When Trashy Met Classy
Day Two
She woke up the next day feeling horny as all hell.
She could have sworn that she hadn’t gone to bed naked but that morning when she awoke, she was naked again. She couldn’t help but slide a hand between her legs. She was wet, too. She was so very wet.
She wanted to stay where she was. She wanted to get herself off but she knew she couldn’t. She had to get up to take care of her mistress so reluctantly, she pulled her hand from between her legs.
The girl fondled her tits as she stood there and looked at her underwear. She could tell it was different from what she’d been wearing the day before, different but just as sexy and just as revealing. She quickly slipped the g-string on but again left the bra behind. Funny, she thought. There’d been a time when she’d been thinking about getting a boob job but now she was finding she just couldn’t get enough of them just the way they were now.
The black girl was already in the kitchen when Lizzie arrived. “Hullo, Lizzie,” she said. “Looks like we’re late again.”
Lizzie thought she was on time but she wasn’t about to argue. “Sorry, ma’am,” she said. “It won’t happen again.”
“That’s what you said yesterday.”
“I know. Sorry, ma’am.”
“Well, I suppose now that you’re here, you can fix me breakfast.”
“Yes, ma’am. Right away.”
As Lizzie prepared the breakfast, she couldn’t help but reflect on just how good it felt to obey. She’d never been one for doing what she was told but now, now it just felt so good and so right.
But Lizzie hardly had time to reflect on her sudden desire for obedience. There were chores that needed to be done. She cleaned up the dishes and set them to wash, hardly paying attention to what the dishwater was doing to her finely manicured hands.
Her mistress left to run some errands early in the afternoon. She took my car, Lizzie thought, but then she corrected herself. Not this week. This week, it was her mistress’s car and it was only right she should take it.
The chores were done and the young mistress still had not returned to the house. Lizzie was bored. She went back to her room. It was amazing, Lizzie thought, just how quickly and how easily she had come to think of these little cramped quarters as her room.
What she needed, she decided, was something to pass the time while her mistress was away. What she needed was something to keep her occupied.
It would have been nice she thought, if maybe there had been a few books around, something with which she could pass the time but almost as soon as she thought it, she rejected that thought. Books weren’t all that interesting. What she needed was something that was a little less passive.
She found herself gravitating to the nightstand and then she was opening up its drawer and there inside, she found what she was looking for, almost as if she’d known all along what she was going to find there. It was big and hard and sized just right to slide in between her legs.
The skirt of her sexy, little maid’s uniform barely covered her bottom so it meant her panties were within easy reach. Until this very day, the one-time heiress had never worn sexy underwear two days in a row but all that had changed when she had become the maid. What she was wearing today was a little, white number that revealed more than it concealed. Lizzie didn’t even bother bother taking it off. She just pulled the crotch to one side and she plunged the vibrator up between her legs.
Lizzie moaned. Fuck that felt good. She hadn’t realized just how wet she was until she’d slid the vibe between her legs. Damn, she was wet. She was so fucking wet.
Lizzie moaned again even as her one of her hands went to her tits. She moved the vibrator in and out of her cunt and she moaned again. Damn, this was making her hot.
She was going to cum. She knew she as going to cum. It was inevitable. She was going to cum so fucking hard.
Somehow, she managed to pull her tits out of her uniform. Her fingers worked her nipples even as the vibrator worked her pussy and she got even hotter. She was going to cum. She was going to cum so fucking hard.
She was right on the verge. She was right there. She was going to cum. She was going to cum so fucking hard.
Lizzie moaned as her pussy succumbed to the inevitable and in a moment, she was squirting her juices all over her vibrator and all over her hand. Damn, that felt good. That felt so fucking good.
Lizzie almost got caught. She’d barely put the vibrator away when she heard a buzzer sound. Her mistress was home. Lizzie rushed to let her in.
And all the while for the rest of the day, she couldn’t help but think about how good it had been to make her pussy cum like that, and to wistfully wish that instead of just a vibrator, it had been the real thing between her legs.