Sara teases Lisa and convinces her to follow

It was night. Lisa laid dozing in bed with Sara's warm body close to her side. She had arrived at the farm around a month ago, and the two girls were still sharing a mattress, so the new maid was starting to suspect that the delay wasn't accidental. A week had passed since she spied on her master’s and Sara's nocturnal adventure, but the memory was still clear, ingrained in her mind every time she closed her eyes. She pictured her companion's pussy and ass being spanked with the thin rod, the maid willingly parting her legs in anticipation for another lash. She saw Mr. Karlsson getting ready in front of Sara's cute, tear covered cheeks before pushing his cock deep in her throat. She remembered the servant’s face getting red and covered in saliva while the farmer fucked it without any sign of gentleness.

Lisa could not help but curl up in the bed and press her moist crotch against the mattress. A whole week had passed since she fingered herself to orgasm while peeking at their sinful act. Since then, every night had been ****. With Sara next to her, it was difficult to access her pussy without drawing suspicion. And it didn't get any better when Sara insisted on squirming close to her back, often with one arm over her hip. Sometimes she felt fingers massaging her thighs or playing with the hem of her nightgown, but nothing more. And when they woke up in the morning, no words about it were spoken. Maybe Sara was only doing it in her sleep, and thus remained unaware of how it affected Lisa? Did she dream about the big farmer and did not know what her hands were doing?

The dark part of Lisa, the repressed part, wanted Sara's fingers to wander deeper. Up the thighs and under the thin fabric of the nightgown. She knew it was forbidden, but her pussy roared for attention. Just as she thought of her companion's fingers, she felt an arm slide over her side. A hand brushed against her thigh, just where the nightgown ended. Lisa drew in her breath as fingers began massaging her sensitive skin. She lay as still as she could, pretending to sleep, while the digits walked further up her thighs, playing with the hem.

Her heart beating against her chest, Lisa remained otherwise still, pretending to sleep. Without thinking about it, she moved her leg, causing the linen to slide higher up along her thighs. Sara's fingers followed. They caressed the inside of her legs, approaching the laced fabric over her warm and moist sex. Slowly, still as if asleep, Lisa slightly parted her thighs. Then she lay perfectly still again, waiting for Sara to take the next step.

Three fingers slid over her crotch, which sent a shock through Lisa's body. She held her breath, forcing back the moan. For a long, painful minute, the fingers lay still. But then they began to gently caress her above the underwear. The maid felt Sara's breath against her neck and it took all her strength not to gasp loudly while the fingers danced and played between her legs. Her young companion could certainly feel Lisa’s wetness through the fabric, so there was no hiding how horny she was.

The intruding fingers slipped under the lace, caressing her pubic hair before brushing her wet folds. The top of a finger poked her pink pearl, the sensitive knot that always made Lisa’s toes curl. For the first time, another person touched her sex and she could no longer hold back the moan.

"Ah," Lisa gasped with eyes closed.

Sara shifted behind her. A warm leg slid over Lisa’s thigh, and her companion brought her hip closer against her as she laid still, feeling the invading digits against her slit. Another hand slid inside her neckline and Lisa gasped once more when two fingers started to play with her stiff nipples and firm breasts.

"Are you awake?" Sara murmured.

"Yes," Lisa finally whispered back.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," the maid replied.

The girl's fingers pushed deeper against the wet folds of her pussy while also pinching her nipples. Lisa’s body responded accordingly, and a slow-burning fire built inside her, spreading from the crotch to her muzzled breathing and curling toes.

"Are you close?"

"Yes," Lisa gasped.

"I’m not sure I’m allowed to let you explode," declared her companion as her fingers slowed down, gently stroking her pubic hair. "But if I told you I could share a secret that might lead you to the greatest of pleasures, would you want to hear it, even if it is very sinful?"

Lisa’s quick rise towards an orgasm suddenly stalled as Sara teasingly stroked her labia with smooth, circling motions. She suspected that she already knew everything of her companion’s secret, but she just wanted to give the right answers to come as soon as possible.

"Yes," Lisa replied desperately.

"Mr. Karlsson is my master during the night," revealed Sara. "He trains my body to serve him, and he rewards me when I am good. His wife is fine with it too, we even had a… moment… earlier today."

This was a new information to Lisa. Both of her employers were even worse sinners that she had imagined; with Sara as a maid, this house was a real den of depravity. But that did not bother her, especially not right now when all she craved herself was just a bit more of sinful pleasure, to go over the edge. She tried to discreetly press her pussy against the other maid's fingers, but it was not enough.

"Actually, I heard them argue afterwards, I don’t know what about…" continued Sara. "But he must have put her back in her place, because when he called me inside again to give me a task, she just stood silently at his side. Do you know what he asked me to do?"

Lisa suspected it had something to do with her current torment, but she couldn’t formulate any elaborate answer, too focused as she was on Sara kissing her neck and so softly pressing against her vagina’s entrance without going in. She simply shook her head, hoping her companion would understand despite the darkness of the room.

"I have to offer you to follow me to his room tonight," she said." I wasn’t supposed to do or tell you anything else, but… I wanted to make sure you’d accept, because I’d love it if you joined us. So, will you?"

The tip of Sara’s finger, wet with Lisa’ fluids, tickled the latter’s nub in excruciatingly light motions. An orgasm neared within the teased maid but stayed agonizingly at the doorstop. So close, yet so far. With her body shaking, her bare toes grasping around the sheets, Lisa was completely under Sara’s control; if she was denied the erupting fire spreading through her young, virgin body, she would surely die. Of course she would go to Mr. Karlsson’s room. She had longed for this ever since she saw the farmer spank her companion’s naked buttocks. It had haunted her thoughts and dreams for days and the time was long gone when she could deny her inner desires. And Lisa felt that if the man touched her down there, be it with his hand, his cock or a rod, she would almost immediately get the release she now so intensely craved.

"Yes!" Lisa exclaimed. "I’ll join you and do whatever you want."

As an answer, Sara slid her leg over Lisa’s hips and sat up straight, her thighs on each side of the maid while she rested her bodyweight on her loins. Their eyes’ glimmer met in the darkness and Lisa detected the outline of a small smile on Sara's face. The latter leaned forward and put her soft, warm lips against her companion’s. It was Lisa’s first true kiss and she greedily accepted the heat from the other girl's breath while meeting the probing tongue with her own.

"Wash yourself and brush your hair," ordered Sara after a minute of kissing. "Then come with me. Your new master is waiting."

She brought forward two fingers, wet from Lisa's pussy, and put them against her lips. She closed her eyes in enjoyment for a few moments, the spoke up again.

"He's been waiting a long time for you."