CHAPTER 19


 

CATRINA WAS FRUSTRATED. Sasha hadn't given her the satisfaction she craved. She needed to release some pent up energy. Calling her housekeeper, she instructed her to send up the new maid that she had hired three weeks earlier. The girl had been a waitress at a restaurant she was dining at with some clients. During the meal, she teased the pretty Hispanic, making her laugh and blush, all the while imagining what it would be like to get her into her bed. Afterwards, she placed a large tip in her hand, along with a business card. On the back was a note offering her a job as a personal maid along with a salary quote she knew the girl couldn't refuse. Now the girl would earn her pay.

"What's your name again?"

"Helena, ma'am," answered the girl shyly.

"Well, Helena. Do you know why I sent for you?"

"No, ma'am. It's very late."

"Yes, it is and I can't sleep. Come here!"

Catrina patted the mattress next to where she was lying. When the girl sat down, Catrina began stroking her long black hair.

"You have beautiful hair, Helena. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Si, my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Such a waste. Men don't know how to treat women. Have you ever been with a woman, Helena?"

"No…no, ma'am."

"Good. Then you're in for a treat tonight. Remove your clothes."

"Please, ma'am. I don't like girls that way."

"You don't know what you like. Do as I say."

"Ma'am, please. I don't want to do this."

"I said remove your clothes. Or do you want me to call in one of my men and have them removed?"

"No."

Catrina watched the young woman reluctantly take off her dress, slip and underwear.

"Good, now get into bed."

Frightened, Helena climbed into bed and knelt next to her employer. Catrina settled back onto the sheets spreading her legs.

"Eat me," she ordered.

"Ms. Drenkova, please. I can't." Helena was frightened.

"You can and will and you'll do it right or I'll call in my bodyguards and give you to them. You understand me?"

"Ye... yes. What do I do?" Tears streamed down the maid's cheeks.

"Well, first you can stop the tears. I don't like weepy little girls. Then you can put your head between my legs and lick my pussy like it was the best thing you ever tasted and I'd better believe it too."

Helena knelt down looking at the curly hair. With her finger and thumb she separated the lips and lowered her head. The warm musky scent wasn't unpleasant but when she started to touch the moist skin with her tongue she gagged. Quickly, she looked up to see if Catrina had noticed. The woman's expression frightened her. Swallowing, she leaned down and tried it again, choking back another gag.

"SA-MI LINGI PIZDA, TARFA!" Catrina yelled, angered by the girl's obvious revulsion. Terrified, Helena worked her tongue harder. "Good! Very good. Now long slow strokes for awhile and then quick flicks of your tongue," Catrina ordered. "I can't believe your boyfriend never went down on you," she commented disgustedly.

Helena continued lapping at the woman's vulva and lips. If she held her breath and thought about her boyfriend, she found she could perform reasonably well. Hopefully, her employer would grow tired of her and let her go back to her room. Then she'd pack her bags and leave at the first opportunity after a good gargle with mouth wash.

"Harder!" demanded Catrina. "I want to feel your tongue. I want it buried inside of me."

When the maid hesitated, Catrina grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face hard into her groin.

"I said harder and deeper. If you don't make me cum soon, I'll make sure my boys at least get the pleasure of those lips and tongue of yours. Do you understand me?"

Helena nodded and began working her tongue vigorously over the slick area. When she heard the woman moan, she increased the pressure, stroking the opening rapidly.

"Yes, that's it. There... good... yes..." groaned Catrina. "Harder... mmmm... good... good," she gasped.

When the orgasm hit, she held the girl's head tightly against her until her muscles relaxed.

"Excellent, Helena," she purred, feeling satiated. "I knew you'd be good."

"Th... Thank you, ma'am," Helena whispered, wanting to escape as quickly as possible. The taste in her mouth revolted her but she knew better than to show it. "Can I go now, please?"

Catrina scowled. "You can go when I say you can go. The night's still young, Helena. Rest for a bit. Then we'll try it again. Do you like the way I taste?"

"Ye... Yes ma'am." the maid lied, swallowing back the bile that kept trying to work its way up her throat.

"I knew you would think so. What did I tell you? You’re wasting yourself on your boyfriend. If you please me again, I might make you my special maid. Would you like that?"

"Yes, ma'am," Helena murmured, despondently.