When Trashy Met Classy
Day Six
Lizzie was pissed.
She’d tried to be good all day long. She was getting better at keeping the house up and she’d actually refrained from going after her pussy. Still, she wished Cedric would call but she hadn’t heard from him for a couple of days.
And now this.
Her mistress had gone out for a night on the town. She’d told Lizzie that she didn’t have to wait up but Lizzie felt obligated to wait so that was just what she had done.
It was late when her mistress finally showed up and when she did, she had a man in tow. Something stirred inside her. Almost as if it was coming from a past life, she recognized this man. It seemed as if she had dated him herself but when he looked at her, he seemed to look right through her as if she weren’t even there.
That was what pissed her off the most. She was becoming invisible.
Her mistress let the man give her a kiss but she didn’t allow him to go much further than that and then she was shutting the door behind the man.
“I’m heading off to bed,” the mistress said.
“Fine. Whatever.”
The young, black woman stopped where she was. “You’re upset,” she said.
“Maybe,” Lizzie admitted.
“What are you upset about?”
“Nothing.”
“Sure doesn’t seem like nothing to me.”
“Listen, I don’t want to talk about it. Okay?”
The young mistress looked at her maid and then she grinned. “Sure, that’s okay. You don’t want to talk. That’s fine, but I know what you need. What you need is a pick me up.”
“Yeah, right.”
“And I’m just the one to give it to you,” said the young mistress seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm in her employee’s voice. “Here, why don’t you hop your ass up on the bar here.”
“W-w-what?”
“You heard me. Get your ass up there on the bar.”
Lizzie stared at her mistress in amazement but then she found herself doing exactly what she was being told to do.
The young mistress slid her hands up under the skirt of Lizzie’s maids uniform and Lizzie could feel those hands tracing their way along her legs. Before she knew it, her mistress had looped her fingers inside the waistband of her bright, red panties and she was pulling those panties down her legs.
“Now spread your legs,” the young mistress said.
Hesitantly, Lizzie let her legs slide open.
“There now. That wasn’t so hard was it,” the young mistress said even as she slid her fingers up between legs. “Someone’s wet.”
Lizzie moaned as she felt those fingers play with her pussy.
“There now. Doesn’t that feel better.”
“Uh huh,” Lizzie moaned. She couldn’t help but admit it. Those fingers in her pussy, they really did feel really good.
“I bet I have something that’s going to make you feel even better.”
“What?”
“This.”
Lizzie couldn’t help but moan as she felt the other woman’s face slide in between her thighs and then her tongue was on her pussy. Without even thinking about it, she ran her fingers through her owner’s hair and she moaned again. That really did make her feel better.
That tongue savaged her clit and Lizzie moaned again. Her body squirmed but there was noplace left to go. She just had to sit there with her legs spread and she had to take it.
Lizzie moaned. She wasn’t sure just how much of this she could take. She was going to cum. She knew it. She was going to cum so hard.
She’d been mad about something, Lizzie remembered. What was it? Oh yeah, her mistress and the man. Lizzie moaned. But who the hell cared about that anyway. What was really important was what her mistress was doing to her pussy. Lizzie moaned again. She was going to cum so hard.
Lizzie moaned as her orgasm consumed her. She was cumming. She was cumming hard and she was squirting her juices into her mistress’s mouth. She loved it.
“That was good,” the mistress said when it was all over. “From now on, you make your pussy available to me whenever and wherever I want it. You got that?”
“Yes, mum.”
“Good girl. Now get yourself off to bed.”
Lizzie went. She wasn’t upset anymore.