One Week in the Private House

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Authors: Esme Ombreux
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delighted that she hugged the buxom maid who had escorted her there. Then, remembering where she was, she laughed, and changed the hug into a passionate embrace; she pulled the giggling girl by the nipples towards the four-poster bed.
    'What's your name, you hussy?' Julia said, sitting astride the maid and unbuttoning the girl's blouse.
    'Maxine, Miss,' the girl said. She wriggled, but only sufficiently to help Julia free her large and milk-white breasts, ill do everything I can to make your stay enjoyable, Miss. I'm so happy to have such a pretty mistress.'
    Julia folded aside the maid's blouse and shifted her weight further up the girl's body. Maxine's arms were trapped under Julia's legs, and the maid's grinning face was between Julia's knees. Maxine's plump breasts were quivering between Julia's thighs. Julia smiled, and stroked the trapped mounds, circling the palms of her hands over Maxine's hardening nipples.
    'Do you like to have your breasts played with, Maxine?'
    'Oh, yes, Miss. I love it.'
    'I think we're going to get on very well,' Julia said. She pinched the maid's nipples. 'And your breasts are completely at my mercy. I should think a mistress can do anything she likes with her maid's breasts, shouldn't you?'
    'Yes, please, Miss,' Maxine whispered. She glanced away from Julia's face for the first time, and suddenly looked bashful. 'Can I say, Miss -?'
    'What is it, Maxine?'
    i like my titties to be hurt, just a little.' Her cheeks were red and her brown eyes were shining, if it's by a mistress I like.'
    Julia grasped the maid's left breast and squeezed it, and then thoughtfully pinched the puckered flesh all round the nipple. 'And you like me, don't you, Maxine?'
    The girl closed her eyes and tossed her ringleted hair from side to side, i adore you, Miss,' she gasped. 'Don't stop.'
    Half an hour later the maid said that it was time for Julia to prepare herself to report for duty, i seem to be undressed already, Maxine,' Julia said, 'but do please stay and help me on with my things.'
    With much tickling and kissing, Julia first dressed Maxine. The maid wore the standard uniform that Julia remembered: a black voile blouse with white collar and cuffs, and a short flared skirt of stiff black satin, both worn over a black waist-length corset with open bra cups and long suspenders to hold up black fishnet stockings. Pointed-toed ankle boots and a head-dress of white lace completed the outfit.
    It's quite wrong for her, Julia thought. I'd look marvellous as a French maid, I've got the right sort of looks. But she's lovely anyway.
    She turned Maxine to face away from her, buried her face in the girl's mass of deep brown hair, and reached forward to cup the huge and heavy breasts that jiggled so delightfully beneath their thin covering of voile.
    'Don't be starting all that again,' the maid said. 'We've still to dress you in your finery. Although I don't know that a maid's uniform wouldn't suit you best of all.'
    'I'll be your maid, Maxine. Would you like that?'
    'Don't tempt me, Miss. Let's get you dressed.'
    It was only as Maxine was pulling tight the laces of Julia's boots that Julia's fears about the Private House started to resurface. She inspected her reflection in the Wood-framed full-length mirror and wondered what her role would be. She had A been looking forward to a few Weeks of continuous sexual activity, but she knew that the courtesans were usually clothed in gloriously-coloured silks and satins; she didn't understand her new uniform at all.
    The black lace added a touch of refinement, she thought, but it was only a touch: the full-length gloves consisted only of black lace, but the material was used elsewhere merely as a decorative frill. The tunic was of soft black leather, as were the thigh-length boots, the rather uncomfortable choker, and the wide belt that constricted her waist as tightly as any corset. The entire ensemble isn't even very sexy, she complained to herself; the tunic can be buttoned all

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