Novella
SERVANT TWO-THIRTY-SIX CHAPTER 5(Mg* Pedo Inc Cons & Non-cons BDSM MC Anal)By Phil E. Hebe
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Chapter 5
I could not believe how quickly the three weeks went by. It was time for her to go back to the Club. Sunday morning I had Sharon take a shower and dress in a simple frock. No use getting all dressed up just to undress when we got there. At the Club hotel I parked the pickup truck in the adjoining lot, took her to the servant registration desk and signed her in. The young servant looked her name up on the computer and said, "Your lucky, no duties for you until Wednesday. Mr. Reed has reserved you for the first of the week."
We parted company there, she to the servants' quarters, and I back to my truck. There was no way that I was going to watch my daughter while she was in the care of Mr. Reed.
After work on Wednesday I decided to have supper at the club and see how Sharon was doing. I got seated at the same table as the two men who were looking into building on Northern Island. I asked them how things looked.
"Glad you asked. We expect the drawing from our architect soon. We would like your bid on the project after you see the plans. There is one stipulation; you use the subcontractors as listed in the general instructions. As you will see most of them are members of the club and a few others are personal friends of ours."
"Even if that means I will have to bid higher due to their higher subcontractor bids?"
"Yes, you will find we are a pretty tight community here and look out for each other even if it may cost a few more bucks."
I saw my daughter half way through the meal; she was a bus-girl. I heard that was quite a plum job for someone who just finished her training, because it got her out among the members to be seen. Sharon was removing dishes from table seven which was across the room.
There is a protocol between members and servants when they are in the public areas. We treat each other with respect, no comments about their nudity, no propositioning in either direction. The two can only talk about the job the servant is assigned, or the member can only ask what the servant's number is. The servants can flirt, in a way, by swishing their tail. I am reminded of a hula dancer when they do it, cocking their hips rapidly back and forth making the tail swing, but instead of doing it multiple times like the Hawaiians do in a grass skirt, the servants only do it once to attract attention. Sharon did it, and I could tell she had not got it down pat. She needed more practice.
Her buttocks were red again, Reed's doing, I was sure. What really caught my attention was how she stood up straight and moved with confidence. It may have only been a bus-girl job, but she was naked in close proximity to all those men for the first time, and I wondered how she would take it. She had a big smile on her face and talked directly to the men she was bussing for. I was happy to see her enjoying herself; it relieved a lot of my fears.
When I got back to the room I phoned the front desk and asked if servant Eight-oh-one was available in the next day or two.
"I am sorry, Sir, Eight-oh-one is booked solid for the next month. Would you care to be added to her schedule?"
"Yes." We figured out a date when Sharon would be at the club and I booked Eight-oh-one for one day that week.
For that night I took pot luck and told them to send one up that was available. She was Indian, dark skin, small high ass. I engaged in some small talk. Even though it was not necessary I felt kind of foolish just jumping her bones immediately. She had been at the club for six years and was looking forward to college next year. Someone at the Club promised to get her forged documents. She loves the U.S. and hoped to stay for the rest of her life. I wished her luck.
We started in bed with her sucking on my two fingers just like the others did and my penis rose to the occasion. When I indicated I wanted oral sex I think she was surprised. Apparently it was not high on the menu with other members, but I could think of no other way to see her cunny close up.
I had her lay down on the bed face up with a pillow under her buttocks. I straddled her so my penis was close to her mouth and her sex was below my face. With her legs spread wide and her knees in the air, I got a good view of her pussy. Unlike my daughter, her inner lips were sparse. I had no trouble finding her clitoris since it was not hidden by the hood. I licked her pink flesh and to my delight she too tasted of licorice. My tongue found her vagina and I wiggled it deep inside her. I was rewarded with a gush of her sweet nectar.
At the same time she was doing marvelous things to my penis. She was running her nails up and down my shaft and at the same time nibbling at my glans. Her other hand found my anus and she pushed a finger deep inside it. I could swear she tickled my prostate. My curiosity resolved I switched back to laying next to her. She had breasts about the size of Sharon's and I sucked, kissed, licked and tickled them for a while. At the same time she was still playing with my cock and balls.
"How do you want your sex?" she asked once I was ready to insert my drooling cock into her body.
"Vaginal, you on top."
So she got on top of me and slowly, oh so slowly she moved up and down on my cock. When I could stand it no longer, I took her by the hips and pumped myself into her hot, tight pussy until I ejaculated. She waited until I fully relaxed then got off, picked up her purse and ran to the john. While she was flushing the semen out I got my wallet and picked out a bill.
Back out of the washroom she thanked me for choosing her and asked that I remember her number for next time. I kissed her on the lips and gave her the fifty dollar gratuity. That was one of the things I was told, we do not tip the servants, we give them a gratuity; normally fifty for the first two tiers, drones and plebeians; a hundred for the third tier servants; and one-fifty for the courtesans.
Not wanting to run up my points any further then they were, I stayed home until Sunday afternoon, only visiting the club long enough to get my sessions in with Dr. Franklin, the hypnotist.
Sharon was ready and waiting for me when I went to pick her up on Saturday afternoon. I checked her out and we piled into the truck for the drive home.
Sharon went into her purse and pulled out a wad of bills. "Look how much I made. Two-hundred-and-fifty dollars in gratuities"
"How many assignments did you have?" I was careful to use the correct verbiage.
"Four. The man that tied me down and spanked me gave me a hundred because he liked me so much. He said he would see me again next month."
"You didn't mind that he spanked you?"
"It hurts, sure, but it also aroused me and I liked the bigger gratuity." Then she added, "Can we go to the mall? I want to buy some clothes with my money."
"You don't have to spend your money on clothes. You know I'll pay."
"No, I want to spend the money I earned on clothes for myself."
"Okay, I won't argue, but can you hold off until next weekend?"
"Okay." But it was a disappointed okay.
As soon as we got home we peeled each other's clothes off. We went right back to our frenzied sex. One would have thought I was a sex fiend that didn't have sex for a year and she was no better. As soon as Marie left on Monday we were naked, hugging and kissing one another. We went down on each other, her for her chocolate and me for my licorice. I loved her smooth, young body. I could not help but lick it all over. She laughed a lot from my tickling tongue. She hugged my face to her breast as I suckled her nipples. She clamped my head between her legs as I licked her vulva. She guided my finger to her anus.
Just like she was supposed to, she wore her tail for a couple hours every night. On the second day back she showed me how to insert it and pump it up until the gauge on the pump read twenty pounds. I marveled how it opened the anus. "Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. I could not believe that it wouldn't. No anus should be opened that much.
"Not hurt, but I am very much aware that it is inside of me, spreading me."
The next night she put the tail plug in me. She pumped it up to ten pounds, half of what I did to her. Aware was not the right word, a flag pole up my ass would have been more descriptive. I was sure my anus was as stretched as it could get. Despite a most uncomfortable feeling, I was aroused. My penis was fully erect and stayed that way while the tail was in.
Saturday, Sharon and I went shopping at the mall. At one store she bought frilly button down the front blouses and tight fitting wool miniskirts. When the sales clerk suggested undergarments, Sharon politely said she was not interested. At another she purchased tight tees that clung to the contour of her small breasts and hot pants that left the bottom of her ass cheeks exposed. We ended up at a lingerie shop. I am not at ease among all the ladies underwear and suggested she go in alone.
"Daddy, I am just going to buy a new swimsuit." I heard the exasperation in her voice.
"You go buy your swimsuit, I'll stay out here." I did and a few minutes later she came out.
"What size do you wear?"
"Why do you need my size?"
"I found a cute his and her set."
"Thirty-four waist."
"No, I don't think that is what she wants."
The only other thing I can think of was my under shorts, "Medium."
"That's what she said, small, medium or large."
Ten minutes later she came out carrying a small bag.
"All set?" I asked.
"All set. Let's go home."
Back home we could not get naked fast enough. The more I had sex with her the more I wanted it. With my wife it was twice a week, with Sharon it was twice a day. I also noticed she smelled like pussy, not strong, just a light whiff when I got close to her. It was there even after she took a shower and put a spicy tang in the air. It was not at all like the pungent odor of a grown woman. On top of that, it aroused me to smell it. Being very aware of it I was worried that others could smell it too, but, if they did, they never let on.
On the first warm day we decided to go swimming. "Here is your new bathing suit," she said, and started giggling away. I opened the box. It wasn't a bathing suit; it was a stretchable pouch with strings. I went into my bedroom, stripped and pulled the pouch over my genitals. I tied it in place with the strings going around my hips and through my crotch. It fit closer than a glove, leaving nothing to the imagination. When I came back out of the bedroom Sharon had already changed. She had a thin band running around her chest that barely covered her nipples. Down below she too was wearing a cache-sexe over her genitals. After we dived into the pool I found out another thing about these strange suits, the nude color turned translucent when wet. It was fun pulling that material off her sex, it peeled off like cling wrap. I assumed the size referred to cup size and I was glad I said neither small or large, both might have proved embarrassing for me.
Horus called me two weeks after Sharon got home. After the usual pleasantries he got to the point of the call. "I am considering you as general contractor for an addition to my house. I would like you to come over to discuss the project." That got me excited. After we set up a time he said, almost as an afterthought, "By the way, bring Two-thirty-six with you." I told him, "No problem."
We drove out on a rainy Monday afternoon. We were greeted at the front door by a naked, young girl, who Sharon recognized as one of the girls from the Club. That was confirmed when she turned and I saw her number Oh-twenty-one on her buttocks. She led us to the great room where I saw another naked Club servant dusting the furniture. Made me wonder what they were doing there.
Horus greeted us, asked how we were doing, and exchanged the usual banter. He introduced me to his step sister, Megan, who looked to be about ten and I figured she was from his father's second marriage, the trophy wife. The he introduced me to his eight-year-old daughter, Eve. I had no idea that Horus had been married.
He said to Sharon, "Take off your clothes and pile them neatly on the table there." When she did that without a word from either of us, he called servant One-ninety-seven over. "Take her and her clothes to the servant's quarters. Stencil her and put a leash on her. Then bring her back here."
I was flabbergasted. "What's going on?" I asked.
"She will be staying here for the rest of the week."
"What do you mean she will be staying here?"
"I am mentor to all the servants you see here. As you well know, by Club contract, I own 24.5 percent of each of them which translates to one week out of the month they work for me here in my house. Your daughter is no exception."
"Wait a minute. She just got back from the Club. What am I supposed to tell people why she is gone again?"
"That is up to you. It is no concern of mine."
I had no idea what to reply.
One-ninety-seven returned leading Sharon by the leash. She handed over the end to Horus.
I could see the black numbers 236 had been stenciled onto the flank of her buttock. Horus said, "Sit." She did, at his feet.
He uncapped a large tube and pulled out the architectural drawing. He spread them across the cocktail table between us. I was impressed and a bit scared. The materials he wanted were beyond what I had worked with and all very expensive. The two story addition would be going up on the east side of his mansion. He was very adamant that it blend in with the existing facade.
Horus stood up and said to Sharon, "Up." She immediately obeyed. We walked outside so he could show me the grounds the addition was to go on. Sharon walked two steps behind Horus, never once saying a word. I was feeling sorry for her. I turned to look at her with sympathy and found her smiling. I reminded myself she was not the daughter I knew several weeks ago, not even close.
I told Horus I would get back to him as soon as possible. He told me not to worry about Two-thirty-six that he would take good care of her. I had my doubts.
When I got home, Maria wanted to know where Sharon was.
"I dropped her off at Darlene's house." I lied. Having a bright idea, I asked, "How is your sister doing?"
"Not good at all. The chemo is making her very sick and a handful for mother."
I had heard all about Maria's sister's breast cancer over the previous months. "You should go visit her."
"I couldn't possibly. I don't have the money for air fare, beside what about Sharon."
"I'll buy you a ticket to Mexico City. Don't worry about Sharon. I really don't have any jobs lined up for the next couple of weeks. I can watch her." Lies on top of lies.
"Oh, thank you." She nearly fell on her knees hugging me. That solved that problem. That evening I hustled Maria onto the next available flight.
The next morning I started a small remodeling job I picked up the previous week. In the evening I poured over the Reed drawing. That left the only time I missed Sharon was at night when I was in bed. I somehow got through the week.
I picked Sharon up from Reed's house on Saturday. She was dressed and ready to go. Horus was out on business. Megan, Reed's sister, was very pleasant to me and told me how nice my daughter was. She said, "My brother told me to give this to you." She handed me a brown eight-and-one-half by eleven envelope.
When we got home I put the envelope with his architectural drawing and without hesitation started undressing Sharon. "So tell me, what did you do all week?" I asked.
"I was a scullery maid. I helped the cook prepare the meals and did the dishes afterward. At night Mr. Reed played with me."
I did not want to hear those details, beside, Sharon was naked and I started kissing her. Her pussy aroma was giving me an erection in my pants.
Sharon saw the bulge. "Can I suck it, daddy?"
"Of course you can suck it. That is what it is there for." She opened my fly and took out my penis. Her mouth was wet and warm. The tongue did wondrous things as the lips slid up and down the shaft.
"Let's play 69."
"Okay, daddy. I would love to taste your chocolate."
"And I, your licorice."
So we got into position with me on top and we proceeded to give each other an orgasm.
"You didn't give me very much chocolate," Sharon complained.
"That's so I can fill your pussy later."
"Oh? Is that a new trick?"
I told her how Mr. Franklin, the hypnotist, taught me how to have a mini climax. I could, by controlling the intensity, have up to three small orgasms instead of one large one. She liked that idea.
One day, that was all we had together before it was again time to drive her out to the Club. I dropped her off and went back to my lonely existence. I wondered how I was going to survive with her only being home two weeks out of the month when we had been so close for so long.