Free Maid to Order by Penny Birch Page B

licking eagerly as I continued to rub, driving myself to orgasm after orgasm. She too had her fingers between her legs, rubbing her bottom in my face as she masturbated to the feel of my face between her cheeks and my tongue up her bottom hole. I had to swallow, I couldn’t help it, and with that I came again, so hard it hurt and left me weak, but still licking until she too had come. Even then I didn’t stop. I’d swallowed what she’d done in my mouth, leaving my belly full of her pee. And I had to come a third time just for that, never mind everything else she had done to me.
    She understood, no longer vindictive, but content that I had been thoroughly punished as she squatted forward, allowing me to admire her beautiful bottom, so big and dark and powerful; with the tight little hole that I’d had my tongue up, now open and pink between her cheeks and her pussy wet. Again she let go, completely this time, in my mouth and all over my chest, her piddle splashing on my tits where they’d popped out of my maid’s uniform during my spanking. I lay there, my mouth loaded to the brim, masturbating, my back arching in ecstasy one more time as she deliberately soiled me. And as I cried out her name she sat down in my face again, smothering me between her cheeks and staying as she was until my body had finally stopped jerking and my fingers had gone limp on my aching pussy.
    It wasn’t going to be such a bad summer after all.
     
     
     
Chapter Five
     
     
    The next week was completely routine, and it was just as well. By the end of the party my bottom had been one huge bruise and definitely unfit for further attention, although the dull ache served to keep me firmly in mind of what had been done to me. I would masturbate late at night, lying on my tummy with the sheets pulled down as I thought back to the party, and when I came there would always be one of three people at the front of my thoughts: Lucius Todmorden, Mr Morozov or Melody. Lucius had been nice, giving me a cuddle and a spanking at the same time, which was just what I’d needed. I’d gone to him later, in his room, and sucked his cock before bed so he’d cuddle me without groping too much, which had been the perfect end to the night. Mr Morozov had been the exact opposite; cold and callous, openly enjoying my pain and humiliation, but while he scared me, he excited me too. Then there was Melody and the way she’d punished me, which made me shudder just to think about it; and I came over the memory of lying on the bathroom floor with her big black bottom poised while she filled my mouth more often than anything else.
    It had also been a good night’s work. I’d won the prize for most spanked girl, despite being upstairs with Melody and Mr Morozov for so long, and Melody kept her word about paying me extra for keeping Mr Morozov happy. When I got my weekly envelope there was so much in it I thought they must have made a mistake. Not that I was going to tell anybody, but for the next few days I kept expecting Mr Hegedus to ask for some of it back. He hadn’t, so far, and I eventually banked most of it on my afternoon off, which meant I could walk up to the main road and take a bus into Eastbourne.
    The party had even helped me to cope with being a maid, because I no longer looked at the work as a tedious and badly paid job, but as a very drawn out erotic game, so that my low status and vulnerability to men became exciting. Not that I got abused by the ordinary guests, but Mr Hegedus would take advantage occasionally, patting my bottom or pretending to adjust my uniform so that he could feel me up. Yet when it mattered, I was in control, so that when his wife was out and he told me I was overdue a spanking I simply pointed out that I was still too tender. I knew I’d get it in the end, and that denying him would mean he would make it harder and more humiliating, but that was part of the fun.
    By the end of the second week after the party I was beginning