Chapter 7
Jack strolled through the apartment alone with his thoughts. The rest of the day was his. Now that the meeting was over, he wised that Nancy were back. He wanted a good screw to relax with. There was something slimy about dealing with men that made his skin crawl. And he could put up with most anything.
A bath would help. It always did. Checking the clock, Jack saw that it was early. He would have an hour to lounge around while Nancy got around to coming home. He'd be ready for her.
The tub was quickly filled with steaming water, and Trudy put out the bottles of bubble bath. The servant arranged them with some powder on the small porcelain shelf on the wall behind the tub.
When everything was set, and when clean towels were placed on the handy rack near the tub, Trudy informed her boss. Jack came into the tile room wearing a large towel. It fluttered open at the center and revealed his cock. His thighs and legs shifted as he slowly approached the full tub. Jack knew that it was in all probability still too hot to use right away.
While he waited for it to cool down, he went back into the living room and placed an album on the stereo. Then he switched on the speakers marked 'bathroom,' and returned to the tub. Music welled up out of the hidden speakers, filling the room.
The man always liked rich classical music. He had long ago found a special enjoyment in hearing the classics. Although Jack had tried a few times to draw a direct connection between his present life and the lives of famous men, he had failed. Still, in his head, he continued to think that he was made of the same sensitive stock.
He dipped a toe into the tub, feeling the hot liquid scald his foot and ankle. It was still a bit too warm for comfort and he stepped back, giving it another moment to cool.
Jack called for Trudy, who came immediately, carrying a large scrub brush and a bar of soap. She was ready to help her boss in any way necessary. All part of her duties.
When the man finally managed to sink beneath the hot water, he placed his legs up on the rim of the tub and let himself float supported by his hands. His body was nearly weightless in the water and he was able to swish it back and forth in time to the music.
Trudy sat patiently on a nearby chair, holding the brush and soap. It wouldn't be too long before she had to scrub the man's back, and she bided her time, keeping her dark eyes from the tub as much as possible. She didn't like watching the naked man play with himself. She preferred girls.
But, when Jack called her to the tub, Trudy moved quickly. There was no hesitation in anything she did for the man. As much as she disliked the physical presence of the man, Trudy was glad to help him gain pleasure.
She wanted to always pay him for the kindnesses that she had received. It had been two years since she had been brought to America from behind the iron curtain and since she had been plucked from certain death to enjoy the comforts made it relatively easy for Trudy to overcome her physical dislikes.
Being a quiet woman by nature, Trudy was used to simply carrying out orders without any words. She would, when asked to do so, spend hours by the stove without murmuring one syllable as she prepared a three course meal for her boss.
On other occasions, she could clean the entire apartment like a mysterious helper, her mind back with her family. She often thought of ways to put aside enough money to smuggle the entire family to the United States. It was still her dream. Maybe soon, her boss would look upon her with enough favor to allow it.
For now, Trudy tended to her thoughts, while Jack soaked his body. The body swirled up against the sides of the tub, threatening to spill onto the tile floor. But somehow, they always managed to fall back inside. Jack lolled in the water and added bubble bath leisurely. Each bubble brought its own sense of joy to the man's skin. This and the music together served to build Jack a fantasy. He was a king, alone in his tub, with his faithful and loving slave to help.
"Trudy, hurry with that ... brush my back ... "
Jack stretched forward, gesturing towards his wet flesh. She could not refuse.
She was quickly on her feet. Brandishing the brush in one hand and the soap in another, Trudy approached the man.
"For God's sake, hurry. I need the brush quickly, you know I hate waiting."
Trudy was there, wielding the brush with a newly-learned expertise. Before coming to work for Jack, she had never used a scrub brush on a man, only.her girlfriends.
She had learned many new things since coming to the States. Some didn't like it too much. She knew deep in her heart, that before the bathroom routine was finished, she might well be. called upon to perform for this man. If it was necessary to please him, Trudy was prepared to once again sacrifice her feelings of deep-seated disgust, and render the necessary treatment.
"Ahhh ... that's better, Trudy. Much better. Thank you."
Jack slipped back beneath the rising waters and looked up at the woman through his heavy eyebrows. His face was adjusted into a position of pure delight. The scratching had done the trick.
Jack lounged back, feeling the warm liquid seep into the crack of his ass, loving the way it coated his inner canal, sending warm thrills along his spine. It was so nice to be able to simply spend this time in his private bath. And when he wanted some special attention, there was always Trudy to call on ... and Nancy when she got back.
Jack thought about his mistress, and her fine young body. He loved knowing that she was available for him almost any time she was called. And the older Trudy was also on standby. Maybe today he would give the dyke a workout.
"Come closer, Trudy, I want to look at you."
It always started the same way and Trudy felt her stomach tighten as she obeyed the man's request.
She sat on the edge of the tub, her short uniform hiding her slim almost flat chested figure. She had a small stature and Jack liked the way the lesbian flesh felt between his palms while they fucked. He called for the woman to get undressed and ready for action.
Jack wasn't at all sure exactly how he was going to operate this time, but that however it ended up, he would enjoy it. That was a certainty.
Trudy dropped her clothing slowly, almost embarrassed to shed her covering like a paid whore. In her heart she knew that what she was doing was only to get the favor she would need later on.
But somehow, that made it all the worse.
Then she was really performing for pay, really playing whore to her master's whims. But these dark thoughts didn't stand in her way.
Soon she was completely bare-assed, her body trim and shapely. Poised next to the tub, Trudy looked at the floating male and nearly gagged. Jack was rapidly fingering his cock, trying to bring it up to fighting size. Then the fun could begin in earnest.
Trudy watched, solemn faced, as if she were facing a loaded gun. The large thick prick that was expanding beneath the bath-water loaded with sexual energy. It jiggled between Jack's hands, springing to its full size.
"Come on in, Trudy ... join me."
Jack smiled heavily, his eyes beginning to caress the lesbian flesh exposed so brilliantly, just out of touching range. Trudy moved without questioning, fully aware that once she was in the water, she was fair game. She gritted her teeth in her silent mouth, and soon was placing one leg after the other into the water.
She managed to get both feet in, and to bear the liquid. It was hot, but allowed Trudy to remain within its watery confines. As she swished closer to the waiting male, Trudy watched her own cunt hairs in the water. In contrast to her boss' hot cock, the servant's cunt had made no progress towards heat.
Trudy knew that soon, a pair of hands would be massaging that tender spot, causing it to heat up her body as if on its own accord, until it sang with a chorus of blood and erotic energy. Then she would let it take over and send her into the realm of physical perversion. For basically, that was how she viewed the woman-to-man relationship that she was called upon to take part in.
Jack reached out to call the slim body closer. Then he indicated that Trudy should sit in the tub. The water swirled up high on the servant's chest, lapping at her small breasts. Jack tenderly plucked at one small protrusion, and in spite of herself, Trudy felt a warm flow invade her thighs. Then jack shifted his hands lower, letting them swim down to the water-filled thighs that bound the hairy cunt he sought.
Jack sat back, caught in his revery, sure that this was how those old time dictators took their pleasure. What could be more decadent and luxurious than to fuck your servant in a bathtub while music swirled around your head? And decadent was just what Jack felt right then. He felt capable of committing any sort of act what would heighten his own sexual enjoyment.
Trudy sat back on her haunches, folding her legs under her, leaving her hands free to return the masterful strokes that her cunt was receiving. She knew from past sexual sessions just what her boss liked, and she wanted to hurry through the act so that it would be over quickly.
Her slender fingers gripped the fat tool and ran along the length of it. Pulling and prodding in turn, Trudy made sure that the thick member was at its height. Then she lifted herself out of the water, sensing her own hot hole. Ignoring the flowing juices, she stepped from the tub for a second and bent over at the waist, aiming her ass upright at her boss' face. This was the only way he ever fucked her.
Jack took a bottle of bath oil and spread a thick layer of gooey perfumed ointment over the extended area. The tickling fingers delved beyond the rim of the outstretched rectum, into the inner recess. There they slid fast into the opening. Trudy jiggled as she felt the hard jabs into her ass. Her humiliation was pushed aside as a pure feeling of lust began to construct itself into a recognizable pattern. Soon, she knew, she would be unable to control anything except her cunt, and that would require but little attention before spurting its full contents.
But first, she had to have her master's wish fulfilled. First she had to meet the demands of that floating body in the tub.. Jack stopped applying the ointment and pushed himself up from the sucking motion of the water. A series of small whirlpools lapped at his form as it raised itself from the liquid. The man stood dripping in the full tub.
He moved to the edge of the tub, and sat on the wide brim. His cock was shooting up from his lap like a pointed weapon, ready for the foray. He crooked a finger at Trudy who moved back, her ass still poised in the air. Jack bent forward to meet the approaching meat and sucked a small circle of flesh into his mouth. Trudy sucked in her own breath as a chill ran over her body. She settled back on her feet, letting her ass be fingered and sucked at by the man while her own hands smoothed oil over her belly and clit. The slippery ointment filled her crotch and she felt the oils collect all over her pussy and begin dripping between her legs.
Jack circled the slim female waist with his hands, and pulled Trudy closer. The servant let herself be led further and further back until she was angling just above the hard knob of flesh that rose like a tent pole from her master's crotch.
Then she was being directed right onto that fleshy point, having her ass-hole parted by the insistent flesh as it bent itself into her tight crack. Jack was shoving the slimy rod far into the warm rectum, letting it slip in the gooey oils. A strong smell of perfume rose from the ass-hole.
Jack prodded the open receptacle, like a pounding hammer, sending erotic shock waves all along the inner fleshy walls. Trudy felt every pulsing motion deliver yet another shot to the building passion within her own body. She let her hands slip into her furry crotch and they began to finger her clit, slowly sliding along the hot slit with teasing motions. The ointment he had applied made the hole slippery, and Trudy felt her clit pulse in her hand. She loved the way the gooey stuff made it feel.
It was like she was stuffed with a dildo. She longed for the real female experience, yet she knew that as long as she remained employed by her present boss she would have to settle for second best. His fingers began to dig more insistently at her hole, now, sending a stream of shivers along her spine.
She was seated atop Jack's hard prick. The male organ was lodged far into her rear hole and he wiggled slightly, feeling it slap against her back wall. It was in as far as it could go, filling her full.
But Jack wasn't convinced. He acted as if he wanted to tear the rectal area asunder with his pile-driving motions. Back and forth he rammed the cock, making it play freely inside the hidden recess.
It had slipped into Trudy so easily as to surprise the servant. Usually it was much more of a problem to accept the hard organ. In past sessions, Trudy had felt each inch of the cock tear into her flesh, stretching it bit by bit as it made its way deeper, ever deeper into the dark tunnel. But this time it was a simple operation. It had merely slid hard and fast into the tight space, sliding along in the thick ointment.
She was feeling the full pressure of the fat prick now. She moved her body back and forth, letting her cunt receive manual attentions while her rectum received the full blessings of Jack's hard rod. It wouldn't be long now, Trudy could tell.
Whenever Trudy felt the tightness of her stomach increase to almost unbearable proportions, then a release was imminent. Soon, very soon, she knew that she would be able to complete the fingering that would match his fucking actions.
At the same time, Trudy understood that her boss was reaching for a similar explosion deep in her rear end. If they could come at the same time, then Trudy knew her boss would be pleased. Otherwise he might not give so generously. Trudy was determined to stave off her own climax until the appropriate moment.
It wouldn't be long in coming, and she knew she would have to really work at suppressing her innermost desires if she was to time it just right. If she wasn't careful she would spill the load before her master finished pumping white-hot cream into her ass.
Trudy stopped fingering her own organ and concentrated on riding along her boss' prick. She moved slowly, and then increased the speed of her rising and falling motions. Her ass shimmied as if caught up in a vibrating machine. It shook so that the flesh flopped up and down on Jack's lap.
Then Trudy felt the change begin. Jack was stiffening. His cock expanded even more and seemed ready to burst through the rectal wall and force its way into Trudy's belly. The servant hurried her motions now, getting caught up in the inevitable rhythm of the events that would carry her to final release.
Jack swore lightly under his breath. His body perspired freely, and he felt large beads of sweat from on his face and begin to drip to his lap. Some of them slapped against the lesbian's back, that was poised in front of his face, and Jack bit the tight flesh as his cock began to shake with the roaring explosion of come.
Trudy's belly churned, getting set to accept the promised flow. She knew that as soon as the hot come began filling her tight ass, she would be unable to control herself. Then she would be forced to spill her pent-up fluids in a grand spray.
She felt it coming ... closer and closer to the surface. Jack screwed up his face, trying to feel every bit of the delicate contracting motions that Trudy was performing so masterfully on his cock.
The woman spun faster and faster, creating a series of sucking motions on the wet lap. By now a steady stream of sweat was mingling with the perfumed bath-oils and every added bit of liquid made the slipping and sliding that much easier. Trudy's fingers flew along inside her hole, now, gripping the clit and then pinching the hard little thing as it filled vibrations in her hand.
"Gaaaah ... Hnnn ... oh fuck ... move you bitch ... move."
Jack lunged forward, nearly displacing Trudy from her position. He screamed again, as his come began to ooze into the thick-walled ass. His spreading cream filled the opening completely, managing to pile up wet and hot at the outer rim as well as crawl deep into the rear hole. A long shudder passed through them as they came together.
Trudy's fingers were moving back and forth in her hole, drawing out all the energies that were deeply trapped. They rose to the surface like bubbles from the bottom of the sea, exploding like shock waves as they hit the air.
Trudy swallowed her words, gargling them deep in her parched throat, as her cunt exploded. The thing sputtered to life with a shower of come. The spattering spill dripped over her legs and thighs and drooled along the edge of the tub to the bathroom floor. Trudy watched her spill collect on the tiles and realized that she would have to return later and clean the mess.
But for now, what mattered was expending all her erotic charge. She wanted to wear down her lust-filled cream, letting the stored liquid flow freely. She pushed her legs together, squeezing the contents of her twat until she gave forth with renewed energy. He cunt shot again and again until every last drop was out. Then she slumped back against the male body behind her.
Jack had happily filled the tight ass, and now as his cock became limp he let himself fall backwards until he plopped into the tub.
A large splash of water covered his falling body, and cooled his high body heat. As he fell, he grabbed onto Trudy and pulled her in. They laughed as they scrambled back to the surface after their unexpected dunking.
Their hearts still beat hard and fast, as their inner selves began to slowly calm down.
Jack grabbed Trudy once more and slung his wide arms around her servant's body, drawing her into his bear-like grasp. Then he kissed the woman full-lipped, letting his tongue dig into the soft surprised mouth. Jack released his prey and smiled.
Nodding low, the servant climbed from the tub and quickly shuffled from the room with her head lowered. She only hoped that it was all worth it. If only she would be suitably rewarded with her family. Then it would have been worthwhile.
Jack sunk back beneath the water, letting his body relax. Now he didn't care when Nancy got home. It didn't matter, as long as she was there when he wanted her.
But that would be some time. Trudy had done a fine job, even if she was a dyke and so long as she kept her hands off his girl. Jack closed his eyes and relived the just completed act, simply transposing it to the distant past, where he was a ruling god. It was perfect ... just perfect.