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Six years ago, when Jenn was just twenty, she embarked on a life changing course which she's kept secret ever since. She wasn't ashamed of the life she briefly lived, she just didn't think anyone would understand, least of all her boyfriend. Her past was her past, and she'd not thought of that part of it in years. She hadn't thought about it until she bumped into Sherrie in the supermarket a couple days ago. Then it all came rushing backÉ Jenn had been fighting with her mother and stepfather for weeks. She'd just dropped out of college and was having trouble finding something fulltime that paid a living wage. Her mother was really putting the pressure on and Jenn felt like she was just about out of options when her friend Sue showed her an ad posted on her college's bulletin board. Couple with teenage son seeks girl for special domestic situation. Live-in position. Excellent Compensation. Please call Sherrie, 555-6237. "That isn't very specific. I don't think I want to be a maid." Jenn said. "But it sounds like it could solve all your problems at once. If I were you, I'd at least check it out." Sue argued. Jenn didn't feel up to fighting and she was feeling just a little desperate, so she borrowed Sue's phone and dialed the number on the flyer. An older-sounding woman answered and after assuring Jenn that it wasn't a maid position set an appointment to meet the next day. That morning Jenn's mother was riding her worse than usual, telling her how lazy she was. She didn't even let Jenn get out the fact that she had a job interview. The fight left Jenn resolved that unless it sounded unbearable she would take the job and get out of her mother's house. Jenn picked a navy suit, decided she looked presentable enough and got herself going. The address was on the edge of the suburbs. The area was heavily wooded and most of the developments were fairly new. The house Jenn was seeking, however, was not part of a development. With a little bit of assistance she finally found the house, if saying "house" was accurate. Her first view of it was a pair of high black wrought iron gates between stone columns. There was a small intercom unit set into the left column and Jenn had to announce herself, and then someone opened the gates. The gravel driveway was long and tree lined so that Jenn couldn't see the house until it was revealed at the top. The driveway opened onto a gravel circle in front of the of the most exquisite homes Jenn had ever seen. It was large and imposing and sort of reminded her of an English country home, but with modern accents. There was a main building, four stories high, and two wings to the sides. The entire piece of land was obviously huge. There were no cars parked out front, but down a side drive, Jenn spied a large garage. Not sure where to leave her car, Jenn parked on the far side of the circle. Her heels crunched gravel as she walked to the large, ebony door. A push button sounded a melodious doorbell. A matronly woman in a gray uniform answered the door. "Madam?" The woman said. "My name is Jennifer Simmons, I'm here for an interview." "Of course. Right this way." Jenn wondered if the woman was always so icy, or if it was just her. The woman showed Jenn through the huge, ornately, tastefully furnished house to a sunroom in the left wing. There were plants everywhere and Jenn actually had a little trouble finding somewhere to sit. Jenn was only alone a couple minutes before the lady of the house joined her. Sherrie Norman was a tall woman. Her strawberry blond hair framed a pretty face, barely touched by age. Jenn guessed she had to be somewhere around forty, if she had a teenage son, but Sherrie could have been anywhere from twenty-five to forty-five. Jenn could only hope to hold up as well. The trim woman was dressed in a pale pink blouse and black slacks that served to show off the efforts she made to keep her shape. The woman extended a hand to Jenn, who stood and took it. Jenn was not surprised to find Sherrie's fingers covered with gold and gems. "You must be Jennifer," Sherrie Norman said. "My name is Sherrie Norman. Feel free to call me Sherrie." "Please, call me Jenn. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sherrie. I have to be honest with you. I really don't have any experience in this field." Jenn said. "That may not be a problem, Jennifer, everyone needs to start somewhere." Sherrie said. Jenn found the woman very easy to talk to and the morning slipped into the afternoon. Sherrie explained that the job was really mostly supervisory. There were a couple maids who did most of the cooking and laundry and cleaning. Sherrie lived in the house with her husband Holden. Their seventeen-year-old son Franklin was away at school most of the time. Jenn would only be responsible for those things when the other help was off. Sherrie said they did a lot of entertaining and what she was really looking for was someone who could organize the parties and keep the household running. Jenn was not sure she was up to the task, but Sherrie assured her that she was just what she's been looking for. In the end, Sherrie convinced Jenn to give it a try. The salary was $450 a week under the table. Jenn would be expected to wear a black skirt and white blouse as her uniform while on duty. There was something that Jenn found a little unsettling, something about the way Sherrie was looking at her, but Jenn could not put her finger on it. With everything settled, Jenn left the mansion to pack. Sherrie said a couple of the groundskeepers would be over at 8am Saturday with a truck to help her move. Jenn tried to avoid her mother the best she could for the next couple days and only informed her she was leaving when the truck with two burly Hispanics arrived. Jenn didn't have many possessions and so it didn't take long for her to be packed and away. In fact, Jenn didn't even have her own car and had to squeeze between the sweaty men in the cab of the truck. Although she was put off by the way they were leering at her, she had little choice. Jenn's room was on the third floor of the main house, at the end of a hallway. There were several guestrooms on that floor, which were constantly maintained. Jenn's room was rather large, larger than the one at her mother's house, with a beautiful four poster bed, matching bookshelves and armoire. When all of her stuff was stowed away Jenn collapsed on her bed in her cutoffs and tank top and nodded off. A gentle wrap on the door awakened her. "Come in," Jenn called to whoever it was. Sherrie came in, wearing a sarong over a one-piece swimsuit and a broad hat. Again Jenn thought just how beautiful the woman was. Jenn was suddenly very conscious of what a mess she must look. "I just wanted to tell you that you can use the pool to cool off, if you'd like. I know it's not all that warm outside, but the pool is heated." Sherrie said. Jenn rolled off her bed and Sherrie's eyes roamed Jenn's body, noting the way the tank top clung to the girl's small breasts, the cutoffs hugged her tight little ass. Sherrie did not attempt to hide her appraisal of the girl and Jenn almost blushed. Jenn told herself she made to be mistaken. "Uh, thanks, I think I'll take you up on that." Jenn said. "Excellent, I'm sure I'll be seeing you later. We're having a light dinner on the patio, I hope you can join us. Holden is looking forward to meeting you." Jenn had to dig to find a swimsuit. She hadn't expected to be using one anytime soon. The only one she could find was a black bikini she hadn't worn in ages. It still fit well, except for the fact that since Jenn had started on the pill her breasts had swelled to large b-cups and they strained at the top. She checked herself out in the mirror. Jenn was a very pretty girl, petite, only 5'3" and very thin, with deep brown eyes, and a short light brown bob that complimented her ivory skin. She had a cute, upturned nose and thin lips. Jenn turned and made sure the bikini covered everything. I can still turn heads, she told herself. Not only was the pool heated, it was enclosed by sliding glass wall and ceiling panels, of which several had been left open to let the cool air blow in. There was also a small pool house where Jenn found a big, fluffy towel, which she tossed onto a chaise when she dived into the pool. The slightly warmed water relaxed her and Jenn floated for a while before settling into a series of fast laps across the large pool. Jenn was floating again when an intercom in the pool area sounded with Sherrie's voice, "Jennifer, dinner is about ready, please join us on the patio." When Jenn got out to dry off, she found someone had brought her a very short, thin white kimono. Jenn supposed she should have something to cover her for dinner, but this barely did the job, falling just below her ass and so thin it practically clung to her wet suit. She decided she had to go up to change when the intercom sounded again, "Jennifer please do not delay, our drinks will get warm while our food gets cold." Jenn had no recourse but to go directly to the patio. She didn't want to anger her new employers so soon. The sun had just set and the path to the patio was discretely lit. The patio itself glowed with the flickering light of several tall tiki torches. Lite jazz floated softly from the patio as well, generated by an obscenely expensive sound system. The maid was just going back into the house when Jenn arrived. Sherrie was still in her swimsuit and sarong. As soon as she saw Jenn, she stood up. "Jennifer, I'd like to introduce you to my husband, Holden." Sherrie said. "My wife has told me a lot about you, it's a pleasure to meet you." Holden said. He was a tall man, very broad at the shoulders, his razor cut hair graying at the temples. He was clearly at least ten years older than his wife was, but strikingly handsome, with eyes the pale blue of fresh mountain meltwater. He was dressed in a simple terrycloth robe. Jenn was instantly captivated by him and found herself at a loss for words. "It's nice to meet you, sir." Jenn finally said. "I hope you're settling in well, Jennifer. Let us know if there's anything that you need to be more comfortable. We'd like you to think of this as your home as well." "Everything's great, thank you. Your house is amazing, I love it here." Jenn said. "Here, let me pour you some wine," Sherrie said, reaching across the table to fill Jenn's glass. The wine was excellent, going down smooth and warm. There was a platter of roasted meats, as well as large bowls of salads. There was an amazing amount of food for three people. Both Sherrie and Holden encouraged Jenn to eat more, but she had to demur. She did, however, drink several glasses of wine, leaving her a little tipsy. It warmed her insides, which caused her to shiver against the increasingly chilly air. Goose flesh rose on her skin and her taut nipples showed plainly through her bikini top and the thin kimono which clung, nearly transparent to the wet fabric. Jenn tried to cover her breasts, but that only made her nipples stiffer. They'd always been extremely sensitive. They hadn't escaped Sherrie or Holden's attention either and Jenn found the couple seemed to be looking her over as if they were shopping for a painting; Holden examining her pretty face and breasts, Sherrie concentrating where the short robe barely touched her thighs. At one point, Jenn's eyes met Holden's and she bit her lip, catching her breath. The couple's attention made her tingle and uncomfortable at the same time. It had grown late and Jenn was a little unsteady on her feet when she got up to excuse herself. She tried to decline when Holden said he would escort her back to her room, but he was insistent. He slipped an arm around her shoulder and held her close to him while walking her back to her room. At her door, Holden gave her a strong hug, his lips brushing her ear when he said, "I'm so glad you've come to stay with us." Jenn felt she could have melted into his arms and stumbled a bit when he let her go. Jenn stripped out of her kimono and bikini took a hot shower to rinse the chill from her bones. The stress of the long day seemed to wash down the drain with the steaming water. She combed her hair back and slipped into a short white cotton nightgown and pulled back her sheets. She went to the window to draw her curtains and saw she had a perfect view of the patio. Sherrie and Holden were still out there, huddled together conspiratorially, talking, and Jenn could have sworn they glanced up at her window once. They laughed and drank, but their conversation did not last terribly long. There were other things on their minds. Holden kissed his wife at length while she pulled open his robe. Jenn was moderately surprised to find he'd been nude under it then entire evening. Jenn couldn't tell exactly what they were doing, but Sherrie's hands were awfully busy in her husband's lap. Sherrie bent over the chaise Holden was laying on, taking him in her mouth. Holden ran a hand through her hair while pulling her swimsuit straps from her shoulders. All the while Jenn watched from her window, dumbstruck. Sherrie stood and Holden peeled her swimsuit down her exquisite body, kissing the flesh as it was bared. Her large c-cup breasts stood out firmly from her chest and quivered when Holden caught her ruby red nipples in his mouth. When he lingered too long, Sherrie pushed him further down and he kissed her bellybutton while she stepped out of her swimsuit. Holden slipped her leg over his shoulder and deeply kissed his wife's pussy. She arched her back, gripping Holden's head, as he sucked and licked her. He held her by her ass and it appeared he was helping her stay on her feet. Jenn licked her lips, wetting them. She'd started touching herself without realizing it, running her hands over her breasts, tweaking her own nipples through the soft cotton. Her hand dipped below the hem of her nightgown, stroking her finely trimmed pussy. Her fingers nudged between the damp lips and Jenn moaned softly. Sherrie pushed Holden back onto the chaise, straddling him. She rose up slipping him into her, then slowly slid down until he was fully buried in her. He caressed her pale, moonlit skin and Sherrie's eyes were closed while she gyrated her hips, grinding down. She braced her feet on either side of the chaise and began riding Holden's cock. Her breath fogging the cold windowpane, Jenn rubbed her pussy more rapidly, holding her nightgown above her waist. She breathed harder and her pussy soaked her fingers. She tickled her clit while her fingertips rubbed between her lips. Jenn sagged against the window frame, her eyes still transfixed on the scene below. Holden thrust upward into Sherrie as she came crashing down on him. Her hands clasped his and she cried out louder and louder into the night, feeling her release close. It was only out of the corner of her eye that she saw the light in the third floor window, and Jenn's shadow in that. Knowing the girl was watching them, Sherrie suspected she'd chosen wisely, and the anticipation was all it took. Wailing, she came wildly, muscles clenching Holden, who calling out her name, burst inside her. Jenn came just as Sherrie and Holden were, her sharp cries quietly echoing in her room. Her tremors rushed through her, leaving the girl breathless. And then suddenly, with horror, Jenn saw both Holden and Sherrie glance in her direction and realized she must be backlit in the window. She pulled back quickly, rushing to extinguish her light. She crawled between her sheets, heart thumping in shame and excitement. Ê ~~~~~ The next few weeks passed quickly for Jenn. The events of her first night in the mansion were pushed to the back of her mind and neither Sherrie nor Holden ever mentioned seeing her in the window while they'd made love. Not that Holden was around much. Business kept him away most of the week and it was not unusual for he and Sherrie to go to their home in the mountains on weekends, leaving Jenn the run of the house. That first morning in the house, Jenn had opened her closet to find a week's worth of uniforms hanging there. The skirts were short and tight, with a small slit, the white blouses snug and somewhat sheer. Jenn could only guess they were meant to be worn with the uniform and assumed Sherrie or Holden must be something of a control freak to dictate her uniform down to the under garments. Learning all the ins and outs of her job was a challenge for Jenn, but it was fulfilling and she found she didn't mind the few domestic tasks she had to perform. Something about the way Sherrie was around her left Jenn uneasy, but she still couldn't put her finger on anything and Jenn decided it must be her. Since the mansion was so far out in the country, Jenn found her social life dwindling. Her friends didn't really want to drive out there and Jenn, finding more and more things to do around the property, was becoming something of a homebody. In the evenings, sometimes, if Holden was away on business, she would watch a video with Sherrie. Jenn also found the mansion's library inexhaustible. The gym was fully equipped, and Jenn swam nearly daily. There was even a tanning bed, although she stayed away from that, as she burned rather easily. Only at night, when she was in bed, that the loneliness sometimes hit Jenn. It's had been sometime since she'd been out on date. Jenn was a very sensual person and she missed being touched, caressed, kissed. Sometimes, she'd touch herself, pulling off her nightgown, she'd suck her fingers, then roll her stiff little nipples between them, or let her hands roam between her legs. She'd breathe deeply, her pulse would quicken. More than once, she pulled out her toy, and a mechanic hum would join her soft mewling sounds. Jenn would cum, but she still wouldn't feel complete, not quite. Ê ~~~~~ Ê It was a Friday evening, Jenn was just wrapping up the household accounts when Sherrie buzzed her to the study. She closed the books, returned them to her desk drawer, and locked them up. Sherrie was sitting in a wing chair by the fireplace, a snifter of brandy in her hand. She told Jenn to pour herself on and join her. Jenn took a seat across from the older woman. "Holden will be away this weekend, his business is taking longer than he thought. I'd like you to join me for dinner, if you don't have other plans." Of course Jenn didn't. "Sure, that would be great. Let me run upstairs and change, I'll be right back." "Well, I wasn't going to change, Jennifer. I only got back from the city a little while ago." Actually, Sherrie did look dressed up. She was wearing an attractive black and white suit and Jenn would have felt under dressed in her sweats. Of course she didn't understand why Sherrie wouldn't want to get into something more comfortable. "I had Margaret prepare something before she left." Dinner was waiting in small dining room, two place settings of fine china, candlelight, a bottle of fine wine open and chilled. The food was excellent and Jenn found the company quite enjoyable too. Sherrie said she felt young and free, that it had been a long time since she'd really had any kind of "girl's night." After dinner, they retired to the media room to watch something from the video library. Jenn said she really didn't care what they watched and settled into the deep cushioned, comfy couch, kicking off her heels. Sherrie slipped a disk into the videodisk player, dimmed the lights and settled into next to Jenn, her feet tucked beneath her. It was a movie Jenn had seen before, something called The Hunger. The movie was kind of weird and Jenn a little tipsy, so she had some trouble following the plot. It was some kind of vampire movie. Catherine Deneuve played an ageless vampire who was jettisoning her lover, played by David Bowie, and was focusing on someone new, Susan Sarandon. The scene where Miriam, Deneuve's character, seduced Sarah, Sarandon's character was pretty hot. Jenn felt a blush rise to her skin and she was suddenly very aware of the way Sherrie had been looking at her, and talking to her all night. Even in the dim light, Sherrie's eyes seemed to trace the lines of Jenn lace demi-bra through her blouse. It suddenly occurred to Jenn that Sherrie's choice of movie was intentional. Jenn was about to excuse herself when Sherrie leaned over and kissed her. The kiss lingered and Jenn closed her eyes, initially responding, before sense overtook her and she pulled away. The girl stood quickly from the couch. "I, uh, think I should get up to bed. It's been a long day." Sherrie reached out, took Jenn's hand. "I really wish you wouldn't." "I don't think I should." Jenn was trembling. Sherrie stood and took Jenn's other hand, standing very close to her. "I want you to stay. Actually, I must insist on it." Sherrie being so insistent, in effect ordering her to stay, touched something inside Jenn and she closed her eyes. This time when Sherrie kissed Jenn, she opened her mouth and kissed her employer, her mistress, holding nothing back. Jenn's trembling didn't cease, but her body began reacting in other ways. In fact, this was not the first time she'd been with a woman. When Jenn was with her last boyfriend, James, they'd gone through an experimental phase where they'd tried many things, among them, Jenn had been with another woman. It was also during that time that Jenn had discovered she was not only a primarily passive lover, but that she was a very submissive lover. Somehow, Sherrie had hit that right on the head. Sherrie unbuttoned Jenn's blouse and the girl helped her pulled off and laid in on the couch. Sherrie covered Jenn's small breasts with her hands, kneading the firm flesh, feeling her nipples burrow into her palms. Jenn put her hands on Sherrie's hips, but mostly she just stood there, a little overwhelmed. Sherrie kissed down Jenn's neck, scooped her breasts from the ivory lace cups, and flicked her tongue at the stiff, pale pink nipples. Jenn sighed, sagging into Sherrie, rapidly losing herself in what the older woman was doing to her. Jenn was drawn out her revelry when Sherrie took her hands, put them on the front of her jacket. Jenn knew what Sherrie wanted and removed her suit, kissing the skin that she exposed. Sherrie wore a beautiful satin bodysuit beneath her clothes and Jenn ran her hands over the soft materiel, rolling Sherrie's thick nipples. Sherrie's deft fingers unhooked Jenn's bra, then pulled the zipper on her skirt while helping her back to the couch, leaving Jenn in tiny panties and black thigh highs. Sherrie knelt on the floor, between Jenn's outstretched legs and kissed her way up her stockings to their elastic tops, then sucked on the bare thighs above the fabric. Jenn squirmed, grabbed fistfuls of couch, whimpering constantly. Just as she thought Sherrie was going to kiss her soaked panties, the woman skipped up and sucked Jenn's breasts roughly, drawing her nipples out with nipping teeth. Jenn cried out Sherrie's name and tangled her fingers in her strawberry blond mane. Having her breasts teased was Jenn's favourite thing, if Sherrie played her cards right, she could even make the girl cum this way. And Sherrie seemed the know exactly how the work the girl's body. Jenn was right on the verge of cumming, when Sherrie backed away. Jenn gazed up at her, breathing heavy, her face a question. "Do you want more, Jennifer?" Sherrie asked. "Yes, please, Sherrie." Jenn moaned. "No," Sherrie said, with the hint of a smile. Jenn looked really confused, and frustrated, now. "Call me Mistress." "M-m-mistress?" "Yes, Jennifer, from now on you will refer to me as your mistress." Sherrie saw the acquiescence in Jenn's eyes and now she smiled. "Please, Mistress." Jenn whispered. "And you'll do whatever I ask?" "Yes, Mistress, anything, just please don't stop." Jenn begged. Sherrie's smile widened, as she knew her domination of the girl was complete. "it's my pleasure, Jennifer, you have the most delicious little body. I've been admiring it since you came here, but I'm sure you've noticed." Satisfied, Sherrie rolled Jenn's panties down her legs and spread her glistening pussy wide open. She locked her lips to Jenn's, tongue flicking inside, plucking at her clit like a hummingbird's beak seeking nectar, while she reached up and pulled Jenn's tender nipples. The girl tried to close her thighs over Sherrie's head, tried to pull her tongue deeper. Sherrie couldn't believe how tight her new plaything was. She slipped first one, then a second finger into the girl and slowly moved them in and out. Jenn bucked her hips at the fingers trying to screw them deeper. Every fibre of Jenn's being burned. The words Sherrie had spoken, had made Jenn speak, only served to make Jenn burn for the woman more. It had been so long since she felt so completely alive. Sherrie was finally giving Jenn the human touched she'd been longing for. Sherrie was skilled with her tongue and fingers and that, with the added attention to Jenn's breasts meant that she could not hold out very long. Not that she had any desire too. Jenn's eyes were closed, but she saw brilliant colours. Her body stiffened, her fingers clenched, and quick, soft cries came from the back of her throat as Jenn came again and again. And Sherrie did not stop. She licked Jenn while the girl kept cumming and cumming. If was only when Jenn lay nearly exhausted that she stopped. Jenn finally opened her eyes and saw Sherrie looking down at her. Jenn flashed an embarrassed smile and said, "What?" Sherrie knitted her eyebrows and Jenn supposed their game wasn't over. "Yes, Mistress?" "You were wonderful, Jennifer, and now it's my turn. Have you ever made love to a woman before?" "Yes, Mistress," Jenn answered truthfully, although when she had, Jenn was mostly passive and hadn't done much back to Missy. "Once." "Really? Sometime you'll have to tell me all about it." Sherrie said. Sherrie stripped out of her bodysuit and lay back at the other end of the couch, her legs spread. Jenn looked over at her, hesitating, but she knew Sherrie was a forceful woman and wouldn't wait too long. She thought once again that Sherrie was a breathtakingly beautiful woman and she could see how Holden could easily still crave her. Jenn crawled across the couch and laid herself over Sherrie's naked body and kissed her. Jenn was a little uncomfortable being so aggressive, but, she told herself, she wasn't really. She was doing as she was told, and just that thought made Jenn's pussy tingle anew. The women's hands roamed each other's bodies while the kissed and Jenn had to admit that Sherrie was an excellent lover. She just hoped she could live up to her. Jenn cupped Sherrie's generous breasts and found the woman liked being handled much rougher than she did. Jenn kneaded the flesh harshly, pinching Sherrie's nipples tightly until her cries rang off the walls. Sherrie used her hands to urge Jenn lower, wanting to feel her tongue. Sherrie's clit stood thick from her lips, not the tiny bud that Jenn's was. Jenn attacked it with her tongue, while slipping three small fingers into her mistress's pussy. Sherrie pumped her pussy on Jenn's hand and pushed her head down so Jenn sucked her clit intently. Jenn sucked Sherrie's pussy like a nursing child, holding on best she could while the woman thrashed on the couch. "Jennifer, right there, right there. Don't stop, sweetie, don'tÉdon'tÉdammit, don't stop!!" Sherrie wailed. Juice ran down Sherrie's thighs, glazed Jenn's face, and finally Sherrie's dam broke. Jenn thought her mistress would rip her hair out, or that she's pass out from lack of oxygen, but Sherrie kept her down there, licking her pussy, until the woman's spasms subsided. Sherrie pulled Jenn up to her and kissed her deeply, licking her own juices from the girl's face. "That was wonderful, darling. With a little practice, I'm sure you'll be spectacular." "Thank you, so were you," Jenn sighed. Sherrie gave Jenn a sharp pat on the ass. "Don't slip now, Jennifer." Jenn was confused, then caught on. "I thought we were done with that." "Oh Jennifer, we've just begun with it." Sherrie chuckled. to be continued…
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