In the dressing room, Nita was also coming. Oh my God! Nita screamed silently; to herself. What's happening to me? I've never felt like this before. My head's coming apart! My pussy's on fire! Oh, oh, oh! Whatever it is, I hope it never stops!!!
Nita leaned against the door jamb, her lower lip clenched between her teeth to prevent her from screaming out her pleasure. Her entire body was shaking with lust and the force of her orgasm. She had pulled and pinched her nipples until they were red and swollen and slightly sore.
Mary held onto Roger's ass, her hands behind his buttocks, keeping him in place while she fucked him, finishing off her own orgasm and getting the last drop of come from his prick. The walls of her cunt contracted, squeezing his prick, coaxing all the come out of him. Only then did she release him and lie back on the floor, exhausted.
Nita was also exhausted. Her hand was still in her cunt, but it wasn't moving any longer. Every muscle in her body quivered as though she had the chills. She had masturbated before, but it had never felt like this!
Roger withdrew his dong from Mary's cunt. It was coated with a mixture of their fuck juices. It dangled, still in a half-hard state, as he sat back on his heels.
Mary gave him a big smile. 'That was pretty good, fellow. Got any more where that came from?'
'Oh, we might be able to find another shot or two if we work at it.'
'Well, big boy, you just climb up here on the bed with me and let's see what we can work out.'
They climbed back onto the bed and lay side by side, resting for a few moments.
Nita had mixed emotions about them. She had hoped that she could somehow get out of the room. She also wanted to hang around and watch what else they did. She felt guilty, excited, ashamed, and hopeful, all at the same time.
Roger started caressing Mary's thigh, working his way upward toward her love triangle.
Nita sat down. She couldn't come again standing up. That would kill her. She was part way out in the door, but she didn't care. She wanted to watch the action on the bed and she wanted to get herself off again. Shame and guilt would have to move over for a while. She'd deal with those feelings later. The only feeling she was interested in now was the one she got when she fingered her clit.
Roger soon had Mary's legs spread wide again and was playing with her cunt, caressing it and separating its wet lips, revealing it in all its glory, the pink, glistening cuntal mouth wide open. Flattening himself between Mary's thighs, he licked at her cunt, then buried his head deep into her crotch as his tongue wormed into her cunt. Mary submissively drew her legs back so he could get his tongue deeper inside her lewd love box.
Nita started working on her clit again. This time, instead of pulling and pinching her nipples, she used the other hand to shove two fingers up her twat so she could finger fuck herself as she fingered her clit. The combination was more pleasurable than the way she'd done it earlier.
Mary groaned with delight, grinding her buttocks around. Her first orgasm had been wonderful, but nothing compared to coming on someone's tongue. Her feelings of lewdness and depravity were sublime. Roger had fucked her very well indeed. She'd have to add him to her secret little list of available cocks. She closed her eyes and undulated her buttocks around.
Roger reached under Mary with both hands, cupping her firm ass cheeks and lifting her ass so her cunt was more accessible to his mouth and tongue. His tongue made several passes up and down her slit, then settled on her rigid clit and began working it unmercifully.
Nita began coming again, the climax catching her by surprise. She squealed, then clamped her mouth shut quickly. Fortunately, Mary had also let out a yell at the same instant, masking Nita's cry. The girl was still safe, but only for the moment. She was coming so hard she lost her head and flopped around on the floor.
Dame Fortune kept smiling on Nita. She flopped back into the dressing room instead of out into the bedroom. When she could no longer stand the fantastic sensations pouring from her crotch, Nita pulled her hands away and lay on the floor, curled up in a fetal position, waiting for her emotions to subside.
Nita crawled back to the door and peeked into the bedroom just in time to see Roger crawl up over Mary in reverse and lower his head back into the woman's sexy crotch. Mary took his cock in her mouth and began sucking.
Nita realized that neither of them could see her if she stayed low and hurried to the door. She crawled as fast as she could, her tits dangling out of her blouse, her hands and knees skipping across the thick plush carpet without making a sound. She pulled the bedroom door shut behind her so quietly even she couldn't hear it. Then she stood and hastily made her way to her room.
Chapter Two
Nita tried to stay away from Mary the next day. When she had learned that a room in the house came with the job, Nita had been happy. It meant she didn't have to travel all the way across town every morning and evening. It also meant that Nita could leave home, something she was very anxious to do. Mary had explained that Nita would be on call at any time, but that hadn't made any difference to Nita. She didn't have that much to do at night anyway. Now she wasn't so sure she liked being in the house all the time. That made it a lot more difficult to stay away from Mary.
Mary noticed that Nita was keeping to herself. She decided not to say anything just yet. She had to smile when she saw the elaborate pains Nita took to announce her presence in the master bedroom. The girl turned on all the lights, left cleaning items lying in the middle of the floor, and waited until the last minute to make the bed. Such antics went on for several days before Sam returned. That seemed to relieve Nita's mind.
Mary had interviewed Nita for the job the day Sam was leaving on his trip. He had seen the girl, but only for a few moments as he was on his way out the door. The evening of his return, Mary called Nita from her room and asked the girl to join Mary and Sam in the living room.
'Sam wants to get acquainted,' Mary said, suppressing a wicked smile.
'Okay,' Nita answered, not suspecting where the act of 'getting acquainted' was going to lead. She had bathed earlier, much to her relief. She didn't want to meet the man of the house looking and smelling like a work horse.
Sam was sitting on the large divan, a cocktail glass in his hand, when Mary and Nita entered the room. He gave his wife a big smile.
'Hello, Nita. I'm Sam. Mary tells me that you've never done this kind of work before.'
'That's right, sir. I graduated from high school last month and needed a way to earn money for college. Mrs. Roberts was kind enough to give me a job.'
'Nita, we're very informal around here. Don't use titles and sir and all that with us. Makes us feel old. Just Sam and Mary will do fine. Do you know where you'll be going to college?'
'Well, I hope State. I've applied, but I haven't heard yet.'
'Good. Mary and I both graduated from State. It's a good school. We're happy for you that you're making an effort to improve yourself.' He patted the cushion next to him. 'Here, sit down and have a drink with us. Mary will even play the servant tonight and get it for you. Martini?'
'Well, gee, I don't know, Mr., uh, Sam. Mostly all I've ever had is beer. And not much of that.'
'Then you'll like a martini,' Mary assured the girl. 'It's not like anything you've ever tasted.'
Nita sat on the divan where Sam had indicated and accepted the cocktail glass from Mary. Her hand shook slightly, making the liquid slosh around, nearing the rim of the glass.
'Don't be nervous,' Mary said soothingly, quietly. 'Just relax and get acquainted with us. We don't keep barriers between us and the people who work for us.'
Nita smiled weakly, then took a sip of her drink. It tasted slightly sharp in her mouth. She felt nothing else for several seconds. Then the potent liquid hit her stomach with a sharp blow-sort of like a soft sledge hammer punching her innards.
'Whew!' Nita said, screwing up her face. 'That's… powerful stuff!'
'Isn't it?' Mary asked, smiling again. As she had hoped, it wasn't going to take much to get the girl drunk. Or at least tipsy enough that she wouldn't object to what Sam wanted to do. And what Mary wanted to watch Sam do.
