0 comments/ 87292 views/ 9 favorites Lisette's Summer Holidays Ch. 01 By: lisetteuk "What do you think?" I asked Maria, pirouetting on my toes in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. "Its nice, but I still prefer the Versace," she answered, lounging on her bed. We had been trying on clothes all afternoon, raiding her mother's and elder sister's wardrobes. "Would Theresa let me borrow it, do you think?" "Maybe...depends on what mood you catch her in. Since she split up with Pedro she has been an utter bitch." "Could you ask her? I have to have something for the party. Please?" I beseeched her. "OK, OK...but you might have more chance yourself. She likes you, and more to the point she still thinks I am her silly little baby sister." Maria Immanol and I had been friends since we met at the finishing school in Switzerland, aged sixteen. Back then you might have believed Maria was someone's baby sister, but in the past two years she had blossomed into an undeniably grown up and extremely beautiful woman. She had dark hair- almost black- and huge long lashed brown eyes. Her olive skin was smooth and flawless. Her full-lipped mouth always hovered on the brink of a sultry pout. She had curves I envied without being even close to fat, full yet remarkably pert breasts, a bottom that elicited wolf whistles in the street, and dancer's legs. In short, she made me sick with envy, even though I was not ashamed of my own slimmer physique. It was just that admiring men always surrounded Maria, and I inevitably felt rather pale by comparison. The thing was Maria was warm and generous and fun to be with as well as beautiful and it was hard to be jealous for long. She was also the youngest daughter of one of Spain's wealthiest families. In the circumstances I could hardly turn down her invitation to go to stay with her family in Mallorca that summer. We had finished our exams and left the Swiss school, and had three months of holiday before we were due to start at university. I had made an indecently brief visit to my own family in Paris and then jumped on a plane to the Balearics. I peeled off the silk dress I had tried on and picked up the black Versace. It was exquisite- backless and low cut, very simple, effortlessly elegant. "Try it again, without a bra this time," Maria suggested. I unclipped my bra and for a moment looked at myself standing in just my favourite black silk g-string in front of the mirror. A week in Mallorca, with plenty of water skiing, sailing and swimming, had already given me a nice deep tan and made my hair go a lot fairer. "Si, si, you look gorgeous darling, now try the dress on," Maria teased from the bed. She was wearing a white bikini; not a skimpy Brazilian style thing, but a classic seventies style cut, the kind of thing you would see women wearing in a James Bond film. Against her dark skin it looked fantastic. I slipped into the dress and struck a pose, meeting her eyes in the mirror, seeking her approval. Before she could say anything the door flew open and Maria's elder sister strode in. "Maria, you little bitch. What the fuck do you think you're doing with my clothes? How dare you go into my room without asking me." Theresa was as strikingly beautiful as her sister. She was taller, with a lithe yet muscular frame, honed by endless lengths of the Olympic sized swimming pool with its spectacular views of the mountains of northwest Mallorca. Her hair was an expensively cut mane, dyed to a honey blonde, which suited her high cheekbones and bright green eyes. She had certainly inherited her mother's genes, I thought. The girls' mother, Eva, was a former Czech movie star and had featured, in her youth, in the work of Helmut Newton and other famous photographers. Her elder daughter was wearing a bikini that would have got her arrested in the communist Czechoslovakia of her mother's childhood. It was as minimalist and flimsy as possible, three tiny triangles of sheer, bright yellow Lycra held in place by strings. She wore high heels and looked like a movie star herself. As Theresa was scooping up clothes from the floor and bed, she continued to berate Maria, switching from Spanish to English and back again, depending on which particular insults took her fancy. Maria did little to placate her. "Get the fuck out of my room, Theresa. You can't just barge in here when you feel like it. And you said I could borrow your clothes," she added unconvincingly. "Utter bullshit. And even if I ever did say that, which I did not, that offer is now withdrawn. Get your own clothes. These are for grown ups." She turned to leave, and then paused, appearing to notice me for the first time. "Is that my dress?" she asked. "My Versace?" "Yes," Maria and I said in unison. "Shut up, little girl, I wasn't asking you," Theresa said to her sister, keeping her eyes on me, a strange glint in her eye. "I'm sorry Theresa," I murmured. "It's all my fault really, I needed something to wear for your parent's party and I asked Maria if I could look in your wardrobes. I should have asked." "That's OK, Lisa." She smiled warmly at me. "It really suits you." "Umm, its Lisette," I said, embarrassed. "But thanks." "Yes, Lisette, of course it is." She was appraising the dress, moving around me. "You'll need some shoes. Come with me, lets see if I've got something that will go with those." Turning to Maria with an exaggerated sneer she said: "Father wants you to go and see the florist about Friday, shit head. So get dressed and on your way to town before the shops close." Maria rolled her eyes theatrically at me as Theresa exited with a toss of her hair. "What a fucking bitch...still at least you got the dress," she grinned, tugging on a pair of jeans. I knocked on the door of Theresa's room. "Come on in Lisette." I walked in to the enormous bedroom and looked around, but there was no sign of her. "I'm in the bathroom," she called to me. Like her sister she had an en suite, of course not to mention walk in wardrobes, and a balcony with a view over the acres of grounds- the lawns, palm trees, flower beds, tennis courts, the heliport, all laid out below us with the sea in the distance shimmering in the summer heat. I stared out across all the trappings of immense wealth and thought of my parent's modest house in a suburb of Paris. Only the wealth of an aunt had allowed them to send me to the school in Switzerland. Maria and Theresa lived in a different world. I began hanging the clothes Theresa had retrieved from her sister's room. "The shoes are all in here, have a browse while I take a shower." I turned to see Theresa by the door to a huge cupboard, which contained more shoes than I had ever seen in one place before in my life. "Leave those...the maid will take care of it later." She untied her bikini top and dropped the tiny scrap of fabric on the floor, kicked off her high heels, and then went to stand in front of a mirror on the open door of the cupboard. "Fucking tan lines," she said, cupping her breasts in each hand. "Whenever father is here we have to sunbathe with tops on in case the staff get funny ideas...so ridiculous," she said. "As if that decrepit valet of his and the moronic gardeners could hold an idea in their thick skulls. Ah well, he'll be back in Madrid come Sunday." I was standing a couple of feet from her looking at the shoes, trying to decide what might work with the dress. I crouched down to look at some on the lower shelves and as I did Theresa hooked her thumbs into the waist band of the bikini g-string she wore and slid them down over her perfectly toned thighs. The movement made me turn and suddenly I found myself looking at eye level at the smooth curve of her bottom. As she bent down she kept her legs straight, and her buttocks parted slightly to reveal the full swell of her labia, perfectly depilated. I felt myself blushing bright red, and dragged my eyes away as she stood up, suddenly intently focused on shoes. "What about, erm, these?" I stammered, holding an entirely unsuitable pair of pumps. I got to my feet. "No, no, no. You need something like these," she said, lightly resting a hand on my shoulder as she bent slightly to pull out an elegant pair of black Prada heels. She appeared not to notice my discomfort. I tried the shoes on; I was unable to stop myself sneaking glances at this statuesque and stark naked woman next to me. There was tiny trimmed patch of pubic hair left above the pouting, dark lips of her pussy. Why was my heart pounding? Maria and I always changed in front of each other. We had shared a room for two years. All the girls at school showered communally. Why did this feel so different? "They look good," she said. "Thank you," I murmured, unable to meet her eyes, staring at her small, dark nipples, finding myself thinking 'yes, they look good too.' "Well anything else, just let me know. Oh and be a darling and tell mother I am going out for dinner, no idea when I'll be back. See you tomorrow...Lisette," she said, and with another toss of that mane of hair she disappeared into the bathroom. I hurried back to my room in a state of confusion. I was glad Maria had gone on her father's errand- I did not want her to see how flustered I had become by the encounter with Theresa. My guest room was almost as well appointed as the sisters' rooms: there was a bathroom en suite, though another guest room, currently empty, shared it. When I entered the room the maid was tidying and cleaning. I smiled and said hello. She asked if she should come back later, but I told her to carry on as I planned to take a bath. The maid's name was Katrina, and like all the house staff working for Maria and Theresa's parents, in the summer she travelled with them from the huge town house in Madrid to the villa in Mallorca, and in the European winter accompanied the family to the estate in Chilean Patagonia. Only the garden staff and drivers were locals. I guessed Katrina was not much older than me. In many ways I had more in common with her than I did with the family of the house. I could never get used to having servants. No sooner had I said I planned to have a bath than Katrina had gone to the bathroom to get it ready for me. I told her not to bother, but she simply ignored me. Quite shyly she said how much she liked the dress. "It belongs to Theresa," I said. "I could never afford something like this." When the bath was ready she stood waiting for me to undress. I carefully handed her the Versace and then went into the bathroom in my underwear. I was just stepping out of the g-string when Katrina appeared. She held out her hand and took the little g-string. "I must collect all the laundry," she explained. "Can I look?" she asked, holding the underwear up. "So pretty," she said, giving me a little shy smile again. "If there is anything else I will be next door finishing your room, Senorita." "Lisette...please call me Lisette," I said. Again I got a little smile and realised for the first time that Katrina was an extremely pretty girl. She had classically Latin complexion, hair and eyes. A firm and quite large pair of breasts strained against the white blouse of her maid's uniform. Alone in the bathroom I sank into the warm water. Next door I could hear Katrina humming a tune as she cleaned and dusted. I thought about what had happened with Theresa and found myself thinking about her athletic body, the slightly intimidating presence of her, and feeling a shudder of unexpected sexual excitement run through me. What was going on? I had never even fantasised about other women. At school being accused of being a dyke or 'lezzer' was about the worst thing that could happen. We all heard stories about other schools and occasionally rumours about teachers or pupils at ours, but our sexual energies were directed at the boys in the town or at home. I washed and rinsed and stretched out in the huge bathtub. I let my hands slide down between my legs and gently stroked myself from the smooth skin of my perineum to the folds of my labia around my clit. What started as a cleaning exercise quickly became the familiar comforting routine of masturbation in the bath. We had taken communal showers at school but there were private bath cubicles and I was sure I was not the only girl to relieve the tension of endless conversations about sex, taking advantage of the privacy a bath. I was gently approaching orgasm, the images of Theresa's taut buttocks persistently recurring despite my attempts to focus on a more heterosexual fantasy. Then I heard voices from my bedroom. Katrina's voice and another voice in rapid accented Spanish. It was Eva, the lady of the house. And she sounded pissed off. I heard Katrina apologising and then eventually Eva telling her to get on with it. Then it was quiet. Poor Katrina. I hoped she was not in real trouble. Presumably she was supposed to be doing something else. I resumed the motion of my fingers on and around my clit but my heart was not in it now. I stood up and plucked a big towel off the rail, wrapping it around me and padding noiselessly across the limestone floor back into the bedroom. I was so unprepared for the scene that greeted me that it took me some time to work out what I was looking at. Eventually it became clear, startlingly so: Katrina was on all fours on the huge bed, her skirt lifted up, knickers hanging off one ankle, her blouse open, breasts swaying slightly. Behind her, kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, with her face buried between Katrina's thighs, was Eva. I must have made a noise- probably a sharp intake of breath in sheer surprise- because Katrina heard and looked over her shoulder at me. She looked embarrassed but said nothing. Eva's head was bobbing busily, working up and down and side to side, occasional muffled noises. She had a hand on each of Katrina's buttocks and was spreading the maid wide open. I stepped quietly backwards into the bathroom. I positioned myself so I could see through the gap on the hinges side of the bathroom door. Eva was naked. A silk robe lay in a crumpled heap beside her. I looked her over and saw that she had taken exceptional care of herself. Maybe a surgeon had helped keep those breasts so firm and upright; maybe a tiny hint of cellulite could be detected on the back of her thighs, but she was tanned, lean and looked like a woman in her mid thirties rather than a fifty something. She was licking Katrina in a way that seemed to be about her own pleasure in the feasting, rather than with any focus on making Katrina come. She pushed two fingers into Katrina's pussy, briefly worked them in her and then pushed the same two fingers into Katrina's mouth, all the while keeping her mouth busy between her round buttocks. I heard Katrina gasp once, and she seemed to arch her back a little, but other wise she just knelt impassively allowing her employer to have her way with her. To my amazement Eva was clearly licking the maid's bottom, keeping one hand busy on the maid's pussy, the other hand clamped between her own thighs. I was becoming increasingly aroused by what I was witnessing. Katrina's response suggested this was a regular part of her working life; Eva's demeanour suggested she took intense pleasure from slurping hungrily on the maid's backside. When Eva stood up I got a full and clear view of Katrina from behind. Dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair covered the mound of her sex, and spread back up the cleft between her buttocks, surrounding the deep brown skin of her anus which glistened wetly against the paler tan of her buttocks. The older woman slipped a finger into Katrina's bottom, reaching with the other hand to grab hold of one of the maid's breasts. Eva was muttering obscenities, telling the younger woman how she was going to fuck her, use her like the slut she was and then hand her over to her husband. "You like having my husband fuck you don't you? You like having his fat cock in your ass don't you, you cheap whore?" she hissed into Katrina's ear. "Si, Senora, si," Katrina replied. Eva pulled her finger out of the younger girl and pushed her over onto her back. She swiftly positioned herself over the maid's mouth and then lowered her pussy onto the obedient tongue waiting below. I was rubbing myself now, aching to come, my fingers restlessly circling my clit. Eva got there first, throwing back her head and gasping through gritted teeth: "Fuck, yes, that's it." She did not stop, merely slid forward and curtly instructed her maid "Now, lick my asshole out, slut, and make it good." That pushed me over the edge. I came with a shudder, desperately controlling my breathing, gripping the edge of the doorframe to keep myself from falling as my knees went weak beneath me. I need not have worried about the noise because almost immediately Eva began to come on her maid's face, rubbing her own clit frantically while exhorting Katrina to use her tongue. Then, as though nothing unusual had happened, Eva slipped on her robe and without a word left the room. I stood in stunned silence. On the bed Katrina slipped back into the cheap black lacy knickers she had on, and sat up, adjusting her skirt, buttoning her blouse. She looked up as I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She met my look with a steady gaze, a hint of defiance in it, but a hint of embarrassment too. "Are you OK?" I said. This was not what Katrina expected and in her surprise she laughed out loud. "Why, yes, of course," she said. Then she looked hard at me: "You want some of the same, yes?" she said in a slightly resigned tone, pausing on the last buttons of her blouse. "No...not in the slightest." Katrina looked confused, and then defiant again: "Don't judge me, Senorita...don't patronise me or pity me. And I am not some kind of whore either, whatever you might think." "No...I..." Katrina was fully dressed and presentable again now. She made for the door. From down the hallway I heard Eva's voice calling her. "Well, I will be back to finish your room after I have finished with Senor and Senora Immanol. They like to start all over again you see." "Are you going to...with...?" I blurted in amazement. Katrina turned with half a smile: "Well what do you think? I am sure you heard what the Senora said, didn't you? Her husband is waiting." With that she left the room, softly closing the door behind her. I returned to the bathroom, my head reeling. The thought of Maria's parents violating the pretty young maid was incredibly arousing, and images of her curvaceous body, as well as Eva and Theresa's tanned lithe limbs crowded my mind as I played with myself again, sitting on the edge of the bath so I could see myself in the mirror. I came quickly but it was not enough, my pussy was aching, my nipples rock hard as I traced a finger wet with my own pussy juices over my breasts. I knelt on the floor on the bathmat, my back to the mirror, supporting myself on the side of the bath. I picked up my hairbrush- a large long handled wooden one- and reached back with well practised hands slid the handle between my legs rubbing the smooth varnished wood against my labia. I sighed with pleasure as I eased it into myself and began to gently fuck myself. My other hand went to my clit and I began to renew my masturbation, taking my time, easing off each time I felt the climax build in me. I thought of Katrina on all fours, her mistress licking her ass. I tried to picture her being fucked by Senor Immanol. Instead I found the image I had seen of her spread on all fours, the dark pubic hair, the slick wet creases of her anus and the swell of her labia seen from behind, Eva's finger penetrating her ass. The maid's obedience and submission were what excited me most. Somewhere in me this had awoken my own desire to submit. My finger circled my clit again and again and my hips bucked back to accommodate more of my makeshift dildo. This time I came with a loud involuntary gasp followed by a long moan of unbridled pleasure. I looked over my shoulder and saw how I looked, on my knees, my legs spread. I eased the hairbrush out and dropped it on the floor. Unbelievably I just felt even hotter. From this angle I could see the wetness spreading down my thighs. I put a hand on each buttock and spread my ass, revealing the tight pale pink pucker of my ass and a hint of the neatly trimmed soft pubic hair around my pussy. I began stroking my clit again, more firmly this time. I wondered what it felt like to be licked by another woman, to have my pussy and asshole touched by another woman's tongue. It was such a deliciously naughty thought. I slid two fingers into my wetness, lost in my own fevered imagination. Lisette's Summer Holidays Ch. 01 "Shall I come back later?" Katrina's voice shattered my reverie. The maid stood in the doorway of the bathroom with a smile on her face. "Shit...No...I mean, yes." I jumped to my feet, blushing furiously. Katrina stood there and looked me up and down. "You are very beautiful," she said softly. "Thank you," I said pulling a towel from the rail and wrapping it around me. The maid came into the room. I noticed her hair was a little dishevelled and her lipstick slightly smeared- hardly surprising given what she had just been doing. I was dying to know what had happened in her employer's bedroom, but did not dare ask. "The Senor and Senora have finished with me, so I can finish your room now." "What...um, how did it go?" I said lamely. "As usual," she replied. She bent over and picked up the bath mat and my hairbrush. I blushed deep crimson as she ran a finger over the handle, then lifted it to her nose, looked knowingly at me and popped the finger into her mouth. "Senor likes my ass, Senora likes to watch him take it. But always so rushed with them." She gave me another look, a clear invitation in her dark eyes. "Katrina...I have never..." "I know," she said, reaching out and gently pulling the towel away from me. "Please, let me show you." We went into the bedroom. Silently, trembling with nervous excitement I stretched out on the bed, stark naked. Katrina undressed slowly, in a matter of fact way. As she unzipped the black skirt I noticed the panties she had been wearing earlier when Eva had been feasting on her had gone, presumably abandoned when Senor Immanol took her in his bedroom. "You are so gorgeous," I said. It was her turn to blush, but she said nothing. She moved to the end of the bed and looked down at me. She put a hand between her own legs. "You don't mind if..." she said, her eyes getting a far away look as her finger found her clit. "I need to come so bad...show me what you were doing in the bathroom...please." In a trance I reached down to my own pussy and began to play with myself, too embarrassed to really go at it enthusiastically. Her eyes locked on my pussy though, watching my hand moving around my mound intently. She bent her knees slightly, her free hand rising to find one of her nipples and twist and tug at it. With a whimper she shuddered to a climax, lifting up her eyes to meet mine. "Now," she said, kneeling between my legs, using her knees to force me to spread myself wider, "let me show you." "Katrina..." I said, but stopped when she dipped her head and kissed me firmly on my pussy. I writhed with pleasure and immediately gasped as her tongue flickered over my pussy, very lightly at first, then more firmly, alternating fluttering strokes up and down my labia with firmer pressure around my clit. "Fuck that's so good," I muttered, shaking my head from side to side. I felt her hands on my legs, her fingers tracing circles on the sensitive skin where buttock became thigh. Her tongue snaked between my pussy lips now entering me, swirling and probing briefly before returning to my clit. "I'm going to come," I gasped, my hand going to the back of her head, "Fuck yes, I'm going to come." My back arched and flexed, my hips bucked on the bed, I tried to clamp my legs shut, then wanted to spread them wider. I wrapped a handful of her thick dark hair around my wrist and pulled- but she kept relentlessly working on and around my clit while the most enormous orgasm of my life swept through me. On and on it went, surging again and again as her tongue slowed then renewed its fluttering caresses. I cried out and thrashed violently, clamping her face to my pussy. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced- there was no comparison. It might have been hours later I opened my eyes. Katrina was leaning over me, her face slick with my juices. I reached up and pulled her to me and for the first time in my life kissed another woman full on the mouth. Our tongues met and I marvelled at the feel of her breasts against mine as the velvet rasp of her tongue on mine, the taste of my pussy on her lips and the sheer unbridled glory of the afterglow of that shattering multiple orgasm. I broke away. "I want your pussy," I said. "Make me lick you." I saw a twinkle of recognition in her eye. "We don't have much time," she said. But as she said it she was sliding up my body, her wetness leaving a trail of glistening pussy juice on my belly. She paused and circled her hips to graze my nipples with her labia, a dreamy look in her eyes, but then resumed until her pussy was hovering a few inches above my face. "You are sure?" she said nervously. I answered my pulling down on her muscular thigh and reaching out with my tongue. I had no idea what to expect but wanted to give every ounce of pleasure to this remarkable woman who had just unlocked a whole new world of pleasure in me. It felt like there was an electric tingle when the tip of my tongue found her labia. She tasted a little saltier than my own juices, a little muskier. She kept her distance, controlling the amount of pressure I was able to apply, moving her hips to show me where she wanted my tongue. I tried to imitate what I thought or imagined she had been doing to me before, and reached up with my left hand to find one of her nipples. I knew I had much to learn but could feel her respond all the same. "That's it...there...yes," she hissed as I tried a particular rhythm with the tip of my tongue on either side of her clit. Now she had a handful of my hair and was lowering more of her weight onto my face. "Good...yes...oh yes...don't stop, fuck don't stop," she moaned and came with a quiet moan. She eased off me, looking down at me with a smile. I reached out to hold her. "No...I want more...I want you to come like I did," I said. She laughed: "It's not always like that." "Please...show me what you like," I begged. "Let me try once more." She looked into my eyes. "OK- we try one more thing but then I must go, I have work to do." She turned around and straddled me again, this time facing my feet. Slowly she lowered her hips towards my mouth. Arching her back and parting her legs, her buttocks spread and I was once more afforded a view of her pussy and ass from behind. She pressed the slick wet lips of her pussy to my mouth. My nose was pressed against the sticky wet creases of her anus, and I thought of how Maria's father had just fucked her there which just turned me on more. The skin in the cleft between her buttocks was darker, her asshole a deep rich brown colour, surrounded by a few of the soft dark hairs which covered her pussy. She rested back onto me and began to give me the domination I had not realised I craved so badly, ordering me to lick her, to suck her clit, to make her come. As she said this she began using her hands on my own pussy, spreading and rubbing me, making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was doing. She told me to put two fingers into her pussy, and showed me how she wanted it by doing the same to me. "You filthy fucking slut...you dirty bitch...yes...taste my cunt you fucking slut," she cried out as she came for a second time. I was coming too, moaning into her wetness my fingers stroking her g spot. We lay still for a moment afterwards, and then she slid off me. She crouched over my belly and wiped her pussy on my skin. It made me want to start all over again again. "No, I must go- you will get me sacked," she said, giggling. "Tonight...after the party?" I begged. She was dressing hurriedly. "Maybe...we see how it goes," she said. She disappeared into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later looking immaculate. She came over to the bed where I lay in a daze. "So beautiful," she purred, running a hand over my breasts. "I think I love you," I said. "Oh, Lisette," she laughed, "You don't know what you're saying, but I am very flattered." She gave me a tender kiss on the lips and turned to go to the door. "I am afraid you will have to tidy your own room," she said with a smile, and left me. Lisette's Summer Holidays Ch. 02 I showered in a trance, my mind buzzing with all that had happened. I was drying my hair when Maria came into my room. “Have you been terribly bored?” she asked. “No…um…not at all,” I replied. “I had a bath and a nap.” “Well we have a few hours before the party…tennis? Swimming?” “Not tennis…I haven’t the energy,” I said. “OK, I’ll see you at the pool,” she said cheerfully. We spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing and swimming. I was lost in thought and Maria kept asking me where my mind was. I could hardly tell her I was thinking about her parent’s fucking their beautiful maid, longing to continue exploring Katrina’s body, imagining with fevered excitement in what delicious ways I could submit to her experienced hands and mouth. Even worse I could hardly admit I was still thinking of Theresa’s perfect toned bottom, of her mother’s lithe body, and to my horror looking at Maria herself with new eyes. “Snap out of it sleepy head,” Maria said. “Sorry…I…what?” I said squinting into the evening sun. With a shock I realised Maria’s mother was standing over me. “Mother wonders if you know where Theresa is?” Maria said. “Oh, um, she said she was going out. I think she said she did not know when she would be back.” “Honestly, that girl,” Eva said. She looked magnificent in a black one-piece swimsuit, a sarong wrapped around her waist. I could not meet her eye though without flushing. She dropped the sarong and walked to the steps into the pool. “Good one,” Maria said. “That’s dropped Theresa right in it.” “I didn’t mean to- that’s what she told me to tell your mother,” I said. “Oh dear- missing Mummy and Daddy’s party- she is going to be in dire trouble,” Maria smirked. I watched Eva emerge from the pool. Her nipples stood out through the fabric of the swimsuit. The outline of her pussy was visible too. As she bent to pick up her towel I marvelled at her firm bottom. “It’s rude to stare,” Maria said. “God…um…I was miles away,” I stammered. Eva came towards us. “You two should be getting ready. And don’t let you father catch you sunbathing topless, you know he hates that.” I realised her eyes were fixed on my bare breasts. I thought how odd it was that he would not let his daughters sunbathe topless but enjoyed sodomising a young maid after his wife had had sex with her. This family just got stranger and stranger. Back in my room I put on a silk g-string, slipped on Theresa’s dress and stepped into the shoes she had picked out for me. As I stood in front of the mirror there was a soft knock on the door. Katrina came in, to turn down my bed she said. “You look fabulous,” she said with a smile. “Can I see you afterwards?” I said, trying to suppress the desperation in my voice. “We’ll see. I have to be a waitress at the party, and then, well it depends on Senor and Senora.” She ran a hand lightly over my cheek. I trembled under her touch. “See you downstairs,” she said. I came down the main stairs into the enormous hall of the villa feeling like I had never looked better. My hair was at just the right length and was slightly sun bleached. My skin glowed with the effects of fresh air and sunshine. Below me I saw my hosts greeting guests. Senor Immanol looked up and caught my eye and smiled. A tall, slim man, with greying hair and clear blue eyes he was by most people’s standards extremely good looking. Knowing what I now did about him I felt there was something slightly cruel in his face. To my surprise I realised that turned me on a little. “Lisette,” he said, warmly, “You look wonderful.” “Thank you, Senor.” I was introduced to several guests and along with Maria spent the evening talking politely to aristocrats and business magnates, politicians and foreign businessmen, diplomats and film producers. The party had a Japanese theme and the maids were dressed in long, elegant, embroidered silk dresses with high collars. A Japanese chef was preparing food flamboyantly on the terrace, saki and champagne was flowing. I had a little too much of both. I saw Katrina, looking stunning in a smoky silk number with yellow silk embroidery. “Sashimi, Senorita?” she asked me with the faintest hint of a cheeky smile. I helped myself to more delicious raw fish. I was about to tell her how much I wanted her to sit on my face when Eva appeared at my shoulder. “They need more champagne in the study, Katrina. Do stop dawdling.” Katrina hurried off. The green baize covered door to the study was the entrance to Senor Immanol’s sanctuary, a room I had never seen. I saw Katrina take a tray of glasses with two bottles of champagne, turning to push the door open with her backside. I caught the briefest glimpse of oak panelling, and clouds of cigar smoke, before the door swung shut behind her. I realised Eva was still standing beside me, watching me with a thoughtful expression. “Are you enjoying your stay with us?” she asked me, smiling warmly. “I’m having a wonderful time Senora. You have such an amazing home.” “I’m so glad. And are the staff looking after you properly? You know we share the same maid don’t you?” I swallowed hard. “Yes, Katrina does your room and my husband and mine- it’s just how we divided up the workload. Maria and Theresa have Claudia, don’t they?” she said turning to another maid I had seen around the house. “Sorry, madam?” the girl asked. She had an English accent. “I was telling Lisette that you clean Theresa and Maria’s rooms, amongst other duties.” “Yes, ma’am,” she replied. She had shoulder length blonde hair tied up on the back of her head. She was beautiful, with a great body, and I immediately wondered if she was expected to perform the same “other duties” as I now knew Katrina did. But I was also wondering why Senora Immanol was talking to me like this. Did she know about Katrina and I? Had she sensed my discomfort? Did she know I had watched her with her maid from my bathroom? Before I had time to continue Maria came and took me away to talk to some younger guests including an intense looking young artist she told me she rather fancied. We chatted to him and his friends as the party began to break up. Guests were leaving, and I noticed that Eva was saying goodbye but her husband was nowhere to be seen. When everyone had gone, and only some of the staff remained clearing away glasses and plates, I saw Claudia going in to the study carrying brandy and whisky. Again I caught a brief glimpse of the interior of the study and for a moment heard loud laughter and raised voices. I had not seen Katrina since she took the champagne in there, and with a pang of regret I realised I was going to have to wait if I was to see her that night. Eva said goodnight and ushered Maria and I upstairs. “Good night mother, good night Lisette,” Maria said as she weaved unsteadily into her room. I undressed in my room feeling frustrated. I ran a bath and sank into it to read a magazine and try to unwind. After a while I got out and wrapped myself in a towelling robe and flopped onto the bed to continue reading. I awoke with a start. I looked at the clock and realised I had been asleep for an hour. I heard a car start in the driveway outside, some voices from the hall. The last of the guests were leaving, the guests who had been in Senor Immanol’s study. I heard footsteps on the stairs and then the door to the master bedroom, just down the corridor from my room, closed. The house was silent. I slipped out of the room. Barefoot I could move silently on the hardwood floors. Without really thinking I made my way along the corridor towards the back of the house where there was a smaller staircase, used by the servants to reach their bedrooms in the loft. It was dark, faint moonlight through the windows making it just about possible to find my way. I was going to look for Katrina, though I did not know which was her room. As I rounded a corner I heard voices whispering on the stairs. I froze. I could not make out what they were saying, but I thought I recognised the English accent of Claudia. I crept closer. “…Five thousand dollar bonus, Kat…fucking hell.” It was Claudia. “I know- a few more these parties and I will have paid off my debt.” That was Katrina’s voice. I stepped forwards on to the staircase where the light was a little brighter. Katrina and Claudia were creeping up the stairs. Both girls were naked, holding their clothes and shoes bundled in their arms. “Jesus Christ,” Claudia said. “Shh,” Katrina hissed, and then to me: “What are you doing here?” “I was looking for you,” I blurted but my eyes were fixed on their bodies, which were glistening wetly. “Come on, upstairs, we can’t talk here.” I followed them carefully up the stairs, taking in the view of their naked bottoms, feeling confused but increasingly horny. We entered a small bedroom with two single beds, a wardrobe, a couple of chairs and a shower cubicle in the corner. Katrina turned on the light. “Sorry girls but I need a shower right now,” said Claudia, dumping her clothes on the floor. I was staring at first one then the other maid. With the light on I could see that they were covered in streaks of white sticky liquid. Their breasts and faces were coated with it, their hair matted in places. It was sperm, I realised. “You really should go, Lisette,” Katrina said putting her clothes in a heap next to Claudia’s. She went to the basin and wet a flannel. Claudia was in the shower letting the water stream over her. “What happened?” I asked. Katrina laughed as she began wiping her face and breasts. “What does it look like? Senor calls it a Come Shower. He likes watching us entertain his friends and this is often the finale.” “Jesus,” I breathed. “How many…?” “Twelve tonight, but all of them showered us more than once.” “Fucking hell…is it horrible?” I asked. “Well, I suppose I might have thought so once. Now I just think it’s rather flattering, and as you probably heard we get well paid for it.” “I see…” “But like I said before I’m not some kind of whore, before you get the wrong idea. Sometimes it is very sexy being doing things which are humiliating, no?” She looked at me with a smile. “The money is just a bonus.” “Maybe for you, babe, but I’m not proud…I’ll do anything for five grand,” Claudia said emerging dripping from the shower. I handed her a towel, my eyes glued to her body: her pussy was completely bare-something I had never seen before. She seemed oblivious to my bulging eyes and towelled herself dry while Katrina stepped into the shower. “So, miss, what brings you here looking for Katrina? You another one of these posh girls who likes a bit of pussy?” Claudia said. “Leave her alone,” Katrina said over the hiss of the water. I blushed furiously and looked at my feet. “Well, unless its just Katrina you want, a pretty girl like you can lick my pussy anytime you want. I’ll teach you a few things I bet you haven’t tried before.” “I…um…I…what do you mean?” I stammered. “Come here,” the blonde said, dropping her towel and standing legs apart, hands on hips. She looked stunning-taller than both Katrina and I, her breasts were perfectly firm globes, crowned with small pink nipples; there was not an ounce of fat on her body, but she was muscular and toned not skinny; the exposed labia and hooded clit kept drawing my eye to her crotch every time I tried to look away. I saw that Katrina was watching from the shower, a smile on her face. I stepped towards Claudia. “Do you like, um, girls too?” I asked. “Take that robe of honey and let me show you,” Claudia said, idly stroking one of her own breasts. “The way I feel right now having had sex for three hours and not a single orgasm I’m in the mood for anything at all.” She laughed. I was trembling but the champagne I had had helped me be braver than I felt. I dropped the robe to the floor. “Whew, honey, you are very, very cute.” I took another step towards her, suddenly too shy to look her in the face. She took me in her arms and kissed me hard on the mouth, her hands roaming my body. I gasped as she gripped one of my nipples and pinched. Her other hand was running down my spine, her finger nails raking my skin gently. I shivered as she ran a finger down the cleft of my buttocks. “Eat my pussy,” she said. “On your knees and eat me.” I obeyed immediately, kneeling and looking up expectantly into her eyes. She rested her hands on the back of my head and firmly drew my mouth in towards her hairless pussy. As I reached out with my tongue and felt the silky texture of her labia I was dimly aware that the flow of water in the shower had stopped. “She’ll do whatever she’s told,” I heard Katrina say. “Oh good. I say we make her act like a dirty slut then,” Claudia said, using her hands to mash my face against her pussy. She was incredibly wet. I found her clit with my tongue while with one hand reaching down to stroke my own pleasure centre. “Let’s get her on the bed,” Claudia said, pulling me roughly to her feet with a handful of my hair. The statuesque blonde sat at one end of the single bed, supporting herself on a pillow, all the while holding me firmly by my hair. She spread her legs and pulled me face down into her pussy. “Make me come you posh little slut,” she said, though I needed no invitation. The excitement was so intense, my arousal so completely consuming. Going down on this incredibly sexy woman while an even more beautiful woman watched was setting fireworks off in my nervous system. I felt Katrina’s hands on my hips. She moved me so that I was on all fours, my mouth hungrily working on Claudia. I felt deliciously exposed, even more so as Katrina spread my thighs. I felt her breath on my thighs, and then the velvet tip of her tongue tracing small circles on the skin of my buttocks. I moaned into Claudia’s wetness, and then renewed the fluttering action of my tongue around and over her clit. I tried to ignore what was happening between my legs and concentrate on Claudia, feeling her grip in my hair tighten, her breathing become more ragged. “Oh yes…lick me slut…taste it…oh yes…go get the dildo and fuck this bitch, Kat…oh god I’m commmmmmmmmingggggggg.” Her body tensed and she ground my face so hard into her I thought my nose might break. At the same time Katrina ran her tongue firmly along the length of my pussy, from my clit to my perineum and then back. I sighed with the sheer exquisite pleasure of it, allowing my legs to spread a little wider. Suddenly Katrina stopped. I whimpered a protest. “Lets make the slut come then have her really submit properly,” Katrina said to Claudia, as if I was not there. “Front or back?” she asked. “Front to start.” “Stand up over by the window,” Katrina told me. “Hold on to the beam.” I went on unsteady legs over to where she pointed. There was a wooden beam in the ceiling and I reached up and held on to with both hands, my back to the two girls in the room. “You fucked her earlier today then?” Claudia asked. “Mmm, yes, after Senor had had his daily assfuck.” Claudia moved around me and knelt in front of me between my legs, looking up at me with a grin. Her hands went to my hips. “Spread your legs…wider…that’s it…support your weight with your arms.” I felt Katrina’s hands on my buttocks now. Claudia leant forward and very gently squeezed my labia between her teeth. Then she began French kissing my pussy, probing with her tongue, rotating her head and working her lips in a passionate and quite extraordinarily arousing motion, making love to my pussy with her mouth. “Oh…my…god,” I gasped. I was aware that Katrina, kneeling behind me was spreading the cheeks of my ass now, using both hands to splay me wide open. “What a gorgeous ass this little slut has,” she said. “Let me see,” Claudia said, lifting her face away from me, making me moan in frustration. “I need to come so bad,” I said. They ignored me, and as Katrina held my buttocks apart I realised they were both looking at my exposed anus. “Once she has come I am going to fuck her ass,” Claudia said, “And then I’m going to do you,” she added to Katrina. Claudia moved back to kneel between my legs. Despite her submissive position I felt as though she was enslaving me. Then as one both girls began to lick me. Claudia’s amazing tongue worked my pussy expertly, flickering and sliding, using a firmer pressure than Katrina had that afternoon, but just as effectively. But I could hardly focus on that because of the incredible and entirely new sensations I was experiencing from the hands and mouth of Katrina. I felt her tongue run ever so lightly up and down the cleft of my ass, brushing almost imperceptibly over my anus at first, and then returning to touch more firmly. Then she was kissing my asshole like it was a tiny mouth, her tongue and lips working over me. Her tongue suddenly pushed firmly against me and I felt a sudden wave of shame: what if I was not clean back there? But the physical sensation was so intense, and I was caught between the two girls beautiful faces. I pulled myself up on the beam to give them both better access. Looking down on Claudia’s head working between my legs, feeling Katrina spreading my ass open even wider I began to feel my orgasm building. Katrina was penetrating my asshole with the tip of her tongue now, using increasing pressure. Claudia had settled into a persistent tempo on my clit while sliding two fingers into my pussy. I felt her reach into me, round my pubic bone and up to find my g spot. At the same time I must have relaxed because suddenly Katrina had her tongue working deep in my asshole, her hands gripping me by the hips, fucking me. All shameful thoughts were washed away in a tidal wave of sensation. My grip on the beam was slipping, and I bore down on their tongues as the immense climax burst inside my head. It did not persist and continue like the extraordinary orgasm I had had under Katrina in my room. This was more intense though, a concentrated blast of blinding, shattering pleasure, which wracked my body. I collapsed into the waiting arms of the two maids, unable to support my weight any longer. Without a pause they laid me out on my back on the floor. “Do you think they heard her in Madrid?” Claudia asked, giggling. Katrina got to her feet and went to the wardrobe, returning with a carrier bag. “Toy time,” Claudia said, reaching down between my legs and sliding two fingers into me with an almost absent minded expression. “I need to come, slut, so get busy,” Katrina said squatting over my face. I had hardly recovered my breath, but I was eager to pleasure her. The dark folds of her pussy were slippery and warm and I started to lap at her, nibbling gently, relishing the taste of her sex. She eased up off me and turned around to face down my body. I looked at Claudia and almost burst out laughing: she had strapped a harness on to her pelvis which had a long rubber dildo attached. It waved about as she moved. Then Katrina was sitting on my face again, taking care to position her clit exactly where she wanted it. As I licked her I felt my legs being lifted. “Fuck her hot slutty pussy,” Katrina gasped. “Cunt, then ass, then mouth,” Claudia said, and with a grunt shoved the rubber cock into my pussy. I felt her thighs against mine, and felt her thrust the length of the ‘cock’ into me. I tried to focus on Katrina’s pussy, using my tongue urgently, at the same time as feeling Claudia spreading my legs. Someone was pinching my nipples hard. My head was spinning, and then Katrina began to come. She ground herself against me, sliding her soaking pussy over my mouth, gasping. Claudia just continued to relentlessly fuck me. Lisette's Summer Holidays Ch. 02 “Fuck, I need that,” Katrina said, resting her weight on my face. Then she slid forwards towards my feet, raising herself slightly. She reached back and spread her buttocks. “Lick my asshole, slut. I’ve had three cocks in my ass today and I want you to lick my ass clean.” My thoughts raced. Three cocks? Not just Senor Immanol, but also his friends? I looked at the dark puckered skin of her anus. It looked impossible that such a tight opening could have accommodated even one cock. I reached out with my tongue and for the first time tasted another woman’s asshole. The extraordinary delicious thrill of it made me shudder with pleasure. To this day the exquisitely forbidden kink of rimming fills me with a pleasure like no other sex act, and it was on this night, submitting to the kinky urges of these two breathtaking women that I discovered my ultimate desire. Katrina allowed me to feast on her ass, she positioned herself and then simply relaxed, watching Claudia use her ‘cock’ on me, welcoming my exploration and my hungry and desperate desire to give her the amazing pleasure her own ministrations on my ass had given to me. I found by making my tongue into a point I could easily penetrate Katrina’s anus, and work an inch and a half of my tongue into her. I could feel Katrina bear down each time I pushed, allowing me easier access. “Jesus, this slut can rim like Senora Immanol,” I heard her tell Claudia. “She’s buttfucking me with her tongue.” “Lets see if she can take cock in her ass as well as you can,” Claudia replied, pulling her ‘cock’ from my pussy and lifting my legs higher, pushing my knees onto my chest. I realised with a shock that she was going to penetrate my ass. I tried to pull my mouth away from Katrina’s dark hole to protest but they both held me firmly. “Do her hard- she’s wet enough,” Katrina said, pinching my nipples cruelly. Claudia rubbed the fat tip of the rubber cock up and down my pussy lips, and then I felt her rub it gently against my anus. “No, please,” I tried to say but all that I could manage was a muffled moan. “Hold her still,” Claudia said and I felt Katrina pull my legs higher. At the same time a sharp pain in my rectum knifed through me and I felt the extraordinary sensation of my anus being forced open. I felt a violent urge to shit, and tried to wriggle from their grasp, yelping into the dark hairy recess of Katrina’s asshole. Claudia relentlessly drove the dildo into me inch by inch. The pain was becoming less intense now, but it was replaced by the awful feeling that I was defecating in reverse. Suddenly I felt Claudia’s pubic bone pressing against my pussy. “She’s got it all in her now.” “Do her- do her like you did me the first time, go on,” Katrina urged. “And who told you to take your tongue out of my ass?” she said to me pushing down onto my face again. I obeyed for a moment then gasped in outraged shame as I felt Claudia withdrawing from my rectum. This time it felt like I was doing a shit. “Oh god,” I cried out, “Don’t…oh,” I was so embarrassed. “Put your tongue in my ass slut or I’ll have her fuck you harder,” Katrina ordered. She was rubbing her own clit now and I could feel her buttocks tensing as she forced me to lick her. Claudia eased the cock all the way out of me. “She’s gaping already- this slut is made for ass fucking,” she said, before driving the dildo back into me. Katrina was coming on my face now, her sphincter convulsing and twitching around my tongue. I could feel her pussy juice flowing onto my chin and down my neck, but almost all sensations were driven from my mind by the totally new sensations coming from my violated bottom. The pain was still there, but so was a growing, aching buzz of pleasure. Claudia worked the cock in me at a steady, relentless pace. She would bring it almost completely out of me on every third stroke, the bulbous head stretching my anus a little wider. Then she would drive it back into me in one continuous thrust until her pubic bone was pressed hard against mine. Katrina was urging me to lick her ass. Her perfect puckered anus was slick and wet, and opening easily to my tongue now. She was using her hands to spread her buttocks and would occasionally lift herself off me. “Look at my asshole, slut. See how wet you’ve made me. Now beg me to taste my ass…beg for it.” “Please, Katrina…” “Please, what, slut?” “Please let me taste your ass,” I finally said, feeling both ashamed and deliciously depraved. Katrina pressed the dark skin of her anus onto my mouth with a moan of pleasure as my tongue slid into her. The earthy taste of her, the wetness from her pussy now coating my face, the rhythmic piston like motion in my own anus- wave after wave of pleasure exploded in me and I came with incredible intensity, thrashing and bucking under my two gorgeous tormentors. “Your turn, Kat,”: I heard Claudia say. “On your knees you filthy little bitch.” I felt the dildo pulled from my anus, and then Claudia was moving up my body, a knee on either side of my chest.. Katrina leant forwards, her pussy a few inches from my mouth and I watched with fascination as Claudia began to fuck her fellow maid’s bottom. Katrina grunted at Claudia’s first rough thrust. “Oh fuck yes,” she gasped. “Now, lick my clit Lisette. Now.” I lifted my mouth to Katrina’s exquisite dripping pussy, relishing the taste of her, and the electric buzz I felt when the tip of my tongue found her clit. I heard a smack as Claudia began spanking Katrina’s upturned buttocks, and could feel from the rocking of Katrina’s pelvis that Claudia was working the cock fast and hard in her roommate’s asshole. Katrina rapidly became orgasmic and again I felt the amazing rush of wetness as she came on my face. “Enough,” she gasped, collapsing onto my face. “For you maybe, but not for me,” Claudia said, rolling Katrina off me and bringing the dildo up to my face. “Suck it, you filthy rich slut,” she said. “Clean my cock.” I hungrily slurped on the rubber, my eyes meeting hers. “Good slut, now you’re going to make me come.” She pulled off the dildo and positioned herself on all fours. “Lick me out and make it good or I’ll punish your slutty ass again.” I needed no encouragement. I was in a frenzy. I feasted on Claudia’s hairless pussy for the second time that night but now with a shameless and hungry desperation. My hands went to each of her firm buttocks; my tongue ran up and down her labia. My nose was pressed into the cleft of her bottom. I began to concentrate on her prominent clit and discovered that she enjoyed firmer pressure there than Katrina. She responded to each stroke of my tongue, rocking back against my face. “That’s a good slut. And you can lick my asshole once I’ve come. I know you want to.” I moaned my agreement without taking my mouth away from her pussy. “I think we have unleashed a tigress,” Katrina said, watching us. “Fuck, yes, oh god, yes…” Claudia shuddered to another climax. Without waiting to be invited I ran my tongue over her exposed pink anus. She was slick with her own pussy juice. I held her hips and began to work my tongue up her as hard and deep as I could. “Ooh, easy baby: I’ve had a lot of cock there tonight…gently does it,” Claudia said. “Get your tongue any deeper and you’ll taste Senor Immanol’s spunk,” Katrina said. I resumed at a gentler pace, making my tongue soft and stroking rather than thrusting at Claudia’s bottom. I slid a hand between her legs, and found my own clit with my other hand. It was hard to concentrate but soon by rubbing us both I got Claudia to the crest of another climax just as I made myself come. I hardly had the energy to gasp as surges of sensation exploded in my clit. Claudia’s asshole clenched repeatedly against my lips as she cried out her own pleasure. “Time for bed, I think,” Katrina said. Claudia lay face down, my head resting on her buttocks, our chests heaving as tried to regain our breath. After a while I got unsteadily to my feet and found my robe. “Thank you,” I said, suddenly embarrassed again. “Next time we’ll have more time,” Claudia said getting up to give me a kiss. “I have plans for you.” Katrina walked me to the door. I turned to her and kissed her passionately and hungrily on the mouth. “I love you,” I whispered. She smiled sweetly at me. “No, I think you think you do. But it’s going to be fun finding out, isn’t it?” She patted me on my bottom as I turned and left. “Good night, my posh little slut,” she said, and closed the door behind me.