A dual porch light set that bordered the front door bathed the veranda in white
light causing Jack to squint from the sudden brilliance. A tall woman with chin length,
corn silk hair opened the door. The nipples of her full, round breasts strained against
the thin fabric of her white, lace blouse.
“Sir, yes, sir. May this girl help Master, sir?” she said, smiling, showing
perfect white teeth behind full ruby lips.
Jack tried to manage a smile despite his shivering. “My name is Sub-Director Jack
Hanover. I am supposed to meet Director Hansen here,” Jack introduced himself. “I
believe he’s expecting me.”
“Sir, yes, sir. Please come in, sir,” she said, stepping back to let Jack enter.
“Sir, let this girl have your wet things and this girl will have them tended to, sir.”
Another woman in a maid’s uniform reached for Jack’s helmet and pannier liners
taking them away. Jack struggled out of his leather jacket rain plastered to his body.
“Priscilla! Priscilla! Don’t just stand there ogling. Bring me a robe this minute,
girl!” the blonde woman snapped in a no nonsense voice of authority.
Turning to Jack, she smiled sweetly, “Sir, let this girl help Master with the
riding boots, sir,” pivoting to reach between her legs for Jack’s boot. Her short skirt
displayed her bare thighs above the sheer black stockings held in place by a matching
garter belt.
Jack pulled. She tugged. Finally, the suction released the boot came off pouring
a puddle of rainwater on the green marble floor.
“I left a bit of a mess for you,” Jack remarked apologetically.
“Sir, no worries, sir, this girl will see to it,” the blonde smiled over her
shoulder as she bent down again.
Priscilla arrived with a thick, terrycloth, green robe.
“Well, don’t just stand there, give it to the Master, girl,” the blonde barked.
“Take his boots and give them to Catrina. Tell her to treat them well. The Master
doesn’t want to put his feet in stiff boots. Tell April to take his things upstairs to
the Blue Room. Move before I take the whip to your ass!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Priscilla murmured, eyes down cast, handing Jack the robe. She took
the boots and scampered away.
“Sir, this girl apologizes. She is a new girl and is still learning, sir.”
“I understand,” Jack replied.
“Sir, there is a lavatory, the second door on the left, sir. This girl will tend
your trousers then, sir.”
In the lavatory, Jack peeled off the soaked leather trousers and stood there
running cold then warm water over his stinging, throbbing hands working his fingers. It
felt good. It also made him more aware how chilled the rest of him still was. He wanted
a hot shower.
Opening the door, trousers in hand, he stepped out to see the blonde entering from
a cross hall. She approached him, her black, high-heeled, ankle-strap pumps clicking
lightly on the marble floor.
“Here are the trousers. What are the chances for a hot shower?” he asked, holding
them out to her.
“Sir, the room girl, Judi, has been instructed, sir. She will tend to Master’s
wishes, sir,” she smiled. “Sir, if she does not please you, please tell this girl, sir.”
“You’re First-Girl then?” Jack surmised wanting to certify his recognition of her
position within the household.
“Sir, oh, yes, sir, First-Girl, sir” she smiled broadly, pleased with the
recognition.
“You handle things very well, First-Girl.”
“Sir, this girl thanks Master, sir,” she curtsied, giggling. “Sir, please follow
this girl, sir.”
* * *
Jack followed First-Girl up the carved wooden staircase to a large bedroom at the
end of the hallway. Judi, nude except for a white thong, was unpacking and hanging up his
clothes in the wardrobe as they entered the bedroom.
“Judi,” First-Girl called for her attention.
Judi stopped and turned toward them, her hands at her sides, head lowered. “Yes,
Mistress.”
“This is Sub-Director Hanover,” she introduced Jack.
Judi smiled and curtsied. “Sir, this slave’s honored to meet the Master, sir.”
“Serve him well, girl,” First-Girl instructed the woman. “Sir, if something is
wanted, tell her. She is at your disposal. Use her as you see fit, sir.” Turning back to
Judi, she asked, “Is the Master’s bath prepared?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she responded and padded hurriedly across the room on bare feet to
the bathroom.
“If you find her displeasing, let me know, sir.”
Jack gave an obligatory nod.
Jacqueline, a dark-haired, slender woman with large, brown eyes, appeared at the
door carrying a full coffee service.
“Put it on the table, Jacqueline,” First-Girl told the young woman also wearing a
maid’s uniform.
Jacqueline set the service on the table, curtsied her head bowed to her mistress,
and left.
“Sir, we wish the Master a pleasant stay, sir” said First-Girl, closing the door
behind her.
Jack sat in the ornately carved oak chair beside the table. Eyes closed, he
cautiously sipped the steaming coffee savoring the warmth as it began to inwardly thaw
him.
“Sir, your bath is ready, sir,” Judi said returning to stand before Jack.
Jack looked up to see that she was fully naked having removed her thong. He let
his eyes move slowly over her body. Long, pink nipples centered in wide, pink areolas
tipped her creamy, watermelon-shaped breasts. Her belly curved gently down past her pussy
slit disappearing between lyre-shaped thighs tapering past well-shaped calves to trim
ankles. Jack motioned for her to turn around.
Judi turned.
Jack smiled at her wide hips and full buttocks that emerged from a narrow waist.
He felt the effect of her.
“Come here and suck me!”
Judi dropped to her knees before him. She took Jack’s already stiff cock in her
hand. Stroking it up and down, she rubbed the tip slowly across her lips tasting it and
breathing in the heady man scent. She sucked in the head, swirled and flicked it with her
tongue. Jack moaned as he felt the warm, soft wetness of her mouth engulf him. Sucking
harder until her cheeks were hollow, she pulled it out just as slowly so that it popped.
She cupped and stroked his balls as she sucked his cock in deeper. Twirling her tongue
around the velvety hard shaft, she felt it grow even larger as she pushed it further into
her mouth. In counterpoint, she bobbed her head up and down while sliding her hand up and
down his cock in time with her mouth. Sucking noises and Jack’s moans of pleasure filled
the room. Jack moaned in ecstasy. Judi’s head bobbed faster. Her tongue lapped and
twirled hungrily. Feeling Jack’s tremors, she lowered her head further until his cock
pushed against the back of her throat. She sucked harder. Jack exploded. She swallowed
and slowly licked his cock and balls in caressing, long strokes.
“Sir, the Master has been away a long time on the Frontier, sir”
Jack chuckled, weakly. “That I have, that I have.”
“Sir, that is not good, Master.”
“No, it is not,” Jack agreed. “Lay up here, girl. On your back.”
Judi rocked herself to her feet and laid across Jack’s lap her hands and feet
touching the floor offering her lolling, full breasts and pussy to him for his pleasure
and amusement. She purred and moaned as Jack massaged and squeezed her breasts tweaking
her nipples causing them to harden more and ache in their need.
Jack pushed her thighs apart to fondle her wet, slippery lips. Judi moaned loudly
feeling herself parted, pushing her hips up to him. He entered her first with one, then
two fingers to stroke her G-spot while toying with her swollen clitoris with his thumb.
Judi climaxed once, twice, her body shuddering.
* * *
Immersed in the large, sunken, green marble tub, Jack let the warm water waft over
him as he half-floated allowing it to destroy the penetrating cold that had turned his
body into a thousand aching needle points. Absently, he watched Judi putter around the
bath selecting fresh towels, setting out fresh, small bars of soap, etc. While large, her
breasts were firm and moved nicely as they jounced and swayed. Her buttocks rose and fell
pressing against each other as she padded around on half tip-toes.
Jack called to Judi, “Come here, slut.”
Judi padded quickly to Jack her breasts bouncing invitingly.
“Get in.”
“Sir, this girl can’t, sir. We’re not allowed, sir,” Judi informed softly.
“My choice. Get in.”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
Judi cautiously tested the water with her toe. Satisfied, Judi lowered herself,
squatting her knees together, and slid down into the pool tub.
Jack pulled her to him flattening her breasts against his chest. His hands cupped
and pinched her buttocks while he kissed her deeply. Her tongue teased his. She moaned.
Her hips ground needfully against him.
“Horny, needy little slut, aren’t you?”
Judi blushed crimson nodding slowly.
Jack chuckled to himself. He turned her around and laid Judi over the edge of the
tub so her hips were upthrust. He kneed her thighs apart and spread her buttocks.
Thrusting his hips forward he steadily pushed his stiff cock against her anus.
Judi half-shrieked, half-moaned, “S-sir, n-noooo! Please, Sir! Not there. Please,
sir,” Judi pleaded. Her hips pinned against the tub wall jerked then quieted feeling her
body accept him.
Jack, his fingers buried deep in her hips, held her tight. His hard thrusts
flattened her buttocks as he felt her tightness engulf him. Reaching up with one hand, he
twined his fingers in her short, blonde hair to pull her up and back against him to kiss
her deeply, hungrily, and pinch her breasts and turgid nipples.
The water turned to white froth then quieted as they slid down still entwined into
the primordial water.
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