The Maid For Service Bundle by Nadia Nightside

elbow-length yellow opera gloves. They felt amazing, so soft on my tits as she tugged and pulled gently at my outfit.
    “You look so . Fucking. Hot . In this, Claudette. You really, really do.”
    Her lips slid up to my neck. Stoically, I allowed her to, my cunt squirming.
    My one rule left was that I wouldn’t partake in any affection, any delivering of any sort of kissing or touching, unless I was explicitly told to do so. But she was making it very, very hard to follow this rule of mine.
    I think she could sense it, to tell you the truth. I think she was trying to play a game of erotic chicken with me
    “You shall do something for me,” she whispered in my ear.
    “Yes, ma’am?”
    I was a little drunk at this point. Her lingerie felt so good, so light. Every movement was so supported. My breasts looked fantastic—at this point I was happily calling them my tits.
    My big tits. My huge tits. My big man-pleasing titties. My lady-melting boobies. They were just fucking great.
    She ran her fingers up my body, admiring me openly.
    “I want you,” she said, “to lick my pussy.”
    There were many ways to interpret this. But of course the way I did was that it was a direct order from my employer, and that if I refused, I would no longer have the job that I needed.
    So of course, I had to give in, and said, “Yes. Oh, god, yes!”
    I sank to my knees and tore her panties off.
    The area around her pussy was shaved and waxed. It looked almost shiny. I sank my head into it gleefully. Very soon, my tongue was slipping up through the velvety folds of her labia, swallowing her sweet, tangy juices.
    “That’s right,” Lilah moaned. “That’s so good. Keep going.”
    Obedient and servile, I continued my practice. I had been reading up on the internet, just as I had with blowjobs, in preparation. Tongue searching from one end to the next, I finally found the nub of her clit. All my attention focused on that from then on, licking softly, driving Lilah crazy. “Oh my god,” she moaned.
    “Oh, good girl! Oh, my good girl!”
    I licked harder. My tongue swirled around her clit in small circles. She seemed to like that most of all. Again and again I spiraled around her clit, just as my morals were spiraling down, just as my will was spiraling away, just as all my lust was spiraling upward and upward. Beneath me, Lilah was making more and more excited squeaks.
    “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—I’m gonna cummm—”
    Hips twisting upward, my tongue licking furiously, she came, her legs squeezing hard on my head.
    “Oh my,” she moaned, stroking my hair. “What a good, good girl you are. I’m just going to have to show you how good I can be, too.”
    I didn’t understand at first...and then she pushed me back on the huge bed and dropped between my legs.
    She showed me, all right.
    * * * * *
    T he night I first licked Lilah and she licked me, I slept in her bed. When I woke up in the morning, she had already laid out a new outfit for me.
    She was, despite her drinking, an early riser, and had already showered. Only a small towel covered her lovely, tanned body when she kissed me awake.
    “Oh,” I shook my head. “I wish you had gotten me up. I would have...”
    I was about to say how I would have gladly cleaned Lilah myself. Rubbed our soapy, wet bodies together, maybe let her corner me in the shower once more and have her order me to lick her again. But that was too much of an allowance—it would have definitely been breaking my rule.
    “Would have what?” she asked, smiling.
    There could be no doubt, she knew exactly what was on my mind.
    I shook my head, though. “Nothing. Nevermind.”
    “You can use my shower,” she slipped on the bed, kissing me again until I was more awake. “I don’t want you to have to leave and then come back, all right?”
    Of course I obeyed. Twenty minutes later, I was out of the shower and drying myself off. Lilah was in front of her enormous wardrobe, brushing her hair, admiring her