Chapter 3
I was very anxious to see our new job. Mother had many jobs as a maid before, but never for some one rich.
I imagined all sorts of things. I figured everything in the house would be mechanized, you know, futuristic.
I was surprised when mother and I got out of the cab that had taken us to the mansion for our first day's work.
It was a very old and stately place. It was nothing like I had imagined at all. I expected horse drawn carriages made of wood to pull up any minute. Mother paid the taxi driver and then repeated what she had told me earlier.
"Remember, Missy, no horsing around. We need this job." I had mixed feelings about the whole thing. On the one hand, I was happy for mother. Finally she was getting a good job that was worthy of her station.
But something else kept nagging at me. It was the fact that these people were so rich. What right did they have to be so well off when we were so poor.
Mother rang the bell and in a few seconds someone answered.
"Mrs. Clark, so good of you to come. You're right on time."
The man who was speaking must be the master of the house. I didn't like the looks of him right off the bat. He had a mysterious glint in his eye.
I judge people fast. I learned from mother that a girl had to always be on her guard. I got bad vibes from this guy first thing. He looked weird.
Oh, he was dressed well enough. He had on a suit that must have cost at least five hundred dollars. He had just that touch of gray around the temples.
But I didn't like those beady black eyes. Somehow I had expected a more regal or noble kind of person that this character. I didn't like the way he eyed me.
We were ushered into the house and introduced to the rest of the family. There were two children that looked around my age, perhaps a little younger.
They introduced themselves as Randy and Kenny. A few seconds later the lady of the house came out from a door at the side of the stairs, from the kitchen, no doubt.
Mrs. Carter introduced herself as Livinia. She was the last kind of person I had expected to be the wife of a rich heir. She looked rather common, but cute.
Her hair was bleached blonde, I could tell that right from the start. Why a woman of her caliber would arrange herself so cheaply I had no idea.
She had a dazzling pair of blue eyes that I fell in love with. She had a nice figure too. When she saw that I was staring at her she grinned broadly.
"Missy, you will share the servants quarters with your mother."
"Thanks ever so much, Mrs. Carter. That'll be fine."
"Call me Livinia, please, we're not much for titles around here."
That was fine with me. I saw that mother was little perturbed at the request. I mean, being so close to the family protocols would keep things from getting sticky.
She didn't want the both of us to become happy members of the family right off the bat. Mother knew the ropes. There was no use getting chummy too fast.
I couldn't help but keep staring at Mrs. Carter, I mean, Livinia. She was beautiful, though quite attractive, but she seemed to glowing, almost radiant.
In fact, now that I looked at the entire family together in one room, all four of them seemed to be glowing. Were they always this happy around here?
While mother was given a description of her duties, the children showed me to our quarters. I liked Kenny, he's a sweet kid. But Randy seemed like a prude.
I hate that type. Maybe being cloistered here in the middle of nowhere had made her a little eccentric. We chatted, all three of us, and got to know one another.
Randy didn't like anything a girl her age should be interested in. She didn't like rock and roll, and she didn't like movies. In fact, she didn't even like jeans.
Kenny was different. He wasn't what you would call a fast kid. But he had potential. It was just that the life they led kept him away from the current.
They both went to private schools that must've cost a fortune. For kids, they were very conservative, to a fault. Why, they hadn't even gotten high.
I was dying to smoke a joint but worried about their reactions. Kenny might go for it, in time, but Randy was going to be a bitch, I could see that now.
The more we talked and got to know one another, the more Kenny and I came to like one another and the farther apart Randy and I became. We were very different.
I liked jeans and she liked dresses. Even now she was wearing a skirt. I liked rock music and she liked classical. I had never even heard of classical music.
"What the hell is classical music? Do you mean like the Beatles."
"The Beatles aren't classic. They're boors. Beethoven is classical."
"Do you mean to tell me that the Beatles don't have any class?"
The both of them laughed when I said that. They could see the hurt in my eyes. At that he stopped laughing but Randy kept cackling like a stupid hen.
We were disturbed by Livinia and my mother who came into the servant's room. Her duties had been described to her and it was time for us to unpack.
"Come on, children, leave them alone while they get settled."
Kenny groaned a the suggestion. He was anxious to get to know us better.
"Now Kenny, you'll have plenty of time to get acquainted later."
The three of them left the room. Kenny turned his head and smiled at me. I smiled back and gave him a wink. I saw his face blush red when I did that.
As soon as they left mother gave me a list of things to do. She also told me to be on my best behavior. This was one job we didn't want to loose.
The pay was phenomenal compared to what we had been getting. On top of that, we wouldn't have to pay for groceries and were allowed a paid vacation.
Everything seemed too good to be true. We had just come through a rough six weeks. Now the tide suddenly turned. Mother was on her guard. She smelled something fishy.
She couldn't put her finger on it. She didn't even say anything to me about it. But I could tell something was troubling her, and in time she's figure it out.
My suspicions centered around the master of the house, Brent Carter. I didn't like the way he had eyed mom's tits, and especially, the way he eyed me.
Of course, everyone stared at mother's tits, that wasn't unusual. But not everyone eyed me the way Mr. Carter had, except those with a lecherous intent.
I had seen that look before from men. It meant one thing and one thing only. Somehow I had expected more from a rich man, you know, a touch of class at least.
Truly, if approached from a certain way, I would be amenable to the rogue's advances if at least had a modicum of decorum. I had imagined a rich man to be noble.
This guy was no such thing. Mr. Carter struck me as very common, despite all his money. But you can't argue with money. It makes the world go 'round, you know.
"Remember to be properly dressed at all times. It's not really your house."
Slyly, mother was telling me not to go prancing the hallways with just my nightie on or run around scantily clad. She smelled a rat in Mr. Carter too.
I dressed in my servant's outfits and watched mother do the same. I caught another glimpse of her marvelous, rotund breasts and had an urge to massage them.
But there were duties to perform. The beds had to be made and lunch prepared. As soon as I left the room, leaving mother to unpack, The two children intercepted me.
"Missy, do you want to have a little fun? Are you busy?"
"Not especially, what did you have in mind? Is it good?"
I didn't need to be cajoled into goofing off. It meant less work for me and more for mother, but what the hell, I was a kid and might as well enjoy myself.
They took me throughout the entire house. It was a wonderful old mansion. When you took it in just visually it looked old and decrepit, but there was more to it.
It had an intricate design to it that defied description. It was like one huge maze. You could easily get lost in the house if you didn't know your way around.
There was nothing but interesting nooks and crannies everywhere. Rooms that led into more rooms that eventually gave way to cavernous looking hallways.
There was no way to get your bearings. It was as if the house were designed to be constantly re-discovered by its occupants. Nothing seemed to be connected.
Yet you could get to any side of the house in a minute, if you knew the correct route. And Kenny and Randy knew the house by heart. They had grown up in it.
"The only bad part," they said, " is that we're lonely."
For all their riches I still felt sorry for them. They looked at me as some strange alien from a foreign reality. They just couldn't imagine my life.
I told them about the clothes I like to wear, sexy things, you know, like tight designer jeans and low cut blouses that showed off my nice titties.
How the kids in the city liked going to discos, and drinking wine and getting high, and zooming around real fast in their cars and even fucking in them.
I could see that Kenny was very interested in everything that I had to say. But Randy was upset, annoyed, in fact. She kept cringing her face up in a knot.
like there was an evil smell about. I didn't like her. I hardly knew her and already I didn't care for her style. Kenny was different. I was even attracted to him.
"Kenny, why don't you tell your sister to get lost. So we can talk."
I said it real low, whispering into his ear and making sure that my lips brushed against his lobe, so that the little urchin couldn't hear us.
Though a sound hadn't pierced her ears, she nevertheless figured out that a conspiracy was afoot. She immediately voiced her two cents.
"Hey, what is it, what are you two talking about."
"Nothing, Randy. But could you get lost for a minute?"
"Whaddya mean get lost, where am I supposed to go?"
"We'll meet you in the playroom in five minutes. I promise."
She wavered for an instant. Her pale blue eyes darted from him to me in an effort to discern the plot. My eyes gave her the most innocent look you could imagine.
She was no match for me. I could play dumb at a moment's notice and then act like a cat just as suddenly. I didn't like her ugly face but she couldn't prove it.
"All right. But if you don't come back I'm going to look for you."
"That's fine Randy. I'll be right with you. See you in a little while."
I had Kenny lead me to a spot where I was sure that we wouldn't be spotted. First I asked him if there was a place in the house Randy didn't know about.
"There sure is. How did you know about that anyway?"
I didn't. I just guessed. I figured you to have a hiding spot all your own."
The place that he led us was right above Randy's room.
"Why did you pick a place like this. It's right above her room."
"Because this way I can look at her when she doesn't know I'm watching."
I took me a while to digest that. Why would he spy on his sister, unless ...
"Kenny, do you watch Randy undress, and maybe even jerk off."
"Nah, that's kid's stuff. I'd rather watch mom and dad any day than her."
I was stunned, but interested. He said it so naturally that at first I thought I hadn't heard him right. The job was getting to look better and better.
While he was off guard I figured that this was as good a time as any to make a pass at him. He was younger than me so I would have to make the first move.
My skirt was very short. My black fish net stockings ran up my legs and I wore only a pair of panties. My feet were raised in medium sized high heels.
The first two buttons of my blouse were undone and the very top of my cleavage was exposed. My heavy tits were raised and thrust forward by my good bra.
I lowered my lids halfway so that only a part of my green eyes showed. It was seductive facial expression that I knew always worked from my experiences in the past.
Men liked to see that expression on women's faces, you know, the kind that said you were pining for sex. It was a put-on, a mask, but men always believed it.
I really didn't have the hots for him as yet. It could happen though. It all depended on how he reacted to my advance. I like strong men, but not brutes.
I kissed him gently on the mouth, just lightly swiping my tongue across his pursed lips. I liked the fact that my pass had not caught him totally by surprise.
When I went to kiss him, he puckered his lips instantly. I forced my mouth harder against his and probed the tip of my tongue inside. Our tongue met just a touch.
The tips of our tongues kept gently swirling together until I finally drove the whole thing into his mouth and gave him a long, hot and hard kiss.
He moaned in my mouth. A long instant ensued as he made up his mind how far he wanted to go. Should he back off, or move forward? He moved forward.
He pressed his body against mine and folded his arms around me. This was the second hurdle I had to make sure he passed. Would he become brutish and maul me?
Or would he be tender and just keep pressing harder and harder until he finally took my breath away with his subtle but hard advance. He pressed harder.
Things were shaping up just nicely. I reacted to his tender embrace and rubbed my body against his. I pushed my tits into his hard, firm chest.
My tongue drove deep into his mouth and now he kissed me back. His own tongue pressed fiercely against mine and I let it probe deep into my mouth.
I acted like jelly in his hands. I was totally submissive as part of firing him up. Though my body was limp, it was ready to spring and react at will.
He moved his hands down my back and paused at the tailbone. He was uncertain as to whether he should touch my ass or not. I was dying to see how he would accomplish it.
I didn't lead him on, but waited to see what tack he would assume in order to get his paws where he wanted them. He was young, but reacting like a duck to water.
I had to be his first piece of ass. The thought never crossed my mind that he had gotten down with his sister. She was too prudish for that, and he too nice.
His old man was a different story. I read him in a minute. Kenny's hands teetered as to their next move. He began to grind his pelvis into mine.
It was the perfect ploy to drop his hands onto my ass-cheeks. I felt his cock press against the front of my cunt and it melted me. An instant later, his hands moved.
He had found the perfect tactic as to how to get his hands kneading and squeezing my chunky ass. Grinding his pelvis into mine had done the trick.
I melted into his hands and moaned in pleasure. When he picked up my skirt to place his hands directly on my body I let him do it. I was getting hot, My initial actions had been to win him over. But now I was truly worked up. I kept pushing my cunt into his cock and enjoyed the feel of his molding hands.
I raised up my knee and ran it up his leg. I inched myself to the side so that my leg would brush against his cock. It was hard already. He was fast.
Tell you the truth, I hadn't expected him to be hard so soon. I didn't like that in a man, though he was boy. It showed that he couldn't control himself.
I like for a man to be in charge of himself as well as me. A super horny dude is only interested in getting off his own rocks. I like sex, and enjoying it.
I hate when a mother-fucker gives a wham bam thank you ma'am kind of fuck. I mean, I like quickies, they have their place, but not all the time, just sometimes.
As long as he was already hard I figured I might as well get him to cream right now because I no longer felt like fucking him. His hot start turned me off.
I put a hand to his crotch and felt his cock. Why, it wasn't hard at all! That was the natural size of it. I gasped. This boy was hung like a horse.
Suddenly my heat was back. What a find! This job was getting better by the minute. The boy I was stuck in the attic with was a regular Casanova. I blushed.
I had to get a look at that thing, to feel it in my hand and caress it to full erection. I was hot to see what the thing looked like fully bloated.
I had never known a man to be so endowed, as much as a boy. And a boy younger than me! The idea thrilled me-the fact that he was younger. A born satyr.
I praised my good luck and took his cock out of his pants. I liked fooling with the base, palming it while feeling the balls and watching the staff bob.
As it waved back and forth it began to stiffen. I kept clutching the base, savoring the feel of its wide width, wondering how big the staff could get.
It was at least nine inches already and still rising. And to think the boy himself was still growing. Why, that thing would be a foot long by the time he was a man.
I gushed in pleasure from the lewd sight of it. It had me at a fever pitch. My nipples were very hard and hurt inside the tight confines of my bra.
My clit tingled when I saw that pole raise to its full height. It was monstrous. My whole hand nearly did not encircle the staff, which was throbbing.
His cock pulsated in my gripping hand. I moved my hand to the center of the thing and reveled in its hard feel and hot skin. I couldn't resist jerking it.
The more I jerked the harder it got, and the more I became inflamed. I pressed the cock head against my skirt and rubbed it along the fabric. Kenny sucked in air.
I had forgotten totally about him. I was so mesmerized with his dick that I hadn't realized what pleasure my pawing hand had caused him. I put both hands on the staff.
I bent a little so that both of them formed around the staff and could feel its hot pulsations. My hands encompassed his staff, nearly, and the head was bare.
. It gleamed at me like a reddish, purple bulb of light. I kissed it. I head the boy moan. Then
I stuck the whole cock head in my mouth.
My hands jerked the staff while I sucked off his cock head. The boy was letting out moans that sounded like the hisses of a snake. His eyes were closed.
I let go of his pole with one hand and forced as much cock into my mouth that it would take to 'fill it. I lodged the cock head firmly in the back of my throat.
The bottom half of the cock was encompassed by my gripping hand. With my mouth filled to the brim with cock, still half of it dangled unsucked out of my mouth.
Its magnificent length inflamed me. I had to get it all down my mouth, just to feel what it was like. His cock inspired me to a new zenith of lust.
I was determined to draw come out of it, then bathe my tongue in his sperm and taste its bittersweet edge, to be the first vixen to have drank of its come.
I kept pulling the pecker with one hand and bobbing my head from side to side, as well as back and forth. All the while my tongue lapped like mad.
Every once in a while it darted out of my mouth like a lizard's tongue as I sought to take in more of the cock to press within my clamping jaws.
I took my hand off the pole and pressed both of them into his pelvis. My aim was to jam that cock head down my throat and totally engulf his cock down my mouth.
If I could deep throat this pole I could deep throat anything, even a horse cock. I was determined to draw come.
My thumbs rested on his sac of balls with my palms pressed firmly into his pubic hairs. My mouth kept straining forward.
I kept moving into him until I felt the cock head pierce the gap of my throat, lodging itself in my pipe.
And then his whole cock was in my mouth.