First Day of Her Life
First Day of Her Life
by Rodney Clifford
Her husband had just died the day before and it occurred to her as she sped down the 8 lane freeway in her sports car that she truly had no feelings of tenderness for the man whatsoever. She hadn't thought so but death sometimes makes you realize things you did not know you cared about until it was gone. She did love his money though and would continue the rest of her life, which at 32 was a long way aways she hoped. Brake lights ahead of her on the freeway snapped her out of her brooding about it and she swore lightly not wanting to be stuck in traffic right now. The morning had been consumed with planning the farewell arrangements for her much older deceased husband. She had tried to act the part of a grieving widower and not act like she was glad he was dead, which honestly she was. Now she just wanted to get home and relax.
As she slowed from almost 90 mph to ******** mph the thought of the inheritance money being all hers sent a flash of heat through her body that was almost an erotic feeling to her. She took her left hand off the steering wheel and slid it between her legs and slid the little mini-skirt up revealing her little lace panties that barely covered her shaved pussy. "As long as I have to be in traffic" she thought to herself, "I may as well try and start relaxing now." She started lightly caressing her soft silkiness through her silk panties that covered it, and the thought of the money sent another flash of heat through her and a wet spot started to form where she was rubbing. "With this much money, I will never have to fuck another old man or suck another dick that can't get hard again." she mused to herself. "I can quit pretending and start being the cold uncaring bitch i really am!" And that put a smile on her lips.
She got to her exit ramp and eased off the freeway her left hand still rubbing her clit and continued for the remaining 20 minute drive to her newly inherited 6 bedroom 4 bathroom home with 2 kitchens and a small staff to take care of it including a maid, a butler and a cook, all full time employees. They also were a part of some program that allowed girls from South America to come to America and work as maids and nannies and they had seen a number of them come through assisting Rita, the full time maid. She saw through the hired help as if they were not there most of the time, unless she had need of their service, but for the most part considered them beneath her and not owed any common courtesies from her.
At last she was home, and pulled her sports car into the 3 car garage and reluctantly pulled her fingers away from her panties which had developed a nice wet spot on them and put the car in park. She could faintly smell her womanly scent, an odor she thought was by far the sweetest scent of all scents.
She went into the kitchen and and the newest addition to the maid staff was busy cleaning the counters to a spotless shine. She had no idea her name or what underprivileged country she was from. She looked **********, maybe 15 or 16 at the most but knew she must be 18 to be in the program. She had a very sweet innocent look to her that was sexy in its own way.
"What is your name?" she asked her without returning the greeting the young girl had given when she entered. "Monique" she nervously replied, intimidated by her new boss and her callous nature. "Do you speak English?" Monique brightened a bit, "Yes ma'am, i speak English." She had an accent but was easy to understand. "Good. Monique, do you like it here in America, do you like working here at my house?" A little confused, Monique replied "Yes ma'am, I like to work for you".
"That's good Monique, and now I have a little job for you to do."
"Oh yes ma'am! Rita told me to help you with anything you need, especially now, having lost your husband. I am very sorry for your loss."
She walked over to the kitchen counter across from where Monique had been scrubbing and leaned back against it before hopping onto the counter. "Monique, I couldn't wait for him to die, now it's all mine and I don't give a fuck about what you think so keep it to yourself. Now Monique I want you to come over here and eat my pussy." She spread her legs so Monique could see her tiny panties under her mini-skirt.
Monique looked at her with a vacant stare of total incomprehension. As her eyes fell to her bosses very spread legs and at her barely covered pussy comprehension started to push its way into her brain. Her look now turned to utter confusion followed by unmasked horror at what she had just been told to do. It then reverted back to total incomprehension as the realization was more than the brain could take and it just shut it out for now.
As she sat on the counter with her legs spread and skirt hiked up she had seen the entire process in Monique's eyes and felt coldly supreme to this peasant worker and this made a pleasant warmth in her pussy. She had secretly always wanted to do something like this and Moniques sweet innocence made it better than she could have imagined.
"Monique, if you wish to remain in my Country working in my house I suggest you get over here and stick your cute little face between my legs and make me very happy."
The horror had pushed its way back into her mind, and she was frozen in place trying to speak but only stuttering what sounded like Spanish. "Monique!" She raised her voice to her, breaking the trance and Monique looked up and made eye contact. "Either get over here and eat my pussy, and it better be good, or go to your room and pack your stuff for the long bus ride to wherever the fuck you are from."
Horror now slipped away replaced with acceptance and servitude. Monique walked over and without a word pulled her panties off and attacked her pussy. "Easy Monique!" She grabbed her hair and pulled her head out from between her legs and looked her in they eye. "Think about what would feel good to you and do it to me, and I better have an orgasm."
Monique bowed her head and said "Yes ma'am."
This time she approached cautiously and gently used her tongue on the outside of her clean shaven sweetness. Slowly she approached the surrounding soft flesh licking it softly sending waves of pleasure through her body. "That's better Monique, and isn't that the sweetest most delicious scent you can possibly have ever smelled?"
"Yes ma'am" Monique mumbled, speaking with her tongue licking her clit wasn't easy. "Shut up Monique, don't talk to me while you are doing that, concentrate on my pussy and how you can please me!"
And Monique did just that. Her tongue slowly slipped inside her, probing and teasing. The waves of pleasure were growing and she felt the start of an orgasm begin to build. She closed her eyes and let the feeling take her, as it continued to intensify. As Monique gained confidence and grew a little bolder the feeling swelled to a peak and she was breathing heavy flushed with heat and her pussy began to climax sending tremors through her body. She grabbed Moniques head and forced it against her pussy which now was gushing her sex onto Moniques face. "Oh God yes Monique" she screamed, "Oh fuck fuck fuck!" She was pushing her pussy hard into Moniques face while her hands pushed Moniques face into her pussy. Her whole pelvic area was twitching and jerking with force as the orgasm climaxed, and as it subsided she let go of Moniques head and her body went limp, leaning against the cabinets behind her.
"Very well Monique, nicely done. Now get some warm wash cloths and wipe me off."
"Yes ma'am" Monique replied, her eyes cast down showing her willing obedience to her new master. Monique returned with a bowl of warm water lightly scented with wild flowers and started wiping her legs and pussy with soft towels. The warm water felt delightful and she let out a sigh of contentment, letting the tension of the morning disappear. As she sat in the warm glow that having an orgasm always left her with, she thought to herself, "Today is the first day of my life, and I will now have the life I deserve! Monique was finishing up now and she hopped down from the counter. "That is all for now, I am going to take a nap and later get some sun by the pool."
"yes ma'am" Monique answered, her eyes cast down as she walked away. "And Monique," she said too quietly for Monique to hear, I will be wanting another orgasm outside by the pool, or maybe you can sit at my feet while i sun and kiss my feet and suck on my toes." She giggled as she went to her bedroom and said to herself, " Today truly is the first day of my life!"
by Rodney Clifford
Her husband had just died the day before and it occurred to her as she sped down the 8 lane freeway in her sports car that she truly had no feelings of tenderness for the man whatsoever. She hadn't thought so but death sometimes makes you realize things you did not know you cared about until it was gone. She did love his money though and would continue the rest of her life, which at 32 was a long way aways she hoped. Brake lights ahead of her on the freeway snapped her out of her brooding about it and she swore lightly not wanting to be stuck in traffic right now. The morning had been consumed with planning the farewell arrangements for her much older deceased husband. She had tried to act the part of a grieving widower and not act like she was glad he was dead, which honestly she was. Now she just wanted to get home and relax.
As she slowed from almost 90 mph to ******** mph the thought of the inheritance money being all hers sent a flash of heat through her body that was almost an erotic feeling to her. She took her left hand off the steering wheel and slid it between her legs and slid the little mini-skirt up revealing her little lace panties that barely covered her shaved pussy. "As long as I have to be in traffic" she thought to herself, "I may as well try and start relaxing now." She started lightly caressing her soft silkiness through her silk panties that covered it, and the thought of the money sent another flash of heat through her and a wet spot started to form where she was rubbing. "With this much money, I will never have to fuck another old man or suck another dick that can't get hard again." she mused to herself. "I can quit pretending and start being the cold uncaring bitch i really am!" And that put a smile on her lips.
She got to her exit ramp and eased off the freeway her left hand still rubbing her clit and continued for the remaining 20 minute drive to her newly inherited 6 bedroom 4 bathroom home with 2 kitchens and a small staff to take care of it including a maid, a butler and a cook, all full time employees. They also were a part of some program that allowed girls from South America to come to America and work as maids and nannies and they had seen a number of them come through assisting Rita, the full time maid. She saw through the hired help as if they were not there most of the time, unless she had need of their service, but for the most part considered them beneath her and not owed any common courtesies from her.
At last she was home, and pulled her sports car into the 3 car garage and reluctantly pulled her fingers away from her panties which had developed a nice wet spot on them and put the car in park. She could faintly smell her womanly scent, an odor she thought was by far the sweetest scent of all scents.
She went into the kitchen and and the newest addition to the maid staff was busy cleaning the counters to a spotless shine. She had no idea her name or what underprivileged country she was from. She looked **********, maybe 15 or 16 at the most but knew she must be 18 to be in the program. She had a very sweet innocent look to her that was sexy in its own way.
"What is your name?" she asked her without returning the greeting the young girl had given when she entered. "Monique" she nervously replied, intimidated by her new boss and her callous nature. "Do you speak English?" Monique brightened a bit, "Yes ma'am, i speak English." She had an accent but was easy to understand. "Good. Monique, do you like it here in America, do you like working here at my house?" A little confused, Monique replied "Yes ma'am, I like to work for you".
"That's good Monique, and now I have a little job for you to do."
"Oh yes ma'am! Rita told me to help you with anything you need, especially now, having lost your husband. I am very sorry for your loss."
She walked over to the kitchen counter across from where Monique had been scrubbing and leaned back against it before hopping onto the counter. "Monique, I couldn't wait for him to die, now it's all mine and I don't give a fuck about what you think so keep it to yourself. Now Monique I want you to come over here and eat my pussy." She spread her legs so Monique could see her tiny panties under her mini-skirt.
Monique looked at her with a vacant stare of total incomprehension. As her eyes fell to her bosses very spread legs and at her barely covered pussy comprehension started to push its way into her brain. Her look now turned to utter confusion followed by unmasked horror at what she had just been told to do. It then reverted back to total incomprehension as the realization was more than the brain could take and it just shut it out for now.
As she sat on the counter with her legs spread and skirt hiked up she had seen the entire process in Monique's eyes and felt coldly supreme to this peasant worker and this made a pleasant warmth in her pussy. She had secretly always wanted to do something like this and Moniques sweet innocence made it better than she could have imagined.
"Monique, if you wish to remain in my Country working in my house I suggest you get over here and stick your cute little face between my legs and make me very happy."
The horror had pushed its way back into her mind, and she was frozen in place trying to speak but only stuttering what sounded like Spanish. "Monique!" She raised her voice to her, breaking the trance and Monique looked up and made eye contact. "Either get over here and eat my pussy, and it better be good, or go to your room and pack your stuff for the long bus ride to wherever the fuck you are from."
Horror now slipped away replaced with acceptance and servitude. Monique walked over and without a word pulled her panties off and attacked her pussy. "Easy Monique!" She grabbed her hair and pulled her head out from between her legs and looked her in they eye. "Think about what would feel good to you and do it to me, and I better have an orgasm."
Monique bowed her head and said "Yes ma'am."
This time she approached cautiously and gently used her tongue on the outside of her clean shaven sweetness. Slowly she approached the surrounding soft flesh licking it softly sending waves of pleasure through her body. "That's better Monique, and isn't that the sweetest most delicious scent you can possibly have ever smelled?"
"Yes ma'am" Monique mumbled, speaking with her tongue licking her clit wasn't easy. "Shut up Monique, don't talk to me while you are doing that, concentrate on my pussy and how you can please me!"
And Monique did just that. Her tongue slowly slipped inside her, probing and teasing. The waves of pleasure were growing and she felt the start of an orgasm begin to build. She closed her eyes and let the feeling take her, as it continued to intensify. As Monique gained confidence and grew a little bolder the feeling swelled to a peak and she was breathing heavy flushed with heat and her pussy began to climax sending tremors through her body. She grabbed Moniques head and forced it against her pussy which now was gushing her sex onto Moniques face. "Oh God yes Monique" she screamed, "Oh fuck fuck fuck!" She was pushing her pussy hard into Moniques face while her hands pushed Moniques face into her pussy. Her whole pelvic area was twitching and jerking with force as the orgasm climaxed, and as it subsided she let go of Moniques head and her body went limp, leaning against the cabinets behind her.
"Very well Monique, nicely done. Now get some warm wash cloths and wipe me off."
"Yes ma'am" Monique replied, her eyes cast down showing her willing obedience to her new master. Monique returned with a bowl of warm water lightly scented with wild flowers and started wiping her legs and pussy with soft towels. The warm water felt delightful and she let out a sigh of contentment, letting the tension of the morning disappear. As she sat in the warm glow that having an orgasm always left her with, she thought to herself, "Today is the first day of my life, and I will now have the life I deserve! Monique was finishing up now and she hopped down from the counter. "That is all for now, I am going to take a nap and later get some sun by the pool."
"yes ma'am" Monique answered, her eyes cast down as she walked away. "And Monique," she said too quietly for Monique to hear, I will be wanting another orgasm outside by the pool, or maybe you can sit at my feet while i sun and kiss my feet and suck on my toes." She giggled as she went to her bedroom and said to herself, " Today truly is the first day of my life!"
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