Beep... beep... BEEEEEEEEEP... The alarm clock went off as loud as hell's bells... Oh my God... how much I hated hearing this disgusting and disturbing noise. I punched the clock, shut it off and sat on my bed. I rubbed my eyes and stood there for a while trying to relax. My long dark brown hair was covering my face and naked breasts as I put aside my satin sheets and uncovered my naked body.
I always sleep naked because I relish very much the feeling of the satin sheet being wrapped around my naked body. I ran my hands through my hair and realized it was a mess, but I was feeling too lazy to take care of it. I looked around in search for something to put on when I noticed my silk Japanese kimono.
My daddy had bought it for my birthday and since the first time I tried it on, I hadn't found the chance to wear it again. It's green, with a golden dragon that covers the whole back, and barely ends in the middle of my thighs. So I put it on and tightened it around my waist using a yellow belt.
I walked out of my room, barefoot, and descended the stairs in order to go to the living room. I was in a rather moody disposition as I collapsed onto an old Victorian armchair; a masterpiece of my father's collection. While I was trying to figure what to do next, my maid came in with a feather-broom in her hands.
"Good morning Miss Christy. How are you? Did you sleep well?" she said.
"I have seen better days, Debbie" I replied in a rather disturbing tone.
"Why is that Miss Christy?"
"You are asking too many questions Debbie. Go on with your duties and stop pestering me for a while".
"I'm very sorry miss Christy, I shall bother you no more" she apologized.
I looked at her figure and my mind drifted back. I met her during my vacations on Santorini Island. I was walking along a short narrow alley, when I saw her crying. She was sitting on the stairs of an old house, staring down, with both hands on her head. She looked so devastated and fragile, and immediately I felt a pity for her. I asked her what was her problem and she said she was broke because someone had stolen her money. I asked her if she knew his identity and she replied, with tears in her eyes, that it was her girlfriend. She had stolen her purse, her papers...everything... and she had left the island the day before. I felt sorry for her and i immediately asked if she would like to work for me. I told her that I could hire her as my personal maid and I would pay the standard salary. Immediately she stopped her crying and looked at me with eyes full of joy and gratitude. Ever since, she has been living in my house, working as my personal maid and I can say this girl has developed a crush on me.
Debbie is a 5'8" tall, 25 years old girl of French origin. She has a very cute face, with adorable green eyes and a small mouth framed with a pair of delicious lips. Add to that a cascade of dark long hair and you get the picture. Her 34c breasts are firm and smooth as baby's skin and her figure is very athletic. You have to see her magnificent toned ass to understand what I mean. An ass so round and so perfect that could make a saint to renounce his vows. She is really awesome and every time she walks on the street, all people turn their heads and watch as she passes by .She really moves those luscious hips like a professional top model.
"Debbie get me my long pipe from the table and bring my cigarettes."
"Yes Miss Christy, here they are".
"Attach one cigarette in my pipe and light me."
"Certainly miss."
"Good... go on with your dusting the furniture."
"I will."
So i was sitting there, on my armchair, smoking my long pipe, watching her movements through my long half-closed eyelashes. She was dressed in a classic black maid outfit, with a white apron on the front, black fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels. She was very diligent in dusting the furniture, making sure to cover every surface within and beyond reach. The way she was stretching her body in order to dust the paintings or the way she was bending over just to check behind the sofa was truly amazing. My eyes were glued on her body like a snake's watching its prey. I wondered why I was getting aroused just by watching this girl attending her duties and couldn't find a logical explanation. Was it the rubbing of the silk fabric on my naked body? Could it be the blowing of cool air on my pussy while I was crossing and uncrossing my legs? Or the furtive glances she was giving me at moments she thought i wasn't watching her?
I was getting really wet and warm and couldn't stop thinking of what I could do to relieve the tension; a tension which was building up slowly, inexorably through my veins, putting on fire each and every nerve cell of my body; when all of sudden I got the right idea out of the blue.
"Debbie, why are you looking at my crotch? Have you not seen a female reproductive organ before?"
"Huh? Umm... come again Miss?"
"Let me put it simpler. I asked you if you have seen a pussy before."
"Oh yes Miss I certainly have" she answered nervously, while all colors of the rainbow sparkled on her face, one after another.
"So tell me exactly what attracts your attention on mine. As you see it's a very common one. There are millions of millions like mine out there."
"Umm... Miss Christy... you know... that... ummm... i... i..."
"Stop your mumbling and come over here. I need you to do something for me."
"Immediately Miss Christy."
"Listen I want you to dust and tickle my legs."
"What??? What do you mean Miss?"
"Are you stupid??? I told you, I want you to dust my legs. You are going to use the feather-broom on my legs. You will be moving slowly and gently, starting from my heels and then up to my knees and thighs. Also I need to feel the feathers on my toes."
"Oh yes Miss Christy I could do that" she replied with a big smile.
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"You will have to get on your knees and position yourself between my spread legs. Okay? I give you the chance to have a better look at my pussy so as to satisfy your lewd curiosity."
"I thank you so much Miss for presenting me with such a big opportunity to serve you out rightly."
"On your duties Debbie."
Debbie got on her knees, as she was ordered, and i spread willingly my legs apart, making room for her. I loosened my belt and i opened my kimono exposing my naked breasts. I stretched my right leg in a horizontal position and I told her that she could start from my right heel. Debbie immediately obeyed and she started brushing my heel with the feather-broom.
At first there was a peculiar itchy feeling all over my heel which made me feeling uncomfortable for a while. I wanted so much to scratch my heel with my fingernails but I resisted the temptation to do so. After a minute or so I started to enjoy the tickling on my heel... and what is more? I was experiencing new, amazing feelings, i had never felt before.
It seemed that there were nerves inside my body which connected my pussy with my heel. The tickling on my heel was traveling throughout my leg, ending inside my inner pussy folds. It was as if someone was touching my pussy nerves directly.
I took a long, deep drag from my long-pipe and I closed my eyes, trying to isolate my senses from anything else but the pulses which were constantly coming from my heel.
Debbie was working the feathers on me with great skill and expertise, pausing the right moments just to give an emphasis to a certain spot or persisting in rubbing the same spot, over and over again, thereby rendering it hypersensitive. She went on brushing my sensitive skin, tracing her way around my ankle and up. She tickled the back of my calf just by following the lines of my curve and then she used the wide side of the broom to give me a more intense tickling, by patting softly my skin as much as she could.
I let out a soft moan and immediately I cupped my breasts. I squeezed them hard making my nipples to protrude through the knuckles of my fingers. I bit my lower lip and i pinched my nipples using my thumbs and index fingers and then I dragged them away from my body. It hurt a lot but I had no other option as i wanted to be tantalized more. I always enjoy prolonging my arousal by not touching my most sensitive areas directly. This way, the surge of the impending orgasm grows in epic proportions and the feeling of relief afterwards is something to be longed, again and again.
So I had to abuse my nipples a lot in order not to touch my engorged clit, for if I did, i would orgasm in a fraction of a second. By that time Debbie was brushing through my inner thighs, using big strokes to pass the feathers from right to left thigh and touching in between my swollen puss lips.
I raised my legs up and positioned my hands under my knees and then I pulled them close to my chest. My pussy and asshole became exposed and my pussylips opened like rose petals; I could feel my juices flowing through my asshole on the chair's fabric.
"Mmmmmm... it's so smooth... so perfect" I muttered in a husky voice
"What a sweet torture... I should have thought about it long time before... "
"Ummm... Ughhh... Debbie please don't tease me... I... i can't... stand it anymore"
