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Mrs. Ellenora Farnsworth was on the brink of loosing
control, teetering, wobbling and then she fell, hard.
The sight of Sara standing there, placing the canned
goods on the shelves in the pantry; her short skirt
of her maid's uniform riding up over her backside
with each can that she placed, it was too much.
Ellenora crossed the floor and quietly reached around
Sara's slight eighteen year-old frame and lightly
caressed her breasts through the sheer black fabric.
Sara stopped dead in her tracks, her hand slid off
the can that she had just placed on the shelf and she
stood there perfectly still, both hands gripping the
edge of the shelf. Ellenora came close to her ear as
she continued to caress her servant.

"Have I startled you?"
"Yes ma'am, quite."
"Do I scare you?"
"Yes ma'am, a little."
"Do you want me to stop?"

Sara's mind focused on the fire that was starting
to burn deep within her, the excitement that was now
causing slight, subtle changes in her body; the hair
standing up on the back of her neck, the tingling
as her nipples responded to the touch of another, the
fluttering of her lower belly that traveled down to the
region between her legs, her knees as they started to
wobble. Her hesitation for her answer was brief.

"No ma'am, please don't stop, if it pleases you to continue."

Ellenora slid her hands around to the back of
Sara's uniform and moved her long blonde braid to one
side. Her fingers trembled as she grasped the zipper and
slid it down her back. She then grasped the clasp of her
bra and unfastened it, too. Her heart was pounding in her
chest as she slid her now shaking hands under the cloth
to again reach around the girl and fondle her bare breasts.

Sara's heart skipped a beat as her otherwise so proper mistress'
cool hands made contact with parts of her body that had to this
point never been touched by another human being. Her mind reeled
as her deepest, most secret desires were coming to pass; could
she remain in control of her self enough to stay standing
still and let her mistress have her pleasure? Could she suppress
her emotions and reactions to retain her composure? In all her
fantasies that involved her lady, Sara would never do anything
that was not ordered by her mistress, not even moving her hand
unless instructed to do so. This was why she now stood immobile,
frozen as Ellenora's hands explored her body. Her face flushed
as she felt Ellenora's hot breath and then her lips on the
nape of her neck, and then the full length of her body
pressing against her back and buttocks.

"You seem as if you don't want me touching you, my dear."
"Please, Mistress Ellie, don't stop, I beg you, please keep going."
"But why do you stand so still?"
"Please mistress, you may do with me as you wish."

Ellenora now began to understand why her maid was always
happy at her duties. It had never occurred to her that
Sara's motivation was emotional, taking pleasure more
from pleasing her than the nature of the task.

"Its all right, Sara, just stand there for me."

Ellenora untied the bow that held Sara's apron and
thusly the rest of her uniform, and then gently took
each of Sara's hands from the shelves, and removed
the top of her black dress, then placing her hands on
the counter top, let the dress fall to the floor. She
lifted each of her young subject's feet and stepped
her out of the garment.

Ellenora scooched on her haunches and moved in front
of the girl and began her ascent. She slid her hands
up over the black stockings; continuing up, tracing up
her garters and over the silky panties and then the
rough fabric of her garter belt. At the top of the belt,
Ellie paused, caressing the bony out curve of her hips
as she pressed her lips against Sara's belly licking
her navel. The fluttering of Sara's stomach was the
first definite reaction that she had shown. Ellenora
then continued up over her belly, running her hands
over the ripples of Sara's ribs until both her hands
and her lips arrived at their next destination together.

Sara's eyes were closed , now, as she fought hard to
control her body although Ellie's kisses wracked her with
instant shock waves, and she involuntarily jumped at
each contact between her mistress' soft lips and tongue
and her own firm flesh. Adding to the turmoil between body
and mind was the fact that Ellenora's hand was now tracing
lazy lines up and down over the silky material that still
covered her virgin womanhood.

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As Ellie's lips encircled Sara's nipple, and her tongue
flicked over the hard bit of flesh, her free hand had
another mission. Ellenora's hand was now more than tracing
lazy circles on Sara's panties, and her fingers were
caressing up and down over her vagina. The sensations
were more than Sara's well trained control could handle
and she let a low soft moan escape her lips as Ellie's
fingers lightly stroked up over her clit. The fire in her
thighs was now bordering on being out of control, there
was no possible way that she could stop herself now.
Even if her mistress should end her explorations, she
would finish herself right there.

Ellenora sensed Sara's inpatients, and decided to leave
xthe suppleness of the young girl's breast and turn her
attention to the area that needed it the most. As Ellie's
tongue slid down over her maid's belly, the fluttering
was noticeably more intense than the last time she visited
the region. Her fingers slid under the top of the black
silk fabric and slowly slid the panties down over Sara's
slender legs. The feeling of Ellie's breath, as it wafted
over Sara's pubic hair was as exciting to the girl as the
scent of her excitement was to her mistress.

Closer, closer, "What is she waiting for?" was the only
conscious thought that Sara could muster as her body was
reeling with pleasure and anticipation. She could feel
Ellie's hot breath, and the rush of cool air as Ellie
inhaled deeply. Closer still, the light, oh so gentle
brushing of her lady's lips over her soft tuft of hair,
with each shaft sending the vibrations to her already
overloaded senses. The tension building like a stretched
balloon, one touch could burst it. Closer, closer, years
passed as Ellie's lips bit at her hair, from the safety of
that which covered her pantie line, down over the
oh-so-sensitive area of her clit and vagina and back up.
Nipping, pulling, teasing, the pressure building to the
point of Sara not knowing if her body might actually explode.
Far greater than anything ever felt before. Never known
ability to feel... closer, so close, yet not yet,..
please, please, can't move. closer, YES the warm moistness
of her tongue, finally, relief, yes,... wait? No not relief,
Yet still further up the heights of pleasure. No, it can't
be, there can't be more without end, Can't stand more, Feel
her tongue, slowly plying, searching, tasting. But, only
her tongue, not her lips, too.

Sara stood there, head back, eyes closed, feeling nothing
but the firmness of Ellenora's hands as they held her hips
and the blue fire of her tongue as it stroked up and down
over the ever increasing wetness of her outer vaginal folds.
She wanted release, she needed release. She could have
reached down and pulled her mistress' head closer and
sought release; but her body, save for the pleasure
between her legs, was as if dead, or better even,
non-existent. There was only her pleasure, and that was
beyond her control. She could merely accept what was given.

Finally, Ellie's hands shifted, and an earthquake rocked
up Sara's spine as the hands cupped her backside. Shock
waves as she felt the tongue probe deeper and lips make
contact with her soft skin, deeper, deeper, filling her,
but still no release. Pressure from her lips pressing harder,
so that the tongue could go deeper still. A slow fog rolling
over her, a bright light in the distance, fog thicker,
dulling the light as the wetness of mouth and virginity
mingled. Drowning in the sea of fog. Only one way out,
only one way, must have it, please give it, can't stand
it, lip brushing, moving the protective skin, exposure.
tongue withdraws, fog thicker,... tongue searching upward
seeking that which needs to be found. Tentative contact,
fog thicker, the light grows brighter. Fog clears and the
blinding light pierces into her. searing heat as her body
explodes, releasing all that has built up. With the force
of a hundred pounds of TNT, tripping fault lines all up and
down her frame. The sound of silence is too loud to bear.

Ellenora had teased the poor girl enough, and she finally
turned her attention to her clit. Sara's response was as
she had expected. All the build up came crashing down as did
the flood of fresh fluid into her mouth. the only audible
sound was a slight whimper as her orgasm rocked through her
small body. She clutched tighter to her ass, pulling the
writhing girl closer to her still as she sucked in on the
trigger of her pleasure. Sara's knees may have been barely
able to hold her up, but her thighs were still strong
enough to clamp on Ellie's face as the spasms rolled
through her.

As Sara regained the use of her body. Ellie let go
of her grip and sank back against the cabinet doors,
her feet still beneath her, but her knees spread. Sara
sank to the floor in front of her mistress and looked
into her eyes. Tears were in her eyes and her mouth
formed the words 'thank you', but no sound was made.
From her desire to truly thank her lady, she reached
under Ellie's skirt, but as her hand made contact with
Ellenora's now wet panties, her lady grabbed her wrist.

"No, please, not now."
"But I want to..."
"No, there will be time for that later."