Chapter 3
Sue, dressed in a bright pink robe, sat at the kitchen table eating a piece of strawberry shortcake. "You sure like cream, don't you. Sue?" Mike said, smiling wickedly at the tired but hungry girl, as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He was pleased with Sue. For not only had she performed well for his master, she had taken a tremendous load from him. She had let him fuck her in the ass with a dildo, while he sucked the sweet juices from her tired cunt.
He knew that she was going to become a very good addition to his staff. In fact, she seemed to like everything so well, he didn't think she'd even need any more training sessions. She seemed to gain a real pleasure from everything sexual.
"Mmmmmm," she answered, full-mouth. She rolled her own eyes in a suggestive, answering gleam. She had enjoyed the big servant Mike, and was looking forward to taking more baths with him in the future.
"That's good, honey, because if there's one thing we got lots of around here, it's cream," he said rubbing lewdly at his groin. "But I think for tonight when you've finished eating, you'd better hit that sack. Lew might like you so well he might call for you in the morning to put him to sleep," he said. It was then that the doorbell sounded.
"You stay here, Sue, while I answer the door," Mike said, and left the kitchen; hurrying down the hall, he wondered who could be at the door. No one, but no one called on Lew without an invitation.
He switched on the hall light and slowly opened the front door.
"Does Mr. Lew Bugger live here?" inquired a young voice.
"Yes, ma'am, but I'm afraid he's not in."
"It's all right," the young voice called, waving away the waiting cab. Then, turning back to Mike, she added, "Are you Mr. Bugger?"
Mike was aware of bright blue eyes staring up at him out of the face of a girl.
"No, ma'am. But I was trying to tell you that Mr. Bugger is not at home this evening. You should not have been so quick to send your cab away. However, jf you would like to leave a message for Mr. Bugger, I'd be happy to call another cab for you. Meanwhile, would you like to come in and have a chair while you wait?" he asked, and watched with wide eyes, as the teenager went back down to the sidewalk, only to return with a battered old suitcase in one hand and a well-worn coat in the other.
"I had to get my things," she explained breathlessly, and followed him into the hall.
"If you would like to sit in the kitchen, ma'am," Mike said, "I'll have the maid prepare you a cup of chocolate. Then, I'll see about your cab." And leading the way, he escorted the child into the cozy kitchen.
"This is Sue, ma'am," Mike said, formally introducing the maid. "Are you staying at a hotel or a private residence?" he asked, turning back to the girl.
"Hello, Sue," the girl said, extending her hand, for she knew proper manners. "I'm Alice. I don't know your name, sir, but I think I am going to be staying here. You see, I have a special letter for Mr. Bugger. And I'll just wait until he returns."
For a moment, the kitchen was filled with silence. The two servants exchanged surreptitious glances, then watched in stupefaction as Alice slipped the scarf from her head, revealing golden hair, which hung at length from her small head. She dropped her slight form wearily into a chair.
"I really am very tired," she said, smoothing down her skirt. "A cup of chocolate really would taste good. Do you think I could have a sandwich, since I haven't eaten anything since breakfast this morning," Alice said, looking beseechingly at the two speechless servants.
"Certainly, ma'am," Sue said, motioning Mike to follow her into the pantry, where they conversed quietly in half sentences. "She can't stay, Mike?"
"He'll have a fit, Lew will," said Mike.
"I think it's exciting!" said Sue.
"There's hotels. Lew will decide later," said Mike.
"I think it's fun," said Sue.
"I can't let her. No, I can't," Mike said.
"Mike," said Sue. "He said I could have anything I wanted tonight. And I want her to stay. She's nice and young. She'll please Lew when he gets home," she said. Sue was trained to please Lew in any way possible. This sounded like a good idea to her.
"Here you are, Miss Alice. I'll see about a room for you for tonight. Mr. Bugger won't be home until very late, so you will have to speak to him in the morning," Mike said, keeping his thoughts to himself. He placed the sandwich before Alice, as Sue approached with the hot chocolate. Then, turning to Sue, he added, "You'll direct Miss Alice to the blue room. I'll see that it's prepared." Then he left the kitchen.
A short while later, in his own room, Mike picked up the phone and dialed an unlisted number. "Will you give the following message to Mr. Bugger at his convenience, please?" Then he dictated the message. Knowing he had done all that was required of him he removed his clothes, and climbed into bed. He might be glad of a little extra sleep before this night was over.
Meanwhile, Alice and Sue chatted in a friendly manner for nearly an hour, during which time Alice finished her chocolate.
Then yawning, Sue stood up and said, "I have a few things to do yet, so if you'll give me your letter, I'll see that Mr. Bugger gets it the minute he gets home. If you'd like to retire to your room, it's the second door on the right off the second landing," and for a moment she watched the young girl wearily climb the stairs. She should have watched a little longer.
Alice was only sixteen and extremely tired. And she was very grateful that she had found Mr. Bugger's house without any trouble. She was finally going to be able to lay herself down.
She was so tired that she remembered the second door to the right, but completely overlooked the second part of her directions from Sue. She was therefore quite thrilled at the beauty and luxury of the room she had been allotted for the night.
Lovingly, she caressed the soft texture of the blanket, and the satin of the sheets, as she turned back the covers on the great bed. Then, for several moments, she just stood surveying the elegant bedroom before she noticed the open door which led into the bathroom.
Alice was accustomed to stooping in a round metal tub to do what bathing she could. So when she entered the bathroom, and her eyes were drawn to the huge sunken tub, she completely forgot how tired she was.
She couldn't ever recall having a real, real bath. And now, without hesitation, she decided to indulge in the luxury of one right now.
like a child in a candy store, she selected some scented oil from the shelf, and generously sprinkled I? into the filling tub. Then, she stripped her ugly clothes from her body and stepped into the tub, like shed been doing it all her life.
She spent half an hour just lathering herself all over and luxuriously rolling about, thrilling to the feel of the soft water caressing her entire body all at one time.
Then, when the water began to cool, she stood up and turned on the shower, removing all traces of soap from her skin, and watched in fascination as the bath water swirled down the drain.
The great towel she used to dry herself with was nearly as soft as her own smooth flesh. She rubbed herself dry and folded the towel about her as she sat at the vanity and began to fix her hair. With great daring, she helped herself to one of the many hairbrushes and began to brush her long hair.
Sue finished cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. Then, propping the envelope on the stand at the foot of the stairs, where messages were always left for Lew, she went on up to her own third-floor bedroom and soon was sound asleep in her bed. She had thought to check in on Alice, but decided that the kid was probably asleep, for there were no sounds coming from the room next door.
About fifteen minutes later, which was only about one-fifteen, Lew stormed into the front hall of his house. He wasn't mad, but was a little irked at having his night broken-up when there didn't appear to be anything going on at home. And then, he spotted the envelope propped on the stand, awaiting his attention.
On the front of the letter, Sue had written: 'I've put her on the third floor in the room next to mine."
Confused and impatient, Lew tore open the envelope, and quickly read its contents. In disbelief, he sat on the steps of the stairs, and read it over again!
"Dear Lew," it started. "If you look into the mirror you'll see a busted beak. You'll remember that, if it weren't for my timely intervention two years ago, you might have suffered a fate lots worse. So, buddy, you owe me a big favor. I'm collecting it now! A close friend of mine has died, and the bedraggled child bringing you this letter is her daughter, Alice. She calls me uncle, like all her old lady's former visitors, and she's a trusting sou!. The only facts I can give you about her is that she's not yet seventeen, she hasn't had much schooling in sex, hasn't been too well fed, and she's now homeless.
"I wouldn't be bothering myself with her, but I owed her old lady a favor. So, because I haven't the means of caring for her, I'm giving her to you. She's yours to do with what you will and you can consider your debt to me paid in full!"
There was no signature on the note, but Lew remembered the girl's "uncle" clearly. He was definitely indebted to the man. Without his help he would probably be dead.
For several minutes, as Lew sat at the foot of the stairs, he tried to think of what he could do with the child. A child about his house could cause some problems. Then, all of a sudden, his face lit up. and he smiled. He didn't have any problem!
What the hell, he was rich. He'd send the kid to a boarding school for a couple of years. He'd clothe her and send her gifts at the proper times of the year. Then, when she was older, he'd bring her home. By then, he just might be in need of a young mistress.
Relieved, he doused the hall light. And, because he was already home, he decided to stay and let one of his lovelies take care of him for the remainder of the night. He'd take a shower, then, in the morning he'd tell the kid of his decision, and send her on her way.
Lew climbed the stairs, and opened his bedroom door to find his bed had already been turned down. Immediately, his thoughts flashed back to the cloud of black hair that had covered his groin earlier in the evening.
"She's even a mind reader," he said to the empty room and, grinning mischievously, he turned off the overhead light, and flipped the switch to let the soft lavender glow alight around his mirrored canopy.
It was then that he heard the sounds of melodic humming coming from his bathroom. He really had wanted to shower first, but decided it would have to wait. He'd surprise her first!
Quickly, he divested himself of his clothes, and tiptoed towards the bathroom. Standing a little to the side, he waited with open arms ready to give his little maid a pleasant surprise!
As Alice rose from the vanity stool, her towel fell to the floor. Transfixed, she gazed at her pink, budding flesh. She had never seen herself in a full-length mirror before. And, as she raised her arm to give her long hair another stroke with the brush, she noticed how her small, shapely breast quivered. She looked herself up and down, and was pleased to find that the downy fleece at her groin, which looked like a soft puff of powder, was the exact same shade as her long, platinum hair.
Tentatively, she touched one pink nipple, wondering if her firm little titties would ever get great big and pendulous as her Ma's had been. But, she immediately put that thought out of her mind. She was never going to think of Ma again! She was dead. And Alice was determined to be happy in her new home.
It had been so ugly in her Ma's house, which had been no more than a three-room shack, and here it was so beautiful. Alice just knew that when Mr. Bugger read her letter, she'd be able to live here happily ever after, just like in the fairy tales.
After giving one last stroke with the brush to her hair, causing it to spark with electricity, she replaced the brush and turned off the light. Then, she opened the door and walked right into hard, hot flesh!
Steel bands folded around her, crushing her tender breasts painfully against a solid, hairy chest, and firm lips smothered her quivering mouth. As a hot, wet tongue forced itself deep into her mouth, she began to struggle frantically. But, she was too weak. With her heart pounding wildly because of the hard thing poking against the softness of her belly, her mind went blank and she fainted!
Savoring the slight taste of orange on his lips. Lew lifted the slim girl in his arms and carried her to his bed. There she was bathed in the glow from above.
Surprise was not the only emotion glittering in Lew's eyes as he surveyed the lovely morsel before him. If he'd thought that Sue or Wendy had been lovely, this girl was absolutely entrancing.
Gently, he ran his hand down her body, caressing her from the soft, sweet curve of her tiny breasts to the tender roundness of her silky thighs. And then he just couldn't help himself!
He bent his head, and buried his face in the soft golden cloud at her groin. It was the most beautiful puff of pubic hair he'd ever seen, and he'd seen a myriad of pussies.
He knew this girl must be Alice. And judging from her background, he figured she had probably been fucked before, but he guessed not too many times. He wondered just how long it had been since some bastard had gotten her cherry. Anyway, she sure didn't know how to return his kiss, so maybe his evening home wasn't going to be a waste after all. He could tell she hadn't had too much experience, and found it delighted him to become her new teacher. He'd sure teach her a few things! He lusted after her pink little ass-hole.