Cuckoo

Introduction: A meeting of old friends

Towards the end of March last year Richard Mann went to see an old friend Sir Peter Killingworth and his wife at their splendid manor house in the border country. His work had brought him back to the locality after some years spent in a northern city. Richard hadn't taken the time to visit the couple since the birth of their son James more than two years ago and he was in for something of a surprise. Sir Peter greeted his contemporary warmly and led him into a large drawing room, which overlooked the ornamental pond at the west end of the garden. Richard knew Sir Peter had made a great deal of money recently but he hadn't realised quite how wealthy his old friend had become.

"Vivian is out shopping in the village", Sir Peter said "but she'll be back in an hour or so. I'm afraid James is staying with his grandmother so you won't get to meet the son and heir. Shall we have a drink in the meantime?"

The guest agreed with the suggestion and a maid soon appeared with a decanter of port. That was Richard's first eye opener. The young woman was a gorgeous blonde in her mid twenties. She was wearing an outrageously provocative French maid's uniform which consisted of shiny black high heeled shoes, sheer black stockings and a tight black mini dress which revealed a generous slice of nylon clad thigh and barely covered her bottom. The dress was cut low at the front to display plenty of cleavage and although she was not spectacularly endowed her breasts were lifted and separated by the costume and were shown to good advantage. She poured a drink for the two men and then went to stand by his chair waiting for further instructions. Sir Peter must have noticed the way his friend's jaw had dropped at the appearance of this vision of erotic delight and Richard caught a twinkle in his eye as he smiled.

"What do you think? Not bad is she?"

The visitor was struck dumb by the casual sexist way in which his host spoke about the maid as though she wasn't even in the room.

"This is Amanda", Sir Peter continued, reaching out with the assurance of easy familiarity to grasp the maid's right thigh and run his hand up and down her leg. Richard noticed that she trembled slightly as he touched her but she made no move to pull away. She did blush a delightful shade of pink, however and turn her face to the floor at Sir Peter's next words.

"Amanda's nice to look at but she's not very bright, are you my dear? She tries hard but I'm afraid she isn't a very good maid. She makes a lot of mistakes and she has to be punished for them. Still, she has other uses. I let her entertain my John Todger from time to time and she's become quite skilful in that department with plenty of instruction and a little discipline."

Richard was so startled by this short speech that he didn't quite know how to react and so his next remark came out sounding as if it was the most natural thing in the world to discuss the bedding and disciplining of a housemaid. This was the twenty first century after all! Sir Peter sounded like he was some medieval baron not the director of a multinational finance house.

"What about Vivian?" Richard blurted out. It was all he could manage.

Sir Peter laughed.

"Oh Vivian doesn't mind", he said. "In fact she's been very helpful in training Amanda to meet my rather demanding requirements. You see Amanda has been very useful to her. That's why we acquired her in the first place but it's a long story. Would you like to hear it?"

The guest nodded silently. Sir Peter smiled again, obviously pleased.

"Good. Good. I think you'll find this all quite interesting and perhaps rather arousing as well depending upon your proclivities. May I suggest, since young Amanda will be the indirect cause of this arousal, that it is only reasonable she serve in some capacity to alleviate the symptoms she is inducing?"

Richard didn't understand this at first and must have looked blank.

"I'm offering to have Amanda apply her lips to your cock whilst we talk, dear boy!" Sir Peter said, as though explaining something obvious to an idiotic child. "I can assure you she's become quite skilful with her sweet little tongue and I'm sure you'd enjoy her ministrations."

Richard Mann glanced at the lovely young blonde and couldn't help but notice that she had wide and generous lips with a mouth that looked delightfully kissable and intriguingly useful for other even more intimate services perhaps. She was now blushing a very fetching shade of red and fidgeting uncomfortably, shifting from one foot to the other. It was fairly clear that she found the situation highly embarrassing but she had still said not the slightest word of complaint or shown any overt sign of resisting this casual treatment. He couldn't help himself. The maid was just too delicious. Although he had no real idea as yet what was going on, he had to see how far Amanda would go. This was only the beginning…

"Perhaps that would be a good idea", Richard ventured timidly.

"Capital", Sir Peter said. He pinched Amanda's bottom.

"On your knees girl and let's have you licking round the gentleman's balls pronto!"

With obvious reluctance the maid knelt submissively in front of her employer's guest. She turned her face momentarily upwards and her eyes went wide and round for a flicker of an instant. At that moment Richard was unsure whether she was pleading to be released from the task her master had set for her or mutely asking his permission to unzip his trousers. He chose to interpret it as the latter and spread his legs.

"You can let it out now", he said. "It won't bite you although it might spit at you!"

It was an old joke but Sir Peter seemed to enjoy it. The girl blushed and bent her head. Richard ran his fingers through her soft golden hair as her fingers fumbled with his zipper. He felt her feather like breath on his exposed rod as she hesitantly lent closer to the rapidly swelling organ. Her delicate touch made it stand erect and triumphant immediately. The sensation as she planted a first hesitant kiss at the base of his balls was indescribable.

"You'd better not make Mr. Mann come before he's ready or I'll have to cane you again!" Sir Peter warned his maid. She shivered noticeably and withdrew a little but soon returned to her sensitive task. And one more thing. Code Babel On."

Richard was puzzled. For a brief moment Amanda pulled back.

"Code Babel acknowledge", she said in a soft voice.

Then she bent back to continue her exquisitely delicate work and the way her hair fell over her face prevented him from seeing any further reaction she might have had to this statement.

"I'll explain it in more detail later", Sir Peter said. "For now though, you can take it from me that Amanda won't understand anything we say in front of her until I say the key words. In the mean time it will seem to her that we are talking in an unknown foreign language. It's all part of her conditioning, and a useful part when I want to discuss sensitive matters concerning her security."

"Now then", he continued. "Where shall I begin?"