CHAPTER 9 SORORITY MAID
I was awaken on Sunday morning, the day after Halloween day, by Marsha. The sun was barely coming in through the bedroom window, so I guessed it was 8:00 am. Cindy was still lying on top of me; my flaccid cock nestled tightly in her cunt.
Marsha gently rolled Cindy off of me and then prodded me in the ribs. Her finger hit one of the many bruises on my torso, and so she got my immediate attention. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty", Marsh said quietly so as not to awaken Cindy. "Time for you to get to work."
Marsha pulled me from the warm bed and guided me to the shower. Pushing me into the stall, she turned the water on. She made sure it was adjusted to the coldest setting. As the cold water stung my bruised and beaten body, it helped numb the residual pain. After a few minutes of the bone chilling water, I was shivering and shaking.
Just when I thought that I could stand the cold no longer, Marsha reached in and adjusted the temperature to a soothing warm deluge. When she had adjusted the water to her liking, she stepped into the shower with me.
Letting the water cascade down her head, Marsha arched her back and offered me her large round tits. I needed no additional directive, and immediately placed my mouth around the big brown aureoles. As I softly suckled upon her nipples, Marsha let forth a throaty moan.
After a few minutes of administration to her breast, Marsha reached out and grabbed me by the hair. Using her grip on my head, she forced me to my knees. Once kneeling, she guided my mouth up between her legs.
Marsha lifted one leg up and rested it on the edge of the tub; thereby providing me unrestricted access to her cunt. In spite of my innate dislike of this girl, I knew better than to resist. Instead, I choose to make the ordeal as painless and as quick as possible.
Snaking my tongue up into her cunt, I used my tongue like a small cock and fucked her. As I thrust my tongue deeply into her pussy, I arched the tip up against the top of her vagina.
My oral efforts were soon rewarded, as I felt her body begin to shake. Sensing the burgeoning climax, I moved my tongue to her clit. Using the tip of my tongue like a paddle, I thrashed her tiny nub.
When Marsha came, she yielded the vast copious quantity of quim that I had learned to expect. As the tepid tart cum filled my mouth, I drank it down. Marsha held my mouth tightly to her cunt as she pumped her excrement into me.
With her orgasm completed, Marsha paused to let the warm shower water wash over her. She moved her head slowly back and forth as the water cascaded off her shoulders and down her breasts. Still she held my mouth tightly to her cunt. Then it came...what I had expected, but that which I most dread.
The sour taste of her piss filled my mouth as she released her bladder. I attempted to let the tainted fluid pass through my mouth and down my chest, something that I had done with success in the past. However, this time Marsha seemed to sense what I was doing.
Using both hands, Marsha pulled my head tightly into her crotch. "Bitch! Drink it! Fucking drink it!" she snarled. Fighting for breath, my nose pressed tightly against her stomach, I was forced to swallow.
I gagged and fought to pull my head away. Even as I struggled, Marsha reached down and grabbed one of my torn, raw nipples. Digging her long nails into my ragged nipple, she forced me to obey her commands.
Thankfully, the amount of piss in her bladder was minimal. I held my breath and swallowed the mouthful of golden liquid in one large gulp. "Ah...good boy, that's just how I like it," Marsha said smiling. Giving me a pat on the check, she said "Now stay in here another five minutes and wash that stink off you." Marsha stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself. As I knelt there, I quietly attempted to spit the taste of her out of my mouth.
As I was spitting her putrid piss from my mouth, Marsha opened the shower current and reached in. For a moment, I thought that she might have seen me spitting and that she was about to punish me. Instead, she just stared at me...as if thinking. Then she smiled and turned the water temperature back to the coldest setting. "Be in my bedroom in five minutes," she said.
Again the initial feeling of the cold water on my battered body felt good, at least for the first minute or two. But by the time that five minutes had expired, I was again shaking and shivering. Turning off the water, I stumbled out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and quickly wiped the majority of the water from my body. Then, water still dripping from my hair, I ran to Marsha's bedroom.
Marsha was lounging on her bed, her naked body spread across the tousled sheets. As I trotted into the room, I came to a lunging halt at the sight of her.
Marsha was relined on her back, her knees bent and drawn up toward her waist. Her right hand was buried in her cunt and her left hand was playing with her breast. Her damp hair draped across the pillows.
"Just on time. Too bad, I was looking forward to beating that cute ass of yours again," she said. "It's getting late. You had better get dressed." With that, Marsha nodded toward the clothes spread out near the foot of the bed.
My heart sank. The clothes were clearly female. It looked like I was to spend another weekend playing maid to the girls. I had hoped that this being my birthday weekend, and after the torture I had endured at the sorority house that I might get a break. Now, it seemed that I would have no such luck.
As I reached down to pick up the clothes, I noted that they were a bit different from the regular maid outfits that I was usually forced to wear. Whereas the usual outfits consisted of bras, panties, nylons and some type of dress that fitted me, these clothes were significantly different.
To begin with, the primary piece of clothing was a one-piece body corselet. The corset was heavy lycra with lace highlights. The bra portion was massive, easily designed for a DD cup. The lower half was skirt-like, with attached garters. The garment looked very used.
Besides the body corselet, there were a pair of panties and a pair of nylons. These items I recognized as mine, having been purchased with the girls at a used clothing store. Lastly, lying to one side, as if an after thought was the heavy steel dildo that had been forced up my ass from the night before.
"Quit wasting time and get dressed, darling," Marsha said. I looked at her, trying to hide the hatred that I felt. Smiling at me, as she fingered her clit, she said, "Better hurry, we still need time for your make-up."
