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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who “dips his wick” or “rides the rod” without protection.

“Get out of here, you slut!”

Nina watched from the upstairs guest bedroom window as her mother shoved one of the other maids out of the manor house and threw a suitcase after her. The young woman cried, insisting that it wasn’t her fault, but she found no sympathy in Nina’s mother’s eyes, and the other staff turned their heads so that they wouldn’t have to meet the poor girl’s gaze. A taxicab soon arrived to remove her from the premises.

Nina had heard a rumor that the pretty girl being driven away had seduced the master of the house. Her mother had always seemed rather proprietary of widower Mr. Kellogg (no relation to the cereal magnate), the man who owned this fine mansion and the surrounding lands. Nina wondered if perhaps her mother had had an affair with him herself when she was younger, after the man’s wife had passed.

“Oh, hello, Nina.”

The young Latina woman gasped and turned. “Ah! Good morning, young Mr. Kellogg,” she greeted the homeowner’s son, who was standing in the doorway. She headed to move past him into the hall.

“You can just call me Pete.”

She stopped and flushed. “I cannot!”

She felt self-conscious being so close to the taller boy and lowered her brown eyes as his eager blue ones scanned her features. “Maybe some other time, when we’re alone?” He gave her a cute smile.

“ ... maybe.”

Over the next few days, Peter Kellogg managed to find spare moments with Nina here and there, asking her about her family (it was just her and her mother), her interests (she liked books and poetry), and her plans for the future. She had no answer to that last question, as she had worked with her mother on the Kellogg property since she and Pete had entered their teenage years. Both of them were currently sixteen.

She realized that the young man hadn’t shown any interest in talking with her until recently and wondered why. Then she considered that she hadn’t shown much interest in him, either, though she found his recent attention intoxicating. He had grown into a handsome fellow, with his wavy light brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and athletic build making itself known under his form-fitting brand name clothing.

“You going to call me Pete today?”

She blushed. “Not today, sir.”

“Gasp!”

Peter Kellogg had gotten closer and closer to Nina as they talked softly in the pantry, and then he had swooped in and claimed her first kiss. She didn’t know what to do about that. Undeterred, he leaned in for another.

“Nina! Where are those potatoes?!”

She pulled back and grabbed the tubers from a bag on the shelf. “Coming, Mother! Excuse me, sir.” She lowered her eyes and slipped around the young man.

“Ah! Um, Pete, I don’t think we should be doing this...”

“You called me Pete,” he commented as his hands rubbed at Nina’s barely B-cup breasts through her blouse and brassiere.

She felt odd between her legs as his fingers found her nipples through the layers of fabric. “Oh! I’m sorry, sir.”

He moved his hands to unfasten her buttons. “I wanted you to, remember? Oh, you’re beautiful, Nina,” he told her as he opened her blouse to reveal her white lacy brassiere contrasting with her light brown skin.

She blushed but didn’t pull her top closed, remaining passive and allowing her paramour’s eyes to roam her slim form.

“Pete! Where are ya?!” the master’s voice echoed up the stairwell.

“To be continued?” He gave Nina a wink as he retreated. She blushed but didn’t respond.

“I ... I don’t know how...” Nina complained as she stared at Pete’s hard cock sticking out in front of her face. He had enticed her into his room, urged her to her knees, and pulled out his turgid five incher. It was the first erect penis she’d ever seen.

“Just lick it for a bit, like a lollipop,” he advised her. She paused just for a moment and then did so. “Yeah, just like that...” he moaned. “Okay, now take the tip into your mouth ... ohh fuck ... OH FUCK!”

Nina choked on Pete’s hot cum as he spurted into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could but some slipped out and down her chin. Once she could breathe again she used her finger to gather the excess and suck it into her mouth. It didn’t taste half bad, and this way she wouldn’t need a cloth or tissue.

Pete lay back on his bed. “Oh God, Nina, that was amazing. You’re awesome ... soo ... awesome...” The young man turned onto his side, breathing heavily, and a minute later she realized that he had fallen asleep.

She got to her feet, lifted her skirt, and felt between her legs. Her underwear was damp and she gasped at the feel of her fingers brushing along her engorged vaginal lips. “Um, Pete?” But young Mr. Kellogg was right out. She rearranged her outfit and left his room, nearly bumping into Richard Kellogg, Pete’s father, as she did so.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Mr. Kellogg ... I’m a bit distracted.”

“Ha! That’s fine, Nina. I ... hmm...” The older man, taller and wider than his son, with graying hair and a prodigious mustache, narrowed his eyes as he examined her decolletage. “Come with me, young lady.” Not giving her a choice, he grabbed her wrist in his strong grip and towed her toward his study. After pulling her through the door, he closed and locked it behind them.

“Mr. Kellogg? Sir?” Nina shrank under the man’s intense scrutiny. Like his son, he had piercing blue eyes, though his didn’t have the mirthful spark the younger man’s did.

He reached forward and she remained perfectly still as his finger swiped just above her collarbone. She saw a bit of pearly semen on his fingertip and gasped as he brought it up to his nose for a sniff. “I see,” he commented, taking her chin in one meaty hand and sticking his finger into her mouth. She dutifully cleaned the digit of his son’s cum.

“I’d ask what your intentions are with my son, but as a servant, I think that’s obvious. However, I think that you’ve perhaps chosen the wrong Kellogg. I know my son’s limitations.” He stepped close, lifted the bottom of her blouse, and slipped his hand down the top of her skirt into her underwear.

She gasped as his fingers quickly found her still-engorged vulva and the prominent clitoris between them. “Mm-ng! Sir!”

“Shh!” he commanded her as one of his thick fingers slipped inside her virginal channel.

With wide eyes, gasping all the while, she stood there while the man slipped a second finger inside her. Her legs started to shake as her body tried to come to terms with the strange, unfamiliar feelings her employer was causing within her.

“Ow!” she cried out as his fingers dug deeper.

“I said shush!” He pulled her to him by those deeply-delving fingers and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Then those digits hit some new spot inside while his thumb attacked her clitoris and she gasped into his mouth as she came hard.

“MM-GH! MMH!” she gurgled as she orgasmed from her G-spot and clit at the same time. As a good Catholic, she hadn’t even masturbated before, so was completely overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

She blinked her eyes open. She was lying on her employer’s sofa, still in his study. He was wiping his fingers off and watching her with that intense stare.

“I apologize, Nina ... I didn’t realize that you were still a virgin.” She saw the blood on the tissue before he tossed it into a wastebasket. “Well, it’ll feel better next time, but we should wait a few days for the soreness to wear off. He unlocked the door. “You’re free to go.”

Nina thought about telling her mother what had happened, but the image of the other girl being summarily dismissed stopped her. What if her mother really was that protective of Mr. Kellogg senior that she would send away her own daughter? Nina also realized that she couldn’t tell Pete ... would he still be interested in her if she wasn’t a virgin? She couldn’t take the chance.

Mr. Kellogg had been right about the soreness. She winced whenever she had to bend over, such as when picking up the dust pan. She wondered what else he had been right about ... what had he meant about his son’s limitations?

Pete ushered her into the broom closet later and asked her to suck his manhood once more. This time he held her head as he thrust between her lips but once again didn’t last long before his orgasm burst into her mouth. This time she was able to swallow all of it, though. Afterward, she tried to kiss him but he made a face, though he did kiss the back of her hand before he left her there.

“Oh! Pete!” The young master of the house had grabbed Nina, pulling her into his bedroom and pushing her onto his bed. He had quickly shoved his hard cock into her mouth, but only for a few seconds. Then he lifted her skirts, yanked down her panties, and pulled out a condom package. She watched in fascination as he rolled the prophylactic down his member before moving it between her legs. She grit her teeth as she felt his covered cock pushing into her, wondering if he would notice that she had lost her maidenhead due to his father’s rough treatment.

It seemed not, as was more concerned about his own pleasure. He quickly thrust inside her, his eyes closed, until he moaned and stopped a few minutes later. Then he retreated and pulled the filled condom off, tying the end and tossing it into the wastebasket. “Okay, you can go, Nina,” he told her languidly as he lay back on his bed, his eyelids already drooping.

She pulled her panties back up and had the wherewithal to grab the used condom from the wastebasket on her way out. It wouldn’t do to have one of the other staff find that!

“Ahem!”

She turned from Pete’s bedroom door at the sound of Richard Kellogg clearing his throat. The man was at his own bedroom door, beckoning her. She hid the hand with the used condom behind her back as she tentatively walked toward him. He stepped back, holding the door wide, and she stepped in after him. The door was closed and locked behind her.

“Mr. Kellogg...” she began, but he quickly closed the distance between them and pulled her into a hug. She was surprised until one of his meaty hands grabbed hers behind her back and pulled the hidden object free.

He stood back and examined the used rubber. “No need to wait any longer, then,” he said before lifting her bodily and tossing her onto his own bed, leaving her spread-eagled.

“Sir!” she gasped. He had handled her as if she was nothing.

Then the man was between her legs and pulling her panties down. She tried to close her thighs but he was too strong. After the thin cloth was removed, surprisingly, he pushed his face into her crotch and her eyes widened in surprise. The man’s warm tongue delved inside her private place like an eel searching for food. She gasped and lay back as a pleasurable tingle started there and quickly spread outward through her body, notably her suddenly hard nipples. A couple days previous, his fingers had been rough ... this time, his tongue was soft but no less insistent. She lay back, marveling at the novel sensations, including how his wide mustache tickled her upper thighs. She could feel his hands move up her torso but was distracted by the wonderful feelings bubbling up from inside her vagina.

His tongue moved to her clitoris and she felt one of his fingers slip inside. She moaned and arched her back, and a second finger joined the first. The tingle turned into a wave radiating out through her body, yet somehow still escalating. As his fingers once again found her G-spot, she gasped and the wave exploded into another of those massive orgasms the man had given her the last time. “Uh-ugh! A-hh!” she cried out into the ceiling as she once again came on the fingers of the master of the house.