point.

‘Emma, lovely, can we pause for a second?’

Confused, Emma opened her eyes, and moved her hand away. Jennifer moved her face back, which was covered in Emma’s juices. The angle necessary for the anulingus had meant that her nose and eyes were pressed into Emma’s cunt, and thus dripping wet by now.

‘Why are you squirming Jennifer?’

‘Oh, yes sir; I kind of need to loo, sir.’

‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ Emma asked, a little crossly, though internally rather enjoying the opportunity to scold her a tad. This was the problem with the servant thing, you can’t just randomly hurt them.

‘I wanted to make you feel good first?’

‘But at that speed, which was good, and was what I asked for, it might be ages. What if you’d made a mess?’

‘I’m really sorry, Ma’am.’

‘Indeed you should be. Deceiving me like that?’

‘I’m very sorry, Ma’am, really. May I use the toilet now?’

‘What do you think, Geoff? Should she be punished?’

‘I think she should be allowed to piss first, and then we should probably punish her somewhat?’

‘Piss in the glass!’

‘Yes, Ma’am.’

She grabbed the glass, thrust it under cunt, and immediately let out a torrent of urine, bubbling and splashing and firing its way into the wine glass, which was getting rather full very quickly.

She stopped.

‘I think the glass is too small, Ma’am.’

‘Then drink şarköy escort it!’

‘But I’ve-‘

‘Or hold it – you’re choice.’

She had not drunk her own piss before. She was there to serve the girls, and this didn’t feel like service, but it was also her only choice without staining the carpet, and it was a punishment, or rather she assumed this was the punishment and there wouldn’t be more. The dildo in the arse was similarly not a service, though she had done it because it had been guised as entertainment, and it was nothing she hadn’t done before, just not upon orders from one of her husband’s lovers.

There was a pause: a thought, a decision, was made. She closed her eyes, and took a breath, and then threw the wine glass back, downing the piss like it were a pint and she were a university student at a houseparty.

She then returned the glass to her cunt and just about refilled her with her piss.

‘Good.’

‘Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.’

‘Now continue. We will decide on a punishment later.’

She returned to her position, the tongue heading directly for Emma’s anus, where it had been, as though there had been an advert break at a cliffhanger, and the show had restarted to reveal the protagonist’s secrets.

After another five minutes Emma pulled Jennifer away from her cunt, to which she had returned after a little more anulingus, to remind her: ‘the glass must be empty when I next need a piss.’

‘Yes, Ma’am – of course. May I have some more now?’

‘You may.’

She picked up the glass, looked at it, and then took about half in one gulp. Emma was noticing that she was phased by the notion of her own piss in a way that she wasn’t about Emma’s. Clearly there was a difference.

‘Why is this harder to do than my piss was, Jennifer?’

‘I don’t know, Ma’am. It feels rather more, embarrassing…’

‘So not the taste?’

‘The taste is different, Ma’am, yes, but I’ve drunk many girls’ piss, and they are all different. No, it’s the knowledge that it is my own, Ma’am’

‘First time tonight?’

‘Yes, Ma’am.’

‘Have you ever drunk Geoff’s?’

Both spouses shook their heads.

‘Interesting?’

‘And if I were to say that the biggest turn on I could think of was to watch you drink a man’s piss directly from the cock…’

‘Then I would do it, Ma’am.’

‘Good to know. Now make me cum, and cum fucking hard.’

‘Yes, Ma’am.’

She returned the glass to the table, with around a 125m glass’s worth of piss in it, and then returned ferociously to Emma’s cunt. This time the feeling was different: this time she had been asked to make her cum, not just to eat her out.

Within minutes Emma was starting to lose control of her body, moaning loudly, and aggressively holding Jennifer’s head with both of her hands. She was attempting to refrain from clamping the little slut’s head in between her legs, though her body was desperate to do so. The servant would be unable to take her lips away from Emma’s clitoris, anyway, if she had wanted to or not. Geoffrey appeared to be hard once again, excitedly watching the pair of them. Once the orgasm struck, like the breaking of a dam, she did indeed close her legs, rather violently, and moan what would probably be better described as a scream.

She did not, quite, though she felt it would have been close, squirt, though her servant’s face was still covered in Emma’s cum, and red from the force that had been applied to it.

Having been released she immediately picked up the glass and finished the last swig of piss, her own piss, though she was at this point practically unphased by it, and considered that she might like to be humiliated in such a fashion again.

‘Good girl, though I think we’ll dispense with the glass this time,’ Emma said, eventually, the orgasm having pretty much subsided. ‘Open your mouth as wide as you can; you are going to drink my piss directly from the source, and consider that what you spill or don’t spill will probably affect where you sleep tonight.’

‘Yes, Ma’am.’

She was the cruellest of bosses yet. Both Geoff and Jennifer though so. There was even a quick shared glance. Goeff was surprised by it, and perhaps a little uncertain, whereas Jennifer fucking loved it, and was considering in future describing herself as a slave, and taking the more violent and mean treatment that such a description would entail.

She opened her mouth, and held it as close without touching as she could to her mistress’s pee-hole. She knew rather intimately Emma’s cunt by this stage, and was reasonably certain of her placement. The first shot of piss hit perfectly, and was eagerly swallowed. The problem came once the stream was regular, and quickly filling the servant’s mouth. She had rather supposed that Emma might stem the flow to allow her time to swallow, and Emma had actually supposed that herself, but no such allowance took place, and Jennifer was forced to swallow as quickly as she could, allowing a second’s worth of piss to bounce off her closed lips and down onto her body.

‘Good girl,’ she said again, once the piss had subsided, and Jennifer felt compelled to thank her for the compliment. The line between servant and slave was blurring, and she was tempted to tell Emma straight up that she wanted to be her slave from now on, but felt that it might ruin the situation, and instead allowed Emma to continue with the gradually more domineering trend.

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