3 comments/ 34595 views/ 11 favorites Parlor By: impact499 "Don't forget to ask for May," Ian said his voice sounding weird coming through Jessie's speakers. "Don't worry I won't forget to ask for you special Asian cherry," Jessie said turning right at the traffic light and then another right into the shopping plaza. Ian laughed. "Enjoy!" Jessie found a spot in front of the place. "Thanks. Later." The phone went off as she shut the engine off. On her right was a white pick up truck. She didn't know the brand but knew it was dirty and parked closer to the line than it should be. She considered moving closer to the other side in case the guy was inconsiderate as his parking job was and dinged her door but the spot on the other side was a handicap spot and she didn't feel like taking any chances with that person either. She unplugged the phone, shut the engine off and gathered her purse up from the foot of the passenger seat. The air outside was heavy with humidity and heat. There was no breeze but it was summer and it was Florida so chances were they'd be a storm later in the afternoon to cool things down. In fact the sky already looked as if it was preparing to brew something from all the cauliflower clouds pillowing overhead. There were no windows, just the door, which was darkened so, you couldn't see inside. There was a sign on the door that indicated the hours of operation and that they were open for business. She pulled the door and stepped in making a note to stop by the Subway next door when she left for a foot long to take home. Dim inside the reception area was small. There was a waist high counter on one side and a door next to it leading back into the massage parlor. Adjacent to the counter were four chairs, black, with armrest and black fabric seating and backing. On either side of the main entrance were shelves with products for sale probably some of the same products they used in the parlor itself. Jessie approached the counter a smile on her face. There was a woman behind the counter who returned the smile and said, "Welcome, how can I help you?" "Hi I have an appointment for a two hour session today?" "Name?" "Jessie Martin," Jessie said and watched as the woman typed just out of view behind the counter. She was Asian and like most Asian she had black hair that was cut in a short bob. Her round face was smooth without makeup. She was a cute thing. No wonder Ian liked this place he had a thing for Asian chicks. "I see it here. Any preference to...." "Yes I've been told May is the best and I'd like to have her work on me." The woman smiled and said. "Excellent. I'll let her know you're here. Please come through." The door buzzed. Jessie pushed through and followed May back down a long corridor. On either side of the corridor were doors behind which Jessie assumed were the massage parlors themselves except for one room which was designated 'Office' and 'Restroom' by black signs with white writing. The woman opened a door and stepped back. She said, "Make yourself comfortable. There is a robe on the table and you can hang your clothes on the hangar." "Thanks." "Enjoy." She said smiling as she closed the door. Jessie had never been to a massage parlor before. All of her massages were given by her boyfriends before and by Ian most recently, her current squeeze but after working to meet deadlines for the past week he insisted she head to the massage parlor. It had been a place he used often especially after a he went overboard on the basketball court and he swore the women there especially May worked wonders. Jessie stripped down to her underwear; she wasn't wearing a bra and slipped into the white terry cloth robe with the parlor's name on the right side where a pocket would have gone. The room was small. There were no windows just soft light from multiple low powered incandescent bulbs overhead casting a warm glow across the room. There was a tray next to the door with oils and creams some of which were for sale out front. The massage table was at hip height for her and at five feet nine inches tall didn't mean it was too high. She hopped up on it and sat down. It was covered with a removable cloth cover. It was about seven feet long with a circle at one end for one to put your head and not suffocate when on your stomach. There was a knock on the door. "Ready," Jessie said as her eyes went from the violet paint that covered the walls and the pictures of generic tranquil scenes to the door. "Hello, I'm May," the woman said. She was dressed in a pair of white shorts and a white tee shirt that wasn't too liberal but it didn't matter May was a looker. Jessie could see what Ian liked her. May was about her height maybe a little shorter. She had a full head of black hair pulled into a tight pony talk that reached partway down her back. A delicate figure hourglass shape she had a reasonable C cup for an Asian and a surprisingly plump rump. Jessie smiled. Ian was a black man through and through and though he had a thing for Asian chicks he was faithful to his own race sometimes she joked her was racist but he always liked to point out that she had Asian in her family to. Jessie was Jamaican and though she had dark skin her great grandfather was from China brought to the Caribbean with many others to work as indentured servants for the British and stayed to build families. May extended her hand and Jessie shook it. "What would you like to focus on today?" "All over," Jessie said. She sighed. "Been stressed these past couple weeks and I need some release." She rolled her shoulders. "Well let's get started then." Jessie wasn't self-conscious. She peeled off the robe and handed it over and then lay on her stomach. "Who recommended me?" May asked. "My boyfriend Ian. He says you're the best." "Ah... you're Jessie. He speaks much of you. He was here last week and said you'd be coming by. To give you the best." "Yep." Jessie heard the cart that was next to the door moving. It had wheels and the moved quietly on the floor. She didn't notice it before but now with her head down she saw it was white linoleum shinny and speckled with black flakes. May's hands were surprisingly warm. She started with the oil, which was also warm and worked on her shoulders first. Jessie closed her eyes and let the tension seep out of her. May moved from her shoulders to her back down to just above her but and back up again. Jessie after five minutes felt weak. Her hands were incredible. They were soft and firm at the same time if that was possible and they seemed to be able to find every knot and loosen it. Her hands moved down and squeezed her but. Jessie frowned with her face down but it felt good yet May didn't linger moving down to the back of her thighs. She worked those and her calves one after the other and then her feet. Totally relaxed and receptive May said, "Let me take this off and we can do you glutes." She tugged at her cotton panties. Without a word Jessie raised herself up off the table slightly and May tugged her panty off. Inhibitions at an all time low, relaxed beyond anything she'd felt in a long time Jessie didn't mind being naked with another woman. Maybe worked her over again, moving from her shoulders down her back and her butt this time focusing more on her ass and it felt good. Jessie couldn't help moaning and suddenly felt embarrassed that the sound had erupted from her throat. She wanted to apologize but May had moved on to her calves and didn't seem to notice. Maybe she got that more often than not with clients. Ian was right she was good then May said, "Time to cook the other side. Let's roll over." Jessie was completely exposed. She turned over on the table. May had the same smile as before on her face. Jessie watched her as she worked on her feet digging into the soles of both feet one hand each and then up the calves and the hamstrings and then caressing her pubis. It felt good. Jessie didn't want her to stop. She knew she should stop her. It was inappropriate but then again she wasn't stupid she knew Ian recommended May for a reason and if this was it he was right to do so. Jessie didn't think of herself a lesbian or bisexual. Having another woman caress her body was delightful in fact as she lay there her eyes fluttering with delight she knew she was getting wet and May didn't seem to mind one bit. May's slender fingers moved up her stomach and caressed her breasts squeezing them. The oil she'd put on her smelled of cinnamon and it allowed May's hands to glide over her body easily. Suddenly Jessie wanted her hands back lower. Blood was rushing down to her crotch engorging her lips and clit. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears as it raced increasing the pace of her breathing. How far did this usually go? She wondered as May's hands found her slit and moved up and down the valley of her shaved snatch delicately and without hesitation. Jessie bit her lip, arching her back slightly. May didn't stop. She peeled her lips back to get better access. Jessie wanted it bad. She wanted it real bad. In addition to the need for a massage work had kept her so busy over the past two weeks that every evening when she got home she'd not been able to enjoy a moment with Ian. Now it had all bubbled up and she wanted to climax but May stopped. Jessie opened her eyes. May was looking at her. May's lipstick was red. It glistened in the light. She had barely any makeup on her face round and soft her long lashes sweeping with every blink. She moved up to Jessie's head and leaned down. Jessie let her kiss her. It wasn't what she expected. Men expected or at least some men influenced by pornography videos expected women to be naturally lesbians but a woman was no more a lesbian naturally than a man gay and women didn't go out of their way kissing other women to any more an extent than men did but at that moment Jessie did and she like it. The kiss was wet and hot and sent electric currents through her body. May peeled off her shirt. She was wearing a lace bra underneath. She stepped back and turned. She undid her pants and shimmed out of them. She wasn't wearing panties Jessie saw. Then when May turned Jessie's eyes widened with sweet disbelief. May was a man. May boasted an eight inch monster of a cock, thick and clean shaven. It looked as if it didn't belong when the context of the rest of the body was taken into account. Jessie didn't know what to think but suddenly her mouth was dry and she swallowed as May approached her. Sucking another man's dick had never been a problem for her but a tranny's dick, this was knew and it was obvious that's what May intended when she stopped next to her head. Jessie obliged. It seemed like the fair thing to do considering all that was about to happen. She turned on the table and took it in her mouth. It was sweet much sweeter than any she'd ever taken in her mouth even the precum and she wondered if May was a vegetarian. She sucked slow but hard as May's hands again found her breasts and her nipples squeezing them and tickling them bringing the right mixture of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down her spine. May didn't cum instead she moved to the foot of the table and pulled Jessie downwards and spread her legs. Jessie watched as the black hair went between her legs. Her tongue was artful and stiff as it moved around her clit and up and down her wet slit. Jessie pulled her hand to her mouth and bit into her finger to temper any cries. She wasn't going to be able to hold back. May used tongue and fingers in her massaging the inside now finding the G Spot easily. With two fingers curled up she stroked the ribbed flesh inside. Jessie's back arched again. She had her eyes closed pressed down tightly. Her body shuddered with delight as the orgasm swept over her in waves. May came up for air her face glistening with Jessie's wetness. Jessie smiled. She wanted more. May sensed her desire and turned her over her feet on the floor and her ass at the edge. Jessie felt May's hands massage her ass and her lower back. She felt her cock, the large flared head at her crack. Her ass was spread wide and the dick placed against her wet cunt. Jessie pushed caution away a long time. She pushed it even further. She wasn't a prude. There were things she'd done before in high school and in college that she still did even now and this even though it was naughty was just the tip of the iceberg. May's cock slid into Jessie's wet hot cunt. Jessie couldn't stifle the moan. She suddenly wondered if the door was locked. Could someone come in? Could they hear her? She couldn't hear anything of the outside but that didn't mean anything considering how loud her heart was thumping with delight in her ears. May's hands one on each him began to squeeze as she stroke her slow at first building the blocks of the orgasm. She took a hand off of Jessie's hips and moved it under and down leaning forwards so her hand could tease her slit. Ian did that sometimes. Jessie wondered if May taught him that. What else did she teach him she wondered as the eight inches filled her. May's pace increased. The sound of flesh wet and glistening with sweat slapping against similar wet flesh filled the room. Jessie hoped it was sound proof. She didn't care. Her panting was loud and her moans seemed louder. May grunted with delight. Jessie climaxed again squeezing the cock inside her as the spasms washed over her again. May pounded harder and faster with ferocity that Jessie wished she could see and suddenly she pulled out. Jessie glanced back just in time to see an arc of creamy cum shoot up onto her back. She flinched thinking it would reach her face but it landed in the middle of her back. Then there was another and another each landing progressively closer to her ass until only a dribble oozed from May's swollen head. They caught their breath and enjoyed the release Jessie feeling she did more so than May. May cleaned her back off and slowly got dressed. Jessie did the same. They dressed in silence. Jessie wasn't sure of what to say. She'd never done anything like this before. May said, "Thank you for your business. Tell Ian I look forward to seeing him soon." "Thank you." Jessie turned to leave and then stopped. "Do you do house calls?" May shook her head and then said, "No sorry we don't but for Ian and you I can do personal visits." Jessie smiled. "How was it?" Ian asked through the Bluetooth. "It was great." "Told you." He said sounding superior. "You didn't tell me it was that kind of massage." "What kind of massage," he asked trying to sound innocent. Jessie slowed as the light turned red at the intersection. "You know what I mean." He laughed. "Anyway I arranged for an in house visit." She could hear him frown over the phone. "They don't do that there." "But May does." He was silent. "Trust me if you enjoy it there. You'll enjoy it better at home. Just you me and May. She says anything for us." "I like." "And anything goes." Ian laughed. "When did you schedule it?" "Tonight so play your little game hard tonight they'll be a double massage waiting for you when you get home." Parlour Games Milly the maid found herself bent over the low parlour coffee table, hands bound behind her back by her own stripped leggings and her tush in the air. "Now, Milly," her young mistress, Hannah, chided. She paced a slow circle around the table, her lovely face haughty and annoyed. She wore her blond hair long and tied with red ribbon in a ponytail that bounced against her back as she walked. "You are paid to do but one thing in my parents' home—keep things clean. Is that not right?" "Yes, of course, my lady." "Then how do you explain this?" Hannah thrust a pair of panties against Milly's nose. "This a pair if my underwear. A pair that I had intended to wear today. But look at this—they're still stained! You were told to wash them, and yet they are clearly still filthy." "I'm so sorry, my lady. I tried my best!" Milly implored Hannah with desperate, gray eyes. A wisp of dark hair had dislodged itself from the modest brass pins that held the rest in place; with her arms tied, she could do nothing to move the hair from its ticklish spot against her nose. "I'm sure you did, but it wasn't good enough. I now have to endure the humiliation of spending the entire day wearing nothing beneath my dress. If my parents were to find out I would be shamed! Thankfully, they are gone for the day, and I will therefore take this time to punish you." "Yes my lady, of course. I deserve it." "You do. But of course, if you are to tell my parents of this punishment I will deny it to the last, and you will likely be fired. So you will not tell, will you?" "No, of course not. Never." "Alright then. Now, please refrain from crying. This is your punishment, so I don't punish me with guilt." With that Hannah flipped up Milly's frilled navy and white skirts and tugged down her plain white panties. Milly whimpered at the cold air caressing her exposed bottom. With no warning Hannah slapped Milly's heiny hard with her open palm. Milly yelped. Hannah slapped again, then again. It hurt badly, yet Milly made no complaint, only little yelps. Hannah began hitting harder, and Milly's white bottom quickly pinked. She began spanking the maid more rapidly, then quicker still, until her hand was a blur against the supple flesh. Milly yelped and moaned with every breath, until at last Hannah stopped. "*pant pant* Well, now you've gone and gotten me all huffed and *pant* sweaty! I will need to change my clothes after this, and soil yet another dress with my lack of under things. Oh, you need to be punished indeed!" On the coffee table was a small, ornate crystal bowl of walnuts. Hannah took the bowl and sat down on the floor behind Milly "What are you going to do, my lady?" "Quiet. I am going take these rather large walnuts and put them in your body. Can you guess where? Answer me." "My mouth?" "No, don't be silly! That would strangle you, and I wish you no real harm. Guess again." "My, um, womanhood?" "'Womanhood'! How quaint. Close, but no. You would get too much pleasure from that, and you are meant to be punished. Guess again—and if you do not get it right this time, I shall beat you." "My...my bottom?" Milly seemed astounded and afraid. "Oh yes!" Hannah knelt behind the maid and spread the taut cheeks of her derriere wide with her hands. Milly began to tremble at the touch. Hannah exposed Milly's tiny, dark anus and fingered it a bit, causing Milly to shudder and sigh. "Now please understand Milly, what I am about to do is not for your delight, though you may enjoy it. It is entirely necessary to save you from harm." Hannah bent in and began to lap at Milly's small hole. The maid convulsed and whimpered at the touch. Hannah thoroughly licked along the outside, her own cheeks blushing with pleasure, before inserting her tongue all the way into Milly. Milly choked back a scream, and Hannah could feel the girl's rectum clamp around her tongue. Yet Hannah could also feel Milly on her chin as the maid's loins begin to moisten. Hannah slid her tongue out and lapped vigorously again along the rim of Milly's rear. She at last pulled away, her mouth and chin slick with her own saliva, but not before spitting between Milly's spread cheeks. Hannah picked up the maid's discarded panties and used them to wipe her face. Finally Hannah took a walnut from the bowl and, after wetting it in her mouth, pushed this first nut into Milly's primed and puckered hole. Milly moaned, whether in discomfort or enjoyment Hannah couldn't tell. The young woman slid the next nut inside; it clacked against the first and pushed it further into the tight recesses of Milly's anus, prompting a startled gasp. "This one has a fairly vicious little ridge," Hannah said, popping the slicked walnut from her mouth. She leaned over to wiggle the nut before Milly's face and inspired a cringe from the maid. She worked the nut halfway into Milly's hole, then slowly twisted it the rest of the way in. Milly shook with a rapid barrage of pained gasps. "Now, Milly," Hannah said. "Though I'm sure you are able, I don't want to see a single nut being expelled from its rightful place. Any that emerge from your ass without my consent will go directly into your mouth. Am I clear?" "Yes, my lady! I'll be obedient, I swear it!" Hannah repeated the procedure with the walnuts until the entire bowl was empty and no less than ten nuts had been swallowed into Milly's rectum. "How is that? Those final two were a tight squeeze indeed! Still, I think I could fit a few more." Milly squirmed. "Ooh, I don't like it, my lady..." "No? Why?" "It hurts! And makes me feel strange inside!" "Yes, I know. And it is humiliating, is it not?" "Oh yes, my lady! I feel utterly degraded!" "Hmm... Then what is that dripping from your groin onto my parent's marble floors?" Milly didn't answer, and Hannah could see her face burning bright red. She was thrilled by the domination, and yet her heart fluttered with sympathy and affection. She felt a moment of weakness, and in that moment decided to reveal herself before she lapsed into cruelty again. "Milly, please don't think me a monster because of my...tastes." Hannah caressed her thigh and kissed Milly's hip. "I like you, Milly, truly. I've liked you from the very first day you came to work for my parents. I watch you, and see your joy and passion in life, your kindness, your desire to please everyone regardless of your own comfort. Milly, I...oh dear..." "...My lady?" Hannah paused, and felt embarrassment at her confession. As quickly as it had allowed itself to be repressed, her desire to dominate returned, and she decided to indulge herself. "I'll tell you what; I'll give you a chance to have our nutty little friends removed immediately, but under one condition. It is sort of a game, really. Will you play?" "Oh yes, of course my lady! Anything to be free from this distress!" "Good. Now, as your incompetence has ensured that there is no boundary between this terribly expensive dress that my father had imported from Austria and my--shall we say--secretions, it is your least duty to personally see to my cleanliness, yes?" "Yes, of course, my lady." "Good. Then our game shall work like this; you will use that obedient little tongue of yours to render me pristine with all due vigor. You will have but a matter of a few minutes to do this, and if you are skilled enough to grant your lady satisfaction in this time then I shall release your rear of its discomfort. You realize what I mean by satisfaction, of course?" "Yes, my lady. I have-" Milly cut her confession short and scrunched her head against her shoulder in coy embarrassment, but Hannah sprang instantly on the implications of the maid's reticence. "You have what, Milly? Touched yourself?" Milly nodded. "Is such abuse a habit? Do you enjoy it?" Nod, nod. Hannah backhanded the back of Milly's stooped head. "You will answer my questions when they are asked!" "Yes! I'm very sorry, my lady! Yes, I enjoy it, my lady!" Hannah sneered at her while tracing circles with her fingernail around the dimple that divided Milly's back from the crack of her backside. "You enjoy what, precisely? Louder this time." Hannah said. "I enjoy touching myself, my lady!" Milly nearly shouted. "I touch myself nearly every day!" "Oh ho! Well, you're wanton little wretch, aren't you?" "Yes, my lady." "Then let's see what lessons in satisfaction you have taught yourself. We should both hope that your busy fingers have shared knowledge of their stimulations with your mouth." Hannah gripped the bound maid by her shoulder and heaved her over so that she lay on her back on the table. She regarded Milly from the front for a moment, her eyes hooded and her lips curved by cruelty. Milly's eyes were wide but her face bore a determined and dedicated air. She lay with her legs bent over the edge of the table, the toes of her bare feet curling into the carpet below. Hannah nudged her legs wide to better expose the maid's nethers. The lips of her exquisite, young vagina were slightly parted by her position in an intoxicating tease of sopping pink. "So lewd!" Hannah said, and gently smacked the inside of Milly's thigh. "You truly have no shame, Milly, none at all." Hannah climbed atop the table herself and straddled Milly at the chest, sitting with her full weight on the young woman's breasts. Milly hissed through her teeth and screwed her eyes closed. Her arms were still bound behind her, pinned now between her back the table. Hannah was certain that it was plenty painful without the extra torture of sitting on her. She laughed. "Your pathetic little tits make for a meager chair indeed, Milly." "I'm sorry, my lady," Milly groaned. "No matter. I won't punish you for such as that. Not today, and perhaps never if I'm impressed by your performance in our game." Hannah sat up a bit and--still straddling Milly's body--scooted along until she was able to pin the maid's head on either side between her knees. She took the hem of her own skirts into her hands and lifted the front. She indeed wore no underwear, and Mill found her nose only inches from Hannah's naked, neatly trimmed sex. "My lady?" she asked in a timid chirp. "Um, how are we to know when the time has elapsed? The parlor clock has not been wound today." Hannah flicked Milly's forehead. "Oh, Milly! Pathetic, useless Milly. Who's job is it to maintain this household's timepieces?" Milly gulped and murmured, "Mine, my lady." "Indeed! And so because you have once again failed in your responsibilities, it is you who will mark time for us. You shall sing to me while you service my perfect cunt. À la Claire Fontaine--you know it, certainly?" "I do, my lady. I think." "You will sing it perfectly, and loudly, and with joy. When you have run out of verses, the game will be over and we shall see if you've earned your relief. That's very kind, isn't it? I should fill you with two score more walnuts for ignoring Mother's clock. It's an heirloom, you know." "I'm so sorry, my lady! You're incredibly gracious to spare me such agony when I do so deserve it." "Yes. Now shut up and begin your song, unless you've grown fond of the gaggle in that crowded colon of yours." Hannah tossed her skirts over Milly's head, leaving the maid to do her work out of sight in a dark, velvet tent. From between her legs Hannah heard the loud, soprano lilt of, "À la claire fontaine, M'en allant promener! J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle, Que je m'y suis baigné!" The refrain was muffled and distorted as Hannah felt Milly's mouth close over her vagina and offer several tentative, probing licks. Hannah's eyes rolled nearly to the whites while she arched her head back and allowed herself a deep but silent sigh. "Il y a l-longtemps..." Milly sang. "*shlurp* que je t'aime *squerch*...Jamais...*smack* je n-ne t'oublierai!" Hannah laughed at Milly's humiliating performance and gripped her own hair in ecstasy. Heat was mounting in her face and belly and sweat began to bead around her nose. Milly's tongue and lips labored in earnest around the French melody, sliding about every secret, tingling fold of Hannah's sex and occasionally making squishy, unsure penetrations into the quivering and eager vagina itself. It was wonderful, but the maid's inexperience was obnoxiously apparent; though she sought her lady's satisfaction with endearing determination--singing all the while--Milly's technique was proving inadequate to secure the maid's triumph in this game. And it was a game that Hannah very much wanted her to win. She could coach her, Hannah supposed. At the very least she could command her to stop her sloppy wandering and focus on her clitoris, which would be the fastest way for them each to reach their goal. But no. That would be much too kind. Instead Hannah found Milly's bobbing head and grabbed her ears through the fabric of her dress. She repositioned her knees slightly to gain leverage and mashed Milly's face into her groin. She then began to grind hard at Milly's mouth, holding her head still while she ravaged her face with escalating force and aggression. Milly, ever diligent, did her best to continued to lap, prod, and suckle the raging cunt that now smothered her. And, to Hannah's infinite delight, she never stopped singing, though the words were now quavering, erratic, and increasingly desperate through Milly's breathless sputtering and swallows. "Je v-vou...voudrais *cough* que lar...la rrrrrrose!" she sang, nearing the end of the song. "*grp* Fût encore! *grrrp* Au rosier! Et que...*cough* ma douce a-amie! Fût en...encore à *ack*...*ulp*...m'aimer..." Hannah giggled with glee as she rode Milly's face. She wished very much that it was a possible to have a sketch made of this moment; Milly, bound on a table, her lower half naked, violated, and shamelessly exposed, as the glorious Hannah d'Ivry straddles and abuses her. Such a portrait they made together! As Milly began the final refrain, Hannah clapped her hand over her mouth and let a small yelp slip as a gasp between her fingers. Her body wanted to tremble, but she wouldn't allow it. With one final, firm thrust at Milly's face she released the maid's head and lifted her skirts just as the music stopped. Milly drew a huge gasp of air. She was truly a sight. Her entire face was smeared with Hannah's nectars, her lashes clumped together with it and her lips slathered. Her hair, normally so neat and primped, was splayed in wild, sweaty spikes around her head. One thin lock was plastered flat to her forehead in matted mass of tiny black swirls. Her mouth was still open, sucking at air. As Hannah watched, a bead of drool trickled from the corner of Milly's mouth and rolled down her jaw; with her hands bound, there was nothing the maid could do about it. "My my, just look at you, Milly!" Hannah said, settling down to again sit on Milly's chest. "An utter disgrace! And your French is atrocious. Did you enjoy yourself?" "No, my lady!" Milly said. "No? NO? What, was my taste not to your liking?" "No, it was, my lady! You tasted wonderful! I'm sorry, of course I enjoyed it!" "That's right." Hannah slipped her hand beneath her skirt and grazed two fingers along her wet and sensitive sex. She held the glistening fingers towards Milly's lips. When the maid didn't respond, Hannah gave her a light smack on the cheek. The young woman protruded her tongue and Hannah ran her fingers over it. "Tell me, do I taste clean?" "Yes, my lady. And delicious. Thank you." "Yes, I concede that you performed your cleaning duties thoroughly. But, oh Milly! Poor degraded Milly, you have failed the game. I must leave the objects inside you." Actually, Hannah had indeed managed to orgasm--a bit-- from Milly's ministrations, but the maid didn't need to know that. "Oh please, my lady! I'm sorry, I tried so very hard! Please have mercy! My bottom is in a terrible state!" "I'm sorry Milly, but you're going to have to wait." Hannah dismounted Milly and again flipped her on her stomach. "But I am merciful, and I will distract you from the distress in your ass. True pain is a powerful distraction, you see." Milly sighed a small afraid sigh as Hannah stood and walked momentarily from the parlour. She soon returned with a long, thin wooden dowel, which she swished through the air as she walked. Milly cried out at the sound, realizing the rod's painful potential on her skin before it ever touched her. "Do you like it?" Hannah said. "I was going to find a switch on the grounds, but I stumbled upon this in the workshop first." Milly watched the swishing of the dowel in horror, but it was too late to protest. Without warning Hannah slapped the rod against the soft flesh of Milly's thigh. Milly yelled, and screwed her eyes shut against the stinging pain. Hannah struck again, harder, across Milly's stuffed butt. Milly kept herself under control, only moaning slightly against this strike. Hannah changed that with successive whacks of her rod, hitting harder and quicker against Milly's sensitive rear. Milly cried out with each strike as the pain mounted, wriggling under the blows and curling her toes. It was just as tears were threatening to form in the maid's eyes that Hannah stopped. "There. That's enough. You did very well. I can't imagine how badly that must have hurt. Few things could be worse without causing actual harm, could they?" "No my lady," Milly replied with a wavering voice. "That was more intense pain than I have ever endured. I...am not hurt, am I? Bleeding?" Hannah felt herself swell with sympathy and protective affection. She quickly kneeled and lovingly embraced the maid's much abused bottom. "No, no, no, sweet Milly. Of course not! There are welts, and you will be bruised, but you are not truly hurt. It may be a matter of days before you can comfortably sit again, but you are fine. I would never hurt you, you silly dolt! Not for any reason." Hannah squeezed Milly's firm behind, and kissed several of its stinging welts. "Thank you, my lady..." Hannah buried her face into the soft warm flesh of one of the cheeks. "Listen Milly... I'd like for you to come to my room this evening, after all the others have retired. You do not have to, though. This is not an order. I only wish to talk, but I will understand if you do not come. If you do, though, I... I want you to come only because you want to. Because you feel something...more." Hannah fussed with a small sapphire broach at her throat and fixed her eyes in the room's corner. "Like I do." She stood, instantly seeming to reembody the cold, cruel confidence that so confused and excited Milly. Hannah picked up the soiled panties that had begun the whole affair. "In the meantime though, I wish for you to clean this mess. You may use these, as they are already filthy enough." "Forgive me, my lady, but what mess?" Hannah walked around the table and once more tugged her skirts to her waist. She positioned herself above the still-bound Milly and bore an enormous, evil grin. "This mess." With that Hannah peed on Milly's head. It splashed through her hair and down her face, dripping off her chin and onto the tiled marble below. Milly sputtered as the liquid attempted entry into her mouth; Hannah giggled. At last she stopped and wriggled her skirts back into place after brushing the last few drops from between her legs. Milly's head was completely soaked, and her face was red with shame. "Now get to cleaning. I want this floor and table dry and spotless by the time my parents return home." "But, my lady, my hands...? And the, um, plug...?" Hannah merely grinned and stuffed the panties into Milly's mouth and patted her urine soaked cheek, then stood back to watch. Parlour Special Her long, curly hair was that of a beauty queen, but those tattoo sleeves begged to differ. What's more her spandex scoop neck spoke volumes and there was a strength visible in her curvy frame. When I introduced myself I found that the deep, red-brown flame of her hair was matched only by the fire in eyes -Can I help you? Her voice was acerbic, liquid steel, irritation bubbled distinctly on the surface. -I just thought we should talk shop a little. We're both here getting something done, right? At worst we'd pass the time. We were in a tattoo parlour downtown and I was about to get what might've been the stupidest ink job of my life. In my 32 years I'd never found "the one" and was damn sure she didn't exist. I know, I know, major sob story. I'm not asking for sympathy though, I'm just sayin. Anyhow, that day I was going to fill in the space on my left pec that I'd been saving for Miss Right. Yeah, you got it: right over my heart. So I'm a romantic -I say anybody who ain't, hasn't lived. It's been years since that day and yet, I can still recall exactly the tat I was going in for: a big ass Gibson logo, with a first name of "Betsy". That's right; I was immortalizing my guitar, just like I told you: real stupid idea. I gotta tell you though, if you've heard this guitar, you might think twice about it too. -Jackie, who IS this man? And WHAT is he doing here? She seemed to be something of a regular as the receptionist turned round behind the desk to answer her. -Ease up Cherry. This gentleman's been coming here for a few weeks now. Just because you're not up this early most days... -I can see you'll be no help. Well, if you must know, I'm getting a barbell for my eyebrow this morning. -Nice, that'll look fan-fucking-tastic up there, eh? -That's the idea... and you? -Oh you know, getting some work done on my chest; a little something for my Les Paul y'know. Give'r the respect she deserves. -Your guitar? Real smooth. -She has a point Grant. It is a little immature. -What, you too? Fine, fine. I took my shirt off and stood up from my seat near the reception desk. Jackie'd had seen at least that much of me before but this Cherry I'd just met. I got the impression she liked what she saw. What can I say? I like to keep active: weightlifting, yoga and a marathon or two. I'm sure my other tattoos didn't hurt either. -What do you ladies think'd go better? I'm open to suggestions here. -I think you need a real woman up there Grant. It'd be all romantic, a tattoo of her name across your heart. -Aw, Jackie, you know me. I've never met a woman who could stick around me very long. -And none of them were worth keeping in the first place Grant, you know that. -What? Does he think a woman can't keep up with him? -Just that none has ever wanted to. You'd like to prove me wrong? -Oh boy, I don't like were this is heading kids...Would you mind taking it outside? Cherry stood, she only came up to my shoulders but by her posture you'd never have known. Terse frame or no, I knew that in spirit she was second to none. The red-head closed the gap between our bodies, pushing in closer until we touched. Shooting up on her toes Cherry grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into a wild, dynamic kiss. Her tongue forced its way in as I struggled for breath. She tasted of cinnamon and a crimson sunrise; I was lost in the brisk, sensual vitality of her lips. Somehow remaining composed long enough to find a hairpin or two, I freed her wavy curls and felt them fall to her shoulders. At this Jackie drew the line. -Can you two not get a room? Some of us are trying to work here. We broke off the embrace, glancing over at our hostess. My mind raced; then I shot a look back at Cherry. -Oh no you don't! You two can't possible think...? At this point we were both hurrying towards one of the small booths in back, scrambling to stay as close together as possible. -All right already! She took a deep breath. -Room 3 is empty, but if you make a mess... We shut the door and came at one another with renewed vigour. Moist kisses fell on her neck; she bit into my shoulder. Cherry and I shared a death grip of an embrace, both bodies held close. We each felt the other's laboured breath, racing heartbeat and something more. We seemed to vibrate on yet another level, further coupled in a way we had yet to understand. Deep in each others' eyes we sought some answer. For the moment we found only desire and lust. My hands dropped to her belt and she responded, swiftly kicking off her shoes. Cherry lifted her shirt off while I did away with her acid wash jeans. She giggled when I kissed the back of her knee, running her fingers through my hair. I helped her into the chair, caressing her smooth, hard legs. I knelt and made my way up. Starting at her bare feet, my hands, lips and tongue teased their way towards her most fundamental satisfaction. Cherry was immensely enjoying my work and she squirmed contentedly on the leather-backed chair. Her own hands were busy, pleasing her upper body with soft caresses and the occasional deep scratch. Though thoroughly engrossed, I couldn't help but observe her tremendous physique. She possessed a veritable six pack, chiseled arms and full, perky tits. Her skin had the texture of a goddess, rich and supple; stretched over lithe, solid muscle. As I neared the lovely junction of leg and hip, my left hand snuck up and under black lace panties. The soft fabric slid off easily, Cherry raised her legs, kicking slowly in the air while the lace tickled its way down. Before they were gone my right was massaging its way back towards her hips. After dropping the laced trophy, I raised myself up, introducing my mouth to her midsection while both hands strove ever upwards. Tracing blind patterns over her stomach a path toward her exposed parts soon made itself clear. I licked a wide oval around her swollen mound and noticed that not only was she the proud owner of a fresh bikini wax, but her now leaking juices had the most enticing aroma. My fingers selected a sample and she shuddered, murmuring quietly. I wanted more and tightened my pattern accordingly. Within moments I was eating the cream of the crop, in more ways than one. Cherry's pussy was so wet when I got there that her lips were making all kinds of delicious squishing noises. I rubbed the outside of her raised camel toe area and dug in with my tongue. I licked and sucked, twisted and stroked; doing everything I could think of. I was determined to get this woman off and wasn't stopping until she squealed herself a full breathless orgasm. Shortly her clitoris made an appearance, jutting out from beneath its hood. Steadily, I moved to incorporate it into the escalating circle of my attentions. Cherry was visibly thrilled with my work and the sight of her, head back and gasping for air was a severe turn-on. Nothing could deter me from completing my work however and I simply redoubled my efforts, cautiously inserting my middle finger. Before long our goal was in sight, her hot little nub was all fired up and from her less than coherent vocalizations it was clear that Cherry was nearing the edge. Presently, she wrapped her legs around my head, locking at the ankles. The greater her pleasure, the harder she squeezed. I loved it, I was trapped and there was only one way out. I went for her clit, sucking it softly with my tongue. At the same time thrust two fingers into her slit and ground my knuckles into her pink labia. -Grant... I --I'm cumming! Cherry glistened with a sheen of perspiration, her whole body a part of the climax at hand. She was struggling to keep her eyes open and breathe. It was quickly too much for the spirited woman and she finally gave in with a sigh and bucking series of tremors, a long, loud groan and a piercing final shriek. I lapped up as much of her sticky fluid as I could and made sure to bring her down gently. Cherry seemed utterly spent, sprawled out across the reclining chair. My hand reached for the lever and I lowered her to rest prone. With a lick of my lips and a roguish smirk, I snatched her lace underwear off the floor and made my way out. -What did you do to her Grant? Jackie seemed genuinely awestruck as I grabbed by faded Aerosmith tee. -What I always do, Jackie darling: Knock em' dead. -Ha! You always were a kidder boy, but are you absolutely sure those are yours? -Ahaha, of course they're not mine, but shouldn't I get a little something in appreciation? From down the hall we heard a frantic commotion as Cherry threw on her clothes. Half dressed she stuck her head out and yelled after me. -What now?! So, you're just leaving after that? Besides, those aren't even yours! Get back here! But, I was already out the door.