CHAPTER 3
When we reached my room, I was still in disbelief and in a super plain voice said. “Um, thank you for the bath, it was… nice.” How ironic that now I’m the one fishing for words.
“You are welcome, I am happy always to do wash for you,” she said so matter of factly, as if it were expected of her.
“Well,” I said with slight hesitation in my voice, “why don’t you stay around and watch TV with me for a little while?” I said in an obviously awkward voice.
“Okay,” she easily agreed.
After Mali was inside, I made sure she noticed me lock the door. It was a nice yet subtle way of telling her that this was going farther than just watching the tube. As I approached the bed, I could see the look in her eyes telling me that she, too, wanted something. This made me feel in control of the situation.
I turned on the tele and sat next to her on the edge of the bed with the towel tightly wrapped around my body up to my shoulders. She sat at the edge of the bed with her hands folded in her lap in her normal silence waiting for me to make a move. At this point, I realized that Mali is the type of person that does not speak unless spoken to. Her submissive personality tweaked my curiosity as to how she knew how to do all the wonderful things she did to my body to make me come so hard, yet sit there with such innocence.
“Okay, stand up and look at me,” I instructed. “Let me ask you a question,” I said as I prepared to ask her about her lesbian prowess.
“That thing we did in there, in the bathroom…” I said with a pause. Interrupting me, Mali said, “The wash?”
“Yes, the wash.” It struck me as cute that she referred to it as ‘the wash’.
“… um, where did you learn to do that?” The question sounded awkward to me, but Mali didn’t show any reaction.
“Training.”
“The person I work for before here.”
“You mean you washed her body like you washed mine?” “Yes, for the job.”
“Well, ” I said, “that explains your superior skills.” I said matter-of-factly. “Thank you. I glad you like.”
I looked at her with confusion on my face. “Training? What do you mean? What kind of training?”
I was in total shock. Jaw dropped and everything. I couldn’t believe it. Her former boss was a total pervert, too, who had knowingly convinced Mali that she was to be expected to do all that.
Mali was so cute with her shyness. I couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing her forehead. I tried to make her feel comfortable about explaining to me everything her former boss and seductress had made her do.
“She told me she lady of house. She say I need take good care of her. I follow always her instructions. She boss.”
“Uh-huh, go on,” I said listening earnestly.
“What happened?”
“This part I shy to tell.”
“Oh, just tell me, please,” I begged.
“This night she different. She drink very much wine.” I help her walk out of bathtub to dry her with towel. Then, she surprise me,” Mali continued speaking of the first time anything sexual had occurred.
After a short pause she continued explaining.
“She take her hands up my shirt under bra. She have both in her hands and she squeeze me,” Mali was describing Mrs. Manya cupping her breasts and nipples for the first time. “I begin like very much but I don’t know what I say. She then take hand and touch my cloths on bottom.”
I imagined this sultry older woman cupping one breast while feeling up Mali through her cloths.
“Then she take my hand under cloths and I feel very good,” Mali described in the best English she knew.
“Then what,” I said anticipating her telling me if she came or not. I could tell she was getting a shyer now– probably from her broken English. Trying to ease her, I asked, “and she make you get a rush down there just like you do for me?”
Looking at me as with a face of relief from not having to find the words, she said, “Yes, and it was best feeling ever!” she answered with vigor. “Then she tell me that I need do this for her every time I do the wash.”
At this point it was time for me to take control. I had heard enough. Now I wanted her more than ever before.
“Can you stand up for me?” I asked, gesturing by reaching for her wrist and pulling her up.
“Okay.”
“So, now I want to be Mrs. Manya.”
Mali looked at me almost confused.
“I want to do the things to you that Mrs. Manya did to you but better.”
Standing directly in front of me with her waist and hips at face level, I drew her closer to me and lightly ran my hands along her sides. I brought them
back under her shirt and slowly peeling it upwards I planted soft sensual kisses on her abdomen. She did not resist me completely removing the t- shirt, so I helped her take it off.
Mali was almost completely flat-chested, so she did not need to wear a bra. She had distinct nipples that looked like little raisons. They were a dark brown, which contrasted with the rest of her pale complexion.
Not able to resist the temptation any further, my hungry lips found her wanting nipples. I sucked on them with a vigor and passion that I never knew was I’d had.
Meanwhile, my hands moved down her soft skin to her petite butt and firmly squeezed them while pulling her toward me. My kisses on her nipples must have been having an effect because each time I would switch, she’d hold my head as if to prevent me from stopping.
My suckling went on for a while. Sensing the time was right, I plied my hands under her pants and again squeezed her soft flesh. She was wearing some loose rugged pants that allowed me to easily fit my hands inside. I carefully brought my hands to the buckle and without hesitation unbuttoned and unzipped them. Changing nipples yet again gave me a chance to look up at Mali for her approval. I returned my sultry kisses and in one easy motion was able to pull her pants down to her knees.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” I paused. “No,” Mali replied in her standard naive voice.
I rubbed the crotch of her panties feeling its warmth and evident moistness. “I want to do what Mrs. Manya did to you.”
I placed deliberate kisses on and below her belly button. I easefully pulled her underwear down to her knees where her pants were. I then slid down the
bed to where I was sitting on bended knees directly facing her puffy patch of hair. I observed the dark stringy patch with lusty anticipation. She was untrimmed as well, but not nearly as messy as me, but despite this I could clearly see her darkened lips jutting out beneath all the hair.
“You are beautiful,” I said while looking up into Mali’s eyes. “Thank you,” Mali replied.
I closed my eyes and burrowed my face into her forest. I used my hands to hold her hair out of the way and my thumbs to separate her lips. My tongue plunged into her already open slit. Her juices on my tongue were sweet and tart. She tasted and smelled so good that I developed a rhythm of plunging my tongue into her each time while wiggling it inside her love canal before licking up to the top of her slit. This was getting immediate reactions, as Mali gently moved her hips in stride with me.
“Ah…. Yea…” were Mali’s reactions in between breaths and the strokes of my exploring tongue.
Sensing her enjoyment, I concentrated my mouth on her pussy and pushed as much of my tongue into her as I could. I got a better grip by holding her ass cheeks in each hand. While I was doing this, Mali assisted me by gyrating her hips to my face. This kept my mouth totally attached to her. I was able to tickle her clitoris with my nose. She was so very wet and my face was soaked as a result.
I was devouring Mali’s pussy with everything I had and she was humping my face with concentrated and controlled thrusts. Mali’s hands gripped the back of my head and pulled me to her. I simultaneously I squeezed her soft ass cheeks in my passionate grip.
Mali then froze up. “Uh, uh, ah,” she said almost like the fire before the storm. It looked as though she’d taken a deep breath. Then not three seconds
later she tilted her head back and let herself free. I could feel her thigh muscles tighten and see her belly contracting.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Mali cooed in squeaky voice as her orgasm swept over her. I kept my tongue lodged in her tasting her flow. Her clitoris was right in front of me quivering in ecstasy. It took a steady and firm grip on her sides to make sure she kept her balance and enjoyed the sensations rocking through her frail body.
She just looked at me with an inward smile and stood still. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed where I was earlier. My pussy was again aching and it was very apparent that I needed relief.