Chapter 2
With her complete failure to get at ancient Mortimer, Kathy became even more frustrated. She had always found life at home boring, and the only consolation the arrangement had ever given her was the ability to unleash her wrath on the servants. True, there were enough servants to keep her busy for quite some time, but all of the usual complaints of her usual petty dictatorship had grown boring.
Kathy spread out once again on her bed. She was once again clad in her silk lounging outfit and had become even more pissed off than before she had realized that the old man was unshockable. What she needed was something, oh, just a little kinky.
Leaving her room, Kathy made her way down to the dining room. At this hour of the day, all of the drapes were closed against the brightness of the sun. The long formal table and all of the formal furnishing in the room seemed particularly dreary. The entire room seemed dreary all the time for the young girl, even when it was blazing with light during a formal dining.
Far off in one corner of the room was a figure. Kathy had trouble making out the small figure, obscured in shadows, and then finally she realized that it was Anastasia, the silver girl.
So extensive was the family silverware, silver ornaments, and silver figures and nic nacks, that the Cumwot estate had always had a silver girl, whose sole job it was to maintain the heirlooms and collections. The job was indeed a full time job and a method of rotating the polishing had been in effect unchanged for at least six generations.
The young girl was hunched in one corner polishing silver. She was American born and raised. However her father was a professor of Russian history and he thought the name Anastasia perfect and fitting for his daughter.
"Ana," Kathy called out, causing the girl to flinch in surprise and raise her head. She was a good looking girl alright. She had a soft silky head of almost glowing hair. Her face was the bright angelic face often associated with products from Iowa and Nebraska.
"Yes, Miss Cumwot," she answered, not yet fearing the young girl, but having heard the rumors of her tantrums naturally experiencing a certain amount of trepidation.
"Ana, you are new here at Cumwot Manor, isn't that so?" Kathy asked, knowing darn well that the girl had been on the job less than a year. Ana was taking a break from her school, working for the Cumwot's so that she could pay her own tuition.
"Yes, Miss, I've been here about seven months now," Ana answered, from her gloomy little corner where she polished the silver.
"Yes, well, perhaps I should instruct you with the proper way to polish silver. I can see from here that you are going about the task all wrong," Kathy said, walking briskly up to the young girl.
In fact Ana was not polishing the silver wrong. She was polishing the silver as she had been instructed to, and as it had been polished for at least a hundred and twenty five years.
"Now, let me see how you are going about ruining our heritage," Kathy instructed when she was standing over the young girl. In fact, however, both girls were the same age.
Ana slowly began to polish the silver tray which she held in her hand. The cloth was of the softest possible linen, and the solvent she used was imported from an exclusive shop in London.
"NO, NO! NO! NO!" Kathy yelled at the girl, nearly causing her to drop the tray.
"But, Miss, this ... "
"I don't care what anyone told you, you should always polish counter-clockwise. Always counter-clockwise," Kathy instructed.
The young girl slowly began to polish the tray counter-clockwise, and her complete subservience brought out a nasty streak in Kathy. She had not expected the girl to be so docile, and she was tempted beyond control to see how far she could push the young girl.
Kathy, waited, like a tiger stalking her prey she waited. Then, as the girl was about to dab a little of the silver polish to the end of the polishing cloth Kathy once again attacked her.
There was tension in the air.
"NO! NOOOOOOOO! I swear you are a total fooool!" she wailed, causing the young girl to spill the polish unto her uniform. It was just precisely the reaction that Kathy had hoped for, and now she intended to take advantage of the situation.
"Sorry, Miss," Ana said, dabbing at the small stain the milky liquid had made on her gray uniform.
"Sorry, sorry, do you have any idea how much those uniforms cost? I swear you must be the most careless employee that we've ever hired," Kathy went on, her acting was superb and after awhile even she believed herself made at the young girl.
"I really am sorry Miss. I think it will come out. I really do," she said, her eyes now almost filling with tears.
"Sorry, sorry! Take that uniform off at once. My word, if it wasn't for the generosity of this family you'd be tramping around the campus of some second rate state university in blue jeans and a baggy sweater," Kathy said, standing over the girl with her arms folded in a solid display of displeasure.
"Pardon, Miss. If you will excuse me for a moment, I'll change my uniform," Ana said, rising to leave for her quarters where she knew a freshly pressed dress hung.
"What, go back to your room? I'm sure you'd like that, running back to your quarters so that you can waste half the day listening to rock and roll music," Kathy said.
"B-but.."
"No, buts, take that uniform off at once, and I won't hear another word," Kathy said, her arms still folded over her chest.
Very slowly the young girl began to unbutton the front of her uniform. Inch by inch her trembling fingers worked the buttons down the front of the plain gray dress, revealing a long swatch of flawless pale skin that lay below.
When the girl had undone the dress down to her waist, she very gracefully lifted one leg and stepped out of it. Then she carefully folded the slightly stained garment and held it in her hands, in front of her bountiful breasts.
"Now, that's something," Kathy said, giving the young girl's body a thorough once over. The girl was blushing from head to foot. She had the most beautiful body that Kathy had ever seen. It was long and pale, and her legs and breasts were perfectly shaped. Her diminutive manner turned Kathy on all the more because it represented just another way that the young heiress held the girl in her power.
"Now, return to your work," Kathy instructed.
"Like this?" Ana said, indicating her long shapely legs, stocking clad and simple panties and bra.
"Yes, like that, how else? You've already ruined your uniform," Kathy said, pointing to the neatly folded garment.
"But, what if someone should come in?"
"Shy are we? Well you have nothing to fear, I just happen to know that all of the other servants are off for the afternoon, and my father is out riding with his new wife," Kathy said.
"But, what about Mortimer? I just saw him," Ana countered.
"Look, don't worry about that relic, just get to your work, or soon you won't have a job," Kathy lectured.
Tears welling in her eyes, the young girl sat slowly down. She had no choice, she had to keep her job if she wanted to get her degree in Illuminated Manuscripts. She just had to graduate.
Picking up her rag, Ana began to rub the silver tray. She worked her hand over the gleaming surface, making sure to polish counter-clockwise.
While the young servant worked, Kathy stood above her watching. She could tell by the uneven rise and falling of her breasts that she was upset. But she wasn't nearly as upset as she would be.
Kathy stepped behind the young girl. She could sense Ana stiffen up as she strolled out of the young girl's sight. Kathy stood behind the young girl for a long time. She remained perfectly silent, watching the smooth even movements of Ana's long slender fingers as they glided over the smooth surface of the tray.
Then, very slowly, Kathy slipped out of her lounging suit for the second time that day. She let the silk garment fall around her with a whispering sigh, and then she was naked.
Ana sensed that something was about to happen but didn't know what. She could sense the movement behind her more than hear it, but she didn't know what to expect. It was an effort for her to keep from bolting from the room. It was a supreme effort to keep her hand working over the silvery surface of the tray.
Very slowly, Kathy reached down and put her hand on the girl's breast. She let her arm drape lazily over the girl's shoulder, and her hand fall carelessly over her bra-clad tit.
"Miss, I, I ... " Ana said starting to turn around, but was cut off by Kathy.
"Just get back to your work. You've goofed off quite enough for one day," Kathy snapped.
The girl returned to her polishing. Although the ancient tray gleamed like new under her care, she was scared to death to reach over and pick up a new piece from the carefully laid out assortment that awaited her on the end of the dining room's table. She forced her hand to keep the same counter-clockwise movements going.
Kathy's hand wiggled down between the girl's breast and the bra. She could feel the heat from the firm titty rising through her hand. She could feel the girl's heart beating a mile a minute, although to look at her you'd think that she was entirely oblivious to the intrusion that was taking place.
Very slowly Kathy rolled Ana's nice firm nipple in her hand. She let the little knob turn first one way and then the other. And despite the rush of thoughts and emotions that raced through Ana's head, her nipple hardened quickly into a very respectable berry shaped appendage.
There was another movement behind her, and then a touch, and Ana's bra feel from her chest. She let out a small cry, but kept polishing the silver tray. She was frozen to the chair in fear. She had no choice but to stay put.
Her chest was rising and falling more and more rapidly as she worked at the tray and Kathy worked at the breast.
After a short time however, Kathy grew tired of this game, as she grew tied tired of most games.
"Okay now, stand up, I want to see what you look like," Kathy said, her voice was firm, and didn't betray the slightest bit of lust that she felt.
The girl slowly rose to her feet. She still held the silver tray and as she rose brought the tray up to cover her breasts which were left exposed by the unhooking of her bra. Ana let out a little gasp when she saw that Kathy was completely naked. She hadn't bargained for that, and she let the tray fall to the ground.
"Foolish girl," Kathy yelled, and let her hand fly into action. She slapped Ana right across the face, and immediately four thin welts the identical size of Kathy's fingers appeared on the young girl's cheek.
Large tears rolled down Ana's cheeks. She had been pushed past the point where she could control herself and the slap had been like turning on a switch to her tear ducts.
The silver tray lay between the two girls. Looking at them was a study in contrast. Although they had similar beautiful bodies, while one was dark and fiery, the other was fair-skinned and innocent. Standing face to face in the semi-dark room, their nipples not four inches apart, an energy ran between the two.
"There, see, you've dented it," Kathy said, quickly stooping to pick up the tray that had fallen on the floor.
The tray in fact was not dented, but Ana was too terrified at this point to say anything. She simply stood with her head bowed, waiting for whatever fate would befall her.
"Foolish girl! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" Kathy said, her voice rising in a display of anger.
Ana did not answer. Her head remained down, as if she were studying some fascinating subject on the floor.
"On your knees! Get on your knees this instant! Do you hear me?" Kathy practically screamed at her.
The young girl dropped slowly to her knees, as if she wanted a better look at whatever it was that she was studying on the floor.
Then, moving with slowly deliberateness, a mark of the wealthy, Kathy got up on the table. She could feel the wood stick slightly to her bottom but overall she was comfortable enough.
"Ana, do you want to continue to go to your miserable little school?" she said, her voice now filled with what sounded like genuine sympathy.
"Yes, I do, I just have to finish," Ana answered, encouraged by Kathy's change of tone.
"Well, then, Ana, I must insist that you pay attention to me, and do everything I say," Kathy said, her voice becoming a little more hostile, but with a hint of understanding for the girl's plight.
Looking down at the girl nearly made Kathy cream. The face looked up at her from the floor. She was actually on her knees and Ana's two baby-blue eyes were melted over in clear tears. Her face was one of total subservience.
"Well, then, Ana, I want you to eat me. I simply won't take no for an answer, and refusal or an unsatisfactory job of it, will result in your immediate dismissal," Kathy said.
The young girl knelt in shock for a moment. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was absurd. Kathy Cumwot wanted her to perform vile and disgusting acts with her. Oh, if only she were back in the library at school pouring over small detail of an 15th century manuscript with a magnifying glass, her gray smock with its name tag securely buttoned up the front.
"And, you may start with my foot," Kathy said, proffering her perfectly shaped, slim foot to the young girl. She did this by simply raising it slightly, as if extending a hand for a young European boy to kiss.
Ana bent her head slowly toward the foot. Her lips puckered in a reluctant kiss. As she bent her head forward to touch the smooth skin with her lips, large salty tears dropped from her eye and fell on the arch of Kathy's foot.
The tear was like a drop of fire. It inflamed Kathy. It was positively the most erotic thing that she had ever felt. Woe, woe, the pleasures of the rich are decadent indeed. For a moment the thought of asking Ana to cry on her foot passed through Kathy's mind and then left, discarded as impractical at the moment.
Ana kissed the proffered foot. Her lips felt warm and moist on the arch where they met it.
There was sex in the air.
She kissed the foot again, working her way slowly up. Kathy could feel every movement of her mouth, she could feel the full lips trembling as they touched her smooth skin again and again.
Steadily thought slowly the young girl worked her way up her Mistress's smooth leg. Her lips bent to their work again and again. Her mouth trembled and her eyes remained closed.
The leg rose as Ana worked on it, and then fell back. Ana reached out and held the leg between her hands, her lips bending to meet the shapely limb.
Each kiss that the servant placed on her legs warmed her like a touch of fire. All of the nerves in her leg tingled and trembled, begging for the touch of the young girl's lips.
Kathy's cunt was soaking wet by the time that Ana had finished with her knee. Each kiss because it was slow seemed teasing and sensual.
"Higher my dear, please, don't dilly-dally," Kathy instructed the girl.
The kisses became more and more frequent. She could feel the mouth opening to meet her flesh. She could feel the young girl's hot breath as she released it through her cute little upturned nose.
Higher and higher the girl worked on Kathy. The kisses became wetter and wetter, and twice, Kathy could have sworn that she felt the gentle touch of a tongue, poke through those slightly parted lips.
Then Ana was at her thigh. Inch by inch her mouth crawled over the smooth warm expanse of the girl's thigh. Inch by inch the mouth neared its destination.
It was all that Kathy could do to keep from grabbing the girl's head and forcing it into her quivering box. Each kiss that Ana planted on the soft, supple skin seemed to be a tease.
Kathy lowered herself back. Her head rested behind her on the table and her legs remained dangling over the side.
Then Kathy could feel the girl's satiny hair between her legs. Her head was approaching the spot where the girl's legs came together. HER CUNT!
The golden hair now teased Kathy almost as much as the hot lips. It was as if the girl, in retribution for her slavery, which is what is was by now, was getting back the only way she could.
Kathy was growing impatient. She couldn't wait any more. She couldn't stand the teasing, and she was just about to accuse the girl of delaying her pleasure when she felt those full moist lips touch her cunt hair.
They touched her pussy hair for just a moment. They brushed by the dark bush, close enough to smell the musky odor of the pussy.
Then they touched the pussy's bush again. The lips whispering warm and inviting just over the surface of the girl's cunt.
Kathy couldn't stand anymore of it. She couldn't, she just couldn't. Very slightly Kathy raised her hips off the table, in a silent instruction to get on with it. To move ahead. Cover new ground.
The lips paused on the heiress's cunt. They just seemed to rest there on the springy black, bush as if they were tired. Their heat and moisture were instantly generated through to the quivering lips of Kathy's pussy below.
Then there was another sensation. Ana's tongue crept slowly out of her mouth. Her tongue moved from between her full rich lips and touched Kathy square on the snatch. It was as if an electric shock had been sent through the young girl. The tongue was like a hot poker and her cunt lifted off the table, as if by its own devices and tried to meet those warm yielding lips. But they were gone.
When Kathy's ass regained the table the lips returned. They rested once again on Kathy's cunt. This time they took the smallest lock of cunt hair they could, and gently pulled. The hair went right down to her pussy below. It was an electric feeling. Kathy had never felt anything like it.
The tongue stuck out again and caught Kathy right in the crack. It slowly and gently separated the delicate pussy lips and prodded evenly between her crack.
Ana could taste the pussy. She could smell it. And she could not deny that she was getting turned on by the whole thing. Who would have thought? She was well off her knees now. She supported herself by gracefully leaning on the table.
Kathy's hips rose once again off the table, urging the servant girl to lick her cunt.
Ana once again extended her tongue, and let the small pink pleasure tool ride the length of his mistress's pussy. She let her tongue glide from the very base of her cunt, way back near the asshole, to the very top, right where the clit was.
"oh, yes, yes, lick me," Kathy said, so Ana did it again. Her tongue ran smoothly along the crack, working its way in just a little and then retreating altogether when it reached the clit.
The hips rose off the table once more, but Ana did not back her mouth away this time. She let the hips push the pussy into her face. She welcomed it, for if the truth be told, she was wet too.
Slowly the silver girl began to work her tongue further and further into the cunt of the heiress. It was a perfect subject for a Marxist cartoon, and had a wandering artist been peeking through the window, it surely would have made the editorial page of some left-wing publication.
Ana was moving her tongue rapidly now. She was letting her wet, hot tongue glide and wander freely over the girl's cunt. In and out, in and out it flew, faster and faster until Kathy's hips were writhing and moving as fast as Ana head and tongue.
Ana began then to use her tongue as a little cock. She probed deep into Kathy's pussy with it, letting the pussy juice run freely down her chin, and in fact actually sucking some of it back into her mouth.
In and out, in and out, the tongue flew. It fluttered like a small bird again and again attacking the small nub of Kathy's clit and drawing passionate and meaningless cries from the girl.
Then Kathy wrapped her legs around Ana's head, driving her mouth right against her inflamed pussy. The young girl could barely move her head, in fact only her tongue remained mobile by that time, and she concentrated on the clit. She let her tongue flutter and flew like a captured mockingbird or hummingbird over the nub.
Slowly raising her hand from the edge of the table, then, Ana brought two fingers up between Kathy's legs and slowly inserted them into the soaking pussy. The fingers went in slowly and smoothly. Ana could feel the pussy clenching and spasming around her two fingers. The walls of the cunt seemed to want to draw them in deeper and deeper.
Slowly Ana began to pump the fingers in and out of the juicy cunt. In and out in and out they went, while above them the tongue flew about its business.
"OOOOOOOooooooh! YESSSSSSSSSSsssssss!" Kathy hissed as she raised her hips high off the table. She was consumed by her orgasm. Her legs held the young girl's head tight to the throbbing, spasming hole that was her cunt. She could feel the talented massaging that the young girl was giving her clit, and each lap of the tongue seemed to start a new orgasm. Wave after wave of intense pleasure passed over the young girl. Wave after wave of throbbing, pulsing, pleasure that made her head swim and her soul sail, was released and concentrated in her pussy.
When she finally stopped coming, Kathy's legs unwound around Ana's head. Both girls were trembling and Kathy reclined far back on the table while Ana resumed her position on the floor. The room was completely silent except for the hard breathing of both young women.
"That was very respectable. Very respectable indeed," Kathy said after a long time.
"Thank you Miss," Ana replied, her breath finally returning to norm. She even felt as if she could walk without trembling.
A small puddle had formed on the ageless wood of the table under Kathy's pussy, and the young girl turned to study it. She drew one finger through the juicy substance, drawing abstract designs.
CHAPTER THREEs
Days passed slowly after the incident with Ana. For a few days the young girl was steadily called to Kathy's room, where they would indulge in a variety of games. But soon Kathy grew tired of the girl. There was a sameness about it that veiled the whole act with an aura of respectability. It was boring.
So, Kathy Cumwot was back where she began. The house once again rattled and yawned in its age and Kathy roamed its seemingly endless corridors looking for, she knew not what.
And then there was the idea of her step-mother. Well, as far as Kathy was concerned, the woman was just an utter bitch. The three of them would eat at the huge dining room table in complete silence. And all the time, there would be the wicked witch of the North, blowing smoke toward the ceiling.
Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing To do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing, to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. The world seemed to close in on the young girl.
"Father," Kathy ventured one night during dinner, "I would very much like to go shopping. I haven't been shopping in ages and ages, and I desperately need some new things," Kathy concluded.
"Ah, shopping. You want to go shopping do you?" he said, his great good humor over being married again was turning him into a complete idiot. He would find the simplest remark amusing.
"Yes, I thought I might," Kathy said, her voice trailing off in a bored and tired whine.
"Well, I don't see any reason why not. As a matter of fact, why don't both of you girls go. A kind of girls' day out. Why both of you could have a regular shopping orgy!" he said, finding his own humor witty.
"I'm afraid I have all the clothes I could wear in two or three lifetimes, darling, but it's very sweet of you to offer," the Wicked Witch said, and Kathy was more than a little relieved at not having to spend the day with her.
"Okay, then. I suppose you can go by yourself. I'll have them bring the car around for you tomorrow morning," the Captain said.
"Tomorrow? Great!" Kathy had expected to get permission, she just didn't expect it to be so easy.
The next day when the car came around she was already standing on the front steps.
It was a long black car of indeterminate year which moved slowly over the smoothly paved drive from around the side of the large manor house.
The car came to a stop in front of the stoop, but Kathy made no move toward it.
The chauffeur opened the front door and then walked around to open the back door for his passenger.
Kathy began walking toward the car after the door had been opened.
As she approached the car she noticed that the drive was not the same old goat that had been driver for her father for years and years. True, this driver was wearing an identical uniform, but he couldn't have been more than twenty five. Kathy immediately noticed that he wasn't bad looking. In fact, both in terms of body and face, he was more than respectable.
"Where is Jeffries?" Kathy asked, pausing at the mouth of the opened door.
"Accident Miss. I've taken over his position," the young man said, his voice carefully modulated.
"Accident? What on earth happened to him?" Kathy asked.
"Torn colon Miss," the young man answered;
"Torn colon, how did that sweet old man manage to do that?"
"I'm afraid he had some rather unusual habits. He put things, up, up there that didn't quite belong," the man answered. And for all the emotion than showed in his voice, he could have been talking about traffic on a particularly crowded road.
"What? What on earth did he, er, insert?" Kathy said, becoming curious.
"Someone else's fist, Miss," the young man replied, answering the questions in completely graphic detail without over-stepping the bounds of good taste.
"I see. Well, I'm sure it was an accident, and that he shall recover soon," Kathy said boarding the town car.
They drove on over the narrow country roads that surrounded the estate. They had to drive for a small time before they passed land on either side that didn't belong to the Cumwot's. It always made Kathy a little sad to reach the point where her family's land ended. After the ancient stone and then white-board fences of the Cumwot estates had ended she always felt as if she were entering an inferior and somehow more hostile land.
Kathy spent most of the day romping from one department store to the next. She bought everything that would catch her fancy. She bought clothes she knew she would never wear, but which she wanted anyway. Most of the stores she shopped in knew the Cumwot name and assigned a special sales person to her. This person acted as one part tour guide, leading her through the different departments, one part bodyguard, one part salesman, and one part usher, leading department salesmen over to her when she came on the floor.
By the time that the chauffeur had loaded the last securely wrapped package into the car's ample truck it was almost closing time. They made their way slowly out of the city. The traffic crawled along inch by painful inch, at a monotonous stop and go pace.
"I say what's your name?" Kathy spoke into the intercom that separated the driver from the back passenger compartment where she sat.
"Wholebread Miss," the driver answered, his voice coming across slightly statically on the speaker.
"Well, Wholebread, how much longer do you suppose we'll be stuck in this traffic?" Kathy asked, stretching her long legs out in front of her as if she were exhausted.
"I would be hard to say Miss. I would suppose another forty-five to fifty minutes. We have the misfortune of returning home during the rush hour," he answered. For such a young man he had such an overly formal voice. He was like one of those servants that she had seen in England, whose parents were servants and whose parents parents were servants. That was really a great system, breeding them like choice cattle. Oh, if only they could import a few of those thoroughbred servants to the United States. That would be just the thing, breed them and maybe mate some of them with our own domestic ones.
When they passed out of the endless tangle of traffic and back toward the less travelled roads, Kathy felt herself relax. She could feel more and more at home the further and further she withdrew from the masses.
Soon the large car had approached a wide stretch of open country road, and Kathy once again felt at ease. The car travelled along easily, the fields flying by her darkly tinted window.
"Oh, Wholebread, please pull over to the side for a moment. I wish to take some air," and the young girl had to giggle to herself as she adopted the overly formal manner of her servant.
The car came to a smooth stop beside a field. The shoulder of the road was quite wide at the point where the car stopped, and the vehicle was partially hidden from the road by a small clump of trees.
Kathy waited patiently as the drive walked around to the door and opened it for her. Then, she very daintily descended the short step to the ground.
The driver remained at the open door as the young girl strolled up and down the road. The sun was in twilight and the western sky was painted with golds, oranges and reds. The air smelled of summer.
She walked for awhile and then started back to the car. She was just about to get in when she suddenly asked the driver a question.
"Wholebread, I must ask you. There is something that has been worrying me a great deal," she said, speaking earnestly and then taking a seat in the rear of the car. She did however leave her feet planted firmly on the ground, making it impossible for the driver to shut the door.
"Yes, Miss. I certainly will do my best to answer it," he said, his face looking straight ahead.
"Well, Wholebread, my question is this. Do I have nice legs?" she asked.
By the way the young girl was sitting a large expanse of white-stockinged leg was in evidence. The driver looked down at the leg and appraised them carefully.
"I would say that you have very lovely legs, Miss," he answered, and it was then that Kathy knew that she had him. The choice of the word "lovely" was completely out of character with his manner. An older and more experienced driver would have answered with a word like, "satisfactory" or "a great deal above average," or some other sexless and emotionless choice.
The driver blushed, because he knew what Kathy was thinking. It was just a matter of time now.
"Well, do you think you've seen enough of them?" the girl asked.
"I was only commenting on the portion I have been privileged enough to see," the driver answered, again his word choice a little too emotional.
"Well then, I suppose I should acquaint you with a larger portion, in order to give your opinion more validity," she said, and raised her skirt as high as she could without exposing her panties.
Her long shapely legs tapered out before her, her toes pointed enticingly slightly inward.
"They are very lovely," the driver said, the last word sticking in his throat.
"Yes, I like them too," Kathy said, studying them and then turning them slightly, first one way and then the other.
The driver was silent. His eyes still glued to her legs.
"Would you like to kiss them?" Kathy asked, once again examining her limbs as if they may have been object independent of her.
The driver didn't know what to answer. He wasn't quite certain if it was an order or a request for an opinion.
Kathy recognized his dilemma and quickly came to his rescue.
"Well, then, Wholebread, will you kiss my legs?" she said, re-stating the original question.
"Yes, Miss," the driver said, already dropping to his knees.
His mouth was much rougher then Ana's. She hadn't counted on that, and like most men, he tended to rush things. He was halfway up her calf in a matter of seconds.
"That will be quite enough Wholebread," she snapped suddenly, disappointed that her experiment with the driver did not go as well as her experiment with the silver girl.
The she had an idea.
"Let me see your penis Wholebread," she said, still sitting in the back seat of the car, the driver now once again on his feet.
"Pardon Miss?"
"I believe you heard me perfectly well. But for the sake of argument, I distinctly and clearly said, 'let me see your penis' that is if you do indeed have one," Kathy said, well aware that her last quip would shoot like an arrow at his masculine pride.
He quickly lowered the zipper of his uniform. He then fished around inside the large mouth for a moment and produced a moderately large penis that was half-hard (it was also half-soft according to Kathy's way of thinking).
He stood holding his penis in one hand, awaiting further orders.
Kathy studied the organ carefully. She leaned her head close, not raising a hand, but looking at the cock carefully.
"It certainly isn't very big, is it?" she said, hoping this would get his goat.
"That opinion would depend on whether Miss Cumwot has been spending an inordinate amount of time down by the stables," the driver shot back.
"Wholebread, I will pretend I didn't hear that last remark. However, kindly produce an erection, if you would be so good," she said, as if he might have one in his pocket.
The young driver began to slowly stroke his cock. He pulled on the long hardening organ lovingly, and in no time at all it was as stiff as a pole and much larger than it had first appeared.
Kathy continued to study it intently. The driver ceased pulling his pud and clasped his hands behind his back, military fashion.
Then she touched it. She simply stuck out one hand and touched the tip of his cock with one of her fingers. Wholebread didn't move. He didn't twitch.
Kathy let the finger that rested on the tip of the driver's cock wander down along the bottom, the nail tracing an interesting pattern along the sensitive underside.
Wholebread gave out with a low moan.
The finger recovered its route back up toward the tip of the cock and then left the organ, again retreating to the lap from whence it came.
Driver and girl remained in the same place for some time, neither saying a word.
"Wholebread, I would like you to service me," Kathy said .
The driver didn't move.
"Did you hear what I said Wholebread?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss," the answer came back.
"Well, then, get to it," she said, as if she were asking him to wax the automobile.
The driver once again fell to his knees. This time he went straight for her pussy. He reached up into the remaining two or three inches of the skirt and pulled down her silk panties.
Then the driver leaned forward and prepared to go down on the young girl.
"No Wholebread, that won't be necessary. As you can see I'm ahead wet, and you so botched the other little task I asked you to perform with your mouth," Kathy instructed.
The young girl leaned far back on the wide seat. Her legs had plenty of room to part and she offered the driver a perfect view of her gaping pussy.
The driver approached. His cock was still hard and twitched with lust as he brought it nearer and nearer to her wet cunt.
The very tip of his cock touched her dripping pussy and she could feel the heat of his dick penetrate her to the very core.
The cock slid easily between her two cunt lips. It was a large load, but Kathy was more than capable of handling it.
Inch by inch the cock slid into her dripping cunt. The long shaft vanished a little at a time until it was completely buried in her pussy.
Then, as Wholebread began to withdraw his pecker, he began to move his hips. First his hips moved one way and then the other. Little by little his cock withdrew, inch by glistening inch it came back into view.
He fucked her as slowly as she had ever been fucked. He fucked her in long unhurried strokes, letting his cock bathe and fill her as he inserted it ever so slowly and then teasing her with movements of his hips and false stops as he drew it slowly out.
Again and again he filled her and then retreated. Again and again his cock filled her to the brim and then slowly pulled away.
"Oh, yes, Wholebread, fuck me, fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before. I want it all. I want to see everything you can do," she moaned as his cock filled her.
As if she had given a signal the driver's hands flew to her blouse and unbuttoned it.
His hands found her breasts and began massaging the perfect globes through the thin material of her bra. The nipples stuck out like little eraser points, begging his hands to tease and pull them, which he was only too happy to do.
In the meantime, his cock was moving quicker and quicker. His thrusts had become long quickening thrusts which filled her only for a moment and then left, leaving her wanting it again.
Faster and faster he fucked the young heiress. Her ass began to bounce on the back seat as he made his thrusts longer and faster.
"Yes, yes, that's the way I like it," she said, urging him on, grabbing him by his strong shoulders and pulling him closer.
Faster and faster he fucked her. His cock was now pounding into her gaping cunt. His balls doing a little jog behind the rock-hard pole.
Then she was coming. She could feel her orgasm building deep within her. She could feel wave after wave wash closer and closer, until her cunt exploded in pleasure.
"Yessssssss! Yessssss! FUCK ME!!! I'M COMING!!!" she shouted, lifting her ass far up off of the seat in order to meet his brutal thrusts.
Her cunt spasmed and clenched. It seemed to have a mind of its own when it was in the throes of an orgasm. Again and again it rose to meet his plunging cock.
Then she was finished. It had been a short orgasm for her. Not much really. Nothing more than a twitch.
"That will be quite enough Wholebread," she said, her ass settling into the cushions of the backseat.
Immediately his thrusting stops.
"Beg pardon Miss?" he asks.
"I said, that will be quite enough. Kindly withdraw your penis," she answered, her voice icy cold.
Slowly Wholebread drew his cock from her still wet, and positively warm cunt. His cock was achy and cold in the fresh air. The drive resumed his previous stance, hoping against hope that perhaps she will give him a blowjob.
Kathy straightened her dress and sat facing forward, waiting for Wholebread to close the door.
"Home please," she said, her voice cutting the driver, with his cock hanging out, like a knife.
Slowly the driver replaced his sticky cock back into his trousers and slammed the door.
The car started off in a cloud of dust, spitting gravel behind it in an angry spray.
They drive on and on and neither driver nor passenger said anything. Finally the Cumwot estate appeared. It came to the duo as a flawless white fence. Beyond the fence was a great pasture of rolling green hills. Dotted over the hills as if dropped randomly from the sky are dozens of Arabian horses. The horse graze and romp over the pasture like small toy animals come to life.
Kathy had always felt a great relief with sight of home. She had always felt safe and somehow, richer, with the objects and totems of her wealth surrounding her.
They passed the white fence after a long while and a stone fence took its place. The stone fence was constructed over two hundred years ago and seems to run on forever. Behind the stone fence is forest. Acre after acre of pleasant woods, stocked each year with partridge and pheasant. The woods are carefully kept up and dead or dying trees immediately disposed of. It had been at least five years since a Cumwot stepped foot into the forest with a gun, binoculars or camera.
Finally the more finished and more pleasant stone fence of the immediate estate came into view.
Kathy hadn't felt uncomfortable in the presence of the driver, but she was getting some hostile vibes. Probably because she wouldn't let him have his little orgasm. But, after all, he was a servant. She couldn't very well have him coming in her. And to service a servant, well, Amy Vanderbilt would have had something to say about that.
On further consideration, Kathy supposed she could have let Wholebread go off in the field or behind a bush or something and dump his seed on the ground. But by the very end, she was getting hungry, and that sort of activity is why her father gave the servants one day and an alternating weekend off.
By the time Kathy had unpacked all of her booty from the shopping spree, and changed her clothes, her father and step-mother were already eating.
Naturally a complete dinner had been kept warm for her, but her father did look a little annoyed, even as she kissed him tenderly on the cheek.
"Uhmph, and what took you so long?" he asked, as Kathy took her place at the long table.
"Sorry, we got held up in this beastly traffic jam as we were leaving the city. I can't imagine fighting that traffic every day," she said, digging into a fruit cup.
"May I remind you young lady that your great-grandfather fought Blackfoot Indians," Kathy's father said.
"My, that must have been interesting, the Blackfoot were peaceful," Kathy's stepmother blurted in.
"That my dear, is a widely held misconception," the Captain said, turning his attention to his new wife, his face softening visibly.
Dinner, like always, passed in silence. The meal was the usual heavy fare and Kathy couldn't wait to escape from the table. Minute after minute ticked by and finally the meal was over with.
When the three of them finally parted company, it was for the evening.
Kathy hurried upstairs to bed where she had a hot gay novel hidden, purchased at a short trip to one of the stores. She just loved reading about men doing it to each other. It was one of her favorite things.
The young girl read her book long into the night. She actually fell asleep with the book in her hand.
As the young girl slept, the old house creaked and moaned. The large clock in the western wing chimed on the hour and quarter hour and the servants moved about their chores and then retired, using their own set of stairs to reach out of the way quarters.
Far off in the master bedroom Captain Cumwot had retreated with his new wife. They had retreated to the large canopied bed and soft down mattress.
The Captain lay down very carefully, as if his bones were brittle. He then let his wife tie him up. He was helpless then. He couldn't move a muscle.
The Captain couldn't move even as the woman, standing over him, dressed entirely in black leather now, tested the elasticity of a large black leather whip that culminated in a knot of hard leather.
When the first sounds of the whip and the Captain's constrained yells reached the halls through the thick wooden door of the master bedroom, everyone was asleep. All of the servants were safely away, and the house was quiet.
Only the overtly curious passerby would have put an ear to the door to better hear the sharp whistle of the whip, the smack of leather on flesh quickly followed by an old millionaire's soft moans of pleasure and pain.