Caitlin and Kara were working in the kitchen while yet another shower of snow descended from the overcast gray sky.

"Caitlin."

Both young maids spun on their high heels and spread their short frilly skirts for their master.

"You will be dining with me tonight, Caitlin. I have set out your dress over your bed. Kara, will you be able to serve us both?"

"Yes, sir," nodded Kara.

"Good. Until tonight, then."

The maids curtseyed again as the master departed. Kara looked up at Caitlin and regarded the tall redhead with her bright blue eyes.

"Dinner with the master. Have you eaten with him before?"

"No," replied Caitlin, shaking her head. "I suppose this is one of my new duties as the master's mistress."

"At least you get the night off," grinned the petite blonde.

"I think I'll be working harder than you, Kara," smiled Fairchild wryly, ruffling the blonde angel's hair. "I've still got some time before I have to start dressing, I'll help you finish up the cooking."

***

The master was just settling into his chair when Caitlin entered the dining hall dressed in a skintight red gown and matching crimson heels. Kat's thick red hair was piled high atop her head, and a brilliant diamond choker was fastened around her pale neck.

The master stood and held out Caitlin's chair. After Kat was settled the master kissed her soft left cheek, Fairchild flushed, her wine-painted lips pursing.

While the master poured wine for Caitlin, Kara entered bearing the first of the meal trays. The scantily-clad blonde set out salads first, then fresh, hot rolls with butter and jam. Both the master and Caitlin ate sparingly, they glanced often at each other, the master slipped his hand beneath the table and squeezed Caitlin's bare left knee, Kat smiled softly and blushed even brighter, her voluptuous breasts swelling beneath her sheer gown, her wide nipples visibly poking through the skintight silk.

After the salads, Kara served a honey-glazed chicken with green beans and carrots. The master kept Caitlin's wine glass filled throughout the main course, Kat was beginning to grow flushed after the third glass, when the master's kneading hand worked up Caitlin's thigh, Fairchild bit her lip and shivered, her master's touch making her hot skin tingle.

Dessert was cherry tart lathered in whipped cream. The master fed Caitlin bite by bite, Kat swallowed each sweet mouthful, she licked cream from her violet lips, when she missed some the master would kiss her and savor the cream on Fairchild's puckered mouth.

When dinner was done, the master helped Caitlin from her chair. Swaying on her high heels, Kat draped her right arm across her employer's shoulders, the master caught Caitlin about her waist, guiding her towards the dining hall's double doors.

Kara appeared at the open portals. "I can take her back to our room, sir."

"Caitlin will be sleeping in my room tonight, Kara."

"Oh," blushed the blonde teen.

"You can use my bed tonight, Kara," smiled Caitlin, her green eyes slightly glazed from too much wine.

Kara nodded while the master helped Caitlin up the grand stair. Kat giggled when her master's hand dropped from her hip to fondle a tight buttock.

***

As Caitlin lay upon her master's bed clumsily removing her high heels, the dark-haired man lit several perfumed candles around the large four poster. While Kat rolled on her side to watch, her master removed his clothing, then joined Kat upon the silk-draped bed, his left hand reaching up to free Fairchild's piled scarlet hair. Caitlin shook out her fiery tresses, then she moaned when her master hugged her shapely waist and kissed her sweet lips furiously. While they embraced, the master hiked up Caitlin's sheer crimson dress, he worked his left hand into Kat's lacy red panties, stroking Caitlin's puffy cunt to wetness.

Fairchild parted from her master's demanding lips, she sat up and pulled off her gown, pendulous tits dropped free, then her master was cupping and suckling on the engorged, strawberry nipples. Caitlin hugged her master's head to her heaving melons, she moaned when she felt his tongue stroking her flushed mammaries, slathering her pink tits in gleaming saliva. Yanking down Caitlin's panties, her master squeezed and slapped both of her rounded buttocks until they glowed warmly, Caitlin giggled and hugged her master tighter to her drool-soaked breasts.

Caitlin lay on her back while her master dragged down her underwear to her bare feet. Tossing the lacy panties to the bedroom floor, Caitlin's master stroked her long, supple legs to the valley of her pink inner thighs. Caitlin whimpered when her master caressed her throbbing pussy, the puffy lips were already moist and sticky with vaginal nectar, Kat blushed when the master licked her honey from his glistening fingertips. With her head resting upon a pillow, Caitlin opened her mouth wide when her master offered her his heavy cock. Wrapping her violet lips about the knobbed tip, Caitlin moaned and began suckling on the bulbous prick head, licking the puckered urethra with her moist pink tongue, drawing her master's shaft deeper into her slurping mouth. Milking Caitlin's enormous left breast, her master groaned while Fairchild devoured his thrusting pole, sucking and slobbering on the plunging veined rod, dribbles of saliva covering the thick cock working down Fairchild's gulping throat. Caitlin whimpered around a mouthful of dick as her master tweaked and pinched her tinging left nipple, then he caught her right breast bud, tugging on the swollen strawberry.

Drool spilled down Caitlin's chin when her master slipped free his dripping cock from his maid's greedy lips. Mounting Caitlin, her master spread apart her long legs, then he was inside her, thrusting hard and deep, his hands catching Fairchild's wrists and pinning them on the pillow above Caitlin's head.

Caitlin moaned and writhed beneath her humping master, she wrapped her lithe legs about her employer, bucking underneath him, pounding her crotch between her lover's legs. Fairchild's master kissed her roughly, then his tongue dragged down her throat, down to the musky, sweaty cleft of Caitlin's rolling tits, then around the wide, strawberry pink circles of Kat's tender areola. While her master milked her sweat-slick breasts, Caitlin draped her slender arms over her lover's shoulders, she clawed at his back as he impaled her again and again, plowing deep into her sucking cunt, semen and vaginal juices running down her splayed, quaking thighs.

Caitlin's master dismounted Fairchild and lay panting on his back. Caitlin eagerly climbed onto her master's lap, reaching between her gleaming legs to spread her sticky twat wide for her master's knobbed shaft. Kat sobbed while she speared herself upon her master's thick, pulsating erection, she placed both of her palms upon her employer's bare chest, she started rolling her sensual hips, riding her master's ramming prick.

Panting, chest heaving as he thrust between Caitlin's parted thighs, the master cupped Fairchild's bouncing breasts and squeezed the hot, slippery orbs as he bucked underneath his eager rider. Caitlin arched her spine and humped her master faster, her soaked crotch slapping loudly against her master's as she writhed and rocked, combing her fingers through her sweat-soaked red hair.

Caitlin and her master moaned in tandem when they climaxed together. Fairchild's master fondled her slick buttocks, caressing her wet, hot skin as his prick vented itself inside Caitlin's womb. Fairchild stretched out over her gasping master, she rested her flushed cheek upon his rising, sweaty chest, sighing when her master's hands slipped up and down her gleaming back. Exhausted and spent, Fairchild and her master fell asleep in each other's warm embrace.

CAITLIN FAIRCHILD / KARA ZOR-EL

Maid to Serve II

by PJ

One

The petite blonde girl climbed the steps to the front doors of the great manor. Breathing frigid mist through her rosebud lips, Kara set down her two bulging satchels to knock, she waited, rubbing her slim arms, her pouty mouth gleaming with frost.

A tall, flame-haired beauty opened one of the heavy oak doors, she smiled warmly and bent down to take one of Kara Zor-El's heavy bags.

"Hello, Kara," greeted Caitlin, ushering the young blonde inside.

"Hi..Miss Fairchild, isn't it?" blushed Kara, her thoughts so scattered and her nerves so frayed she had to think hard to recall the maid's name.

"You can call me Caitlin, Kara. We're going to be working alot together," soothed Kat, guiding the blue-eyed teen to the bedroom beneath the grand stair.

"It will be a tight fit, but I think we'll manage alright," said Caitlin, entering her small bedroom and setting down Kara's bag at the foot of a folded out cot.

"I..I've never been a live-in maid before, I just needed some money to pay for next semester," explained Kara, putting the bag she carried beside the one Caitlin set down.

"It's a demanding job, but I'll show you the ropes," smiled Kat. "Now your uniform is in that closet, I've made room on the right for your things."

"Thank you, Caitlin," grinned Kara, opening the closet and examining her scanty black uniform. "You really wear this?"

"Every day," nodded Kat. "I'll be in the kitchen fixing lunch, get changed so the master can look you over."

Cheeks burning, Kara nodded. Caitlin gave the beautiful blonde privacy so she could strip off her blouse, jeans, and sneakers, exchanging her comfortable clothing for the tight, revealing, french maid uniform her new job required her to wear.

***

The master of the house was sitting in his chair within the dining room, sipping dark wine while Caitlin and Kara set out the afternoon meal. Kara couldn't help feeling that her employer was stripping her naked with his dark, hungry gaze, she blushed furiously every time her short frilly skirt hiked up when she leaned over the table to set down a plate.

"You look quite fetching in your uniform, Kara," smiled the master wolfishly. "You may bring me my evening brandy in the study tonight after supper."

"Uh, sir, isn't it awfully sudden for her to be serving you in the study?" asked Caitlin, brushing her bare right thigh over the master's left arm.

The master dragged his hot eyes away from Kara to regard his tall, buxom maid. "Hmm, perhaps you are right, Caitlin. Kara will bring my brandy, but she will not have to linger tonight, you will service me."

"Yes, sir," nodded Caitlin, leaving her employer's side to shepherd Kara out of the candle-lit dining room.

"Service him? Does that mean what I think it does, Caitlin?" whispered Kara as she helped Fairchild wash and dry the lunch dishes.

"You shouldn't have to worry about it for awhile," replied Caitlin, her cheeks glowing while she scrubbed a plate. "He's paying me to be his mistress, that's why you're here, to clean and cook when I'm too busy with him."

"You're okay with that?"

Caitlin was quiet for a long moment. "He's very generous with my pay..and...I've learned to enjoy it."

The two young women finished washing dishes in silence, then Caitlin began instructing Kara about how to gather and wash the master's clothes and linens.

***

After dinner, Kara poured the master's brandy, watching a fresh snowfall descend from the glittering night sky. Kara's fingers were trembling as she picked up the silver service tray and carried it through the foyer to the closed study door. Balancing the tray on her left arm, Kara reached for the brass doorknob, she finally caught it and twisted, then shuffled into the fire-illuminated study, the room redolent with the smells of burning pine and old leather.

Kara froze like a startled doe when she found Caitlin kneeling between the master's parted legs, her head bobbing while she sucked wetly on their employer's thick member. Sighing with pleasure, the master noticed Kara standing stock still in the doorway, he waved the wide-eyed blonde over, stroking Caitlin's soft, glowing, red hair with his free hand.

Almost stumbling in her high black heels, Kara approached the master's leather-cushioned easy chair. Kara's blue eyes were helplessly drawn to Caitlin's loudly slurping lips and to the saliva-lathered cock the gorgeous redhead enthusiastically devoured.

"My drink?" prodded the master, his smile wicked and cruel.

Rousing from her stunned stupor, Kara lowered the silver tray, her wide expanse of cleavage blushing pink as her low-cut blouse dropped almost to her cherry nipples.

Enjoying the view unknowingly offered by his new maid, the master took his bell-shaped snifter and sipped his smoky beverage appreciatively, clasping the nape of Caitlin's neck and thrusting his throbbing prick down Fairchild's gulping, gagging throat.

"You may go now..unless you wish to join Caitlin..," teased the master before he groaned and shot his load into Fairchild's swallowing mouth.

Kara stopped at the open study door, she turned, bearing her empty silver tray, cheeks hot as she watched Caitlin drag down her black silk panties and climb onto her master's waiting lap. Biting her lip, Caitlin met Kara's eyes briefly, she shooed the young girl with her left hand, Kara nodded and left, the lingering image in her mind of the master groping Caitlin's bare ass as Kat snaked her slim arms about her employer's neck, pressing her voluptuous breasts against her master's flushed face.

*****

Two

Kara peeked over the heavy quilt blanket she shared with Caitlin. The two girls shared Fairchild's bed to exchange body heat in the chilly room beneath the grand stair. The clock set on the bedside table rang shrilly, Kara winced and reached out to shut off the awful racket. Caitlin yawned and stretched out underneath the blankets, she looked over Kara's shoulder at the time, then groaned and threw off the covers, the sudden cold made both lovely maids shiver.

Caitlin was making breakfast when Kara entered the kitchen, still squirming in her tight, pinching, french maid uniform. Caitlin smiled at the petite blonde and nodded at the counter, she had already filled Kara's plate with scrambled eggs, some fruit, and several slices of buttered toast, just the way Kara liked them. Kara hopped onto a high stool and dug into her hot morning meal, Caitlin joined her and both girls enjoyed their breakfasts washed down with tall glasses of milk.

Setting the used plates and utensils in the sink for later washing, Kara helped Caitlin serve the master's breakfast upon a bedtray. Caitlin covered the dishes to keep the food hot, then easily picked up the laden silver service and swayed out of the kitchen on her black stiletto heels.

"Could you get the wash started, Kara? I'll bring the master's linens down after I've served him breakfast."

"Okay," nodded the blonde angel, following the tall redhead along a paneled corridor, then opening the door to the right to the laundry room while Caitlin continued to the end of the passage and to the left, climbing the grand stair.

When Caitlin returned with her arms filled with damp linens, the green-eyed beauty was flushed and her scarlet hair was disheveled from its bun atop her crown. Kara stifled a giggle and avoided Caitlin's eyes, they worked silently loading the washers with the sweaty linens as well as the master's clothes, a third washer worked on the maids' garments.

"Do you want the kitchen or the foyer today?"

"I'll take the foyer," replied Kara.

Fairchild smiled and nodded. Kara collected the equipment she would need, filled a bucket with water from the kitchen sink, added some soap, then carried all her gear to the wide foyer.

The master descended the grand stair bearing his breakfast tray. He nodded a good morning to Kara, who stopped her mopping to blush and curtsey, her short frilly skirt hiking up to expose Kara's white cotton panties.

The master's smile widened as he admired Kara's crotch, Kara followed his leering eyes, then blushed hotter and smoothed down her skirt. Dark eyes glittering, the master left Kara to take his tray to the kitchen, Kara resumed mopping vigorously, her face bright and burning.

***

While Caitlin cared for the master's washed silk shirts, Kara climbed up the main stair hefting fresh bed linens. The master's bedchamber was empty, cold ashes in the fireplace as Kara walked in and began spreading out clean sheets. Kara was smoothing out the covers over the enormous four poster when Fairchild entered with a hand brush and dustpan, she knelt before the fireplace and opened the grill, she brushed the prior night's ashes into her dustpan, sneezing when some particles fluttered up into her nostrils.

The master returned to his room faster than Caitlin and Kara had anticipated, he took off his long coat and draped it over an antique chair, he looked from Kara to Caitlin, his dark eyes smoldering with wordless desire.

Cheeks flaming, Kara quickly finished her task upon the master's wide bed. The master glanced at Kara, then focused his attention on Caitlin, who was just rising, brushing off her nylon stockings before spreading her frilly skirt in greeting.

"Is she ready, Caitlin?" asked the master simply, shrugging out of his velvet jacket.

Caitlin looked over the master's shoulder at Kara, who was clasping her hands before her and visibly trembling. Fairchild shook her head.

The master sighed, then said over his shoulder. "You may go, Kara."

"Yes, Master," curtseyed Kara, rushing out the open bedroom door while the master drew closer to Caitlin.

Shivering just out of sight, Kara peeked back into the bedroom, the master was pinching Fairchild's chin, kissing her moist ruby lips.

Kara caught her breath and watched wide-eyed as the master turned Caitlin so she faced the fireplace. Taking Fairchild's wrists, the master set Caitlin's hands upon the mantel, he patted them, then enfolded Caitlin's lean waist, kissing her neck, her fiery hair, her blushing cheek.

Squatting behind Fairchild, the master hiked up her frilly skirt, grabbed her bare buttocks and fondled them lovingly, Caitlin moaning softly and setting her long, nylon-clad legs apart. Licking Fairchild's taut ass cheeks, the master dragged down Caitlin's black silk thong panties, Fairchild lifted each of her feet in turn so her master could remove them, Caitlin's employer set them aside on the rug, then his hands were on Fairchild's buttocks again, spreading the luscious mounds apart, tongue extending to lick and taste Caitlin's puffy pink sex.

Biting her trembling lower lip to stifle a husky moan, Kara watched her master lick and gnaw Caitlin's pert buttocks, Kat clinging to the mantel, soft whimpers escaping her ruby lips, her hips slowly rolling as she rubbed her creamy ass cheeks upon her master's face. Face flushed and hot, Kara tentatively reached underneath her short skirt, she found her wet pussy easily, the front cotton panel of her panties soaked through with warm, sticky honey. Kara rubbed the soft mound of her moist cunt through her underwear while she watched her master tongue Caitlin's pouting twat and puckered anus, Fairchild moaning louder, her head thrown back, her mouth agape and drooling.

Rising to his feet, the master caught Caitlin about her waist and worked two fingers of his right hand into Fairchild's sopping wet gash. Caitlin clenched her eyes shut and gyrated before the fireplace, her bare buttocks pumping while her employer's dripping digits shoved deep into Fairchild's sucking love hole.

Slipping her shaking left hand through her low bodice, Kara cupped her aching right breast and milked her soft mammary as she put her wet fingers inside her panties to stroke and scratch her throbbing, oozing pussy. The petite blonde's pelvis rocked as Kara masturbated by the bedroom door, yearning for her master's fingers to probe the slick folds of her melting love passage.

Slowly dragging out his fingers from Caitlin's gushing cunt, the master drove his index finger through Fairchild's tight sphincter. Caitlin sobbed as her master's digit plowed through her rectum, she let go of the mantel and hugged her master's neck, kissing his throat and flushed cheeks while he thrust and wiggled his finger inside Kat's squeezing bung.

Kara removed her sticky fingers from her soaked crotch, she licked and savored her own sweet vaginal juices and wondered if Caitlin's nectar tasted the same while she watched Fairchild fold down to her knees and free her master's hard prick from his trousers. With blue eyes glazed with lust, Kara sucked on her digits just like Caitlin devoured their master's veined shaft, soft lips enfolding and milking, tongue flicking out to stroke and lather with saliva. Kara licked her fingers clean, drool gleaming on her chin as she watched Caitlin slurp and tongue their master's throbbing pole to climax, Fairchild's throat working to gulp down every salty drop of man juice.

*****

Three

Caitlin was settling a cover over a silver serving tray when Kara entered the kitchen clutching a feather duster.

"What's that for? The master's dinner isn't for hours yet."

"It's for the grounds keeper, Pietr," replied Fairchild, lifting the tray with both hands.

Kara opened the back door for Caitlin, curiosity plain on her beautiful angelic face.

"I'll introduce you some other time if you want," smiled Caitlin before she left the kitchen and followed the gravel path leading to the grounds keeper's dilapidated shed.

Pietr smiled when he opened the door of his hovel for Fairchild. He stood aside so Caitlin could walk in and set down the silver service on a long board placed over an empty wine barrel. Caitlin blushed when Pietr walked past her to see what she had brought him, she was ashamed of her hiked up skirt, which displayed the creamy lower swells of her buttocks.

The grounds keeper sat down on another empty barrel and lifted the cover of the polished service. Pietr nodded his thanks to Caitlin, then dug in voraciously into the meal Fairchild had cooked for him, leftovers from the master's previous dinner. Clasping her gloved hands behind her back, Caitlin looked out the open door, admiring Pietr's work preparing the extensive gardens for spring blooming. The day was warm for winter, the sky was brilliant blue, with not a cloud in sight.

"A good day to work outside," said Caitlin, deeply inhaling the crisp, clean air.

"Aye, Miss," agreed Pietr around a buttered roll.

After Pietr was done with his meal, Caitlin replaced the cover and leaned over to pick up the tray. Pietr caught Fairchild's right wrist, his dark eyes were hot with another kind of hunger.

"I..I have to get back to the house," stammered Caitlin, her cheeks flushing, her dangling breasts swelling.

"The master is a very lucky man, Miss," whispered Pietr, pulling Caitlin onto his lap, his eyes roving over Fairchild's heaving tits, the valley of her cleavage glowing pink above her plunging bodice.

"Y..you should let me go, Pietr, I'm the master's mistress now," panted Fairchild, her eyelids fluttering when the groundsman's dirt-smudged hand went underneath her frilly skirt, thick fingers stroking her warm inner thighs.

"Then you won't mind playing the whore for me too!" growled Pietr, yanking down Caitlin's panties, then driving his index finger into Fairchild's soft pussy, scratching and stroking Caitlin's twat to wetness.

Caitlin whimpered and tried to climb off Pietr's lap, but the groundsman had a firm hold about her slim waist, he kissed her warm cleavage with his salivating lips, licked the rising slopes of her pendulous tits. Tugging down Caitlin's bodice, Pietr sighed with pleasure when Fairchild's enormous breasts popped free, he captured Caitlin's stiff strawberry right nipple, he suckled hungrily on the sweet breast bud, drool running over Caitlin's aching mammary.

Fairchild bit her lip while Pietr's eager digits wriggled inside her sopping wet cunt. She watched the groundsman slather both of her voluptuous breasts in gleaming saliva, then he gnawed on her tingling nipples. Caitlin draped her arms about Pietr's wide shoulders, shivering as the groundsman's thick, penetrating fingers sent her over the edge into orgasm.

Giving Caitlin his seat, Pietr knelt between the tall maid's hose-clad legs and spread her sticky cunt lips apart. The groundsman moaned while he licked and slurped on Fairchild's delicious pussy and pert clit, Caitlin hugged Pietr's head and shuddered against him, her long legs wrapped about the big man as he lapped and tongued her honey-soaked snatch. Lifting his nectar-coated lips from Caitlin's pouting sex, Pietr cupped Fairchild's hanging breasts and devoured the swollen strawberry nipples, Caitlin sobbed and buried her gloved fingers in the groundsman's tangled hair, her breast buds on fire while Pietr lathered her tits with fresh drool.

Pietr stood up from the groaning plank floor and unzipped his filthy trousers. Caitlin held the groundsman's legs while she licked his rising shaft, moaning softly while rubbing her puckered lips up and down the stiffening length of Pietr's engorging cock. When Pietr's manhood was completely erect, Caitlin murmured wordlessly and swallowed his veined rod, drool dripped from Pietr's prick as Caitlin sucked long and deep upon the groundsman's thick member, her lips oozing with spilling saliva. Pumping Pietr's long pole with her gloved fingers, Caitlin licked and slurped on the groundsman's hairy balls, she stroked Pietr's cock with her lapping tongue, then she was sucking on the hot slab of man meat, gazing up at the panting groundsman with wide, lust-clouded, green eyes.

Grounds keeper and maid switched seats again, Pietr turned Caitlin around and lowered her bare ass onto his jutting prick. Caitlin clutched at Pietr's splayed knees as her hot pussy swallowed the groundsman's swollen cock, she threw her head back, then started riding Pietr's lap, spearing herself over and over again upon the dirty groundsman's thrusting shaft. Pietr groaned while Caitlin's slurping cunt devoured his ramming dick, he reached around the bouncing maid and clutched her rolling tits, milking the creamy orbs while he slammed into Fairchild's tight ass furiously.

Caitlin bent over and rocked on her feet as Pietr fondled her upraised buttocks and plowed through her clenching crack without pause. Caitlin sobbed when the groundsman started slapping her luscious ass cheeks, Fairchild groped her swaying tits and moaned huskily as Pietr spanked her bucking buttocks till they burned.

When Fairchild felt Pietr's cock grow and dribble inside her sucking vagina, she slipped off the groundsman's fat prick and turned to face him, falling to her knees. Milking Pietr's quaking member with her gloved hands, Caitlin held her open mouth over the groundsman's knobbed member until he finally squirted streams of salty treat onto her lapping tongue. With Pietr limp and panting, Caitlin cleaned his cock over her warm, flushed pink tits, she pillowed his shaft in the soft cleft of her heavy breasts and licked his oozing urethra with the tip of her darting tongue.

Before Caitlin left with the empty tray, Pietr hugged Fairchild's shapely waist and kissed her damp red hair. Caitlin flashed the burly groundsman a smile, then swayed back up the gravel path in her sharp heels, the exposed swells of Fairchild's buttocks still glowing crimson from the groundsman's spanking.

*****

Four

Kara poured the kettle of hot water into the wooden tub by the back kitchen door. Setting the empty copper kettle onto a countertop, Kara gathered up her long golden hair and tied it into a ponytail, then she unknotted the belt at her waist and slipped off her bathrobe. Dipping her small feet into the steaming tub, Kara squatted to pick up a sponge from the kitchen floor, the room was very dim, illuminated only by a few fat candles placed around the tub on the tile floor and upon the nearby kitchen counters. Kara immersed her sponge in the hot water, then began to scrub her petite, naked body, rubbing the dripping sponge over her lean stomach and perky ivory breasts.

The naked angel looked up at the ceiling when she heard Caitlin cry out from the master's bedroom. Kara's cheeks flamed, she quickly lowered her blue eyes and worked her wet sponge over her bare alabaster shoulders, but she could hear the master's great four poster creaking and groaning, Caitlin's ecstatic cries echoing through the grand manor, Kara bit her lip, running the dripping sponge over her slim thighs.

Kara was scrubbing her tight little buttocks when she noticed that the windows of the back door were fogged over, she gasped when a large hand swiped clear a portion of glass, it had to be Pietr, the hulking grounds keeper. Kara and Pietr stared at each other through the foggy door glass, Kara's pert tits were heaving and flushed bright pink, the naked girl covered her hard nipples with her thin right arm, her left hand was pressed over her puffy, hairless pussy.

Watching Pietr's hungry eyes caress her naked frame, hearing Caitlin's sobs of wanton pleasure, Kara smiled shyly at the groundsman and lowered her arm from her swollen cherry nipples, she kept her blue eyes on Pietr as she resumed scrubbing herself with the soggy sponge, she ran the sponge over the taut mounds of her ass slowly, noticing that Pietr's right shoulder was moving, she knew what he was doing on the other side of the door and it made her throbbing cunt burn hotter.

Retrieving a bar of rough soap from the floor, Kara dipped it in the tub before working it all over her nude body, lathering her creamy skin from ankles to throat, bending over to soap her smooth ass cheeks and narrow crack. Pietr fogged up the window again and interrupted his hand work to swipe the glass clear again, he was panting in the cold while Kara set aside the soap and took the sponge again, rinsing it, then scrubbing herself all over again, taking her time, squeezing the dripping sponge over the sensual slopes of her tits, the rounded mounds of her blushing buttocks.

With her body pink and clean, gleaming wetly in the soft candlelight, Kara dropped the sponge into the tub water and languidly ran her hands all over her nude frame, she nibbled her lower lip, her blue eyes locked with Pietr's as she caressed and fondled herself, cupping and squeezing her slick teenage breasts, stroking her beading stomach, massaging her luscious ass cheeks.

With the master's bed creaking above her, Kara slipped her hands between her gleaming, pink thighs, she touched her tingling pussy, whimpered at the electric thrill of her own caress upon her swollen sex, then her pussy drooled when she met the dark eyes of the peeping grounds keeper. Panting, Kara bowed at the waist while she masturbated for the hairy groundsman, her small hips rolled, her ass lifted as she drove two fingers into her sticky twat, digging the digits deep, honey slipping down her bare legs.

Mooning the panting groundsman with her glowing pink cheeks, Kara reached around with her right hand and thrust her index finger up into her gaping gash, the blonde angel sobbed while she speared herself over and over again, vaginal juices spilling over her hand, her puckered bung clenching as she wiggled and plunged her finger through her sucking cunnie.

Moaning through pursed lips, Kara slowly dragged out her cum-soaked digit and stuck it inside her mouth, she gazed at Pietr, sucking and licking her nectar-coated finger clean.

Obviously spent from his own self-pleasuring, Pietr smiled at the naked young maid and winked before leaving the fogged up window. Kara stepped out of the cooling tub and pulled on her short bathrobe, she felt relaxed and satiated, she smiled when she heard another sharp cry from Fairchild upstairs, Kara longed for her first opportunity to pleasure the master as Caitlin did.

*****

Five

Kara emerged from the garage bearing a tea-laden tray. The blonde maid grinned as she watched Caitlin wash down one of the master's vintage cars, the tall, leggy redhead stripped down to a pair of tight jean shorts and a soaked-through white halter top.

"Thanks!" smiled Caitlin, taking the tall glass of iced tea and gulping greedily.

"Do you need any help?" asked Kara, gazing up at Fairchild.

"I will help Miss Fairchild," growled Pietr, stalking towards the two gorgeous girls. "The Master wants you in his study, Miss Zor-El."

Kara blushed, averting her burning face from the leering grounds keeper. Caitlin reached out to stroke Kara's bright gold hair.

"Will you be alright with the master? I can finish up here later," smiled Fairchild gently.

"No..it's okay, Kat. I..I've been waiting for my chance," murmured Kara, lifting her blue eyes to meet Caitlin's green gaze.

Caitlin watched the blonde teen return through the garage bearing the empty glass upon its tray. The redhead shifted her attention to Pietr, who was approaching her with obvious intent.

The fireplace was banked and the long velvet drapes were open when Kara tentatively entered the master's private study. The master was replacing a leather-bound book upon the left-hand shelf, he withdrew another volume, then turned and nodded to Kara.

"I've been very pleased with your work, Miss Zor-El. I'm giving you a twenty-percent bonus for this month, I hope this is acceptable?"

"Thank you very much, sir!" beamed Kara. "I've enjoyed working here!"

The master indicated the leather chair facing his wide oak desk. Kara smiled shyly and sat, her short pleated skirt flipped up, flashing white cotton panties at the smiling bachelor.

Kara blushed hotly and quickly pressed down her frilly lace skirt, the master sat behind his desk and set down the heavy book he had retrieved. "You told me you wish to pursue a college education after your contract is complete, is this still your wish, Miss Zor-El?"

"Very much!" nodded Kara vigorously.

"I have a proposition for you, Kara. I'm sure you know of my special arrangement with Miss Fairchild?"

Kara smiled softly, she lowered her blue eyes. "Yes, I know about it. You pay Caitlin extra to be your mistress."

"The groundsman let me know you put on a little show for him several weeks back."

Kara's cheeks flamed, she bit her trembling lower lip. "Y..yes, sir."

"It's alright, Kara," soothed the master, his dark eyes twinkling. "I'm sure Pietr appreciated it, and it brings us to the offer I have in mind. If you are willing, I will finance your college education, all of it, for as long as you wish to attend. I have connections with some of the country's finer universites, I'm sure I could secure you a place at any college you wish to attend."

Kara's heart raced, then her sparkling blue eyes narrowed. "But there's a string attached, right?"

"Yes," nodded the master. "You would be my mistress, as Miss Fairchild is, you would serve all of my sexual needs, anytime, anywhere, in every way."

Kara clenched her hands in her lap, mulling the sacrifice, then the reward. In the end, Kara realized she wanted to service the master even if he didn't pay her more.

"Okay, I accept your proposal."

"I'm pleased, Miss Zor-El," smiled the master widely. He reached into a desk drawer and withdrew a contract that he slid across to Kara. "Read over it, then sign at the bottom."

Kara plucked one of the master's ebony fountain pens from its golden holder, she read quickly over the document, then stuck her tongue out of the corner of her rosebud mouth as she wrote her name in graceful, flowing script.

Kara slid the signed contract back over to the watching master. The handsome bachelor replaced the document inside his desk, then he carefully removed pens, antique desk clock, and heavy book from the long desktop.

"Climb up," ordered the master, withdrawing his high-backed leather chair from the desk, giving Kara room.

Soft cheeks glowing, Kara obediently left her chair and scrambled atop the desk, she sat facing the master, her slender ivory legs dangling over the side, her white panties peeking from between widely parted, flushed pink thighs.

The master stroked his trimmed black goatee. "Touch yourself, Kara."

The blonde teen girl gnawed her full lip, she lowered her right hand to her crotch, then slowly began rubbing the soft cotton of her underwear, feeling the puffy mound of her young sex growing warm and wet from her gentle caressing.

The master dragged down his zipper, stuck his right hand inside his trousers to fondle his rising manhood. "Stick your hand inside your panties."

Breathing raggedly, Kara slipped her tapered fingers underneath her damp underwear, her pussy was sticky and moist, she rubbed her throbbing labia, gasped when she stroked her tingling, stiff clit.

The master was breathing hard, his hand working furiously inside his black trousers. "Put your index finger in your cunt."

Moaning, her flushed face beading with perspiration, Kara whimpered when her slim digit penetrated her sopping wet snatch, dipping in and out, dripping with sweet ambrosia.

Pumping his engorged rod, the master leaned towards Kara, he yanked down the low frilly bodice of her maid's uniform, then wrapped his ravenous lips upon the pert, pink breast that popped free.

Kara sobbed as she relished her master's tugging, suckling lips upon her swollen cherry nipple. As saliva dripped down the shivering slope of Kara's soft pubescent tit, the blonde teen stabbed two fingers through her sticky-sweet cunnie, panting as she masturbated to a panty-soaking orgasm.

The master licked the warm, creamy crevasse of Kara's trembling bosom, his stroking hand working faster and faster.

"Let me, master..please," begged Kara, slipping off the desktop, then folding to her knees beneath the wide desk, wrapping her cool, sticky fingers about her master's thick, veined erection, her hungry, drool-flecked, glossy pink lips slurping enthusiastically up and down her master's dribbling cock.

Only a few moments of Kara's loving mouth action were necessary to release the master's gushing flood of hot spunk. Kara moaned softly, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of sweet, squirting, man juice, tapered fingers milking the gasping bachelor's quivering balls to squeeze out every last salty drop.

Gazing up at her master with smoldering blue eyes, Kara licked her employer's relaxing prick clean, then she kissed the puckered tip before standing up and smoothing down her frilly short skirt.

"You may return to your duties, Miss Zor-El," panted the master raggedly, zipping up his dark slacks. "Tonight you will come with Miss Fairchild to serve my bedside brandy."

"Yes, sir," curtseyed Kara, before she passed by one of the study windows, covering her cum-stained lips to stifle her giggle when she spied Caitlin spread-eagled naked over the hood of the master's car, Pietr nuzzling Fairchild's fuzzy cunt and fingering her puckered bung.

*****

Six

Kara followed Caitlin up the stair, primping her bun of blonde hair, adjusting her lace cap and matching gloves. Fairchild swayed down the hallway balancing on her ebony stiletto heels, cradling the silver tray with the master's bedtime brandy.

"Could you get the master's door, Kara?" asked Caitlin, stepping aside for the petite teen girl.

"Sure, Kat," swallowed Kara, her gloved fingers shaking when she caught the brass knob and turned it.

The master was already reclining within his enormous four poster, the fire built high, the hot flames raging, giving the entire bedroom a sultry, shimmering glow.

"You two look beautiful tonight," smiled the master, as Caitlin set the tray on a bedside table and poured for her master, pendulous tits straining her low-cut maid's uniform. Fairchild handed the filled glass to Kara, who walked to the master's bed and offered it to him, her own flushed pink bosom displayed when she bent over from the waist.

The master accepted the glass of brandy, he sipped appreciatively, then nodded to the foot of the bed.

"Both of you stand there, then strip each other of your uniforms."

Blushing, the two young beauties obediently positioned themselves at the foot of the four poster facing their master. Haloed in flickering firelight, Caitlin and Kara slowly began taking off each other's clothes, hugging each other to unbutton their plunging black blouses, Caitlin's heavy breasts pillowing Kara's grinning angel face. Sighing, Kara stuck out her pink tongue, she licked Caitlin's warm, naked mammaries, little ivory teeth gnawing upon Fairchild's engorged, delicious, strawberry nipples.

The master enjoyed the show as Kara ran her tongue down Caitlin's bare stomach, then pressed her glowing cheeks between Fairchild's luscious pink thighs, unzipping the tall redhead's frilly skirt, then letting it fall before resuming an eager exploration of Caitlin's moist cunt.

Caitlin whimpered and arched her neck, biting a glossy ruby lip while she rubbed her sopping wet pussy against Kara's hungry, sucking lips. Bending over the kneeling blonde, Fairchild raked her nails across the twat-slurping teen girl's ivory skin, following the graceful arc of Kara's spine.

Kara lifted her honey-coated lips from Fairchild's dripping sex. Caitlin pulled Kara to her feet, then both naked maids kissed long and deep, Fairchild savoring the taste of her own cunnie juices upon young Kara's yielding mouth.

"Come to bed," beckoned the master, setting aside his empty brandy glass.

Clad only in their sharp ebony heels and fishnet stockings, Caitlin and Kara slinked into bed like two sleek cats in heat. Fairchild splayed her gleaming thighs and settled her gaping pussy over her master's ravenous mouth, she moaned when her employer locked his lips upon her hot, sticky labia, his tongue working through her moist, pouting vulva.

Kneeling between her master's spread-eagled legs, Kara cradled his hard, thick shaft, running her pink tongue up and down the network of throbbing, pulsating cock veins. When the master's urethra started to bead salty treat, Kara enfolded her master's prick tip with her warm, loving lips, suckling the prone man's swollen knob, soft mewling sounds coming from Kara's puckered rosebud mouth.

When the master's dick began bubbling semen in a steady trickle, Kara lapped the oozing discharge, then turned around so her pert ass faced her muff-munching employer. Squatting over her master's dripping rod, Kara pressed her gaping, puffy pussy onto the jutting pole between her legs, the golden-maned teen sobbed as inch after inch of hot, throbbing man meat slid up her clenching fuck passage, until the master's balls rested against her outspread pussy petals.

Caitlin and Kara bucked and humped in tandem, grinding their crotches onto their master's slurping mouth and spearing prick. Caitlin combed her gloved hands through her master's thick, dark hair, her sensual hips rolled, her parted thighs shuddered while the master's inflaming tongue coaxed a steady flow of nectar from her melting vagina, she sighed when the master's hands stroked her long, supple legs, ripping her fishnet stockings, then cupping her clenched buttocks, kneading the bucking redhead's flexing ass cheeks.

Kara rode her master's slamming cock faster and faster, her milky tits bouncing, her unbound gold hair flying as she humped the swelling length between her legs, impaling her yawning, drooling cunt. Leaning forward on her open palms, Kara's tight little ass pumped relentlessly as she fucked her spread-eagled employer, his slick shaft filling her contracting vagina.

Both sweaty maids climaxed with ragged moans, Caitlin arching her back as she flooded her master's guzzling mouth with warm ambrosia, Kara biting her lower lip when the master's blasting seed filled her young womb. The master was gasping after his two young mistresses climbed off of him, he enfolded both gleaming girls in his arms when they snuggled against him, their cool fingers touching, stroking their spent lover.

The End of Maid to Serve II

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