Chapter 10

Angela looked frightened." Tm sorry. I changed as fast as I could."

"You're sorry-what?" Vivian demanded.

"Oh-Ma'am! I'm sorry, Ma'am!"

"You won't learn, will you, Angela? You simply refuse to learn. I ought to punish you, teach you to remember. You did bring my special whip, didn't you?"

"Oh, please don't, Ma'am! Yes, I brought everything you instructed me to bring." The girl's voice quivered. "I made a list so I wouldn't forget."

"It's a damn good thing for you, then," Vivian said meanly. "I can't stand being disobeyed. Now trot in the kitchen and serve Delia and me drinks. We're thirsty. Hurry! And don't take all day, stupid. Get moving!"

"Yes Ma'am. Of course!"

The girl ran out of the room. Vivian looked at Delia. "See what I mean? Isn't it nice to have someone jump when you speak? She's so eager to please me she can't do enough."

"I'd say she's more terrified than eager," Delia said. "And what was all that talk about a whip? This is getting crazier by the minute. Don't tell me you actually whip that poor creature! I couldn't believe it!"

"I certainly will whip her if she displeases me," Vivian said, fingering her red hair. "What is a whip for? It's to punish, isn't it?"

Angela returned bearing the drinks on a tray. Her hands shook as she served them. "Don't be so nervous!" Vivian shouted, startling the girl. "If you spill anything on me you're going to be sorry!"

The girl's large dark eyes showed panic. Delia found herself hoping to God Angela didn't splash the drink she was trying to hand to Vivian. The suspense became distracting. Delia didn't like it and she said, "I think I'll take my drink to my room, leave you two alone."

"Don't be silly," Vivian said. "You're staying right here. Angela will serve and pamper us both. Won't you, Angela?" She sent a challenging glance at the girl. 'You love waiting on us, don't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And you'd feel hurt if Delia left us, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I certainly would."

"Good, that settles it," Vivian tittered. She took a sip of her drink. "You know what I've missed most, Angela? One of your famous pedicures. I've been having to do my feet myself, and I do an awful job."

"I think they look lovely," Angela said.

"Nevertheless, I'd like for you to do them. You do want to, don't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I'd be glad to."

"You can pedicure Delia also. I want her to see how nicely you do it."

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll get the light."

Delia felt uncomfortable about all this, but couldn't bring herself to get off the bed and leave. There was something ironically fascinating in the absurd situation. It tantalized her imagination. She felt awed that Vivian could enslave the hapless Angela to such a degrading degree. But evidently she'd succeeded in doing just that. Delia, in spite of herself, felt a perverse tingle of pleasure at the thought.

Within minutes Angela had pulled a chair close to the bed and Vivian had dropped her feet in her lap. Angela handled the dainty feet with utmost care, as though they were formed of fine china. Her eyes lighted somewhat. Evidently she loved the task of beautifying Vivian's feet Delia watched, her interest growing.

Vivian lay propped against the headboard of the bed, smiling, looking very content with herself as the maid busied with her feet. "Be extremely careful with the cuticles, Angela. You know how sensitive they are."

"Oh, I will, Ma'am. I will!"

"Move in a little closer. You're too far away."

Angela moved to the edge of the chair. Her glance kept flitting up Vivian's shapely legs to the red bush of pussy hair. The pussy hair was thick, finely textured and very long, almost long enough to comb. The more you studied the flamboyant redhead, Delia decided, the more attractive she became.

When Angela had Vivian's feet toes and nails looking like pearls, she glanced timidly up and murmured, "May I?"

Vivian shrugged. "Oh, I suppose so. You've done a nice job."

Angela bent and kissed the dainty feet. She kissed them reverently, adoringly, as though they were objects of art. Delia looked at Vivian and Vivian smiled back and winked. Then the redhead returned her attention to the girl mooning Over her feet. Angela seemed to be turning on sexually. Her kisses grew intense, began traveling up one of the curvy calves. Vivian's eyes were amused. She put one foot on the maid's shoulder. Angela made a small gasp and kissed farther along the lovely leg in her grasp.

"This is the happy part of a pedicure," Vivian told Delia. "Getting eaten by your maid." She sipped her drink, smiling over the rim of her glass. "Oh, Delia, don't look so shocked! Why shouldn't I reward my maid? I wouldn't deprive her of her one and only happiness, would I? Of course I wouldn't!" She laughed.

Delia thought she must be dreaming. Never in her life had she seen anything to equal this. She watched as the maid's impassioned kisses moved from the leg in her lap to the one resting on her shoulder. She was making little noises of eagerness, of joy, of deepest happiness. Her tongue flicked over the sleek white skin, her mouth followed each and every contour of the lovely limbs. Vivian looked smug. She accepted the worshipful overtures as though they were her just due.

Suddenly, with a small cry of anguish, the dark-haired girl plunged her face in the red forest of Vivian's pussy, began licking and kissing hungrily. Vivian giggled. She let her legs dangle over the maid's shoulders. Her feet worked sensually up and down the girl's back. She undulated her body slowly, obviously finding pleasure in the lascivious tonguing of her cunt

"Here, take my drink," Vivian said shakily to Delia. "I'm getting all het up and don't want to slosh it. Oooo . . . Angela has a marvelous tongue. It knows just the right places."

Delia dumbly took the drink from Vivian's hand and set it aside. She found her own hands shaking, and put her glass down, too. She swallowed and returned her attention to the two females. They both were breathing deep sighs of bliss. Delia couldn't tear her gaze from the lust-locked girls. Vivian's eyes rolled back in her head and she bounced her ass a couple of times in erotic glee. "Wheee! Oooooo, it's getting so goooood!"

Delia's fascination grew. Her heart was beginning to throb watching Angela lick and loss and bury her face in the long, titian-colored mound of Vivian's pussy. Delia wondered about herself. Strange feelings washed over her. Somehow she felt terribly let down. She couldn't quite understand it

Angela had slid completely off the edge of the chair and was lying half on, half off the side of the bed. Her hands were groping at Vivian's thighs and flanks while her mouth worked at the redhead's slowly grinding cunt. Delia swallowed again, noisily this time. Vivian looked up at her.

Vivian grinned and stuck out the tip of her tongue at her in childish fashion. "Don't be jealous, darling," she said. "I still love you, too."

Her words startled Delia, making her flush. She felt at a loss for an answer. Could this be true? No, it couldn't! But yet, deep inside, she realized Vivian was right-this was jealousy she felt. She envied Angela for being between those lovely legs licking Vivian's delicious cunt. Yes, it was true. She hated herself for the knowledge, but she couldn't help it, it was suddenly all too obvious to deny.

"Come here, precious," Vivian cooed at her, stretching her arms toward her. "You can love me, too. There's enough of me to go around. She giggled impulsively.

Delia stared. "No . . . no . . . " She had mixed emotions of restraint and desire. She didn't want this to happen . . . she couldn't let it happen. It was too outrageous to consider.

But Vivian was reaching for her, slim fingers beckoning, flexing and relaxing for Delia to come into her arms. Delia felt weak. Unconsciously her tongue wet her lips. She felt horribly tempted. Vivian looked so divine! Her firmed-up tits, not too large, not too small, seemed to be calling for her lips. The nipples had pinked to a lush fine shade, standing up straight and hard.

"Oh, no," Delia breathed. "Oh, please, no more!"

"Yes, darling, yes . . . " Vivian insisted, her tone a haunting demand that seemed to come from far away. "Come here . . . come love me."

"I've got to get away from you," Delia heard herself saying. "I can't let you drag me down to this. You're poison . . . in your soul and body you're poison . . "

"Tomorrow, precious. You can change your mind tomorrow. But for now . . . love me . . . I want your love . . . "

The flexing fingers reached Delia's face, caressed her cheeks, drifted like teasing feathers over her lips. Delia's brain turned fuzzy. Desire stormed inside her. Her breath quickened. An all-consuming sense of helplessness took hold of her.

She moaned. As though in a dream she found herself bending forward, surrendering to lust, frantic to lavish that luscious bosom, suck the erotic essence of those delicious nipples.

Her lips closed over the pink nubbin of one tit and the taste sent instant ecstasy to her brain. Vivian's hands played constantly with her face, urging her on. Delia felt her mouth being transferred to the other waiting boob, felt the other nipple pop between her lips. She vaguely realized she was being manipulated by Vivian, used by her, but she knew now she was powerless to stop. Her hunger had grown too intense.

Delia kissed both breasts madly, her mouth leaping from one to the other. Vivian flung her arms out beside her on the bed, laughed excitedly, writhed and squirmed as the hungry mouths of both Delia and Angela fed on her body. She sang out gleefully, bucked her ass, worked her sensuous limbs impulsively. Her fingers dug handfuls of the bed covers.

"Glorious!" she cried. "This is the living end!"

Delia kissed Vivian's slim throat, ran her lips heatedly along the creamy shoulders and rounded arms. She felt as though she could never devour enough of the redhead's exquisite flesh. Vivian writhed constantly, sighing with pleasure.

Then Vivian pulled Delia's mouth to her, kissed her hotly, her wet tongue diving down Delia's throat. The milky arms went around Delia's neck, holding her close. Delia's brain went blank in breathless ecstasy. She lashed her own tongue about Vivian's as their wide-open mouths clung together. Delia felt she would die in the pleasure of it all. She went drunk on bliss.

Vivian's hands and movements indicated she wanted Delia on top of her. Delia obeyed. Their tits rubbed together while they kissed and made hungry love with their tongues. Vivian twisted about, reaching her hands downward, doing something with them. Delia felt Vivian's fingers grip her asscheeks, her nails dig her resilient flesh. It was deliciously painful. Then Delia felt the hands move farther down and do something else. She was startled when she realized that Vivian had dragged Angela's face up between both of their crotches and the lust-crazed girl was insanely feasting on both cunts, her lips flying to first one and then the other.

Delia started working her ass in unison with Vivian while the hot tongue of the maid plunged in alternating deep licks in the juicy vaginas, swiping the swollen clits and making both girls moan ecstatically.

Delia felt she was going to cum. It was all so blindingly delicious she knew she couldn't endure much more. Vivian was trying to suck her tongue clear down her throat, her arms tight around Delia's neck, her fingers now gripped in Delia's hair.

Delia felt hypnotized on thrills, her heart beating a rapturous tattoo against her rib cage. She had the fleeting thought that Vivian was on the threshold of cumming also. The redhead was wincing and shaking and issuing small shrieks, tight with the tension of unbearable excitement.

Vivian orgasmed and nearly sucked Delia's tongue out by the root. Yet this managed to trigger Delia's own climax immediately, and for long moments their two bodies seemed to wrestle on a plane of incredible ecstasy until finally, in breathless awe, it was over.

Delia rolled off Vivian and lay panting. Vivian laughed and pushed to a sitting position, her knees parted. Angela was still between her thighs licking her cunt. The girl's unsated hunger obviously amused Vivian. She pushed Angela's face away, giggled when it came flying back. "You do love pussy, don't you, dear?" Vivian taunted the hapless girl. "I guess I trained you even better than I thought. But now I think we should rest awhile, wouldn't you agree?"

"No! Please no!" Angela squalled from Vivian's crotch. "I want to love you forever!"

Vivian smiled at Delia. "Isn't she something? Doesn't she beat all? Give her an inch and she cries for a mile. Tch tch, what on earth can you do with such a passionate girl?"

Delia shook her head. "Don't ask me. I wouldn't know." Feeling a return of guilt, she turned on her side away from Vivian and closed her eyes. She needed to think. She couldn't go on like this-it was too craven, too perverse. She was getting in too deep and she had to break away soon or all semblance of her sanity would be gone. She thought about Brad Turner. If only he'd come and say he'd left his wife and wanted her to marry him . . . saved . . . she'd be saved! Otherwise where was she running? To whom could she go? She had never been able to love any man but Brad. No one but Brad. She suddenly felt like crying.

Behind her, Vivian was playing cat and mouse games with poor Angela. Delia could tell without seeing. She knew by the anguished cries and delighted giggles. She frowned her dismay.

She listened until, in spite of herself, she began feeling erotic again. She hated it, but it was too good to miss.