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New Maid

By: Balaak



I moved to California with my fiancé Jeff when he was transferred to work at the headquarters of the hotel chain he worked for. I had met Jeff at one of the hotels he supervised in my home state of Arizona. I was serving as a housecleaner at the time.

In California, we were shocked by the high cost of housing. Even though he made very good money, we knew I would have to continue working to support ourselves. I might have to work for years, until he made enough for me to quit. All my adult life, all I knew was work. So going back to work was nothing new to me. Jeff suggested I try another area of work, something private, rather than corporate.

I answered a few ads for private homes in the fast culture of Bel Air and Beverly Hills, but most of them creeped me out. I can smell rich people that are looking for more than just cleaning services. One place that seemed different from the rest had me applying at an attorney's office. That was weird; I never even saw the house. But the pay was fantastic and the paperwork seemed worth it. I was required to submit to a doctor's exam if I wanted the job. The employer was fussy about germs.

Jeff told me to go for that one; the more odd the employment requirements, the higher the pay, he said. He was right. When I was told the pay, I almost jumped out of my skin. I thought that there was no way they would pay me twenty-eight dollars an hour if I was accepted.

I suffered through the medical exam and they even took my blood. But the promise of the pay seemed worth it. I had to wait a week before I heard that I had been selected to fill one of the two vacant positions. I was introduced to Ernesto, the estate's Chilean overseer and head butler. I was glad to see that I wouldn't be the only Hispanic worker on the household staff.

Ernesto spent very little time with me at the attorney's office and I didn't get to ask him many questions. He was busy telling me all the things I couldn't do and what was expected of me. He talked all the way through my measurements at this uniform store and left me speechless back at the office with instructions about my first day of work.

Jeff was excited for me; this was a perfect job. A maid might not be glamorous or anything, but a private maid can learn how to run households and use that experience later on for even better positions. As happy as I was, I was nervous on my first day.

Wow, what an amazing place. The actual house was bigger than any of the hotels I had worked at. I was on a large, rotating staff. Whereas my hotel work required me to work a tight schedule, this one required almost no schedule. I spent about half the time waiting for something to get dirty for me to clean. I was a little embarrassed to be seen in my uniform, but the other maids also wore them, and the butlers wore uniforms also. Mine was a skirt and hose, with a frilly blouse, black and white like some old movie. This was different from my house cleaner grays.

My first day's break was interesting. Two of the other maids told me all about the house and the parties they had. I didn't believe any of it. But they assured me I would find out and see they were right. I was told that Mr. and Mrs. Kinsley were to be obeyed at all times, or I could kiss my job bye bye. I was also told that most of the staff considered the party duty as the worst, since the guests were to be treated like they were the owners. 

Nope, I didn't believe any of it.

"Rita," Ernesto said in a low voice.

I straightened from reaching under one of the hall tables. The good-looking head butler had probably been looking at my exposed legs, I decided. Maybe it turned him on. Was he so pathetic? I smiled at him with a knowing look.

"Mr. Kinsley has selected you as one of the staff for the next party, tomorrow night."

I hated parties, but this would be my first one here. Party people always made such a mess. I was happy, though, because party duty was paid at double-time. The money would be great.

"You should remember that all of the guests are to be treated as if they are Mr. or Mrs. Kinsley, themselves," he spoke quickly. He had said this many times before, I could tell.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Don't be surprised at what you see. Many of the guests will be naked. Just stay out of their way and everything will be fine."

"Naked?" Were the others telling the truth after all?

"Just do your job and you'll be well-paid. Are we clear?" Ernesto nodded as if to nod for me.

"Yes, I guess..."

"No! No guessing. You're either clear on this or not. Yes or no." He frowned at me as if having second thoughts.

"Yes! Yes, I understand." Sheesh, what a pushy bastard.

The preparations for the party were many, but my shift started just before the party began, so I missed all the hard work. Maybe this party stuff wasn't so bad, especially with the great pay. The guests seemed to be dressed for different parties. I saw some weird outfits. Some were dressed in tuxes, some in leather, some in togas. None were nude, though.

Dinner was served buffet-style out on the massive back veranda, so I was stuck inside waiting for something to get dirty when all the party people were outside. I plucked the feather duster from the loop on my skirt and flicked at anything that looked at me funny. I tell you, with so many servants and maids, I have never seen a house so clean. I would even get under tables to see if there was dust up under where people couldn't see.

It was in that position that someone snuck up on me.

"Nice to see someone on their knees looking for something to do."

Oh. How cute. I'm busting my ass working and someone always finds a way to make some comment. I backed out from under the table enough to look up at whoever it was with one eye. A direct approach always put off leering geeks and embarrassed them. "Do you have a thing for maids, or were you looking for something?"

I watched a couple expressions cross the man's face. His eyebrows furrowed, then raised, then he smiled. I got up and straightened my skirt.

"Well, maybe you'd like to sit on my lap or dust something of mine with that duster?" 

Okay, the man was good-looking, but I'm not like that. I whacked him across the chest with my feather duster. "Huh! What do you think I am, some common hooker?"

The man broke into an even bigger smile, which infuriated me even more. He was looking at the duster. Then he winked at me!

I pursed my lips and my eyes flashed. I flicked the duster in agitation and put my other hand on my hip.

The man's smile got bigger. He must have been flashing every single on of his teeth. What the hell was this guy smiling about? But he only nodded and turned away.

I watched him walk off. I followed after a moment and saw him talking to some of the other party people. He motioned back over towards the house and I saw the people he was talking to smile. So the guy liked being stood up to, maybe. Good. Whatever my instructions, I wasn't going to play the whore for anyone.

I became a little busier when people finished their meals and began coming into the house. I tell you, if someone is carrying something they can drop, they will. I was using my duster to wipe some crumbs off an antique table that was probably worth more than my life when I felt someone's hand reach under my skirt and caress my pussy through my panties.

Now, the first time something like this happens, you freak out. The second time, you freak out, too. The third time, you begin to wonder if you have a sign on your back. But after you've been in the business a while, you know that the guy on the other end of that hand is like all the others. He'll think he's being cute, or sexy, or unique. But, it's really cliche. Sort of like watching a Hollywood movie and seeing the judge is a black woman. So I turned slowly, a look of patience on my face. I knew how to handle these types.

I used my duster to accentuate every single word I spat out. "I am not some common meat to be groped. I am engaged to be married. If you touch my pussy again, I will break every single one of those fingers of yours."

Flanking the man was another and also a tall blonde woman. The blonde woman had an air about her that wasn't smug at the same time. Very self-assured. She quirked a smile at me and nodded. The man next to the groper had a strange glint to his eye that bothered me and the groper was the same pendejo that had given me the pick-up line earlier.

"This one has some mettle in her," Glinty-Eyed said.

"Mmm, not like the others," Miss Self-Assured said. "She has potential."

"Yes, refreshing," Pendejo the Groper said.

While they were jabbering at each other, I saw Ernesto behind them. He had seen and heard everything, apparently. The look he gave me wasn't good. Damn. I made my getaway before I could be any more further involved in groper's mental issues.

Unfortunately, Ernesto must have had a homing beacon planted on me somewhere because he found me in one of the utility closets not two minutes later.

"Rita, remember what we told you about the guests? Treat them as if they were your employers."

What could I say to that? Was I supposed to let them grope me? Was it worth $56 an hour? Screw that.

"Do not disappoint the guests if you want to keep your job here."

I glared at him for a second, then lowered my head. I turned to replace the cleaner I had grabbed and instead picked up the duster again. If they were going to fire me, then they were going to fire me. I wasn't going to be some piece of meat for them to grope.

Ernesto walked away.

Was it possible to please the guests without being groped? With that in mind, I made my way around the mansion to see what the rest of the staff was doing. I went everywhere. I went places where I wasn't assigned duty. I looked in doors of closed rooms. I found a lot. Several of the partygoers were having sex. Two of the participants were maids. One of the butlers was tied down and being lightly whipped.

That got my mind to working. These were kinky people. Maybe if I could play on that I could avoid getting boned. Well, if it came to me getting boned, I would just say fuck them all and quit. But the money was good, so if I could avoid quitting to avoid getting boned, that would be best, no? I knew I had better come up with something quick, because all of the maids were getting hit on.

I knew I couldn't stay away from my assigned place forever; surely Ernesto had noticed and would fire me anyway if I didn't return. So I returned to the huge banquet room to clean the inevitable spills that would surely be there. I got a glare from Ernesto, but I smiled in return and immediately found a fallen pastry to scoop up. I tried to ignore the two people who had dropped it. They were on the seat in front of me. The woman was riding one of the toga dudes - right in front of everyone!

"Do you like this?" The woman asked the toga dude with scorn in her voice.

"Oh yes!" The man seemed like he was a wimp.

Hmm. Maybe...

"I see you like bending over; you look so good doing that." Groper dude again.

Perfect! The timing couldn't have been better. I knew exactly how I was going to get out of being fired. If only my guess was correct... I stood slowly and turned. I dumped the pastry onto the sex couple's forgotten plate and placed both hands on my hips. I tilted my head and cocked my hips forward, towards the groper.

"Yes, I bet you would like to see more, wouldn't you? I bet you would like to touch, wouldn't you?" I loaded my voice with the same scorn I had heard from the sex woman behind me.

I guessed right. Groper's face lit up like a gaudy Christmas tree. Now, to keep him occupied for a while so that no one else bothered me...

I unhooked my duster and jabbed it at him. "If you're good, I might let you see something."

That hit the spot. All his teeth showed in that toothy grin of his.

"All right then," I said, using my duster as a pointer. "Let's go this way."

Glinty-eyed guy saw me herding Groper towards the hall. He started following.

Damn. Could I keep two nutcases occupied until my shift was over?

Ernesto squinted at me for a few steps, but then smiled.

I herded Groper into a guest bedroom. Glinty followed us in. Oh well.

"Close the door," I used the Voice on Glinty. 

It worked.

"So you want to touch me, do you?"

Groper nodded.

"I don't think so. I think you'll have to show me how good you can be."

Glinty chuckled.

I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I had seen some of this stuff on TV, but only as comedy. If I could get the pendejo all worked up so that he squirted, then I could probably avoid having to quit for refusing to be boned. Thinking quickly, I decided I could do that. I just wouldn't tell my fiancé when I got home. Did he need to know the lengths I went to just to stay faithful? Wasn't being faithful the only question that mattered? And did it matter since I wasn't married yet? I had spoken no vows. I had to play this to win - winning being keeping my virtue for my fiancé. All else was fair game.

"Remove your clothes," I commanded. I put my hands on my hips and spread my legs.

Glinty sat in a chair to watch.

Groper shed his clothes.

"What a dutiful little boy. Very good." I stroked his cheek with the feathers and then made a show of walking around him. Well, why not? He was sort of handsome with enough muscle tone to look appealing. His back and chest were broad, his butt was tight and round, and his legs were almost sculpted. Tennis player, maybe. Or a career fireman or something. His prick was soft and just hanging there. I felt a little guilty for looking at it, but guys look at strippers and magazines and porno all day long; what's good for them is also good for me. Aren't the sexes equal?

"It's only fair that you reciprocate, you know," Glinty murmured from his chair.

I glanced at him but realized he was helping me along. I almost wanted to kiss him right there for that.

"Yes," I said. "I think he deserves a little something."

I slung my duster and kicked off my shoes. I reached up under my skirt and removed the black pantyhose. I made a show of each step, wiggling my hips and stroking the stockings down my legs.

"Mmmm," Groper moaned.

Truth be told, I felt ridiculous. I also felt naughty. I started to get a little nervous. Was I doing what the Kinsleys and Ernesto expected of me? If Jeff found out, would he claim that I had cheated, even though we weren't married? Even if I didn't get boned?

I stood in front of him as long as I dared - until he started to fidget. Shit, I've got to keep this guy occupied. Maybe the best was to get him to come as fast as I could. Guys that came rarely wanted to come again, and usually wanted to get away. Then I could go play maid, again.

"Sit on the floor," I said to Groper. "You don't deserve to sit in a chair."

Groper smiled and sat. I moved up to him and cocked my hips forward. His eyes were looking at my hemline and his breathing was heavy.

"You want to see what's under this skirt, don't you?" I swayed my hips from side to side.

"Oh man," Glinty muttered with a hint of amusement.

Groper reached out and touched my knee before I could get my duster out to whack him. I hit his knuckles with the wooden handle.

"Did I say you could touch me?" I furrowed my brow at him. Jeff says I look cute when I do this. "I think you're going to have to prove to me you're good enough to touch me."

Glinty broke out in genuine laughter. "Whoo boy!"

I smiled, but it was half sneer, too. Groper's breathing became very heavy. "I think I want to see you touch yourself, first."

Groper gripped his prick, which had swelled a little, and slowly stroked it. "Is this okay?"

"Is that the best you can do?" I thrust my hips at him.

Glinty laughed again.

Groper's mouth slowly fell open as he stroked himself. His eyes were staring at my hemline. He was really getting into it. I heard the door open and looked back. Ernesto and Miss Self-Assured were peeking in. Ernesto's look was very approving. Miss Self-Assured had a pleased look about her. They left and shut the door.

"Not bad, Pendejo." I wondered if calling him names was going too far. But Glinty's laugh told me I had not. "Maybe you can touch my knee now."

Groper reached his other hand up to my knee and lightly stroked it in time with his prick hand. Tingles welled up in me at his touch. I felt so nasty. His stroking wasn't finishing him, though, and I needed him to finish.

"That's very good. I think I will reward you." I reached up under my skirt and hooked my panties. I pulled them down and stepped out of them.

Groper about passed out. He moaned and caught my panties in his hand. He pulled them to his face and rubbed them all over.

Sheesh, he's doing that to my panties!

"You want to see under the skirt, now?"

"Oh yes!" He gasped.

"Yes, I think you have been a good boy. Stroke yourself harder." I inched my hemline up and up and up as he beat away on himself. I cocked my hips forward as my hemline reached my crotch. I was going to give him a good view.

"Ohhhh!" He groaned as he saw my shaved pussy. "Can I touch it? Please?"

Wow, he had asked. What do I do now? Shit.

"You may," I heard myself say.

His hand shot up but touched my pussy gently. More tingles tore through me as I realized that I was enjoying this little game. For the life of me, I would never have guessed I would be doing this and liking it. His fingers gently stroked my folds, my lips, and my clit. Electric jolts shot through me and my knees began to shake. My mind swirled with half thoughts and I felt woozy. I had to sit down, or I would fall.

"Lay down," I commanded.

He did and I walked up his body, each leg on either side of him. I didn't even pause over his erect prick. No way was I going to allow myself to get boned. I stopped over his head.

"You like?" 

"Oh, yes!" His eyes were glued to my pussy.

I rewarded him with the sight of me reaching my own hand in and playing with my pussy.

He moaned happily as he watched. His hand went faster on his prick.

But I still needed to sit. I knelt and sat on his chest. My pussy was inches from his face. "I bet you really like this, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Would you like to taste it, Pendejo?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"If you do a good job, I might reward you further," I said sternly. Hopefully he came and that would be that.

I scooted up and his tongue devoured my pussy. I gasped as my whole body tensed. Shit, it felt good! Tingles jolted back and forth and waves of warmth spread through me as he tongued me better than I have ever been tongued before. Oh my god I swear if I got married I would still work these parties just for this guy's tongue. I moaned on him for several minutes as hints of tension touched and fled. I shivered violently as the tension built within me. Higher and higher I felt myself soaring, and then suddenly the waves broke. Pleasure flooded me as my body convulsed in release.

"Oooo yes, baby! Very good... oohhh yes..." My hips bucked back and forth across his tongue, nose and chin.

Groper mumbled something that was muffled by my wet, quivering pussy.

Damn, he still hadn't come and I'd told him he would be rewarded further if he did a good job on me. Well, he sure had. "Okay, Pendejo, that was very good. I'll allow you to touch me while I reward you."

I reversed over him, straddling his chest and gripped his prick in my own hand. It felt hard and hot. It throbbed in my hand as he moaned happily. I felt his fingers gently invade my pussy. Ooohhhh that felt so damn good. I found myself jacking him desperately as he explored me with his fingers.

What a job! Not only was I getting paid an outrageous double-time amount but I was enjoying the party! Sign me up for all of them!


New Maid



I have a maid service that comes in once a week. I found that the firm I have been using was been getting sloppy. The maid wouldn't come at the time advised, the work was rather slap-dash and their prices were being jacked up. So I went looking for a new service. Found one that seemed OK and engaged them to come on a Friday morning for a tryout.

I was on the internet, looking at some old Playboy cartoons on one of the forums I attend, when the maid showed up. She was an attractive young woman in her early twenties, but I wasn't too impressed with her manner of dress. It just seemed sort of inappropriate to show up at a customer's place for maid service in skimpy shorts and a skimpy top. When I said I wanted maid service I did mean maid service. 

I invited her in, introducing myself and being informed that she was Trudi. Trudi wanted to make one thing clear, right from the start.

"I don't do windows," she informed. "It's company policy that the maids don't have to clean windows. If you want your windows done you have to contact a window cleaning company. I can refer you to a couple if you decide to."

I couldn't help it. I started laughing. Trudi looked a bit put out.

"What's so funny?" she asked. "We have to give that speech to new customers. We don't do windows and we have to tell them."

"Yes, I can understand that. I suspect that different insurance rates apply if you clean windows and the insurance can be a killer. That's not why I was laughing. It's just that what you said matched up with an old carton I just saw on the 'net. If you have a sense of humour I'll show you."

I've never met anyone who didn't think they had a sense of humour. People tend to feel insulted if you imply they don't have one. The cartoon I was referring to was a picture of a maid and her employer. The maid was naked bar a skimpy little apron that nearly covered her charms. It certainly didn't cover her breasts. The employer was saying something along the line of 'You don't do windows? That's OK. I'm prepared to make allowances.'

It had been the last cartoon I'd seen when Trudi knocked and it was still on the screen. I indicated that Trudi should look at it. She looked, blushed a little, and giggled.

"Ah, yes, well I'd better get on with my work," she said.

She started getting her things organised while I sat back and fought temptation. I have to admit, I didn't fight too hard. Trudi was a fetching young thing.

"Trudi," I said, "don't be offended but I'd love to see you cleaning as per the maid in the cartoon. What say a fifty dollar tip to clean topless? That's a private tip between us and not on the company books." 

What with taxes and the split she had to give the company, fifty extra would be useful. Trudi looked indignant, an automatic refusal on her lips. Then she paused, and sighed.

"I couldn't," she muttered. "I just couldn't. I'd be so embarrassed."

"Why?" I asked. "I'd have thought you had a fine pair of breasts. Why would they embarrass you?"

"I do have," she said, and this time the indignation showed. "I mean that I'd be embarrassed taking off my top in front of a strange man. I just don't do that sort of thing."

"You wear a bikini at the beach, don't you?" I pointed out. "Going topless or wearing a tiny little bikini at the beach. Not much difference really. And fifty is fifty."

I could see she was chewing it over. It was just her breasts, after all, and I had no doubt that men were always looking down her top to see them. I could see her wondering what difference would it make if she took her top off.

"Um, you wouldn't go and, ah, I mean, would you, er."

"If you're trying to ask if I'd try to grab them, the answer is no," I said, smiling. "It's just that I appreciate nice things and your breasts would certainly qualify."

While she was thinking that over I took a fifty out of my wallet, holding it so she could see it. She glared at me, shrugged, and slipped off her top and bra. I passed over the money, letting her see my sincere admiration. And it was sincere. She had a lovely pair, and they stood out firmly, not yet feeling the tug of gravity.

I reached in my wallet and took out another fifty.

Trudi looked puzzled for a moment, and then slightly shocked as she guessed what it meant. 

"Oh, I couldn't," she said in a small voice. "I simply couldn't."

"Why not?" I asked coaxingly. "You've already taken your top off. It's not that much different. And you have to admit, a tax free hundred is twice as good as a tax free fifty."

"I've never just walked around naked in front of anyone," she muttered.

"Then you should do it just so you know what it feels like," I explained. "It'll be a new experience for you. You may even find you like it."

A ridiculous reason for stripping, but hey, whatever works.

Now that Trudi had a logical reason, apart from money, she went ahead and did it. I have to admit, I was surprised. I hadn't really thought she would. I'd thought topless would be the most I could hope for, and I hadn't exactly had high hopes for that. I wasn't going to knock it though. I handed over the second fifty like a lamb, enjoying the view. I was even polite enough not to mention that she shaved. I'd read that women who regularly shave like to have sex.

It might have been a new experience for Trudi but that didn't stop her enjoying it to the fullest. Her nipples, I'd been pleased to note, had peaked even while she was still pulling down her panties. Now she was practically strutting around my unit, showing off her wares.

It seemed that where, previously, I would have expected her to crouch down to do something, it now became necessary for her to bend at the hips. If she was sideways to me I would see her breasts swaying gracefully beneath as she leaned over. If I was behind her, she would bend at the waist, legs parted to give her a proper balance. Pure coincidence that she was showing all that she had.

Oddly enough, when facing me she never seemed to have cause to bend over. Instead she would stand tall, shoulders back, and her arms of to the sides, busy doing something that wouldn't block my view.

For all the performance she was a very efficient housekeeper, getting everything cleaned and wiped down very smartly. That was why I was a little startled when a vase was knocked off the mantelpiece and broken.

"Oh my god," she wailed, "I'm so sorry. I'll replace it. I don't know how that could have happened."

Probably because you were taking greater care to flaunt your figure at me than watching what you were doing and that, of course, was entirely my fault.

"Replace it?" I said, sounding shocked. "That's a Ming Dynasty, worth three million. Or at least, it was."

Trudi went so white I thought she was going to faint. I laughed.

"Nah. It's just a cheap thing I bought at a garage sale when I wanted something for some flowers. A couple of buck was all it cost. Forget the damages."

Trudi was relieved but still profusely apologetic, regretting her clumsiness and offering to pay for the vase or to buy me another.

"Forget it," I repeated. "It really was just a cheap thing I bought one day when I needed something other than a glass jar. My sister waxed sarcastic when she saw I had flowers in a glass jar. I'll just paddle your bottom to teach you to be a little more careful and we'll let it go at that. OK?"

"OK," Trudi agreed, sounding relieved. Then her mind caught up with what I'd said. "Wait. What did you say?"

"Just that I'd give you a quick spanking, and we'd let it go."

She was shaking her head now, quite determinedly. 

"Oh, no," she said. "No, no, no, no, no. Not going to happen."

"Relax," I said. "It's not going to be a savage beating. Just half a dozen friendly swats to help warm you up before we proceed to a nice friendly seduction." 

"Still no," Trudi insisted. "No way am I going to be spanked."

I gave a theatrical sigh.

"Ah, well, if you feel that way about it, we'll drop the spanking and go right on to the loving."

Trudi looked satisfied for a few moments and then twigged. Loving?

"Hold on," she said quickly. "What's with this seduction and loving business."

I just smiled and ran my eyes over her, letting her see that I was enjoying looking. She blushed, shaking her head, and I saw her hands twitch, wanting to use them to cover herself.

"What on earth gave you the idea that I'd agree to something like that?" she gasped.

"Ah, let me see. Maybe it's the fact that you're parading around naked. Maybe the deliberate way you've been making sure I saw everything you had, putting it on display every chance you could. Maybe the way your nipples are standing out, asking for a touch. 

There again, maybe it's wishful thinking, because I really want you."

"It's wishful thinking," said Trudi, a touch defiantly. "I never agreed to anything like that. You said you wouldn't touch me, remember."

"Something like that," I agreed. "I was sort of hoping that'd you'd overlook that once we got started. It's going to be hard to make love to you if I can't lay my hands on you."

"But you're not going to make love to me," Trudi pointed out.

"Why not?"

"Why not? What do you mean, why not?"

"Just that. Why not let me make love to you? I'm sure you'll enjoy it and I'm damn certain that I will. Just look at yourself. Your body was made for a man's attention. Look how these are pointing and waiting."

The 'these' I referred to were her nipples, and I drew her attention to them by lightly touching one. Just a fleeting touch. Nothing that she could claim was unseemly groping. She blushed and moved away a little.

"I just don't do things like that. I don't even know you."

"Can you think of a better way to get to know someone? Who's it going to hurt?"

I stood up and moved across to the couch, shepherding her along in front of me. I settled down onto the couch and took hold of her wrist.

"Just sit down for a moment," I said, tugging lightly, "and see how things develop. We can always stop if you want to."

Trudi was still muttering half-hearted protests as I drew her down onto my knee, but she wasn't exactly fighting to be free. Her feeble pushing at me stopped abruptly when she sat on my knee and I took a nipple into my mouth.

She gasped and just sat there while my mouth tasted her nipple and breast and then crossed over to her other nipple. I teased her breasts with my mouth while my hand was easing along the inside of her leg, moving steadily higher.

Just before my hand landed on Trudi's mound I kissed her. She hesitated, but only for a moment, and then she was kissing me back. As soon as she started returning my kisses my hand closed over her mound and gently squeezed. 

With one hand cupping a breast and rubbing the nipple and the other starting to explore her pussy, Trudi's attentions were divided. Where she may have wanted to object to one touch or the other, she found herself being kissed, unable to come to a decision. Then it was too late to object as her body was moving against me, enjoying the attention.

I kept this up for a while, stroking breasts and pussy while my mouth kept her lips occupied, every so often wandering further afield to ensure that her breasts still tasted the same.

After a while I managed to ease Traci's hand down so it was resting against my groin. It stayed there, just touching me, but also feeling what I had there. It would have been impossible to miss. Then her hand eased over me, finding the zip undone and slipping inside, wanting to touch me. I was breathing heavily when her hand closed delicately around my erection and squeezed. 

We continued like this for a while, a little kissing and quite a bit of touching, her getting closer acquainted with my cock and me exploring her mound, externally and internally. Finally I was pushing her down onto the couch.

I stood and stripped off my trousers. It's amazing how fast they can come off in an emergency, and not wanting Trudi to have time to reconsider made this an emergency. I was back on the couch in no time flat, leaning over Trudi. She had one leg off the couch and was completely exposed to my lascivious intentions.

Trudi looked both excited and doubtful, lust and passion currently uppermost, with caution trying to sneak a word in.

"Ah, I, um, I don't know if this is such a good idea," she said nervously, watching as my cock started pressing against her slit.

"Then it's time to stop thinking and start feeling," I told her, pressing a little more firmly.

She didn't say anything else, just lay there, slightly propped up so she could see what I was doing. I pressed just a little harder and her lips yielded, letting me in, but closing firmly around me as the head of my cock started sinking deeper.

Trudi was breathing hard, watching as I claimed her, letting me push home without resistance. I was only half way home when the game changed. She gave a little gasp and pushed determinedly up against me, helping me drive fully home with a single surge.

I could feel her trembling slightly as I lay there, sheathed inside her. It wasn't fear or regret that was causing those shivers. It was excited eagerness, like a runner on the starter block waiting for the starter's pistol.

Not having a starter's pistol all I could do was pull back and then thrust firmly home again. Apparently that counted, as Trudi was pushing up hard to meet me as I returned. 

It was fun. We didn't worry about each other. We didn't have to consider does he/she like this or that. Should I take it slow and gradually increase speed? What does he/she think of this? Screw all that.

We screwed each other. I took her hard, fast and happy, and Trudi responded the same way, enthusiastically impaling herself on my weapon as I lunged at her. We bounced against each other, while I relished the drag of her feminine softness against my male hardness. Her breasts were bouncing in time to our loins, enticing me, and my hands claimed them and held them.

Finally I was kissing her and being kissed while our bodies ground against each other, my cock sliding in and out with a great rapidity, sure of its welcome every time it drove in.

We effectively mauled each other's bodies, and enjoyed every bit of it. I kept driving in, letting my excitement build, noting in an abstracted way that Trudi was still with me and building up a nice head of steam. She was starting to toss her head about, asking for more and for me to do it now, damn you, and I was only too happy to accede to her wishes.

I climaxed, letting her have my offering, and Trudi accepted it eagerly, closing tightly around me to ensure that she got all I had, pumping me dry.

I lay there, watching Trudi get dressed and then saw her out. She left smiling, with a bounce in her step. Me, I was grinning like a loon. I think I'm going to enjoy this new maid service.



New Maid



Because I was knelt over him with my pussy up for him to finger, my own face was very close to his prick. I noticed I was jacking it a little hard and eased off. I let my head fall forward over his prick. I opened my mouth and licked the head of his hot shaft. He smelled clean and tasted fresh. Good, a man that knows how to keep himself clean.

Groper moaned and thrust his hips up. His prick jabbed me in the cheek. Not wanting to get hit in the eye from this jerk, I went all the way down on him. His prick was about as long as Jeff's, and I had been good at working my fiance's length into my mouth. I did it here and Groper started really getting loud with his moans.

Would a blowjob by an engaged woman be considered cheating? Nah, I hadn't given vows yet. Maybe I would just consider this my bachelorette party.

I bobbed up and down for a few minutes on him and then got off. Somewhere in there a small crowd had come in. Miss Self-Assured and a few other men. Ernesto was against the wall, watching. I decided I could play along after all. If I could just get this guy to come...

"You've been a very good boy, Pendejo..."

"Can I fuck you?" His voice was shaking.

"Oh! Ho ho! You want to stick your prick into me?"

"Yes! I want to slide my cock into you!"

"I don't know... I think you've been a naughty boy..." I squeezed his prick in my hand, hard.

"Agh!" He cried out in pain.

Glinty and the other onlookers laughed.

I got up and turned around on him, straddling his hips. I continued to stroke him with my hand as I looked into his eyes, but he was looking at my skirt. I stood up and slid off my skirt. I was naked now below my blouse. I sat back down on him. What did it take to get him to come? I scooted up and rubbed my pussy mound on the underside of his prick.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes!" His hips thrust up and down under me, causing his prick to rub up and down my mound.

It felt good.

I leaned back a bit to expose my folds and angle my hole away from him so that it rubbed along his shaft. He wasn't getting in at this angle. But the sensation for me was incredible. I could feel his muscular prick throbbing through the folds of my pussy. It felt so naughty and nasty. I found my own hips moving in counterpoint to his. The sensations were amazing; I loved it. I felt that familiar ache deep inside that demanded attention. If I could get him to come, I might be able to hold out until I got home to Jeff.

Might?

I leaned up over him so that his prick was laying flat on his lower abdomen. I scooted back and forth, rubbing my pussy along his shaft. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I couldn't believe I was enjoying it. The ache called to me and beckoned. I knew if I could get closer, the ache would be sweeter, more alluring, and yet more insistent. Like a drug, I had to have more. I drew closer to the ache, teasing it, wanting it, being drawn by it, until I realized that I was out of control.

That was the danger of giving in to the ache. I had rubbed my pussy closer and closer to the head of his prick. My hole was massaging it even now - opening and closing around it, but not yet penetrating. I was going mad with desire, crazy with the need to be fucked, delirious with the ache of lust.

"Let me slide my cock into you, please!" Groper gasped out.

"Bad boy!" I croaked. "You don't ask! I take what I want!"

With that, I angled my pussy against the head of his prick and pushed down hard. With a brief flash of pain for alignment, his prick parted my lips. He was about a half inch inside me.

I was lost in lust. "You want to fuck me?" I demanded.

"Yes, please!" He was desperate. His prick throbbed at the entrance to my hole.

My pussy convulsed on the head of his prick. "Beg!" I hissed at him.

"Please let me slide my cock into you! Please! I beg you!" He was feverish and shaking with the effort of not thrusting up into me. I was impressed.

"Tell me what you want to do! Tell me, Pendejo!" I growled at him. I heard approving murmurs from behind me.

"I want to slide my cock into your beautiful pussy. I want to feel my hips against yours. I want to pump my cock in and out of you! I want to ram your hot little body!" 

He was shaking now so hard that I knew he was going to lose control any second. I was having control problems myself. I felt dizzy and hot. My body was on fire and yearning with an ache to feel his prick all the way up in me. I felt like I was balanced on the edge of a precipice, but the ground was eroding beneath me. I was about to fall and fall and fall...

"What do you want!" I hissed angrily. Then my voice rose to a shout "Shout it you bastard!"

"I WANT TO FUCK YOU! PLEASE! LET ME FUCK YOU, PLEASE!"

"Good boy. Fuck me, now!" Was that even me talking?

I pushed down and he thrust up as his prick parted my lips and pushed in. We slid together in one smooth movement. The feel of his prick invading my pussy and reaching the ache brought tears to my eyes. The vast hole that was inside of me was filled with his very hot prick. My ass rested against his hips and we held that position as cheers erupted around us.

Groper fucked me good. The other men watching had gathered around and were stroking themselves as we fucked.

"Mmm... ahhh..." Was that me? Was that me moaning and gasping? I didn't care. I ground my hips down on him as he slammed upward. Sometimes his balls came up and slapped at me when we had the thrusts right. I was in heaven. I fucked him back as I relished the feel of his bulging prick scratching my itch.

He grabbed my hips and thrust hard into me. This is what I needed. His thrusts quickened and I could feel his prick swell in me. Yes, he was going to come inside of me. Lust flared up and overrode any thoughts of pulling out. I wanted to feel his sperm in me.

As if knowing that sperm was on my mind, gobs of sperm began hitting me from the watching men. I felt it on my thigh, on my arm, and on my cheek. I looked up as some guy unloaded right into my eye.

"Pinche...!" I cussed.

Then I felt Groper's prick slam all the way home and strain to get deeper. He convulsed beneath me and I could feel a hot wetness erupt from him within me. More wetness added with each jerk and he jerked beneath me for twenty or thirty seconds. I felt like a river was gushing out of me. More sperm hit me from one of the watchers and there was a lot of clapping and cheering.

"Shit... what a mess..." I mumbled. I was drenched in sperm. Yuck.

Ernesto laughed.

I passed my probation on the spot, Ernesto told me later. I told him I wasn't sure if I wanted to do any more of the parties. I was going to be getting married and I wanted to be true to my husband. I might have enjoyed the party and what happened, but maybe it was best if it only happened once.

When Ernesto told me that party selection wasn't something that could be denied, I faced a real dilemma. I made up my mind that the next time I was selected for the party duty, that day would be my last. I couldn't go through with another and break my vows to Jeff, even if he never found out. 

I couldn't, could I?