CHAPTER 4
Mali plopped down next to me as she was before. She kicked off the remainder of her cloths which were wrapped around her knees and ankles the whole time. She had a look of fear and bewilderment.
“Are you okay hun?” I inquired.
In a child-like voice, Mali murmured, “I never do that before with nobody.”
“Yessssss, very much. But only hand. Never mouth.”
She remained silent and just looked at me with her mouth gaping open. I lightly brushed my fingertips on her cheek.
I felt special to be her first, but I found it hard to believe that she hadn’t done anything before because of how she performed earlier. “You mean you’ve never done that? But you liked it, right?”
Now I understood what she was saying. I caressed her face and trailed my nails down the center of her chest to her side and down her thigh to her knee. She seemed to enjoy my soft caresses as much as I enjoyed giving them.
We sat in silence for a few awkward minutes. Neither of us really knew what to do next, but I think we both sensed that something more was about to happen. I noticed my brush on the nightstand and suddenly got an idea.
“Mali, would you mind brushing my hair before it dries?” “Okay.”
I got the brush from the dresser and sat back down but this time closer to her. It felt nice having someone else brush my hair. My mother used to do it for me when I was little, but that was different. There was something more special about having Mali do it for me. After Mali had my hair straightened out, I got a wicked idea.
“Mali,” I said while removing the towel from atop my breasts, “why don’t you brush a little lower?” I don’t think she understood because she began brushing my ends. “No, I mean here,” I boldly said while revealing my golden bush yet once more.
“You want I brush down there?” she asked with a look of surprise. “Yes, but be gentle because it’s gonna hurt me a little bit.”
“Don’t worry, I do very good job brush you.”
I couldn’t argue with that-a woman of confidence. I began to wonder if she performed this for Mrs. Manya before.
Mali knelt down on the floor in front of me without saying a word. She looked like she knew exactly what she wanted to do. Resting on her knees, she separated my legs at the knee and began to lightly move the brush over my thicket of hair being carful not to pull on them. She was as gentle as could be and had my hairs untangled in just a few strokes.
Each stroke sent electric sensations through my body. I loved the fact, too, that we could both be so free and open with our bodies.
Before long, I was dripping wet and again blushing with desire. I’m not sure if Mali sensed how much, but she just kept on combing my bosh over and over making me hornier with each stroke.
“Oh gawd Mali. You’ve got to do something more, I can’t stand this anymore,” I interrupted in an urgent need for something more. I didn’t know what I wanted or how to ask for it, so there was another awkward moment of silence similar to the one in the bathroom earlier.
She was waiting for me to say something. “What you that I do?”
“Just… touch me or something,” I pleaded with desperation in my voice. It was obvious that I was really turned on.
I took Mali’s hand and placed it over my labia. At this point I wanted just about anything. She had me so fired up that I could feel my lips opening like a flower inviting her touch.
Mali pressed her fingers into the top of my slit stroking my needy clitoris. All the waiting and anticipation had gotten me hornier than I could remember. Seeing the brush next to me, I had a sudden impulse to have her fuck me with it. It was by far the kinkiest thing I’d ever concocted, but that didn’t matter.
“Here, use this.” I instructed Mali on how to do it. I’ve used vibrators and other toys before but never a brush. The brush had a smooth plastic handle that narrowed at the top of the comb but was thick and rounded at the base.
My pussy was so wet that it absorbed the handle with very little effort. I showed Mali how I wanted it by removing it some and then reinserting it. She took it out and slid it in-each time further until she got it all in and well lubricated.
Mali face looked very focused as she stared in awe. I couldn’t imagine that she’d ever been asked to perform this before unless her boss was a total and complete pervert. Well, I can’t say I’m far from there because I was getting fucked by my maid with a hairbrush! And it felt great!
Mali concentrated on fucking me slowly but each time I felt the tip of the brush all the way in side me I wanted it more and more.
“Ahhhh, that feels good. You can go faster if you want.”
She increased the tempo a little bit-just enough that it was noticeable. The force of her hand making contact with my clitoris sent shockwaves through me. I began to feel delirious from the intensity of the fucking she was giving me. Never had I felt this good from sex before-never.
“Ahhhhhhh, yes. Yes Mali. Don’t stop. Hmmmmmmm,” I purred and I cooed becoming more and more lost in a sexual crescendo with each pump. I could see the muscles in Mali’s wrist and upper arm. It was nice to see her make such an effort to pleasure me.
My body began to shake quiver and tense up in the first throws of orgasm. “Ohhhhh, ohhhHH OHHHHH , yeaaaaa, yeaaaaaAAA, YEAAAA,” I cooed between pumps. “OH YESSSS, DON’T STOP MALI!! DON’T STOPPPPPP!” I bawled.
I pressed my two forefingers firmly down on my clitoris increasing the intensity of my orgasm. Then suddenly what was building and building just rocked me. I clamped my legs shut around her arm touching my knees together. Lost in one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had to date, I accidently pushed Mali arm back enough to take the handle out with it. Wave after wave of mini-orgasms continued to rock through me. Each one continued on the next. Through all this, I kept my fingers glued to my
clitoris, which I could feel throbbing. This was fucking amazing. I didn’t want it to end.
Mali just watched as I continued on in my sexual trance. I could see the look in her was one of curiosity.
By instinct, I pulled by the neck toward and firmly guided her toward my gaping pussy.
“Kiss me,” I instructed with more authority in my voice than I had expected. I meant it more out of passion, as I was in the midst of sexual bliss.
“What I do?” Mali asked with an innocent stare.
And she did.
“Kiss it, put your mouth on my lips between my hair.” I’d imagined my lips were exposed enough that she could see those red puffy lips demanding attention.
The moment I felt Mali’s tongue touch my labia my body went into another convulsion.
“Oh yeaaaaaaaaa aaaa aaaaa, that’s it,” I moaned between broken breaths, “I’m gonna come again!” I screamed. This time I frigged myself even more. The tip of her tongue penetrated me. I could feel her soft lips on my lips and her pointy tongue inside me. Right at the peak, I felt a quick gush of juice shoot out of me-something I’d never felt before. Mali pulled her face back quickly from the sudden surprise of it, then hesitantly returned her face to my pussy.
“Whewwww, okay okay, stop.” I pulled back and from her unskilled yet capable tongue.
I scooted back a bit and noticed the wet spot on the sheet. I could feel the wetness between my ass crack as well. I laid back and closed my eyes with my legs sprawled and my pussy on full display. My pussy hairs were all meshed together from my gooey nectar. My pussy lips were pink and swollen.
I didn’t hear Mali leave, as I went into a little cat nap. When I awoke, I was still in the nude above my sheets. My body felt more relaxed than ever before, so I didn’t bother getting up to go to the bathroom to freshen up. I just rolled over and wrapped the covers around me and went into a slumber.
The next day rolled around and my first thought was Mali. I thought about the new sexual heights I (or we) had so effortlessly achieved, and what more would come from this new exploration. Mali and I had a lot more experimenting to do-my sexually gifted lover, my friend and my maid.