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LISA, MY UNCLE'S MAID 05/10 by Taoman 

Lisa, My Uncle's Maid copyright @2001 Taoman. The right of Taoman
to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in
accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents
Act 1988

The following material is intended for adults only

Previous chapters can be located at storiesonline.net a free
non-commercial site. Please vote while there. Comments to <a
href="mailto:thomhobs@hotmail.com">thomhobs@hotmail.com</a>. Big
thanks for editorial assistance from Bill Morgan


Chapter Five

Afterwards I went downstairs to the gentlemen' club to drink
beer, smoke cigars and play pool. I found the clientele very
affable and made myself at home. As the evening progressed though
my thoughts keep returning to Lisa. Eventually I found my
self-drawn to her quarters.

I rapped on her door and after a moment I heard a cautious "Yes?"
through the heavy panel.

I answered, "It's me. Open the door."

There was a pause then the sound of a bolt being drawn and she
peered out at me. She scanned the hallway quickly and then opened
the door fully. She wore a chaste white peignoir and was holding
a hairbrush. She seemed shy and unsure of herself. After our
intimate interaction earlier in the day I too felt unsure of my
next step. But, despite my hesitation, I adopted a confident air,
kissed her on the cheek and entered her room. I sat on her bed
and made myself comfortable.

I told her to continue what she was doing and we would talk a
while. She sat on a lacy cushioned stool before a mirrored
make-up table and began to run the comb through her thick hair.
We could see each other in the mirror. I noticed a framed
photograph of a beautiful woman next to the mirror.

Her bedroom was decorated in a very feminine - almost little girl
- style. White ornate furniture, lacey frills, fluffy cushions,
stuffed animals, flowered motifs and a sweet perfume aroma made
the feel of the room overwhelmingly female. There was a
phonograph playing softly. I realized this was Lisa's sanctuary.
This room was as different from the atmosphere I had just left in
the club below as night and day. 

I stretched out on her bed and propped up my head with an
overstuffed pillow and began to ask her about her life. She was
quite forthcoming and I found her a very good conversationalist.
She seemed as interested in me as I was curious about her. We
talked at length about parents, school, Italy, the USA and the
War. Her English was flawless when she was relaxed. 

I learned Lisa too was an orphan. Her father had been an Italian
officer and had been killed in Mussolini's Ethiopian invasion.
She and her Mother had suffered near poverty until a German
officer had entered their lives. He had taken Lisa's mother as
his mistress and moved them to comfortable chateau on the island
of Capri. They had spent an idyllic time there far removed from
any hardships being suffered on the mainland.  Then the Allies
had arrived and with the abrupt departure of their benefactor the
two were thrown back into a harsh reality. Lisa's mother had been
scorned and chastised by the rising Naples's populace. She had
been caught and had her head shaved. They had lived on the
streets like hunted animals.  Then in a quiet tone she told me
how she had seen her mother beaten to death in a riot after
Mussolini's downfall. Nuns at the church had taken her in and had
cared for her until my uncle found her.

There was a poignant pause of silence. The record player had
stopped. She was looking at the picture on her table and she
reached up to touch it. She sniffed. I rose from the bed and went
to stand behind her. I was feeling some remorse for my earlier
callous actions. I laid my hands on her bare shoulders in
comfort. She looked up at me in the mirror. Her reflected eyes
were brimming with tears. 

"She was so beautiful," Lisa said quietly. "I miss her like part
of my heart is missing."

I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. Her smell was
deep and intoxicating. I ran my hands to her throat and the
untied the ribbon supporting her silken gown. The filmy material
slid down the high slopes of her breasts. Her hand came up to
catch it before it completely fell. Our eyes were locked in the
mirror. I ran my hands down and gently pushed hers away. The gown
dropped leaving her naked from the waist up. I cupped her full
breasts feeling their heaviness. She took a deep breath. 

"I want you Lisa," I whispered close to her ear.

She turned her face toward me with her smooth cheek rubbing
against my coarseness. Her skin was wet and I realized her
recollections had made her cry.  Her lips met mine and we kissed
deeply, our tongues dancing. 
 
Taking her by the hand I guided her to her feet and took her in
my arms. Her lips rose to mine and we kissed again. I opened my
eyes to look at her graceful back in the mirror. The gown had
gathered at the rise of her hips. The gauzy material hung loosely
across the swell of her buttocks. I ran my hand down and pulled
it away so it pooled at her feet. The naked girl shivered as she
pulled herself tightly into my embrace. 

I firmly clenched her warm buttocks and gently kneaded them, but
in a demanding manner. She flinched and I realized her bottom was
still smarting from her earlier spanking. I eased my grip and
turned towards the bed. With my arm around her waist I led her
there. She followed me passively and I lay down on my back and
pulled her next to me. She squirmed against me until she was
nestled in my arms then she laid her head on my chest. 

I ran my hand through her thick hair to the nape of her neck. I
brought her lips up to mine and we kissed. I moved her up till
her breasts hung above my mouth. I slowly tongued a nipple,
rolling its taut pertness around my lips. I looked up at her and
she had her eyes closed and lips parted savoring the contact. I
held the nipple between my teeth and applied a little pressure.
Her eyes opened and we exchanged a silent message of mutual want.
 I kissed the nipple.

"Take my cock out," I told her.

She blinked then turned her head to look down my chest. She
looked back at me then used her hands to push herself down my
body. I cradled my arms behind my head to watch. She fumbled with
the clasp on my slacks then pulled them open, pulling the zipper
down. My erect penis bulged in my thin silk shorts. She ran a
finger down the length and then grabbed the girth through the
material. She looked up at me and smiled. It was the first time I
had seen her smile. She was radiantly beautiful. 

"I excite you... Master?" she said. That was more of a statement
of fact than a question. 

"Take it out." I replied.

She unbuttoned the loose flap and pulled my penis free. I was
demandingly erect. Her eyes were wide as she focused intently on
manipulating her fist in a slow pumping action on the rod. She
glanced quickly up at me to note my reaction to her
ministrations. 

"Suck it." I told her.

She smiled coyly at me and then engulfed the corona with a
swirling up and down mouth movement. Holding the head in a widely
pursed lip embrace, she bobbed her head in a purposeful manner,
gradually engulfing a large length of me. 

It was a rapturous sensation and took my breath away. I
involuntarily threw my head back and gasped. Taking in a deep
breath I looked down at her. She had nearly swallowed half my
girth. She angled her head so the cock was pressing at the back
of her throat. I could see her neck bulge as she relaxed her
muscles to take me in. She was humming and making a wet slurping
noise. It felt marvelous.

She would pump her head then pause every few strokes to rotate
her head and create a twisting pull on me. My knees had drawn up
and I was suddenly short of breath.

"God damn! Were did you learn that?" I moaned.

Slowly she pulled her head up. She would tantalize me by rising
several inches then sucking me in again and taking me to the edge
of ecstatic pleasure.  Then she slowly rose up keeping a hard
suction to the last full mouthful Her lips popped free. She ran
her tongue around the head, looked up at me and smiled shyly.

"Your uncle brought a call-girl here once. She taught me how to
do it."  She added breathlessly, "Do you like it?" She laid her
head on my thigh and slowly stroked my gleaming phallus. Her
expression was one of dreamy worship. 

"I have never felt anything like it," I told her honestly.

She kissed the blood-engorged crown. "Let me show you the whole
trick. My Master loves for me to do it for him," she said
sweetly.

It was a tempting proposition but I had a nagging feeling I was
losing control of the relationship. I resolved to demonstrate to
Lisa one of my own "tricks".

A Greek whore in Boston had taught me the joys of anal sex. She
had a perverse yearning for this "backdoor love." She had once
said she should be paying me for servicing her so well.

I pulled Lisa up and rolled her on her stomach. Using a large
stuffed teddy bear under her stomach I propped her well-formed
bottom up in the air. Using a jar of facial cream I greased her
anus. At this intrusion of my fingers Lisa began squirming as my
intentions became more evident.

" I am not sure I can do this... Master," she pleaded. " I know
of this, but I have never done it." Then she added, " I can make
you very happy in many other ways."

As I greased and probed her anus with one finger then two, her
pleas had turned to a whine. "Master, I am afraid."

I was silent as I wiped the remnants of cream on the head of my
cock and than on the side of her hip. I positioned myself behind
her placing my erection at her sphincter. "You must relax, Lisa,
and the hurt will pass," I promised her.

Using a slight pushing motion with my pelvis I nudged against her
entryway. She pulled away in response from the unfamiliar
intrusion. Holding her hips I pushed more forcefully and was
rewarded with some slight penetration. Suddenly with more
pressure I overcame the barrier and became partially buried in
her. I stopped my movements and enjoyed her tightness. My prick
looked enormous protruding from her tight cheeks. Her writhing
beneath me heightened the sensation of my power over her.

She gripped a handful of sheets and had the wad clenched to her
mouth, making muffled cries of discomfort. 
 I leaned forward to brace myself on my arms and began a slow but
persistent driving. I would slide back till my cock was at the
end of her channel, which was still the tightest point and then
very slowly slide forward to push toward new depths.

She would tense at each new inch I gained and then I could feel
her muscles relax as she accepted the increased plumbing of her.
It was a slow and painstaking progress but the intensity of
taking her in this fashion was delicious. When I felt my balls
finally bumping against the smooth skin of her bottom I knew I
was close. Concentrating, I made one more thrust, becoming fully
buried in my pliable conquest. I closed my eyes and smiled in a
deep contentment.

Lisa was holding herself very still as any unneeded movement
might cause her more pain. I leaned forward to bury my face in
her hair. I kissed her. Then I began anew my pumping motion,
always thrusting myself to the limit of our joining. She had
stretched out her arms over her head and flattened herself almost
as if in a bowing gesture in an attempt to straighten and align
herself to my thrusting. She made small panting noises. 

As we continued she was able to accommodate me with less effort
so I became less restrained in my motions. Soon I was fucking her
with nearly all my strength. Toward the end I believe she had
somehow taken pleasure in the act. Her cries had changed and when
I finally halted and released deep within her she released a long
sigh. I laid on top her and caught my breath. Then rising up I
slowly pulled my shrinking penis from her. As the head caught and
then slipped past the ring of her sphincter, she sighed again and
then curled into a ball. 

I rolled off her and lay on my back staring at the ceiling. There
was a silence between us. Then she moved against me to lay her
head in the crook of my shoulder. She ran a hand up my stomach to
rest on my chest. 

" I am not sure I like that," she murmured. " I felt like there
was nothing I could do but lie there. I like to..." She paused as
if hunting for a word. "...participate," she added.

I smiled, basking in the afterglow of a very satisfactory
ejaculation. "Let's take a little nap," I replied. "Then we will
do it again and let you 'participate'."

We did it twice more that night in a more traditional fashion.
The third session was a slow dreamlike pre-dawn coupling. It was
almost as if our bodies had joined together without any conscious
effort. In what seemed like a timeless state she rode on top me,
thrusting in a languorous fashion against my penis. Then suddenly
her motion became more frenzied, she stiffened and cried out
alarmingly. Then she went slack in my worried embrace. She was
crying. She moved her lips to mine kissing me passionately with
tears running down her cheeks. She broke the kiss. "Oh, my
Master! That was so wonderful. I have never felt such a thing
before." 

 I noted that for the first time was no hesitation in her
addressing me as "Master". 


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