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The Housekeeper

By: Biligaana



I woke to a thunderstorm typical for an early summer morning. Rolling over, I looked at the alarm clock, 10 o’clock. These rainy New Orleans mornings were great for sleeping. Beth was gone but I could still smell her perfume on the pillow beside me. Actually this was second time that I was awaken that day. At six I woke to Beth sucking on my dick. It was a great way to wake up. She had an early flight and was still horny despite out intense lovemaking the night before. It had not taken me long to get hard with her teasing of my cock and balls with her tongue. She was laying on her side, her head on my thigh, with one leg drawn up, affording me an excellent view of her pussy. As I began to get hard, I reached out with my right hand and spread the labia and teased her clit with my middle finger. 

She smiled. “I am glad that you are awake” she said as she rose to her knees and straddled me. “I was getting tired of playing with myself waiting for you to wake up.” 

She took my cock in her right had and guided it in to her pussy as she parted the lips with her left hand. She briefly rubbed the head on my cock on her clit before sinking on its fill length. Beth began slowly moving her hips back and forth. I could feel the crack of ass on my balls. Oh, how I love that sensation! As she quickened the pace, she moved up and down. Her pussy almost allowing my dick to slip out before plunging back in. She rode me with an intensity that I not experienced in the three months that we had been an “item”. She ground her crotch on my cock and balls with such force that I grunted and was forced to spread my legs to allow my balls drop out of harms way. She talked to me as she rode my cock, well, not so much talked, more like chanted. 

“Yes...yes...yes...oh God, Yes...your dick is so hard and feels so good inside me. Filling my pussy....” 

I had never heard her talk like this before. Usually, and only when she had too, she referred to her sex in geographic terms: “down there”. As she hit her rhythm, she arched he back and pulled hard on her nipple. Her breasts glistened with the sweat that comes with living in near 100% humidity. The pace quickened to a nearly frantic tempo as she approached orgasm. Her breath came in short gasps, he body tensed as the first wave of her orgasm shot through her body. As I felt her pussy contract, I unloaded my cum into her. I clenched my butt and arched my back, forcing myself deeply inside. She fell on top of me panting and shuddering.

“Oh man, that was good! So very good!” I stroked her back and kneaded her ass. As she luxuriated in the post orgasmic glow the rain began to fall, and she said, with a giggle, “I hope that I can walk through the airport.”

I reached down and felt my balls. They were still sticky from a mixture of her pussy juice, my cum and sweat. I licked my fingers. It was my day off and I had planned on spending most of it in bed with Beth but something had come up at the last minute and Beth was forced to catch an early flight. I now had no idea how I was going to spend the day. As I was contemplating my day, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a vacuum cleaner. Ahhh, I remembered, it was Thursday. Thursday was the day Angelicia came to clean. She was nothing if not prompt. She had been cleaning my apartment once a week for about six months and had never been late or missed a day. I had a “special arrangement” with Angelicia. When I first moved to New Orleans on temporary assignment I had found a corporate apartment that provided everything but the toothbrush. Angelicia was the maid that was assigned to clean my apartment. She worked as a nurse in the local hospital at night and cleaned a few apartments in the mornings. She was about 5' 6" extremely well built and spoke with a distinct Creole accent. The first thing that I noticed about Angelicia was that she had expensive tasted in jewelry and clothes. The second thing that I noticed was she was always looking for additional work. She began doing my laundry and shopping, paid for, naturally, in cash. A trip to the post office was $10, deliver a package across town $25 wash my car $10 and so forth. It was reaching a point where I couldn’t do anything with out her asking if she could do it. My need were rather modest, living as I was. After repeated offers by her to do more of my chores, I asked in frustration “You try and do everything imaginable so what do you charge for a blow job!?” 

With a straight face, she shot back “For that, I charge by the inch, ten dollars per inch! Do you want an estimate?” I had to laugh. Ultimately, I negotiated a consistent rate for cleaning and six dollars per inch (in cash) for as long as I was in the apartment. With the living expenses that my company allowed me, it meant that I might have to cut back on my restaurant eating, but I could stand to loose some weight and it might cut back on my jerking off. For the past five months, every Thursday when she was finished cleaning, she would come to my room, pull back the covers and suck me off. She then changed the sheets while I showered. The first few times it had only taken her a few minutes to get me off. But lately I managed to stretch out the pleasure. Angelicia gave great head. What was it someone said about sucking the chrome off a bumper hitch? It had never gone beyond just sucking my dick though. The one time that I tried to squeeze her breasts, She put a stop to that right away by clamping her teeth on my cock. I got the message right away.

I initially, and for obvious reasons, never mentioned my arrangement with Angelicia to Beth. But as our relationship became more serious, I began to feel guilty about keeping this secret from her. Even as the sex between us heated up, I still enjoyed my Thursday morning blow job. But to be fair to Beth, I told her. She met the news with a mixture of surprise, shock and some amusement. I was very careful to point out that it was, after all, only a blow job and nothing more. I had no other sexual contact with Angelicia. Beth either accepted or ignored the arrangement -I wasn't sure which- since then. She did call me one morning when Angelicia was fulling her part of the contract. Beth teased me by repeatedly asking what I was doing and wouldn’t hang up the phone until I had admitted that I had cum.

This morning I wasn’t sure that I wanted my Thursday morning blow job. I was satiated from this mornings and last nights lovemaking. But true to form, my dick began to harden as I heard Angelicia walk up the stairs. Every Thursday morning for the rest of my life, I was probably going to wake up with a hard on. I hadn’t showered and definitely smelled like sex. Angelicia entered my room as I was getting out of bed. 

“Where ya goin’ sugar? I got two mo’ houses to clean and them rich women across da lake don’t like it when I late” She walked to the bed. She was still in her nurses uniform from her night job. And, as she did every Thursday, she pulledback the covers and knelt facing me on the bed. 

“Let’s just skip it today, huh Angelicia” I said. 

“No chance, sugar, I got a car payment this week and you be needin’ this bad” she said. Looking at my cock. Before I could stop her, she grabbed my cock and ran her tongue up the underside. Stuffing it in her mouth, she sucked long and hard. 

“Smells like you been gettin’ something” she said “tastes like it too” She hardly missed a stroke. “You get yo’self some pussy last night? Maybe that skinny white woman you been seein’. She sho’ pretty.” Angelicia continued “she got nice tits but no ass” apparently referring to the picture of Beth and myself at Hilton Head that adorned the refrigerator. “Don’t taste to bad, either”. As always, she was able to get me really hard. She could really do wonders with her mouth.

Angelica repositioned herself between my legs, on her knees so that her ass faced the mirrored closet doors. The cloth of the skirt of her nurses uniformed stretched tight. I could see that she was wearing white hose with garters, contrasting nicely with her smooth dark skin. Something was different about today. The way Angelicia was manipulating my cock; she was more aggressive than usual. She continued to suck and lick the length of my dick. Despite the workout my cock had during the previous 12 hours, I was enjoying myself. Angelicia seemed less intent on making me cum than on prolonging the experience. She cupped and squeezed my balls as her tongue flicked the head of my cock. He hand lifted my balls out of the way, licking the base of my balls and the space between my balls and my asshole. 

I shuddered. “Ohhhh, I like!” I breathed. She had never done that before. He hand moved up and down the shaft of my shaft as she took first one ball and then the other into her mouth. She continued to lick and suck my cock until I was almost begging to cum, Sensing that I was getting close, she would stop and tease my balls.

“Why did you stop? I asked, “I was getting so close”. 

She smiled. She repeated the process several more times until I thought I would go nuts. “Oh, please” I begged “Let me cum!”. I reached for my cock to finish myself off. 

“No, No, sugar. We ain’t done yet” she said as she pulled my hand a way. “You just lay there a minute more” she said as she stood. She stood at the foot of my bed for a brief moment and then began to sway back and forth as if listening to some song that only she could hear. Angelicia preformed the most magnificent strip tease; one that would rival anything that I had ever seen in the French Quarter. She stripped down to a half bra, panties and white stocking. As she continued to dance, her hands roamed freely on he body. First squeezing her breasts, then pulling at the nipples. My swollen cock seemed to swell further. Angelicia’s fingers worked themselves into her panties as she gyrated hips as though she was being slowly fucked. She shed her bra revealing full, rounded breasts with large areolas. As he fingers tugged at the nipples, they became fully erect. She danced beside the bed and moved toward my head. She placed one foot by my head and the other on the floor on the floor, opening the crotch to my view. The crotch of her panties were wet and her dark pubic shown through the white fabric. Several times she brought her crotch within inches of my face only to pull away if I made any move toward her. She turned away from me as she slid the panties off her hips. She bent over, nearly double, exposing the moist lips of her sex. She dropped the panties by my head and stepped on to the bed. She stood directly above me, her fingers lightly playing with the outer lips of her pussy. Slowly she lowered her pussy toward my face until it was almost touching my nose. I breathed deeply, inhaling her fragrance.

“Stick out your tongue but don’t move your head” she commanded. I complied. She gently, ever so gently, allowed her pussy to graze my tongue. Back and forth, back and forth. Just touching the tip of my tongue. She spread the lips of her pussy exposing her clit. She allowed my tongue to just barely touch it before pulling away. She was wet now, her juices flowing on to my tongue. I dared not swallow lest my only contact with her be lost. I could taste her pussy and the juice flowed like a river down my tongue and into my mouth. Finally she pulled away completely, repositioned herself on her knees, the lowered herself completely on my face. My nose was just below her clit and my tongue buried deeply inside her. As she allowed more of her weight onto my face, breathing became more difficult. She began moving her hips back and forth, allowing my nose to stimulated her clit. I was able to breath in time with her strokes on my face. I wanted so badly to stroke my throbbing cock but my arms were pinned by her legs.

She moved down my body until per pussy had pinned my dick back against my stomach, the lips of which spread across the width of my dick. She slowly moved her pussy back and forth on my dick, driving me mad. I could feel her slick juices soaking my dick and balls. She began playing with my nipples; pulling and pinching. Faster. Harder as her pussy slipped back and forth on my cock. She would bend forward on the back stroke and allow the head of my cock to rub her clit on the forward stroke. My cock was wet and shiny. She made one bore forward stroke and allowed my cock to be sucked into her pussy. She rode my cock slowly at first then faster, then slower. She turned, faced my feet and remounted my dick; her ass spread across my pelvis. As she rocked forward I could see her asshole. I could have sworn it winked at me. She continued fucking me while she played with my balls. In the mirror I could see her rubbing her clit. She finally hit just the right rhythm and as she did I could feel her pussy begin contracting in anticipation of cuming. One of her well lubricated fingers slid down to my asshole and began to press inward. This was a new and exciting sensation for me. I began to moan through gritted teeth as I approached my orgasm. As Angelicia came, she press the finger in as far as she could. That was all it took. As I came, she slid off my cock, and pumped it as my come shot on to her chest and into the air. 

“Ohhhh God. Yes, I am cumming” I shouted.. My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I closed my eyes and let the sensation subside. I was out of breath and speechless.

When I open my eyes, Beth was standing by the bed. I was dumb struck. I couldn’t think of what to say. Angelicia was laying at my feet, shiny pussy, and my come dripping from her breasts. I began stammering and babbling. But Beth wasn’t listening, her attention was directed toward Angelicia. “Triple or nothing, right?” said Beth. Angelicia smiled and nodded. Beth handed her several larger denomination bills. As Angelicia stood, Beth replaced took her place on the bed. She moved astride my chest. She wiped some of the cum off Angelicia’s nipple and licked it thoughtfully from her finger. She lifted her skirt and I noticed that she was wearing no panties. The lips of the pussy were engorged and she was very wet. She sat on my chest so the insides of her thighs pinning my head so that I couldn’t move and inch either way. 

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked. The tone of her voice was not one of anger, but of finality. “From what I could see it looked like you did.” She continued “It looked like she fucked you pretty good” I gave a tentative nod, still not having found my voice. “Is there anything else Angelica can do for you” Anything else you need?” Her voice changed to a more comforting tone. “You see, dear, today is her last day. So if there is anything else she can do for you, or to you, just ask. I’m buying.” Our eyes met. “You want to try something else?” I could only shake my head no. She grabbed my hair and pinned to firmly on the pillow. “I hope that you enjoyed that” her voice changed yet again, this time to the equivalent of my Marine Corp drill Sargent, “because, from now on I am the ONLY woman in your life! Do you understand that?” 

I nodded.

“You want a blow job, you ask ME!” 

I nodded yet again.

She kissed me, thrusting her tongue deeply into my mouth. She released my hair. 

“Beth” I began “I love you, I don’t want anyone else in my life, ever!” 

She smiled. I love you to” she said “but if I ever catch you messing around on me, I'll cut your nuts off” She smiled as she pulled her dress over her head. 

“God, you two made me so horny!” she said. “I about wore out my fingers watching you. Now I expect some satisfaction.” She began lowering her pussy to my face. I did my duty and began to lick, Angelica, who I had nearly forgotten about, finished dressing and began to leave. 

“Say good bye to Angelicia” said Beth.

Angelicia, smiling, bent down toward my face, Beth moved her pussy out of the way and Angelica gave me a long, deep kiss, nearly sucking my tongue out of my mouth. 

“See ya, sugar” she said. As she left the room she watched us for a moment and said “I know that I said she had no ass, but I was wrong. She got a nice ass. You do her as good as you did me!” 

“Bye Angelicia” laughed Beth. Beth moved back over my face, sinking down, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her pussy.

“Eat” she said, simply. And I did.

The Housekeeper



I've been complaining for weeks about how hard it is to keep the house clean with both of us working so much. Between work, the kids, and keeping the house organized there's no time left for us. So for a few days we have discussed the idea of hiring someone to come in twice a week to do the cleaning. We ran an ad in yesterday's newspaper and today we begin interviewing applicants. 

Naturally we want to be careful about giving someone access to our home. The first couple of candidates come and go; one was a teenager who seemed a bit too interested in where we keep the silver, and the other was a 60 year old grandma who wore glasses so thick she'd be bitten by a dust bunny before she saw it! 

But now candidate #3 sits before us. Her name is Karen, and she's a 22-year-old university student looking to make some extra money. She is also stunning, and dressed provocatively in a short skirt and a blouse that shows some delicious cleavage. You and I are both looking at her lustfully; we've discussed the idea of spicing up our sex life by involving a third person, and we both were attracted to Karen the moment she walked in. I have fantasized about sex with another woman, and you have enthusiastically agreed to participate if we found a willing partner. 

Throughout the interview we try to put Karen at ease, and soon she seems more relaxed, even smiling and laughing at your little jokes. Gradually the conversation turns more personal and I ask her if she has a boyfriend. She doesn't. You then comment that it must be "frustrating" for her, being alone. She blushes a little, as you move beside her and put a hand on her knee. Gently you touch her face and tell her that the two of us could ease her "tension" if she wants. Her eyes widen and a small moan escapes as your hand moves up under her skirt. She looks at me to see what I think of this, and I give her a warm encouraging smile as I begin to unbutton my blouse. 

I move over to take your place beside her, dropping my blouse to the floor. I put my arms around her and gently kiss her as my hands fondle her breasts through her blouse. I slowly remove that barrier, followed quickly by her bra. My hands caress her large firm tits as I kiss her more passionately. I feel her nipples harden in my fingers and I kiss my way down her neck to lick and suck those lovely tips. 

By now she is moaning, and she reaches to remove my bra and work my aching nipples with her fingers and mouth. Meanwhile you have stripped down to your silk boxers and your rock hard cock tells me that you are enjoying the show Karen and I are giving you. You sit back to watch, stroking yourself through the thin silk. 

Karen is getting into this now, taking off her skirt to reveal thigh high stockings and black thong panties. I remove the stockings and panties for her, stroking her long silky legs and kissing her inner thighs. Her musky scent drives me wild and I can see she is wet already. I kiss, lick, nibble my way up her thighs, inching towards her pussy as her hips arch to urge me on. Finally I'm there and I kiss her lovely lips, running my tongue up and down as she moans. 

I tell her how good she tastes, then go back to lapping up her sweet nectar. My tongue flicks her clit once or twice, as my fingers probe her folds and slide in and out of her tight hole. Now I lick her clit slowly, circling it, stroking it, as my fingers fuck her pussy rhythmically. She is moaning, nearing orgasm, and I signal you to join us. You come over and start licking and sucking her erect nipples. 

She pulls off your shorts and greedily sucks your hard member as I fuck her wet pussy with my tongue and fingers. You are so turned on watching me eat another woman that you cum in Karen's talented mouth almost instantly, at the same time as she grinds down against my fingers and mouth, shuddering with an explosive orgasm.

Now you and Karen decide it's my turn to be pleasured. She pushes me back on the couch and sits beside me. You sit on my other side and the two of you take turns kissing me. Your fingers wander down to rub my dripping pussy, as Karen's mouth finds my tender nipples, licking and sucking them til they're hard. Karen moves down between my legs and softly starts rubbing and licking my aching pussy, tonguing my clit like an expert. You move to feed me your gorgeous cock. I lick your balls, running my tongue up and down your shaft, then sucking you in, feeling you grow and swell in my warm wet mouth as I take you all the way down. 

Karen's tongue lashing brings me quickly to my first orgasm, and as she feels me tighten up she grabs my ass and buries her face in my juicy hot flesh, causing me to explode with a loud moan. You are now hard and ready again, so I lay you down on the floor and Karen and I both climb on top of you. She straddles your face as I impale myself on your hard hot rod. You lick and suck her honey-pot as I move slowly up and down on you, my pussy is so tight and wet. Karen and I are facing each other over your body, and we kiss deeply, rubbing and sucking each other's nipples, playing with each other's clits. I feel you swell inside me as you watch these two hot horny women playing with each other. I ride you faster now, and your tongue dances on Karen's clit as you fuck her with two fingers. 

She rubs my clit as I fuck your hard cock, and all at once we explode in a mind blowing orgasm. Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 

After catching our breath we all cuddle together, kissing and caressing. You and I look at each other, knowing we have ourselves a new housekeeper. After a brief nap the three of us clean up in the shower...but that's another story.



The Housekeeper



I watched Maria sway her hips from side to side singing to herself in Spanish tossing clothes into the washer, the music blared from her headphones. I walked over taking in the sweet scent of her perfume. "Maria?" I asked putting my hand on her shoulder, she gasped grabbing my hand and moving swiftly kicking my legs out from under me. "AYE DIOS MIO! AYE SENOR! Oh I'm so sorry." She said getting down to me quickly, her voice heavy with an accent.

I placed my hand on the back of my head, looking up at her. "I didn't expect you home so soon senor." She said pulling me up into a sitting position looking at the back of my head.

"It's O.K. I'm sorry I startled you." I said looking at her. 

"The house, it's so big. I hear noise." She said pulling the headphones off her ears taking the MP3 player and tossing it on the basket full of clothes near the dryer. 

"Yea I know. When, you're alone you can start to hear stuff." I said. She stood, grabbing my wrist she attempted to help me up. 

"I am sorry senor." She said blushing looking around. 

"Really Maria it's Okay" I said touching her shoulder, she shivered lightly under my touch. 

"Ms. Kelly she call, said she be home late with mija." She shook me off, stepping back into the washer. "The clothes in the washer and I start on these." She said leaning down, I caught a great view of her round ass in those tight jeans that hugged her hips so nicely. 

"That's fine Maria." I said taking a step closer to her. She blushed and walked around me. As I watched her turn the corner, I felt the stirring in my pants begin bringing my dick to life.

I moved though the house looking over the things she had cleaned. Eyeing her light grey sweater on the couch, I made my way over. As I picked it up, looking the soft fleece material over, the soft scent of her perfume hit my nose. 

I had to have her.

I walked upstairs hearing her sing softly from Brianna's bedroom, I looked into the doorway watching her back to me. Short about 5'3, really short, soft brown skin hidden under that pair of low rise jeans that hugged her hips nicely. Long black hair with burgundy highlights set off the black tint of her hair. I watched her lean over... that ass, I wanted to have it, bend her over a table, hear her cry my name. 

She turned slowly. Not noticing me, she walked to the closet, swaying her head from side to side to the music that played into the buds in her ears. Her chest, while not as big as Kelly's, was perfect in it's own light. Soft full lips, clear complexion, and big, soft brown eyes a small nose and high cheek bones. "Oh senor... something wrong?" She asked startled, looking at me. Shaking my head as I walked into the room and sat on Brianna's bed. 

"Do you have a family?" I asked pulling out one of Brianna's shirts folding it slowly. 

"No senor... I mean my family but no children's." She said softly picking up hangers slipping dresses onto them and laying them next to me. 

"Do you want them?" I asked looking at her, her face softened as she shook her head yes.

"Many, I grew up in a big family." She said simply getting lost in her own thoughts. 

"Did you like Mexico?" I asked leaning back on my elbows.

She looked down at the clothes frowning. "It was okay. We come to this country to find a better life." She said pulling out more clothes from the basket folding them and placing them into drawers, she made her way back to the bed picking up the basket she looked at me for a second giving me that smile that seemed to melt everything around me. 

I stood following her from Brianna's bedroom into mine setting the basket down on the bed grabbing bigger hangers from the closet I shared with Kelly. I watched her walk back and forth carrying clothes. "I'm done senor, is there anything else you would like me to do?" She asked holding the basket on the side of her hip. I watched her intently as she walked towards me near the door. 

"Not that I can think of right now..." I replied. She shook her head yes, she timidly walked closer to me looking down at the ground. "Wait." I said as she stopped halfway out the door next to me, I looked down wrapping my arm around her 5'2 frame. 

"Senor." She gasped. Leaning down, I placed my lips on hers, licking the bottom. She opened her supple pink lips slowly. Slipping my tongue in, I quickly found her's, struggling with mine. The force so intoxicating that I could barely hear the soft thud of the basket as it hit the ground. A moan escaped her mouth into mine as I pushed her against the doorway, my hand running up her thigh over her stomach and onto her chest. Smiling inwardly as she flinched under my hand, I kneaded her softly, the kiss becoming more intense. 

Pulling away, I watched her eyes flutter open. Gliding my hand down her stomach slipping it up her shirt, grazing my hand across her bra clad breasts. 

"JOEY! I'M HOME!" Kelly yelled coming into the back door., 

Maria stiffened quickly and tried to get away from my hold on her chest. "Senor, please." She gasped feeling my finger wrap around her nipple and squeezed tightly. 

"HONEY! WHERE ARE YOU!?" Kelly yelled, her footsteps could be heard coming closer. 

"Please." Maria said again looking at the stairs, rubbing her tittie roughly, her face contorted in pleasure. 

"Joe, you upstairs?" Kelly asked her heels clicking on the hardwood. 

"Yea hon." I said letting go of Maria gently. She turned and grabbed the basket that she brought with her. 

"Oh hi Maria." Kelly said as she walked up to me kissing my cheek lightly. 

"Buenas tardes Senora." (Good Afternoon ma'am) Maria bowed her head slowly. 

"Are you heading out now?" Kelly asked again turning and started for the stairs, I reached over and pinched Maria's ass as she walked behind Kelly. 

"Si Senora, everything is finished." (Yes ma'am) Maria said shyly not looking up clutching the basket. 

"Great, so look I don't need you to come in tomorrow, maybe not Friday either, still not sure on that but I'll call you in case anything changes. Just plan on not being here and we'll see you Monday, I'll be home around 7:15 maybe 7:30 on Monday night as well and seeing as Joey can take care of himself you can leave around 5:30." Kelly continued walking into the kitchen. Maria nodded and placed the basket in her hands on the floor of the laundry room. "Great, we'll see you then." Kelly smiled and turned her back on Maria, she looked at me blushing a bright red. 

"Goodnight." She said walking away from me. 

"See you later Maria." I said hinting a hidden meaning behind it. I turned my attention back to my wife who stood behind me wearing a tight grey skirt, with a loose white blouse and a grey vest.

"Hi baby." I said wrapping my arms around her waist moving her with me slowly from side to side. 

"Hi." She said flatly. Frowning, I moved the hair from her neck, placing the soft kisses up her neck to just under her ear the most sensitive spot on her body. "Joe, stop." Annoyed she shrugged me off. 

"Kelly, come on, you work all day and when you come home I wanna spend time with you." I said moving back leaning on the counter behind me. 

"Now you know how I feel when you go into the studio or one tour. This is my job, I know you need some attention just let me get this account out of the way and I promise, we'll stay home." She said putting down the paperwork from the law firm she worked at in the city. 

"Fine." I groaned grabbing and apple and walked out of the kitchen.

Two months and not so much as a blow job, I thought, taking my shirt off and tossing it onto the floor of the closet. 





The Housekeeper



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The Housekeeper Ch. 01



Cassie watched Sam complete the last two laps between the anchored rowboats. He treaded water for a moment, located the girls, and then swam the few strokes to the beach. 

She and Wendy relaxed under the big umbrella, keeping tabs on the two younger ones and licking their ice creams. Their eyes followed Sam as he made his way across the golden sand towards them. 

"Sammy beat me for the first time today," Wendy said. "Did you see it?"

"Lately, you've been letting him win. I didn't notice any difference."

Wendy and Sam had been swimming together since they were both thirteen; in competition with each other and with the school's crack swimming teams. 

They were both State champions during their junior year.

Wendy was the better swimmer and could thrash Sam over the 100 metres; up till now.

"No, he beat me fair and square today. I put everything into it." 

Her long tongue came out, and caressed the head of her ice-cream. "It's about time too." 

"Godd Cass, look at him, when did he start to get those muscles?"

Cassie tracked her brother's progress up the beach to where they sat. 

"Yeah," she sniggered, "check out the Speedos. "It's amazing how much he's grown since last summer."

"Not as big as that new boyfriend of yours Cass." Wendy swirled her tongue around the ice cream cone to pick up the melted drops.

"Yeah, well, like I said to you before Wendy, poor old Daryl is so big he doesn't get really stiff. That is not a problem with Sammy as you know."

They sat quietly watching Sam move up the beach and collect the two younger boys, making sand castles. 

"Hmmm," said Wendy, between slow licks, "Sammy's hips are getting slimmer and mine are expanding."

"Just as well, you looked like a beanpole up until this year." 

This summer, Wendy had been forced to change her style of swimsuit from her sleek racing lycra of the past years for one with a crossover bodice to support her new, burgeoning breasts. 

"OK boys," Sam said as they came and sat beside Cass and Wendy, "up you get and hop under the beach shower and wash the salt water and sand off you, then head home please."

Sam bent and picked up his beach towel and smiled at his two favourite girls. "We have to go home early Cassie. Mum's coming down with the new Housekeeper, she wants us there by 11:30."

Cassie gave a groan. Wendy licked the last of her ice cream as she quietly reassessed her swimming partner and sometime pinch hitter date (whenever they were both short on someone to go out with).

"I'll leave you to it," she said. "Tell me about it later. I'm going home and have a shower." She put out her hand and Sam gently pulled her to her feet. Although he was over six feet tall, Wendy could still look him in the eye. They'd both sprung up since last summer and they'd both developed. 

While the extra muscle tone and broadening chest had helped Sam in the water, Wendy thought her newfound C cups were a definite disadvantage for swimming.

Cassie had developed her cleavage two years earlier even though she was younger than her best friend. This year, Wendy had caught up with her.

Cassie put out her hand and her brother pulled her to her feet also. "What's this, Land of the Giants?" Cassie looked from her friend to her brother. Despite being a respectable 5'8" she was a good four or five inches shorter than Sam or Wendy. Wendy gave Cass a quick peck on the cheek, "Good luck you guys," and sauntered off down the beach towards her home.

Sam collected his two little brothers and Cassie and he headed up the beach towards their place.

Of the four children, Sam was the eldest. A few years earlier when he became a teenager, Sam's parents, both professionals, would leave him in charge of the house, while they'd go up to the city and stay in their Townhouse (which was more like a six bedroom mansion) in the Eastern Suburbs.

They began to travel there more often, and stay longer, as time went by. And it soon became apparent that Sam just couldn't cope with minding the children and also take himself to High School each day.

It was Ok for a couple of nights away but when they began to stay up town for a week or two at a time, they saw how Sam's schoolwork suffered badly. 

They decided for the duration of their heavy City schedules to hire a housekeeper who would move in with the children and organise the home in their absence.

They'd had quite a few nannies or housekeepers as Sam was growing up; some as young as sixteen, some as old as sixty, and everything in between. 

Most didn't stay long, for a variety of reasons.

Laura was in her early 30's, a tall austere woman with nut-brown hair pulled back severely into a tight bun. Her steel grey eyes were large and intelligent and didn't miss a thing and scrutinised the children as they gathered round waiting for their mother's announcement.

"Ok kids, settle down please," said their Mum "I have something to tell you. She turned towards Laura and said, "This is Laura." She paused and looked at her assembled brood. 

"Laura will be taking over the house and will be acting in our...your father's and my, place whenever we are away." She said.

"I know you'll give Laura your utmost cooperation at all times. Especially you older ones." She looked directly at Cassie, who at eighteen was proving to be a handful and was forever pushing the boundaries. 

Cassie had history with housekeepers, going back many years. Her dislike for any authority, even her own parents', was legend. And her attitude had not matured with age.

"Sam, I am counting on you," his mother added. 

Sam nodded but silently surveyed the new housekeeper.

She was standing ramrod straight in her black power suit, which covered her from neck to mid-calf. 

She wore flat heeled, no nonsense matron's shoes. 

There was something strange about her. Was it the eyes with their permanent pissed-off look? He couldn't quite put his finger on it. But, he sighed to himself, time would tell.

His mother was still speaking.

"...so now, I'll ask Laura to say a few words, then you can all go."

Laura thanked Sam's mum and addressed the children. 

"Hello Children, as your mother said, I'll be taking over the running of the household and making sure that you are properly cared for. 

I shall be grateful for your assistance in ensuring that everything around here runs smoothly." She looked at Cassie and then at Sam. 

"I expect you older children to set a good example. If you do what I ask, when I ask, which won't be that much, you can't help but get along with me. Thank you." She turned to Sam's mum, and stepped back.

"Thank you Laura," his mother said. 

"Ok Kids, away you go. Get your homework done before you go out to play." 

She and Laura went back upstairs to conclude their business. His mum was due to return uptown within an hour.

"WHAAAT the FUCK was THAT?" Cassie asked Sam as she watched Laura and her mother climb the stairs. "Did you see how she was dressed? And what about the faces she pulls. I bet she sucked lemons before she made her, 'can't HELP but get along with me' speech. Holy shit I get bad vibes from that one."

Sam laughed. "You get bad vibes from all the housekeepers Cass. I daresay we won't have much to do with her," he said. "We can virtually look after ourselves. She's mainly here for the little kids; and keep the house in order.

"AND," he added, giving his sister a stern eye, "I am grateful for not having to do it all myself anymore." 

Years before when Sam had first discovered masturbation, it took him over with a vengeance. 

One night, in the downstairs shower when he was engrossed in a particularly strong orgasm, he noticed a blinding flash and looked up, mid stroke, to be greeted by Cassie and the new girl from his class in school, standing there with his 35mm camera. 

The girl was Wendy. She stood there in awe and shock, having been invited by her new friend, Cassie, to join in and play a joke on Cassie's big brother.

"You frightened six month's growth out of me," Wendy laughed, one Saturday night, years later when she and Sam had become more than just good friends.

"I thought you were having a Grand Mal seizure...until I saw what you had in your hand." 

Cassie had promised to show the photos to everyone at school, but decided not to, when he promised faithfully to do her household chores for six months.

The six months stretched into a year; then two.

And although over the last couple of years, the photos really didn't have any power anymore...masturbation was no big deal with anyone in his class, Sam had continued doing most of Cassie's share of housework just out of years of habit.

Admittedly, Cassie returned favours in other ways and was fiercely loyal to her big brother. But the day Cassie helped with the housework, Sam would probably drop dead with shock. 

This new housekeeper looked like she'd take no shit from anyone; poor Cassie.

"If she keeps out of my way, we'll get along fine" said Cassie "I'm going down to Wendy's house. Seeya." 

Sam's parents had made a truly unique deal this time. They retained Laura as a live-in housekeeper and organised for her husband to come down every second or third week-end and do gardening. 

They turned out to be a strange couple. Sam had seen other strange housekeepers over the years he was growing up. Some were overbearing from 'day 1,' like the woman who told young Fred that he had done something wrong and he had to be punished. 

Fred, who was ten or eleven at the time, was not used to people coming into his home and, after being there only two days, thinking that they had the right to punish him with a strap, for 'being naughty.'

The housekeeper hit Fred once with the belt before he turned on her and wrenched it from her hand and whacked her with it, hard, across her behind. 

She fled in terror, locked herself in her room and promptly resigned the next day.

Sam's parents must have taken that (and a few similar incidents), into account when they chose Laura.

Laura showed herself to be much tougher than her predecessor and a little overzealous with her religion, and punctuated every new pronouncement she'd make with the relevant passage from the Bible. 

Her favourite saying was, "You'll go straight to hell for that..." and she would use it for the slightest infringement of her rules.

When her husband came down the next weekend, Sam could see from where she was getting it.

Jorge was a much older man probably pushing fifty, and was as sanctimonious as any lay preacher Sam had ever seen. 

If Laura was tough, her husband was much tougher and handed out gratuitous advice to anyone and everyone as if he was lord and master of the house. 

Cassie cornered Sam one Saturday evening when Jorge was down and he'd forbidden her to go out with Wendy to the Movies. 

"What manner of shit is this, Sam?" she yelled, but not in earshot of Jorge or Laura. 

"Who are these people, and who gave them the right to act like little Hitlers and ban us from going out?"

Sam knew better than to answer Cassie's rhetorical questions. 

Cassie turned on her heel and marched off to her room grumbling out loud, "If I want to go out, I'll go out."

Any confrontation between Jorge and Cassie was postponed only because Wendy came over and the two of them went to Cassie's room to chill out, listen to music and plot against the 'old prick' trying to control her movements. 

"...And in my own fucking house," she was telling Wendy as she shut her door and bolted it.

Laura and Jorge had originally left the city, because, they said, it was a "den of Iniquity."

They'd managed to rake together a deposit for a small farm upcountry and firmly believed that the little farm would be their salvation. 

They said that up there they felt the purity of the Land and so were closer to The Lord.

However, they were both from the city and life on the farm proved to be a steep learning curve. 

So, their "little haven," wasn't yet a viable concern and they were forced to consider outside employment just to meet the farm's repayments.

Back in the city, Laura had been a housekeeper in the Compound where Jorge was an Elder. 

They missed their 'double wage' almost as soon as they moved to the country, and found, to their consternation, that there was little or no outside work to supplement their income in the district around their new found home.

They'd been forced to put their project on hold and seek work closer to the city.

When they saw the ad in the newspaper for live-in housekeeper, they applied immediately and managed a deal with Sam's parents where Laura would mind the children and look after the house while her husband would come down some weekends and do the gardening and general yard maintenance.

Although Sam had turned nineteen and Cassie, the next in line, was eighteen, Laura counted them as two of the children and it was crystal clear in her mind that Sam and his sister were in urgent need of strict discipline; just like the rest of the brood.  

She had a small apartment, which was tacked on, behind the garage, just across the lawn from Sam's room. It was a self-contained apartment with its own water, cooking gear, fridge, toilet etc.

Jorge would spend the weekend doing the gardening, ordering everyone around like he owned the place and never failing to point out their moral weaknesses and how they'd rot in hell if they didn't pull their socks up.  The couple would go to church early Sunday and then on Sunday afternoon, he would leave for their upcountry farm and they wouldn't see him for another fortnight.

"Good riddance," said Cassie, each and every time he left to go home.

It was obvious from the outset that Laura disapproved of the household's easygoing lifestyle and on more than one occasion tried to take the children to church on Sunday morning. 

Lance had been cornered a few times because he wasn't quick enough to 'go to ground' early Sunday and stay hidden until Laura had left for Church.

Sam used to hide in the dense scrub, leading the back way, down to the beach. 

Laura would need to be a mountain goat to find Sam on Sunday Mornings. 

Around this time Sam and Cassie, had moved into their new rooms downstairs. 

The house was split-level. The upstairs section was weatherboard and on stumps and stood about six feet off the ground. The bottom section was on a long concrete slab and contained Sam and Cassie's bedrooms back to back with the laundry and downstairs shower up Cassie's end. Along the side of their bedrooms a long unused room ran the full length of the slab. 

One of Cassie's bedroom doors went into the Laundry area and from there, outside. 

The other door, permanently locked, interconnected Sam's room.

The other end of his room had a door to the outside yard. He could see Laura's apartment across the lawn from there.

The interconnecting door to the long room afforded Sam a shortcut to the shower, But unless it was cold or raining, Sam still preferred to go through his outside door and walk around the yard to the shower.

There was less chance of running into Laura.

Laura used the long room for doing her the sorting of the washing and for doing her ironing, far from the hustle and bustle of upstairs.

From the outset Laura took a very dim view of Sam's routine of racing to the shower, through the long room clad only in his dressing gown and carrying his pajamas and a towel.

Her idea, which she wasn't backward in forcibly pointing out, was that one should be fully dressed when one went to and from the shower.

Sam took Laura very seriously and avoided her whenever he could.

His father and mother listened to everything she reported to them. A word from Laura and his father came down severely on the offender.

Her husband too was not averse to reporting any slight misdeed to Sam's parents either.

"This is like living in Prison," Cassie complained and did everything to show Laura the distain she held for her.

"What did you say, young lady?" Laura would yell. 

Cassie would usually say something unintelligible and walk off. She'd give Laura the middle finger when she thought she wasn't looking.

"You are on the slippery slope to hell, my girl."

"Yeah? Said Cass, under her breath, "Eat shit and die; bitch."

"What did you just say, young lady?"

And around they would go again.

Neither of them tired of it as far as Sam could see. One day was like the next, and Cassie was constantly called to the phone to hear her father admonish her. "Yes Dad, I am sorry." 

"No Dad I won't do it again."

"Yes Dad, I'll apologise as soon as I get off the phone."

The rift between the two women grew wider when things started to go missing from Cassie's room.

Cassie's two vibrators disappeared from their hiding place. Cass came home from school one day and she and Wendy were messing around in Cassie's bedroom. Sam was in his own room next door when he heard Cassie let out a scream of rage and within seconds, she had marched around to confront him, with Wendy in tow. She blamed Sam for stealing her vibrators and demanded he give them back or she'd trash his room until she found where he hid them. 

"I don't have them." He said. "You've misplaced them. Go take another look. I have three assignments to finish."

"Look under his bed Wendy, I'll take the drawers and wardrobe."

Ten minutes later, Wendy admitted defeat. They're not here, Cass." Sam was at his desk, doing homework. He'd seen it all before and knew it was a waste of time stopping Cassie once she made up her mind to do something. 

"Hope you're going to clean up your mess when you finish." He knew she wouldn't.

Cassie looked directly at him as she said, "wherever he's hiding his condoms and that stupid plastic cunt he likes to fuck late at night, it's there that we'll find the vibies."

Wendy laughed. "You look a real fuckwit with that thing Sammy." She thrust her hips forward much like Sam did whenever he used it." She grunted like a pig while pushing her imaginary cock into the device, much like they'd watched Sam do, late one night when they were caught in his room and had to hide, waiting for him to go to sleep . 

"Ohh baby," moaned Wendy, still thrusting away in parody of Sam. 

"Uhh uhhh oh yesss  oh you are so hot. I'm coming I'm uhhh cominggg" 

She straightened up and glanced at Sam. "How am I doing lover boy, is that close??"

"Hahaha" Cassie was cracking up with Wendy's caricature of Sam coming inside the tube. 

"Just like him, Wendy," she said, "even down to the shaky legs. Hahahaha."

Sam sneered at Wendy, "ho ho ho , you haven't much to do if you have to watch me wank for excitement." 

Sam went on the attack with a laugh. "What about you two and those friggin' power tools you use in there?" He pointed in the direction of the locked door to Cassie's bedroom, "they just about shake the whole house...  Sam trailed off, his mind suddenly elsewhere. Something was bothering him. 

"Hey, did you say my Pink Lady is not in there?"

"You know it's not." Snapped his sister "You've hidden it so we can't pay you back for taking our..." "Where are our toys Sam??" Wendy broke in. "Fun's over. When Cass gets horny, she gets really really nasty."

"Yeah, you better give them back Sam," said Cassie. She and Wendy were a double-act and talked in tandem, as if they read each other's thoughts. "It's no joke. We need them; now." She put out her hand. "Give."

Sam shot past her and looked in the cupboard where his private gear was stashed.

"My books; they're gone" said Sam. "Have you got them Cass?"

"No," she said... "last time I saw them they were in a box down there.."

The box was missing.

"Awww shit, what is going on?" Sam looked stunned.

Cassie emitted a low growl. "Surely that religious nutter, dressed like a brick shithouse, wouldn't go through our personal stuff?" 




The Housekeeper Ch. 01



This story contains fisting, BDSM, interracial and older younger themes. If this is not for you please move on


Rachel is twenty one, and married to a much older man who she loves with all her heart. Not only because he was the father of her child but because he was all that she could ever want in a man. Added to that was the fact that she was free to do whatever she wanted, with whoever she wanted. Though Rachel and her husband had experimented with all forms of sex from groups of men, to woman of all ages from eighteen to seventy, she had rarely ever taken advantage of the freedom he gave her.

Rachel was slim with a gorgeous body and a perfectly rounded arse. She was extremely naïve to the effect that she had on men. She had an air of innocence about her that just seemed to attract men like a magnet. But she had no idea the effect she had on men just by being in the same room. She loved sex and did anything that was fun, she had very few if any limits. Her main problem with sex was that she could turn herself on so easily due to a fertile imagination and a seriously over active libido.

Since being married she had dressed to please and now it was just normal dress code for her. Short skirts and never a bra. When she was working she would wear a house coat with only panties underneath. She was also extremely submissive. If a client told her to do an additional room she would do it without question, or cook a meal or any of many other things that had nothing to do with her normal cleaning duties. That submission was about to take housework and extra duties to a whole new level.

Rachel had got into housekeeping by accident. She had offered to help an elderly lady with her housework as she had just had a hip operation. She did so well that it became permanent. The elderly lady had spread the word and Rachel now had several regular clients as well as some one off jobs that she got now and then

Monday

She had been cleaning Simon's house twice a week for several months now. Simon was about fifty and his son Carl and Carls wife Rita, both in their twenties, lived with him. Rachel had met both Carl and Rita who were often at home when she came round to clean the house. They had all at one time or another told Rachel to, make some tea, or cook some toast or even sweep the garden path. All of which she had done without complaint. They treated her like a servant which she accepted as part of her job. She had always answered questions about herself when asked not being able it seemed to refuse to answer them. These questions Carl had taken a little further a couple of times and asked about her sex life. She would blush bright red when he said things that hit the button, and the more she blushed the more blatant he got. Even Rita, who found out that Rachel was bi-sexual, and Simon, who found out that Rachel had no age problems, joined in with the banter sometimes. Rachel would blush and smile and, even though she hated to admit it, she would get turned on at the thought of sex with a black man Something she had never done before.

She went into the house through the back door as usual and went through to the lounge where Simon was sitting reading the paper. This was not unusual and she just carried on with her work after a 'good morning'. She cleared away cups and glasses and then started to plump up cushions when Simon said, "You have a gorgeous arse Rachel."

A little shocked she went to straighten up. "No stay there. Just like that." Simon said calmly as he stood up. Moving over to her he added, "I have wanted to do this for a very long time." He put his hand on her right buttock and moved in a circular motion. Rachel was frozen to the spot, her pussy already getting wet. She felt no fear or even shock, all she felt was hugely turned on.

As his other hand started to massage her other buttock she couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure, and as his hands moved over her hips and up to her breasts she felt her knees start to shake. His hand slipped inside her house coat and as he ran a finger over her nipple she could feel his erection rubbing through his jeans against her bum crack, she opened her legs slightly to accommodate it.

Simon pulled at the house coat and she felt all the poppers come undone. Now one hand moved back to her buttocks, this time touching naked flesh. The hand moved round to her hip and slowly between her legs feeling her sopping wet hole. She raised her head and sighed loudly.

"You really are so fucking hot."

At that moment Carl walked into the room. "Now that's what I call a goooood morning." He said with a laugh.

Rachel was too far gone now to do anything and Simon just continued pushing his fingers into her hole. Carl dropped his dressing gown on to the floor and sat on the settee, lifting Rachel's arm so that she was now perched over his erection. The sight of it made Rachel gasp out loud. This was the very first black cock she ever seen and the effect on her was electric. Without any hesitation she moved her head down and slowly took his erection into her mouth.

"Fucking hell Rachel your fuckin eager ain't yer." Carl said.

Simon moved away for a moment and when he returned Rachel could feel his naked erection playing at her pussy. As it slid into her eagerly awaiting hole she let out a cry of utter animal pleasure. Both men were quite large but she had been fucked by bigger cocks, it was just the thought of being fucked by two black men and the thought that it was father and son made it all the more filthy and all the more fun.

Carl put his hand on Rachel's head and urged her to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth until she had his cock in her throat, something she had done before and enjoyed. "Fucking hell you suck like a fuckin hoover."

"I can't believe this." Simon said, "I am fucking a young hot cunt while my son gets deep throated. This is so fucking horny."

"Well save some of her for me you bastards." Rita said, "I wondered where you had gone Carl you dirty sod. And as for you dad you should know better, corrupting your son like this."

While both men had stopped thrusting neither of them attempted to remove their cocks from it's place of pleasure. "Sorry Rita I just couldn't keep my hands off her any longer. Anyway you said you wanted some of her as well so why not join in. I always wanted to see you naked."

"Yeah come on babes." Carl said, "Have a taste."

"Oh fuck it why not." Rita said dropping her dressing gown to the floor, "Why should you two have all the fun. Move over make room for me Carl."

She didn't give Carl much choice, she was so turned on that she just pushed him out of the way and Rachel found herself eating her first black pussy. The sweet smell of a woman now drove her even further into lustful passion. Carl slipped to the floor and, spreading Rachel's legs got underneath her. Simon withdrew his cock and allowed his son to pull Rachel down onto his throbbing erection. That left only one hole available and Simon had wanked many times over the opportunity to put his cock into this bum hole.

Not sure just how Rachel would react he fingered her pussy and gathered some of her juice on his fingers, feeling his sons cock inside of her sent a wave of excitement through him that surprised him. He slipped a juicy finger into that tight bum hole and played inside before pushing another finger in. Once he had three fingers in comfortably he put his erection to that hot hole, waiting for some reaction from Rachel. The reaction was for her to push onto him, slowly he pushed his black cock into that welcoming hole. A little at a time to begin with but once she was into a rhythm with him he pushed the rest in, right up to his balls, which bounced on her gorgeous arse cheeks.

Rachel was completely lost now. The men had got into a rhythm that thrust Rachel onto Rita's pussy and she was licking that clit with every stroke, her hands now gripping Rita's ample breasts and tweeking her nipples out of pure instinct.

Carl couldn't believe his luck. He had not fucked another woman since he had married Rita, even though they had all talked about Rachel before he never expected to be fuckin the same woman who was eating his wife's cunt. Every time he thrust into Rachel he would grip her tits hard and when he felt his dads fingers enter her hole and brush his cock he almost came on the spot, which surprised him more than anything else.

Simon, who had started all this from lust couldn't believe what was going on. Never in his wildest dreams could he have ever pictured himself shagging a very young woman's arse while his son fucked her cunt and his daughter got a pussy licking. And try as he may he could not stop looking at Rita's tits and so wanted to help Rachel play with them.

Rita knew that her father was looking at her and didn't care, in fact to her surprise it turned her on. She had often wondered what he thought of her and now, seeing the lust in his eyes as he watched her tits being squeezed by Rachel she finally knew. She also knew that she was going to come, and come hard. Rachel certainly knew how to eat pussy, and by the looks of it loved what a cock or two could do for her as well.

Rachel was lost in all the action. She had given herself up to it in mind and body and as her orgasm mounted she just let go completely. She knew the guys were about to come as they both started to thrust harder and Rita was moaning out loud and pushing up in to her face.

When they did come it was all thrashing bodies and loud moans and even a scream from Rachel who had come both in her arse and her pussy at the same time, something else that was a first for her. Rita bucked up so hard she almost knocked Rachel's teeth out. Finally the family stopped bucking and fucking and Rachel sagged to the floor along side Carl. 

"I need a cock. Now." Rita gasped. As Carl got up and smiled at her she added, "Not you. You had your bit on the side now I want mine." And she beckoned to Simon, who instinctively looked at Carl. 

Carl just smile and said "I am going to enjoy this as much as you will dad."

Rita slid forward on the settee so that Simon could make easier entry. Simon started slowly but soon increased his pace. Rita beckoned to Carl for his cock and pulled it to her mouth. Rachel just sat on the floor watching the action and recovering from her own 'ordeal'. It turned her on all over again.

Carl came first in Rita's mouth and the sight of his son's come dribbling down her chin drove him into orgasm which in turn brought on Rita's.

Carl turned round as his father shot his seed into his wife and offered his cock to Rachel who took it deep, sucking it till it was clean. Then she cleaned up Simons cock and once she had done that she looked to Rita who sat with her feet on the settee, her pussy wide and leaking her fathers come. Rachel smiled and eagerly cleaned out that come riddled hole while the men stood back and watched as Rita again went into orgasm.

Finally, exhausted, they all sat in silence. Looking from one to the other. After a moment Rita said, "What the fuck just happened." And burst out laughing. Everyone joined in even Rachel who had still said absolutely nothing.

After a while Simon got up and went into the kitchen returning a while later with three cups of coffee. Handing Rachel one he said, "I don't know if you take sugar, I will bring the bowl in and you can help yourself."

"Thank you." Rachel said quietly. She, like Rita, was totally confused at to what had taken place. All she did know was that she absolutely loved it and hoped it would happen again.

All was silent for quite sometime then Rita looked at Carl, "Are you ok babe. With...." She trailed off and looked at Simon then back to Carl.

"Me!" Carl said, "I fucking loved it. Why the fuck hasn't it happened before?" He laughed

"Dad?" Rita asked

Simon looked at her and then at his son. "It's not something I ever would have expected but, if you two are ok with it then....I fucking loved it as well. But maybe right now we should be thinking about Rachel who, after all only came here to tidy up. He looked at Rachel sitting on the floor, naked with her knees up. Carl and Rita looked at her as well, waiting for her to say something finally.

Rachel seemed lost in thought for a moment then seemed to wake up. "What! Me! Oh! Well I just had the best fuck I have ever ever had ever." She had a huge smile on her face. "But I really must be going. I haven't even started work yet"

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes of course Rachel. I am sorry we kept you so long. Maybe you should leave the cleaning for today." 

The looked on Rachel's face mixed with the way Simon said it was just too much for them and they all burst out laughing again. Rachel slipped her knickers into her pocket and donned her house coat. "Well I will do a special job on Thursday when I come round." This provoked another burst of laughter.

Simon reached for his jeans and took out his wallet. "I will still pay you for your work though." He said with a smile. He took her wages out of his wallet and put it into her hand. He always paid in cash when she was leaving so nothing seemed untoward. Once Rachel was out of the house she took the money out of her pocket and was surprised to find a fifty pound note. She only charged five pounds an hour and she usually spent two hours at Simons so was expecting ten pounds. She smiled, she had wondered what he meant when he said 'her work' Now she realised that the 'work' he had paid for was the fucking he had given her. She felt really filthy and turned on all over again. Did this make her a whore she thought.

Walking home she wondered just how many of her other male clients looked on her in the same way that Simon did. It wasn't something that she had ever considered before. Maybe she should take more notice in future. Once she got home she told her husband everything, he had always insisted on honesty so she had no fear of him being annoyed. On the contrary he had been so turned on he had bent her over and fucked her there and then. When she told him about the money he laughed and said, "Well you always wondered what it would be like to be a whore. Now you know you slut." He did laugh which made her feel even better about it.

Later that evening Rachel was soaking in a much deserved bath. Thinking over what had happened at Simons house. She hoped he would still want her to do his cleaning for him as she couldn't afford to really lose a regular customer. She also wondered if anything like it would happen again, deciding to play it by ear. She also decided to take more notice of her clients in future and if any of them wanted some extra work done then she would most certainly do her best to please them, if they in turn decided to give her a bonus that was up to them. She thought it a bit unfair to charge extra for something that she enjoyed doing. As it was Monday she would have to wait and see how things panned out with Simon and his family, if they wanted to give her some more added work to do she would be very happy to oblige, paid or unpaid.

Tuesday. 

Mrs Robinson and Mr Martin. Mrs Robinson was in her eighties and lived in a small bungalow. She only took about an hour to clean but sometimes Rachel would go to the shop for her so by eleven o'clock she was at Mr Martins. Mr Martin was in his sixties and was a retired gardener.

"Morning Mr Martin are you ok today?"

"All the better for seeing you my dear." He replied

Mr Martin always sat in his chair by the fire, even when it wasn't lit and watched as Rachel did her chores. Often he would ask her to do this for him or pick that up or go to the shop for him and on a couple of occasions he even asked her to go to the shop with him, holding onto her arm as they walked. Now and again he would put his hand behind her back, allowing it slip down to her bottom sometimes. All this had gone through Rachel's mind as she walked to his house and she had admit that it probably wasn't all innocent.

As she worked Mr Martin called out, "Rachel, Rachel."

She walked into the lounge, "Yes Mr Martin?"

"Sorry to bother you my dear but could you get that magazine off the floor me."

Rachel was fairly sure that the magazine had not been on the floor when she arrived so she bent down and picked it up slowly, glancing out the corner of her eye she could see Mr Martin trying to look up her housecoat which was of average length but if she bent from the waist was prone to ride up and show a fair amount of her legs. As she stood up she turned her back to him and undid one of the poppers on her housecoat baring a little more of her ample cleavage. She walked over to him and bent over to hand him the magazine.

"There you are Mr Martin." She said, leaning forward. "Anything else I can do for you sir." She deliberately added the sir even though she wasn't sure why.

"No thank you my dear." He said eyes glued to her cleavage and magazine thrust into his lap to cover, what seemed, a growing erection.

"I will carry on then. Just call if you want me sir. For anything." She smiled and then left the room. Once out of sight she undid another popper. She could feel herself getting wet.

"You slut." She said to herself.

Sure enough five minute later, "Oh Rachel, Rachel have you got a minute please."

"Yes sir." Rachel said, "Coming."

As she entered the room he said, "Be a doll and plump my cushion up for me there's a good girl."

To do this Rachel needed to stand in front of him and pull him forward till his head was on her chest. Now that she had undone the extra popper his head was in fact buried between her tits and each time she punched the cushion he got pushed further into that wonderful cleavage. Once she had finished she pulled his head from it's chosen place and moved him back. Still leaning forward she said, "There we are sir. Is that better for you."

"Oh yes dear much better." All this time his hand had been in his lap hidden under the magazine.

"Well if I can give you a, eeerr, hand with anything else you just tell me sir, anything at all." Her gaze dropped to the magazine in his lap.

"Oh I will Rachel I will. Anything, you say? Anything at all?"

"Absolutely anything sir." She smiled and waited for a second to see if he would ask anything else. He didn't so she left the room. A minute later

"Oh damn. Rachel, Rachel dear I have had an accident."

Rachel went into the lounge to find him with his cup in his hand and his tea in his lap. Now Mr Martin was not a shaker, his hands were always quite still so how this happened Rachel wasn't sure but she knew what he wanted from her. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a tea towel. Getting on her knees in front of him she started to slowly wipe the tea up from his lap. Making very sure she brushed his erection frequently.

"Am I doing it right sir." She smiled as he gazed again down at her cleavage.

"Oh yes Rachel. Perfect, absolutely perfect."

"Do you like the view sir?" She asked giving an extra hard rub on his cock "Or would you like to open the curtains a bit more sir?" As she said this she raised herself up enough for him to reach the 'curtains' if he so wished.

"Well yes a little wider would be very nice dear." His now uncharacteristically trembling hands reached forward and undone another popper. "Maybe one more." and another was undone. Her tits were now on open view. He could clearly see that her nipples were engorged and her chest was heaving with her own arousal.

"Does that please you sir?"

"Oh yes my dear enormously." he said breathing more erratically now

Rachel had dropped the tea towel by now and was blatantly rubbing his cock as she looked into his eyes. She moved her hand up to his zipper and still looking into his eyes she pulled it down and reached in for that cock. "If there is anything more I can do to help you sir tell me sir and I will do it sir." His cock was now free of it's restraint and Rachel was surprised at the size of it. It was only about eight inches long but must have been at least three inches round. Her small hands only just got round it.




The Housekeeper Ch. 01



"Well if you would like to move a little closer I am sure it would help enormously."

Rachel thought he wanted a blow job so went to put his cock into her mouth but as she moved forward one hand went to her breast and the other to her head stopping her from putting it in her mouth. The hand on her tit was now squeezing her nipple hard, hard enough to make her moan with pleasure.

"Do you like that Rachel."

"Oh yes sir it feels good sir."

"You have wonderful hands my dear. Wonderful. Open your mouth there's a good girl"

Rachel did as she was asked and with a final squeeze on her nipple Mr Martin shot his seed all over her face and into her mouth. Rachel had no idea the last time he had come but his stream just seemed to spurt jet after jet of hot semen onto her face. She swallowed what went into her mouth but that was soon replaced by even more until finally, exhausted and drained of fluid Mr Martin fell back into his seat.

"Thank you my dear that was most helpful. I would appreciate it if you stayed just as you are while you finish your chores."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir." She replied

She finished her work uninterrupted and when she was done she went back into the lounge. "I have done my work sir may I get ready to leave now sir.".

He was reading his paper which he folded up and put aside. "Kneel down here my dear." He said pointing between his knees. She did as she was told. "Now I want you to use your hands to wipe all that lovely come off your face and then I want you to lick your hands clean. Understood?"

"Yes sir." She expected him to fondle her tits while she did it but instead he just watched as she wiped every drop of sticky dry come off her face and licked it from her hand. Once she had finished she put her hand in her lap and waited for him to inspect her.

"Very good my dear. Now you may wash yourself. Come and see me before you leave."

As she washed her face she realised that the way she had acted with him, calling him sir, was purely on instinct and that the more she said it the more confident he got and the more demanding. Maybe she had found his true nature. She didn't do her house coat up as he had not told her to do so. When she returned to the lounge he said, "Good I am glad you only did as I asked and left your self on view to me. In future when you arrive you will wear stockings, a short skirt and thin top with buttons. I may allow you to stay dressed or I may want you to walk around naked."

"Yes sir." Rachel said

"Here is your pay." He said handing her an envelope which he always did. "Now I want you to leave your buttons undone till you have left the house when you can do them up. Understood?"

"Yes sir. Will that be all sir?"

"Yes, you may go."

As she closed the door the feeling of excitement being half naked outside really turned her on. While she didn't want to be seen she hoped she would be. Even when she started doing the poppers up she did it slowly and was disappointed when nobody walked past her. She did however leave an extra popper undone and decided that in future she would never go above her cleavage while working. When she opened up her wage packet she was pleased to see that he had put in an extra ten pounds for her 'bonus' work. Again she told her husband what had happened and again they fucked each other crazy. As he was a dominant man anyway he thoroughly approved of her behaviour, and as he put it, her etiquette. Complimenting her on her instincts.

As her husband had told her she could keep all her bonus money Rachel started to think of things she could buy with it. Deciding that she may eventually need to get some special clothing she chose to save it and see what happened. She also decided to take her housecoat up a couple of inches and in future she would wear stay ups or stockings and suspenders. But not till after Friday when she would see Sir again.

Wednesday

Today was an easy day if not a very nice one. She had the whole day free to do some window shopping and spend time with the baby. She only had Mr Roberts office at six this evening. Mr Roberts was the middle aged son of another of Rachel's elderly clients. He was also a very rude man and very sexist. Always making remarks about how she would look stretched over his desk naked and things like that. The fact that Rachel never commented and completely ignored him seemed to drive him on to being more and more course. Secretly the fact that she disliked him turned her on as she would often fantasise about him doing what he wanted with her and then she could just say something like "Oh are you finished already" Or "Is that it then?"

She enjoyed her day and even bought a new set of suspenders and some stockings, in black of course, which she intended to wear next Tuesday for Mr Martin, or Sir as she called him now.

As Rachel arrived for work she was more nervous than usual, even anticipating what may occur. Her experiences thus far this week had been more than she would ever have expected. The second floor office was a single room with three desks on each side and Mr Roberts desk at the end. The office finished at five thirty except for Mr Roberts who stayed till Rachel had finished her work. As usual Rachel went to each desk emptying the bins first, Mr Roberts was watching her from the moment she entered. With her raised hemline and her lowered popper level she had no doubt that he was trying his best to get glimpses of her body that he had never seen before. As she approached his desk she was impelled to avert her gaze from him, something she had always done. She just couldn't look him in the eye.

"Your looking well horny today Rachel." He said raising one leg up onto the desk "Flashing all that tit for me are you?"

As usual Rachel ignored him, but she did take just a little longer than normal to empty the bin, bending over just that little bit further than needed.. As she stood up Rachel realised she was shaking. What the hell was she playing at. She was never like this. She always just ignored him and got on with her work as quickly as possible. Doing her best to seem calm she turned and walked away.

"Nice to actually see your tits for once Rachel." He said, "Answer me a question will you?"

Rachel ignored him and continued walking away. "Rachel!" He shouted. The call was such a shock that she stopped. "Come here." He ordered

Despite her head saying ignore him ignore him her feet turned her around and walked her back to his desk. Her hands shakily holding the bag of rubbish in front of her. He was still sitting with one leg up on his desk and the other on the floor, seemingly offering his crotch for her gaze. "That's better. Now. You have shown me that you don't have a bra on so would you answer me a question?" Afraid to say anything she just nodded in the affirmative.

"Do you have any panties on Rachel?"

The question was such a shock she looked, for the first time ever, directly at him. He had a huge smile on his face.

She turned round and, as fast as she could headed out of the office to the cupboard where she kept her cleaning tools, tears welling in her eyes. Why she had tears she didn't know. It wasn't anger, or embarrassment. So what was it? She really had no idea. Pulling herself together she grabbed her dusting cloth and went back into the office determined to completely ignore him. She dusted each section getting slower and slower, trying to avoid doing his section but all along knowing that she would eventually have no choice. He sat silently, watching her every move, smiling as she moved closer and closer. Finally she was at his desk. He wheeled away from the desk as he always did to give her room to get around it. Only this time as soon as she was in front of him he wheeled his chair back in with his legs either side of her, effectively trapping her. To get away she would have to step over his leg. He was so close to her that if she didn't lean forward she would have fallen into his lap. Her hands placed on the desk for balance she said nothing, waiting for him to pull away and stop this silly game.

"I asked you a question Rachel." He said in his most authoritative voice, "It seems I will have to find out for myself."

She felt his hands on her naked leg and tried to say no but while the words formed no sound left her lips. As his hand reached her buttocks, and the edge of her panties "Yes." She said quietly, "Yes I have some on. Now please let me do my work, please."

His hands however did not stop. They ran over her buttocks and up to the elastic at her waist. "You should have answered me straight away Rachel. Now I think you owe me for being un-respectful. I will take these as penalty." And he yanked her panties down to her knees. She gasped out loud, unable to stop him.

To her surprise he moved back, enabling her to stand upright. Then of course she realised this was for his benefit not hers as her panties dropped to the floor. "Step out of them Rachel." With her back to him she did as she was told. Completely unable to justify to herself why she did not just run, or even object. "Now pick them up and hand them to me."

Again she did as she was told. Her head was in such a mess, telling her no, don't do it. While her body just obeyed. He took them from her shaking hand and put them to his nose.

"They are wet Rachel. I can taste your sweet cunt juice on them. You may carry on with your work now."

Obediently she finished dusting his desk, all the while expecting him to again trap her. All the while screaming at her pussy to stop dripping juices.

Next she had to vacuum the carpet. This at least was noisy enough to stop him talking to her. She did the open area and then it was his area. She hesitated, waiting for him to move his chair away but when he did her knees almost gave way. He said nothing, he never touched her but she was in total shock. Mr Roberts sat with a huge grin on his face and huge erection where his trousers should have been.

"Well not so huge," she thought through her shock, "in fact quite normal." but erect he certainly was. She seemed hypnotised but it. The cleaner still running but not moving, it seemed impossible to avert her gaze. Even worse her mouth was wide open. "Run" her head said, "Run."

"On your knees Rachel." He said sternly.

The demand shook some semblance of reality back into her. But she didn't move. She didn't run.

"Now!" He shouted. Her legs collapsed. She fell to her knees, still gazing at his erection as it got closer and closer. Again she could feel the tears welling in her eyes but still couldn't explain why, not even as she lowered her head over his erect phallus. "Now make it good or you could find yourself finishing your work naked like the slut you are." His hand rested on her head

Slowly she began to work on his cock and then as the thought of being naked in his presence urged her on to greater effort. Her husband had always said how great she was at sucking cock and she used every little trick she knew. Flicking her tongue over the head, playing with his balls with her free hand, and taking him deep into her throat, where he delivered his seed. Without any warning his come went straight into her belly until he pulled out enough for the second jet to stay in her mouth. Quickly followed by another and another. She swallowed most of it but some escaped from her mouth and run down her chin. As he removed his hand she let him slip out of her mouth, unable to look at him she sat there waiting For what? She had no idea.

"Stand up." He ordered. She did as she was told. "Not good enough Rachel. You allowed some of my precious spunk to get away. So I have no option but to punish you yet again. Strip."

Shocked, she again looked him in the face, "I....I....Mr Roberts...I just...."

Roberts jumped out of his chair. "Now! Do not defy me."

Rachel shrunk back, her hands flying to her poppers, dropping her housecoat to the floor. Her hands instinctively trying to cover her pussy, her dripping wet pussy.

"I have always wanted to see you naked Rachel. As I have always wanted you to suck my cock." His hands roamed over her tits and down her back, she could smell his arousal which in turn aroused her more than her head wanted. He pinched her nipples and ran a hand between her bum crack. Her body reacted by opening her legs to allow him entry. He brushed his finger over her bum crack and then moved on round to her waiting cunt, throbbing in anticipation. Her legs shaking, almost giving way again.

"I knew you were a slut, a little whore. You love it don't you Rachel?" She remained silent. "Put your hands on the desk and bend over. I am going to fuck you like the bitch slut you are."

Her breathing was now heavy and erratic, her cunt throbbing for attention. She did as she was told. He pulled her back slightly and then rammed his cock into her as hard as he could. She screamed. Even worse. She orgasmed, instantly, constantly, from the moment of entry her body craved the violation he forced upon her.

"Didn't I always tell you how much you would love it you slut." Roberts said as he wildly thrust into her. "You cock loving whore, you fucking slut, whore bitch. Aaarrrggghhhh oooohh yes you fuckin bitch.mmmmmm" He shot his seed deep into her and kept thrusting until his legs could take no more. As he pulled out Rachel collapsed onto his desk, still in orgasm. Writhing in unexpected and uncontrollable ecstasy, she slid to the floor and rolled up in a ball.

"Get your filthy cunt juice off my cock bitch." Roberts said, standing in front of her. Still shaking she got to her knees and slid her lips around his cock. She had done this many times so no concentration was needed thankfully. After a moment he stepped back and she fell forward, now on her hands and knees. "Now get your work finished. I have a wife to get home to."

Suddenly hit with shame at the mention of his wife Rachel reached for her housecoat. He stamped his foot on it. "When your finished you can dress. Now get a move on."

All she had left to do was wash the central vinyl flooring. Her orgasm was still raging though at least under some control. She didn't think of him at all as she rushed to finish but she knew he was watching as she swished the mop from side to side that he would be watching the sway of her breasts. Thankfully he made no further moves on her. Once finished she returned to his desk and stood waiting for him to remove his foot from her clothing. He was now dressed and looked like nothing had happened. She quickly dressed and he handed her a wage packet. "As ever Rachel you have done a great job. See you next week." She turned and in a daze left the building. 

She needed to calm down and relax for a moment so she walked to a nearby park and sat down on a bench. She drank some coke from a bottle she always took to work and calmed her breathing. Thinking about it she had to admit that she loved every minute of it. Even though she hated the man she loved it all. It certainly did not go as she had fantasised, and she doubted whether she would ever have the courage now to say anything like " Is that it?"

She opened up her wage packet and was disappointed but not surprised to find her normal ten pounds in it. She smiled to herself and made her way home. As ever she told her husband what had happened and he smiled at her, not having the energy he said to act on his arousal. She gave him a hug and went for a long hot shower.

Thursday

Busy day today. Simon, Mrs Ash and Miss Applegate.

Rachel arrived at Simon's house with some trepidation but decided to just go about things in her normal manner, though she secretly hoped something may happen. Simon was at home and seemed his usual self, a bit nervous maybe but his usual self. Several times over the next hour Rachel thought he was going to do or say something and was eagerly waiting for that hard black cock to enter one of her eagerly awaiting orifices in some way or other, but nothing. By the time she left she was hot, horny very frustrated and extremely disappointed.

Mrs Ash had left her usual written instructions. The only additions being that Mrs Ash's two son's were home from university and there rooms would need doing. Rachel took it in her usual stride. Mrs Ash was a very formal employer and Rachel knew very well that the boy's or young men, would not be up for at least another hour or so. A little over an hour later as she was leaving the master suite and wondering if the boys were awake yet Jimmy walked out of his room wearing only his boxer shorts and showing what Rachel knew by now to be a man's usual morning erection. She wasn't sure who was most embarrassed. She acted like nothing had happened, apart from a red face, and went downstairs for a cup of coffee, allowing them further time to wake up.

As she finished her coffee Jimmy came into the kitchen, still in his boxer shorts, and started making some toast. Rachel's instinctive response as he walked in was to see if he still had his erection, Just a little disappointed she saw it had gone, however Jimmy saw her looking and smiled at her which made her even more embarrassed. She went to rush out of the kitchen and ran straight into Mark, the elder of the two brothers, who was also dressed in his boxers. As she passed him her heart was pounding and her pussy was twitching like a maniac. She had been frustrated when she arrived because nothing happened at Simon's, now she was screaming to be fucked, by anyone. She rushed to the bathroom and shut the door, spending five minutes to calm her raging out of control libido. Once calm she left the bathroom and went to the boy's room. Knocking before walking in as the door was open. 

The room was in fact two very large rooms with a huge adjoining door which was left open most of the time. The boy's were sitting in armchairs eating toast and drinking coffee, still wearing boxers and , Rachel's fertile mind believed, sitting to show off their bodies, all their bodies as they were both sitting with their legs spread wide.

Rachel did her best to ignore them doing her work as best as she could. Luckily Mrs Ash never expected too much from her when the boys were home but Rachel found herself doing more than she usually would, all the time glimpsing at one boy or the other. Several times she caught a glimpse of cock and, her face bright red, she averted her gaze. But found it impossible not to look again, and again. The boys giggled on occasion and she was sure they were teasing her deliberately. Finally she could take no more and gathered up her things. 

As she was walking out of the room Mark said, "We can take the boxers off if it would help."

Rachel stopped at the door and took a deep breath before moving on. "Next time then Rachel ok." Jimmy laughed.

Rachel got out as quickly as she could before she lost all control. Mrs Ash always paid her money into the bank monthly so she had no wages to collect. She took a deep breath as she left the house and again spent time calming her severely aching pussy before continuing on her way.

She stopped at a local café and had her usual cup of coffee before going on to Miss Applegate. As she sipped at her coffee she let her mind wonder over the week. She still found it hard to believe it all but did admit that not one single part of it did she regret, except maybe Simon not fucking her again which she found a little confusing and hugely frustrating. When she thought about the two boys she posed herself a question. If they had tried something what would she have done. She knew immediately that she would have done anything that they asked, or should she say, anything they wanted, which was nearer the truth. By the time she had finished her coffee she was even more turned on than when she had arrived at the coffee shop.

Miss Applegate was a domineering woman. Very much in charge of her life and very demanding, often making Rachel redo something that she had already cleaned. Although Miss Applegate was single, at times it was obvious that her boyfriend had stayed the night though Rachel had never seen him. Miss Applegate worked in a nightclub till 2am somewhere in town so Rachel had her own key and was instructed not to use the vacuum till after midday. 




The Housekeeper Ch. 01



Rachel let herself in and started by gathering up any glasses and crockery that she found in the lounge, taking them to the kitchen. It was only eleven thirty so she dusted and polished the living room and dinning room and then went upstairs to do the bathroom. She gathered up any clothing that was spread around and put it into the laundry basket, admiring some of the lingerie as she did so. Once cleaned she went to the spare bedroom to see if it needed any attention, it didn't so she turned and saw Miss Applegate walking to the bathroom. 

Miss Applegate was about five foot eight so quite tall for a woman and she had, what Rachel thought, was a wonderful body. Often Rachel had seen Miss Applegate semi dressed or as now dressed in just a short see through nighty. Averting her eyes from that body she said "Morning Miss Applegate"

Obviously still half asleep Miss Applegate looked up and said, "Morning Rachel. Is it that time already? Be a honey and make me some coffee."

"Yes Miss Applegate." Rachel replied and shuffled off to the kitchen, head still bowed.

The coffee maker was still whirring when Miss Applegate sat at the kitchen table, still dressed in that flimsy nighty. Rachel had seen this before but for some inexplicable reason after the week that she'd had this week Rachel noticed for the first time the roundness of those tits and how they stood up without any help from a bra, the long thin legs leading up to a pussy with only the slightest tuft of hair at the point of her slit and the strong hips. How Miss Applegate's hair, even straight out of bed, seemed to be just right. "Rachel. Coffee." Miss Applegate said waving her hand in the air.

Rachel realised she was daydreaming about Miss Applegate's body. "Sorry Miss Applegate." She said. Turning the coffee machine off she poured out a steaming cup and put it on the kitchen table.

Rachel turned back to the sink and started to unconvincingly look like she was going to wash dishes which was rather silly as she knew full well that Miss Applegate had a dishwasher.

"Do you like my nighty then Rachel?" Miss Applegate asked.

Rachel kept her back to Miss Applegate as she replied. "Yes it's....nice Miss Applegate."

"Nice! Is that all Rachel? Nice!" Miss Applegate said, "Turn around and have another look."

Rachel felt her knees begin to shake. She had always been just a little afraid of Miss Applegate due to her very dominant nature. Rachel slowly turned around keeping her eyes to the floor.

"Look at me Rachel." Miss Applegate said smiling, "What do you see?"

Rachel looked in Miss Applegate's direction but found it impossible to look directly at her. "I'm not sure what you mean Miss Applegate." Rachel said softly her eyes back on the floor in front of her and her fingers entwined in front of her.

Miss Applegate stood up and moved in front of Rachel, so close that Rachel had no choice but to look upon those wonderful firm breasts. She tried to avert her eyes but is was impossible to not see them. "Do you like my body Rachel?" Miss Applegate asked with a smile, "Does it turn you on Rachel?"

Rachel was a little surprised at the question and almost looked up into Miss Applegate's face but stopped feeling that she not, in someway, allowed to do so. She remained silent. "Our me another coffee and bring it through." Miss Applegate said walking towards the lounge.

"Yes Miss Applegate" Rachel said. She nervously poured the coffee and took it to the lounge where she found Miss Applegate sitting on the settee with one leg on the floor and the other on the settee. In this position Rachel couldn't miss the open view of Miss Applegate's pussy. She was holding what looked like a piece of a leather belt but it was only about fifteen inches long so Rachel wasn't sure what it was. Rachel put the coffee on the small table at the side of the settee and went to leave.

"Wait." Miss Applegate said sternly. "Stand here." She was pointing with the strap that she held to a point directly in front of her.

Like an automaton Rachel did as she was told. Hands held in front of her, head bowed. Miss Applegate stood up and walked around Rachel. "If I ask you a question Rachel, I want an answer. Understood?"

Rachel said nothing. The next second she felt a slap on her right buttock. Not hard but enough to get her attention. "Yes Miss Applegate." Rachel said.

"Do you like my body Rachel?"

Rachel couldn't bring herself to answer until she again felt a slap on her bum from the strap. This time harder, more painful. Sending shocks through her body down to her already wet pussy, why she was wet she had no idea. But she still gave no reply. This time the pain she got when the strap made contact was leg shaking. Rachel's pussy throbbed in time with the throbbing pain on her arse. Before she even realised she had replied, "Yes!" Her legs were again threatening to give way.

Standing behind Rachel Miss Applegate whispered into her ear, "Are you gay Rachel?"

"No!" No hesitation this time more from the feeling of insult than any fear of the strap. 

Miss Applegate now stood in front of Rachel with her arms crossed giving Rachel a close look at the strap that had inflicted the pain. It was about fifteen inches long and three inches wide and the ends were split for about three inches. Miss Applegate used the strap to push Rachel's housecoat to one side so that she could get a look at her breasts. Not happy with the view she said, "Undo it."

Now Rachel did look up at Miss Applegate. What she saw was a woman in her element. Dominant. In control. Miss Applegate moved out of Rachel's view and Rachel heard the strap rush through the air before it made contact. The pain she felt brought a moan of pleasure pain from her mouth and her knees almost gave way completely her pussy felt like it ejaculated juice. She immediately pulled her housecoat apart.

"That's better. Now I can see as much of you as you can of me." Miss Applegate said., Still walking around Rachel inspecting her from all angles. "Now drop it."

"Miss Apple...." Rachel didn't get any further. The strap hit her buttocks with such force she fell to her knees. Her cunt was now on the very edge of orgasm. Slowly she got to her feet and dropped the housecoat to the floor.

Miss Applegate stood in front of Rachel now, "Have you ever licked cunt Rachel?"

Rachel found herself torn between answering and remaining silent and couldn't understand why she didn't just say "Yes." This time the paddle slapped her hard than ever on her right breast. The unexpectedness of the location and severity of the slap was too much for Rachel who fell to the floor in orgasm.

Miss Applegate laughed and sat on the settee. She reached out for Rachel and pulled her by the hair to where she sat. "Eat my cunt you bitch. Now!" She said pushing Rachel's face into her wet hole. Rachel hesitated but from somewhere Miss Applegate had pulled a belt or whip that she swung across Rachel's back. It was long enough to not only slap Rachel's buttocks but go between the gap and slice into her already throbbing cunt.

Rachel screamed but the sound was muffled as she threw herself deeper into Miss Applegate's pussy. The more Miss Applegate used that whip the more frenzied both women became. Throwing themselves into the debauchery like a pair of wild dogs attacking prey. Rachel's orgasm was now self sustaining. She didntneed to do anything to keep it going. Her legs were like jelly and not even strong enough to hold her on her knees. She was splayed out as wide as she could be and if she let go of Miss Applegate's waist she new she would just slide like a boneless jelly to the floor. Her cries of pleasure and pain buried deep inside Miss Applegate's writhing body.

When Miss Applegate finally came she ejaculated her juices into Rachel's mouth and all over her face and still had enough to run onto the settee. Finally, both exhausted women collapsed in a pile. Rachel on the floor and Miss Applegate on the settee. Neither of them said or did anything for a full five minutes.

Rachel was the first to move. Crawling into the kitchen before she was able to pull herself to the sink and splash water in her face, clearing away Miss Applegate's come juice from her eyes. "Go and have a shower Rachel." Rachel spun round terrified that Miss Applegate was going to inflict more pain on her. "Go and have a shower Rachel. We need to talk." Miss Applegate said. "Don't worry you have completely knackered me out I could even raise myself let alone a whip." She flopped into the kitchen chair and smiled.

Rachel didn't say anything, just went up and again stood under a steaming hot shower after having some awesome sex with one of her customers. She had a feeling of pride that she had tired Miss Applegate out so much. Nobody had ever told her that before. Lots of other things but never quite in that fashion. As she left the bathroom Miss Applegate entered it. "Make some coffee I will be down in a minute."

"Yes Miss Applegate." Rachel said.

By the time Miss Applegate came down |Rachel had donned her housecoat and was sipping at a hot cup of coffee. She poured one for Miss Applegate and stood at the sink waiting for her to say something. "Sit down Rachel." Miss Applegate said. Rachel took the seat she had been in and sipped at her coffee.

"Do you know what a Domme is Rachel?"

"No Miss Applegate."

"Well you do now. I am a Domme. I enjoy inflicting pain on my sexual partners, usually men. But I have never felt with any of them the way I did in there with you. You are just such an innocent it seems. It has always attracted me but I never, before today ever expected that you would be quite so submissive. Or quite so....so.... passionate, eager even."

"I'm sorry Miss Applegate." Rachel said, "I didn't mean...."

"You silly girl. It was a compliment. You sucked my cunt dry in there. I can't remember ever spurting so much in all my life and I want more." Rachel's head shot up. Fear on her face. "No not right now. Maybe next time you come round. But I don't know how you feel about it. I don't even know if you enjoyed it, I was just so lost in it all." Miss Applegate said, "Did you?"

"I don't think I have ever not been able to walk after having sex. The pain was shocking but the feelings it gave me were like nothing I have ever felt before. I don't know how much of it I could take but I would like to find out, slowly though. If that's alright Miss Applegate."

"So will you be my regular sub then. That means submissive which is what you are, a submissive and a bloody good one too. It's so natural for you."

"Yes Miss Applegate." Rachel said. "I would like to be your....submissive."

"Good. Now I think it is time for you to get home or your husband will be knocking on my door. I have you wages her. Plus a little bonus."

"Thank you Miss Applegate. I will see you next week."

Rachel left Miss Applegate's with a spring in her step and a pain across her bum that was a constant reminder of the pleasure she had just received, and it would seem had given. When she opened her wage packet she was stunned to find a fifty pound bonus on top of her normal wage. At a rough guess she calculated she had made nearly one hundred and fifty pounds extra this week

Friday

Mrs Bolton and Mr Martin

Mrs Bolton was Rachel's very first customer. She lived in a small house and only really used two rooms and the kitchen so it never took long to do her chores. The long chatting and constant cups of tea is what took the time but she felt that she owed it Mrs Bolton as it was her that started Rachel on the road to work, and she knew that the old lady was lonely. She did make comment on Rachel's clothing but as she had the housecoat over her short skirt and her poppers all done up there was nothing untoward, just the shorter hemline which Mrs Bolton commented on with a little twinkle in her eye. Rachel, as ever, blushed but said nothing.

Rachel entered Mr Martins house and went straight to the lounge for inspection. She showed no surprise when she saw that Mr Martin sat in his chair naked and with an already rising erection. "Good morning Sir." She was wearing a very short grey pleated skirt and a white blouse which was undone to the waist and tucked into the elastic waistband of the skirt. No panties and of course no bra. Her suspenders and stockings were clearly visible even without any bending over. She was the perfect St Trinians schoolgirl with her hair in bunches. This again was an instinctive idea she had that Mr Martin wanted her to be as young as possible

"Good morning my dear." He said looking her up and down, his erection rising even further. "You look stunning. But look what you have done to me." He looked down at his erection.

Putting on her practiced little girl lost look Rachel bent forward to get a closer look and to allow her breast to rub against the tightly bound blouse, enough of her tits were visible for Mr Martins erection to reach completion "Oh! I am sorry Sir. Have I been a bad girl Sir?"

"You most certainly have. I will have to spank your bottom my girl. Come here."

Rachel knew what he wanted and lay herself across his knee. Doing her best to keep some weight on her open knees as she did so. She didn't want to hurt his legs which she knew were quite weak. She felt his erection against her tits and his hand raise her skirt, bearing her buttocks. He ran his hand up her leg, feeling the texture of the stockings and then running onto the naked flesh, slipping a finger into the suspender as he rose up to her naked buttocks. She had never been spanked before. Miss Applegate had used a paddle. Slap! The first hit sent a shockwave through her that went straight to her cunt. Each subsequent slap followed the same path and after the third slap Mr Martins fingers were making contact with a very wet pussy. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier and his cock was throbbing so hard Rachel was sure he was going to come all over her blouse.

When he did come his hands couldn't keep up with the spanking so Rachel rolled her tits over his erection to finish him off. His come on her blouse felt warm and sticky and she almost came at the thought of what a filthy dirty whore she was being. As Mr Martin relaxed Rachel stopped her rolling and waited for his orders.

"Let that be a lesson to you miss. If you are naughty like that again I will punish you even more. Now get that top off and get on with your work."

"Yes Sir." Rachel said and standing up she slowly removed her come covered blouse and placed it into Mr Martins outstretched hand.

She didn't know why but as she walked around the house doing her chores she was bouncing along like a child, maybe it was just in keeping with the clothes or maybe she felt it was what Mr Martin wanted but she was enjoying it. She quickly did the kitchen and then went to the lounge dinning room which was open plan. Mr Martin's chair was at one end, so from the moment she entered he could watch her at work. She constantly bent over for him and stayed that way longer than was needed just for his pleasure.

"Rachel"

"Yes Sir." Rachel said as she lay across the dining table.

"Come over here my dear. Bring a chair with you."

She did as she was told and stood in front of him with the chair in hand. "Turn around my dear and put the chair down but don't let it go." A bit bemused she did as she was told. "No keep your hands on the chair and shuffle back a little will you. That's it now spread your legs wide."

Now she realised what he was doing. In this position he could see right into her wet pussy so she wasn't surprised to feel is fingers probe inside her wet hole. He finger fucked her for a few seconds before entering another finger and then another till all fingers and his thumb were inserted in her now seriously throbbing pussy. She spread her legs a bit wider and squatted to accommodate as much of his fist as she could. He was fucking her hard now and her pussy was flooding juices almost as fast as her mouth was seeping moans of pleasure. She could feel him straighten his fingers out as he pushed further and further into her hot hole and then suddenly he was inside her. His fist entered with a pop. She had never had a full fist in her cunt before. Rachel exploded into orgasm, her legs almost collapsing which pushed his fist in so far she could feel him brushing against her womb. She was crying now and screaming with pleasure.

Mr Martin was grunting with each push of his hand as though he was determined to enter her womb. Finally Rachel had to fall to her knees, she couldn't stay upright any longer. She pushed the chair back as she fell and rested her head on the floor. Mr Martin's hand slipped from her throbbing wet cunt and she felt him move behind her.

"I have always admired your bottom Rachel. If it's not too much trouble for you I am going to fuck it."

Rachel knew that this was his way of asking permission. After all not every woman like her arse being fucked, unlike Rachel who loved it. "I am yours to do with as you please Sir." Rachel said shakily still going through her orgasm. She felt a finger slide into her dirt box and guessed it was still covered in her cunt juices he slipped another in but at this point the must have been desperate to get his cock in that warm hole as he rose up, brushed at the entrance and then slowly slid into that dark place. Rachel's orgasm immediately rose up again and as he started thrusting into her she could feel her anal orgasm rising rapidly. She started to push back on him and it took only seconds for him to come in her dirt box, but that was long enough for Rachel to reach a double orgasm in her arse and cunt. She was now ferile, thrusting back and screaming for more. But try as he may poor Mr Martin could go not further and slumped back into his chair while Rachel curled up on the floor till her orgasm finished. Finally she sat on her knees and faced him. "I'm sorry Sir for taking so long to recover."

"That's perfectly alright my dear. It's nice to know that I can still do that to a woman, especially one so young. Now be a good girl and clean me up please."

With a smile Rachel leant forward and took his soft cock into her mouth and gave it a really good clean up. So good in fact that it began to get hard again. She pulled away and looked down at the floor without saying anything.

"Well done child. As much as I would love to come all over your face I think for now we should call it a day. Go and get cleaned up there's a good girl."

Rachel put on her childish grin and skipped off to the bathroom. As she cleaned her self up she felt her fanny and was surprised how quickly it had closed back up. Her hair was in a mess so she took out what was left of the bunches and combed it straight. She went back downstairs and entered the lounge where Mr Martin was now dressed and waiting. He pointed to the floor between his legs and Rachel dutifully knelt on that spot with her hands in her lap.

"I have thoroughly enjoyed your visits this week my dear and hope that I have not been too much trouble for you." He said quietly.

Rachel looked into his eyes and smiled. "Not at all Sir. I have enjoyed it immensely and hope I can be of further service to you next week."

"You certainly can my dear. However. Due to my, shall we say, lack of vigour I was thinking of inviting some of my friends around on Tuesday, if that would be alright with you. They would of course be happy to pay for the.... Entertainment."

"I am here to serve you Sir and will be more than happy to do whatever Sir desires of me."

"I hoped you would say that. Now put this back on," He said handing her blouse to her, "and here is your wages for the day."

Rachel put the blouse on and put the wages in her skirt pocket. Will that be all Sir?"

"Yes my dear, just one thing. I want you to go home just as you are, all the way home and dress in those clothes on Tuesday. I do enjoy you in stockings. Lovely my dear lovely. Off you go now."




The Housekeeper Ch. 01



Rachel smiled and left. The walk home would take half an hour and the thought of being seen by anyone was just too much for her pulsing pussy. She was seeping so much cunt juice she was sure it was running down her legs. A couple of men did see her and gave her broad smiles and group of school boys gawped at her and made lewd remarks about fucking on the teachers desk. By the time she got home she was throbbing so much she just grabbed her husband and shoved his cock into her hole fucking him hard even though he was laughing all the time. She never had a problem getting him hard when she wanted it he was just so fucking horny. She crashed through her orgasm and then sat on him for five minutes in silence. Finally she said "God I need a shower." She kissed him and went off for a very hot shower.

Half an hour later, feeling so much better she told him of her day and what was planned for next week. "At this rate you will be able to rent your own flat and become a call girl." He laughed

"What's a call girl?" She asked innocently

He just couldn't help but roll up laughing. Made even worse by the fact that she truly didn't know what was so funny.



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The Housekeeper Ch. 01



Wendy believed Sam didn't have their vibrators. She remembered something strange when she picked up Cass for school that morning. 

"Quick," she said, "get a flashlight."

"Where're we going?" the other two chimed in unison.

Wendy grabbed Sam's flashlight from off the table and was halfway out the door before the others followed.

"Around to the incinerator; I saw her burning rubbish this morning."

They were there in seconds.

Wendy opened the lid and stared, unbelieving at the burnt plastic and twisted metal and batteries lying at the bottom. There were charred pieces of a karma sutra book that Wendy lent Cassie and a lot of other goodies. Even burnt remains of sheer nylon undies; all gone.

They stood in shock. Cassie recovered first. "I'll kill the fuckin' Bitch," she screamed as she ran full speed towards the house; Wendy on her tail. "Let me at her," Wendy said. Sam stood there a moment longer then moved off after the other two.

He heard an almighty row as all three women vented their anger and built up frustrations. Laura was holding her own against the onslaught of vile language Cassie and Wendy were hurling at her, mixed with the direst threats Sam had heard in years. 

By the time he'd rounded the corner, Laura was standing her ground and growling out words like 'fallen women' 'sluts' and "you are both going straight to hell," and many many more that Sam couldn't remember.

In the end, although the odds were two to one, Laura prevailed. She had the ace card; Sam's parents. Laura wasted no time in phoning them.

They drove down immediately and went straight into a closed meeting with Laura. An hour later, their father opened the door and yelled, "Cassie, SAM. In here now!"



The Housekeeper Ch. 02



Both, Sam's mother and his father came down from the city and after talking with Laura, read the riot act to Cassie, ending by warning her Laura had suggested that maybe Cassie should be sent to boarding school to learn to be a more "civilised young lady." 

After some consideration, Laura agreed to give Cassie one last chance to behave like a lady, before she seriously recommended sending her away.

Cassie hated Laura, but promised her parents she would "do as she was told in future."

A week after the battle of wills had settled down, Laura picked 'sensible underwear' for Cassie and she was forced to wear white cotton underpants and 'decent' bras suitable for a young lady. Cassie kept a secret cache of sheer underwear and cut away bras at Wendy's house for whenever the two of them went out. 

Only during the brief times when Laura was away on her days off, did you ever hear the sound of vibrators in Cassie's room. Wendy took them home with her, always.

Laura had dealt with Sam differently. 

The day after his parents had left to go back to the city, she called him into the dining room and told him that a number of 'irregularities' was found in his room and that they had been taken care of. 

"From here on in," she said, they were having a good Christian home and he would meet some nice people through the church. 

She was going to see to it that he would end up a good and decent man, a credit to his parents and respected in his community.

"I have consulted with my husband and Reverend Jones about the sad afflictions which young men may suffer, during their teenaged years if they fail to keep an iron clad rein on their lusts." 

She paused a moment and gave him a distasteful look.

"The Devil works well with idle people."

Sam inwardly groaned. The last thing he was, lately, was idle.

She continued, "from now on I'll be watching your behaviour and with the guidance of the Reverend and my good Husband, who understands the more deviant sides of boys much better than I could ever hope to, I will make sure, Sam, that you stay on the righteous path."

Laura stood, "That's all Sam. We'll discuss the finer details later. You may go now." 

He accompanied Laura to Church and entered into group activities there. But after two months was so fed up with it that he reverted to going to ground of a Sunday morning once again.

On Laura's suggestion, Sam took up added sport besides his swimming, which had been waning for some reason, once Wendy gave it up.

He soon used the extra sport as an excuse for missing his date with Laura Sunday mornings.

Cassie refused point blank to join in any activities that Laura had anything to do with and practically dared her to report her to her parents.

During the next few months, the house settled down although Laura remained tireless in her quest to better the lives of the occupants, and keep them from straying from the righteous path. Sam was used to her and hardly noticed it anymore. He was at College now and had his time fully occupied.

Cassie had threatened to leave, but Sam had pointed out that if she continued her education a little longer, she could get a job travelling the world like she always dreamed of. 

"If you leave now Cass, you will most probably never get that chance again."

Sam stopped. His sister was deep in thought and didn't seem to hear him.

"There has to be a way to dump this bitch, Sam." "Anyway, I shouldn't be the one to leave. "

"Thanks." She kissed him on the cheek and was gone.

"Your welcome," he said to the empty door. 

His two younger brothers had gone up to stay with their parents and now lived there permanently, so, things were quiet around home.

Except for Laura's constant edicts. 

Sam continued to put as much space between he and Laura as he could and saw her only when he had to.

Most of his time was spent away from the house, at sport, or anything to avoid Laura's constant rants. 

Often, after supper and washing up, he would read or listen to music in his bedroom; away from 'the front line' as he called anywhere Laura could be found. 

Sam lay in the dark, not able to sleep; the nights were sticky and hot. Usually, he was asleep by 9 or 9:30. 

He kicked off the sheet and wondered what time it was. 

Probably midnight.

He heard a tiny metallic snick and he 'felt' more than 'saw' his door open quietly. 

Sam lay stock-still. Had he forgotten to lock his door? 

Moonlight shone brightly through the louvers and it silhouetted a dark figure, which glided silently past his bed. He half shut his eyes to appear asleep. 

The spectre stopped at his wardrobe, opened it and hung up ironing.

On the way back, as it passed by his bed, it paused and gently pulled his sheet over him. Then continued out, the way it had come in.

Laura, of course; he recognised her as she came back from the wardrobe, in her heavy surge uniform covering her from neck to ankles. 

Hell. Did Laura have a key to his room? Where and when did she get that? 

He thought once he locked his bedroom door, he'd locked her presence out of his life, if only for the night. 

Sam felt resentment well up in him. Was there nowhere private or safe from her?

Then, suddenly, almost in horror, the thought hit him that, the reason he locked his door during these hot summer nights, was that he slept with almost nothing on.

Incredible; She saw him in just his under shorts and all she did was casually pull the sheet across him and walk out. As if she was used to doing that.

He had never heard her come into his room before; not at night. But, then again, he was always asleep fairly early and Sam was a sound sleeper, he knew. He usually stayed that way until his alarm woke him, early each morning.

Tonight was different. He had a lot on his mind and was worried about his maths 1 exams. 

After he heard the same metallic 'snick' when Laura left, Sam checked the faint luminous dial on his alarm clock; 11:20. 

He got up, quietly tried his door. Yes, it was locked again. 

He climbed back on the bed and soon fell into a deep but troubled sleep.

The next day he had difficulty studying in class as he thought about the familiarity with which she walked straight into his room unannounced. And how she had covered his near nakedness with his sheet as she left.

That was not the Laura he knew. The slightest infraction especially when it came to immoderate dress, usually received the 10 minute, 'you'll go straight to hell for that,' lecture. And yet she had said not one word to him, this morning at breakfast.

Sam gave an involuntary shudder, Gees, what if he'd been wanking at the time? That would be a shock for her, as well as himself. 

He didn't want to even think about her punishment for that, and what it would entail.

Whatever it was, it would be severe and would probably include informing her husband immediately and, worse still, his father and mother. 

No matter that he had locked his bedroom door.

His thoughts were brought back to the classroom when he was asked a question about the theorem on the white board.

That night, after all his chores were finished, Sam had his shower and before lying down, pulled out some pyjama bottoms and put them on. 

He sat up on the bed to go over his homework in peace and quiet; the events of the previous night still going around in his mind.

He put down his notes. He couldn't concentrate. Something kept niggling at him.

What was it? Was it the embarrassment of being seen almost nude? No: It was something else. Something intangible.

Laura hadn't mentioned that she'd been into his room and had to cover him over, let alone go into some long tirade about the sins of sleeping almost naked. 

It didn't add up. 

Sam felt curious about it. And, if he admitted it, a little excited. It was an adventure.

He decided to stay awake, if he could.

And when he noticed that she came into his room quite often around the same time, Sam began to wonder, at what point she would complain to him about his state of undress.

One night, he took off the pyjama bottoms and pulled the sheet only half way across his naked torso. It barely covered his cock.

Then he laid there, eyes almost closed, pretending to be asleep, just to see what would happen. 

Around 11:30 Laura quietly came in with something; hung it up and, as she passed his bed, she stopped a little longer than usual, then she gently pulled the whole sheet across him.

Sam expected the Lecture the next morning at breakfast but she said nothing about it before he left for college. Nor did it get a mention later when he came home. 

Maybe she didn't realise he was nude. 

The following night he exposed some of his cock as he lay on his back with his arm across his eyes and made deep breathing noises as if he was asleep. 

She flipped the sheet over him and left.

During breakfast, although she was very single-minded about what his sister could wear that day in public ("...you are not leaving this house young lady with your upper arms naked. You get down stairs this minute and come back properly dressed in a blouse with sleeves.") and also that Sam should not wear his dress shorts to College at his age, Laura failed to mention anything about his sleeping naked. 

At night, after Sam had helped Laura with the wiping up, and had showered, he would retire to his bedroom to finish his homework and relax.

And, late at night, continue his experiments with Laura... 

It had passed the stage now where he lay fully exposed as he slept and Laura did nothing more than cover him and leave, and though she remained vocal during the day on every little thing not to her liking she did not, once, mention Sam sleeping nude.

One night he deliberately put most of the sheet under himself so she couldn't move it, then lay there on his back naked, legs apart. She gently tried to extricate the sheet from under him, to cover him, and when she couldn't get the sheet loose, she started to nudge him on the shoulder and whisper "Sam? Sam? wake up. " Sam would moan in his 'sleep' and move a bit, and then she'd manage to get the sheet out from under him and finally cover him up.

Still she didn't mention it at breakfast.

They were very hot sub tropical nights and it didn't take Sam long to deduce that her main reason for putting the entire sheet across him, each time she saw him naked, was more to do with modesty than to keep him warm. 

She began to push Sam on the shoulder from then on, even on the nights when the sheet was not wedged under him. First, she would test to see if he was awake. Then when he didn't wake, she put the sheet across him. 

During the day, she remained her same efficient self and made no reference to either coming into Sam's room or the errant sheet. 

Sam was careful not to make too much eye contact with her. He was afraid she'd know he was awake and probably blast him to hell as a filthy sinner who MUST accompany her to church this Sunday or worse.

One night she did the 'Sam Sam are you awake?' routine and, as usual, he didn't respond even to the shaking of his shoulder. 

She stood there a moment, silently. Then she took the sheet and this time instead of pulling it over him, she fluffed it out, high in the air so it slowly floated down over his naked body. 

As her hand came up, and the sheet went high the back of Laura's fingers brushed the full length of Sam's cock. Which immediately stood up. 

When the sheet slowly billowed down on him, it left a tent pole standing up under the sheet. Damn, he thought. Now she'll know I'm awake. Regardless, he kept breathing as if he was still sleeping deeply.

Laura stood there briefly regarding the sudden bulge in the sheet. "Hmmmm," She said. She shook his shoulder again, "are you awake Sam?" She got no response from him. "Teenagers", she said as she left. "That must be some disgusting dream you're having."

Surely this time he'd hear all about it in the morning.

When she started, he would say, "well it is not my fault I don't know what I dream about."

But when he came up to breakfast, she was busying herself in the kitchen and made no reference to her entering Sam's room the night before or to accidentally touching him while adjusting the sheet. Or to his seemingly disgusting dreams.

Just the same, he thought that he could feel her looking at him, from time to time this morning and he was careful not to make eye contact with her any more than normal. As soon as he finished with the dishes, he quickly left for Uni.

After touching him, she had changed her tactic. 

A week went by, and she hadn't done more than walk in, hang up Sam's College gear, then after a silent moment standing beside the bed, she would hurry out. 

She'd given up covering him. 

Halfway through the second week, Laura came in, hung up the clothes and he was devoid of the sheet, his cock was erect (he couldn't help it), she stopped by his bed, he waited expecting her to leave.

She came closer and squatted down beside his pillow. 

She shook his arm and whispered in his ear, 'Sam wake up.' 

No response. 

He felt her breath on his cheek and the smell of mouthwash, soap and toothpaste.

She nudged him again. 

"Those must be terrible dreams you have." 

Her small hand rested a moment on the centre of his bare chest.

"...my word," she whispered and jerked her hand back. 

Sam made deep sleeping sounds. His heart thumping so hard that he had trouble hearing.

He shut his eyes tightly. 

He felt her breath on his face stronger now and was certain she watched him for a reaction.

Then, the warm breath was gone. 

The only sounds, his heart pounding and his forced level breathing. 

He wanted to open his eyes just a bit. Was she still checking his face for any signs he was awake?

Sam kept his eyes closed; waited.

He could still feel her hand on his chest even though it wasn't there anymore. It was sending heatwaves through his entire body; especially into his loins.

His cock was so hard it hurt and it began to pulse slowly.

Sam panicked knowing what was about to happen and the repercussions he'd suffer when Laura reported him to her stupid husband. His parents would be next.

"Ok. Goodnight," Laura said, and stood up.

Shit, he almost opened his eyes, she'd been beside the bed all that time.

Laura left without making any attempt to cover his nakedness.

The next day, at brekkie he was again careful not to look at her or to avoid looking at her, either one was a dead give-away. 

Her eyes were red though, as if she'd been crying. He had to ask. 

She said she was having difficulty with reconciling something with the Lord.

Oh gees.

"Have you talked to Jorge about it?" He asked. Thinking she may have mentioned this 'difficulty' she was having, to her husband. 

That hadn't occurred to Sam before now. A feeling of dread came over him. 

Under her breath she said, " He's the difficulty." 

Sam heard himself ask, "Why?" 'Oh gees,' he thought to himself. 'Be careful Sam, don't show too much interest. Don't put your foot in it. Back off.'

Laura stopped what she was doing and regarded Sam more closely now.

'Shit!' Sam thought, 'look down; divert; don't turn red or she'll know.' He started to eat something and concentrate on his plate as if he wasn't at all that interested in what she was saying. 

Silence.

"...Because he wants me to give up the job here," Laura suddenly continued. "He wants me to go home...and I do not want to disobey him." She rattled the plates in the sink, looked out the kitchen window over the blue water of the bay. "But," she continued, "until the farm picks up, we need my income." Sam heard the tremor in her voice.

"I'm losing it, Sam," she muttered into the sink as she washed the dishes; tears streaked her cheeks. 

"The temptation is too great and I cannot escape it."

Sam froze for a second. 'What was this about now?' His mind raced and he deliberately spooned the cereal into his mouth as if he hadn't heard her. 

She looked back over her shoulder at Sam. "I have to go to church later this morning," she announced, then turned back to the sink. 

"I'll pray and ask the Lord's advice."

"Oh...Ok." Sam said.

Cassie would be ecstatic when she heard Laura was leaving.

Sam didn't have to wonder why she was really crying, now. He knew.

Thanks to his stupid little games, this woman was between a rock and a hard place. Why hadn't he seen it before now? It didn't occur to him that Laura was feeling some sort of temptation also. 

Laura was invincible. 

Wasn't she?

No. She wasn't, he thought.

Laura was human, like the rest of us, and thanks to Sam, she was locked in a desperate fight with her conscience and she couldn't leave the problem behind and just go back to the farm. 

There'd be no farm is Laura was out of work.

What happens now? He thought.

For obvious reasons he was not fond of Laura going to church mid-week. Her crying had unnerved him. 

What if she told Reverend Jones about her nightly trips to his room? 

What if she wanted to confess all, even though she had nothing to confess, except for covering him up? 

"Can I make a suggestion?" he heard himself speaking again.

"Why don't you get Jorge to come and stay with you for a week or two? There is plenty of gardening here. Dad and Mum will ok it. I do what I can but they are only too aware that it needs someone dedicated full time for a while." 

Laura turned to listen.

"With both of you employed it has to be quicker to pay for, whatever you have to pay for." ......"You know?" Sam's voice trailed off.

His real agenda had nothing to do with Laura getting money. He thought that with her husband down for a week or two, she'd get some vigorous sex, which would flush away this rapidly deteriorating relationship between he and Laura.

She looked over at Sam again and said, "the Lord will provide." Sam almost said 'Amen to that Sister' and pulled himself up in time. He may not be very religious but he made it a point to never, ever, denigrate another person's beliefs.

"That is a really good idea, Sam," Laura smiled, though her eyes were still red. "Thank you." 

A little shock went through him. Laura smiling was new and, frankly, more scary than Laura crying. Sam decided to quit while he was ahead and got up and grabbed his gear for Uni, then took off. " Yeah no problem," he said. Seeya."

Although Sam had made up his mind to stop the nightly interaction with Laura, he found stopping was proving impossible. The following night, he had made the effort to wear his full pyjamas to bed. Laura came in, put the clothes away and stood by his bed. He was surprised when she squatted down beside his pillow. "Sam, are you awake?" When she received no response, she slowly stood up, let out a sigh and left.

A couple of nights later, she came in and hung up the ironing. Stood by his bed for a moment or two. Then left. 

After Laura had gone, Sam tried desperately to get her out of his mind. He kept getting flashes of her standing there looking at him naked. 

He knew he had to continue to wear his pyjamas every night to help them both break this unhealthy habit.

But once she had put the clothes away and gone, then his time was his own. 

Sam kicked off the hot sheet and pulled his Pyjama pants down and threw them in the corner. He lifted his top out of the way and began to jack off.

The danger of being caught if she had known he was awake, together with the strange excitement he had felt from her standing there watching, making no attempt to turn away or cover him was very heady and was turning him on, hard. 

Images from the night she'd brushed against him accidentally and the back of her cool fingers as soft as silk as they travelled lightly along his shaft, filled his mind.




The Housekeeper Ch. 02



Sam slowly stroked himself as he thought of her touch and began to feel the surge of erotic energy begin to pump up. 

Quickly he looked around for tissues to catch the mess and not spill any on the sheets. 

Despite her temptations, whatever they were exactly, Laura was a prude and she wasn't stupid. As soon as she inspected his bed linen on wash day, she'd know that he had given in to the 'vile, base urges,' that she talked about so often, which would cause him to be 'sent straight to hell on Judgment day.'

Although, Sam's judgement day would be more immediate, as soon as she told his parents.

Before he had time to find the tissue box, the door opened and Laura was back a second time, with more ironing. 

Sam dropped his hands from his cock and feigned sleep.

This was one time he hoped she wouldn't stand and look. 

His top was up and his pants somewhere in the corner of the room. He was more than half way through a wank; skin pulled right back from the head of his cock...and a bit of precum clear liquid just starting.

Ohh shit.

Laura put the clothes in his wardrobe, turned to go, then hesitated; came closer to his bed. Sam shut his eyes tightly. No way he was awake and no way was she going to catch him with his eyes half open. He waited. He felt a gust of hot breath on his cock. Sam knew the feeling. He'd felt it before, on one of the nights when Wendy took him in her mouth. What the heck was Laura doing down there? He dare not look.

Then he felt the hot breath again; this time on the side of his face. She was extremely close and obviously very suspicious.

He forced himself to calm down although his heart was thumping.. 'Breathe Sam,' he told himself, 'Breathe. Evenly.' Good. 

A small strong hand shook Sam's shoulder but this time, she said nothing. She shook him again; waited silently. 

He 'slept' on. In a way it was good that he was already hard, she couldn't tell he was getting much harder. Or could she?

To his surprise, she said, "I'm sorry Sam." 

Her hand glided with a feather touch over his chest. He felt her cool fingers slide down to his tummy and stop at his pubic hair.

"There's not an ounce of fat on you, is there?" she whispered.

She lifted her hand and after a small pause, her finger touched the head of Sam's dick.

Although he thought she was watching him for a sign or reaction, he couldn't help half opening his eyes. 

She was examining the tip of her finger up closely and the couple of dewdrops of clear liquid on it. 

She looked back up at Sam and he hoped she couldn't see his eyes from down there. He couldn't close them; she'd have noticed the flutter for sure.

"What have you been up to, since I was here 20 minutes ago, little man?" she said.

"The jig's up Sam. You're not asleep."

Sam froze and forced himself to breathe like he was asleep.

She shook him on his bare hip, looking up to his face.

"Men are weird," she let out an exasperated breath. "You do it, then immediately fall back to sleep."

Somehow, Sam knew that she was talking about a particular man. Probably the ONLY man in her sheltered life.

Laura turned back to look at her fingertip. Her tongue darted out and licked it. 

Wow. He felt the uncontrollable surging in his cock and knew she was sending him off, just watching her. 

He shut his eyes tightly.



The Housekeeper Ch. 03



"Oh dear, what does this all mean, Sam?" Laura was talking to herself, she was sure he was asleep. 

"Twenty minutes ago when I was here, you were peacefully tucked up in bed."

"Now, your pants are in the corner, your top is up around your neck and if I am not mistaken you have deliberately discharged your thing, because..." she put her finger back on the tip of the cock, "you're still leaking." 

She plucked a tissue from the box and dabbed the clear liquid.

"You didn't do this in your sleep, now did you?"

Laura didn't expect an answer. It seemed obvious to her that Sam had exhausted himself and fallen asleep. 

Just like her husband.

She also knew an Atom Bomb wouldn't wake Sam.

In fact, lately, if she admitted it, she counted on that.

He had afforded her her first real glimpse up close of the male body.

And what a body. The boy was a warm, tanned copy of Michelangelo's David.

Except for that obvious difference between his finely sculptured thighs..

When she had first seen it, jutting proudly like that, it had shocked her and she was determined to chastise Sam for sleeping nude. But she didn't. She could not explain why. Now it was too late. She had crossed the line. 

Every time she saw him lying there asleep she felt strange tingling between her legs and a burning need to get closer to him, literally.

It was as if this youth held the answer to a question that had plagued her for most of her adult life. But what was the question.

She had fought these feelings and thought she had them under control.

During the day, she coped well but one look at Sam lying there at night and something deep and primal moved within her.

With no-one to talk to about it Laura had noticed on the cover of one of the girls' magazines which she'd meant to burn, an instructional article for a fuller sex life. Maybe the answer was in there.

It was a disaster and ended up disgusting her.

Two nights later after coming from Sam's room, she sat up in bed and reread the article.

A terrible need came over her to go back across the lawn and wake Sam up. She could not make it stop. Her whole body was buzzing. 

She only wanted to talk to him.

No! Whatever was taking her over had to be stopped. 

Quickly, she pulled a small cardboard box from under her bed and delving into it came up with that horrible bullet shaped instrument she had found in Cassie's bedside draws. 

She had turned it on when she first found it and felt the vibrations go through her hand. And thrown it into the box with all the other confiscated rubbish to be burned.

Like the books, she had no idea why she would keep such a thing. 

Until now. 

Desperate times called for desperate measures. 

The magazine article had covered the topic of how to get the best from it, in lurid detail. 

If it kept her from marching across the short piece of lawn to the boy's room and making the biggest fool of herself in her whole life, it would serve its purpose. 

Laura had turned it on an after getting used to the noise, had found the right place to touch with it. 

At first, it felt stupid and then from nowhere a vision of Sam, lying there fully rampant, shot through her brain and with it came a rush of intense heat starting from her toes and racing deep through her belly all the way to the roots of her hair.

In shock she screamed into her pillow as uncontrolled bolts of electricity surged through every pore of her body. 

It left her breathless, doubled up in the middle of her bed in total shock and fear of what had happened.

Quickly, she threw the vibrator away and lay there looking at the ceiling for a long time until her heart rate dropped to a controllable level.

When she got up to go to the bathroom and wash her face, she noticed that she was extremely wet between the legs. Whatever the attack was, it had caused her to pee herself, by the looks of it. 

She quickly removed her work clothes and hopped into the shower.

When she was finally lying back in bed, trying to make some sense of what had happened, she vowed never to do it again.

Oddly enough, she thought, I feel the calmest I have felt in a very long time.

In minutes, she was asleep.

The next morning, everything felt strange. 

She was supersensitive 'down there' and during the day, little shocks went through her stomach as she went about cleaning up the house.

By mid afternoon, she was almost a wreck, and tonight while she finished the ironing as quickly as possible she said to herself, "leave it here till the morning Laura, don't go into Sam's room."

But here she was.

Laura took one last look at him, from his finely chiselled face to his long perfectly formed legs and everything in between and wondered if she should at least pull his top down for him, then decided to leave it as she found it. 

She looked down at his instrument of release, sticking up hard and wished it was that simple to get rid of her own frustrations. 

Just whip it out, shake it or whatever men do with it, and le voila, all your cares and woes have gone and you fall into a peaceful sleep.

"Half your luck, mister," She whispered and glided her hand over his flat stomach.

Sam started to come.

Laura let out a small quizzical "Huh?" 

She leaned back on her haunches and sat in silence watching Sam's wildly twitching cock spurt out in spasms, and as the impromptu show slowly came to an end, Sam gave an uncontrollable grunt. 

Laura heard it and she flew to her feet and moved quickly back into the shadows, near the door.

Sam lay there not daring to move knowing Laura was still in the room, somewhere. 

Watching probably, to see if he had woken.

He breathed deeply again. Feigning sleep. 

Laura crept back. Sam saw her shadow near his head. 

She stood there for another minute. Then silently disappeared back into the shadows.

Sam stayed that way for an hour thinking that she was around the corner. But in the end, feigned waking up. 

He yawned. Laura had left.

He quietly opened his back door to go around to the shower.

Across the lawn, in Laura's little apartment, her light was shining on her closed curtains. 

When he'd opened his door he could hear the muted buzz of a vibrator, or more probably an electric toothbrush, thought Sam. Laura wouldn't have...

...Before he could complete the thought, he heard a hoarse sound of a female moaning. 

He stopped dead in his tracks. It came from Laura's room and was followed by the unmistakable sounds of a prolonged and particularly strong orgasm.

Moments later, the buzzing stopped.

There was a short silence; replaced by sounds of someone crying their eyes out.

Oh boy.

He went around to the shower and when he came back Laura's light was out.

Sam lay on his bed, thinking. 

He found he had difficulty getting to sleep and read for another hour before he dropped off.

By the time he dressed and came upstairs for breakfast, Cassie had been picked up by Wendy and they'd left for school.

Laura was silent and deep in thought as she busied herself around the kitchen.

Her usual morning pep talks were missing and it was making Sam nervous.

Was this the day she'd finally deal with him? 

He finished his bacon and eggs, washed his plates and then picked up the tea towel and began to wipe up.

Laura's uncharacteristic silence was freaking him out. 

"Is your hubby coming down today?" 

That was a safe enough question after they had discussed it, the other morning. 

Laura's eyes narrowed briefly and she looked at Sam a moment 

"No, Sam" 

"I told him to leave it another week." 

"I have things to sort out before he gets here; one way or the other."

"You'd better get going," she said, "you don't want to be late."

She turned and left to work in the dining room.

Cassie and Wendy were there when he came home. 

They left together after dinner, in deep discussion over something .

After helping Laura with the wiping up, Sam retired to his room. Although the girls had invited him to go to a Saturday night get together across town, Sam was feeling tired and gave it a miss.

He'd only been in his room about 15 minutes and he was fast asleep.

Something woke him with a start about 9 or 9:30 and he realised it was dark and he was still in his clothes. 

He grabbed his towel and went to the shower and when he came back just threw off everything and lay down, read a bit, and finally went back to sleep.

A little after 11:30 he heard Laura come in to put his clothes away and suddenly realised he hadn't turned out the light. Nor had he put on the pyjamas. 

Too late. 

Ahh well, what difference does it make with the light on or off. 

He feigned sleep once more. She put the clothes in the wardrobe and didn't give him a second glance till she turned around and just stared as she did when the light was off. 

She came over gave him a shake.

"Hey," she whispered, "Wake up. "

Sam gave a half snore. 

Laura got up and walked towards the door but then turned along his windows and shut all his curtains tightly. 

He heard her lock his door from the inside with her key and she came back, squatted beside him and shook him again; "hey."

When she got no real response, she ran her hand lightly across his chest again. 

Nice.

He snuffled but stayed asleep. She went to the bottom of his bed and stood there. She frowned as if considering something.

Sam was starting to get a hard on again. Damn, he thought.

Laura gave a deep sigh and then silently and quickly moved trailing her fingernails along his finely muscled thigh. 

Through his hooded lids Sam could see she was watching him for any reaction. He lay as still as he could and breathed evenly. His cock though had a mind of its own and stood up. Laura's fingers trailed higher and when they couldn't go any further, they gently cupped his balls. 

Her big grey eyes were still watching his face as the hand went straight to his painfully erect cock and gripped it gently, stopping there to see his reaction. The only reaction was he got harder.

Sam 'slept' on.

Laura slowly pulled down on it to expose the head, studied it, then eased off. She did it again. Sam knew he was going to come, the damn thing had a hair trigger these days.

Abruptly, Laura let go and pulled her hand away with a jerk; tears welled in her eyes.

"This isn't right," she shuddered, and she sprang to her feet and in an instant was at the door. She quietly undid the lock and was gone.

Sam lay there confused. He was about to get up and at turn out the light when he heard the quiet 'snick' of the door lock again. He quickly closed his eyes.

Laura stood a full two minutes in the open doorway. 

Then she quietly stepped in, relocked the door behind her and glided down beside him.

He felt her warm breath on his cheek with its familiar hint mouth wash freshness... mixed with a very fine odour of something new; had Laura taken a drink? 

'No,' he thought, she was totally against anyone who drank and went into long and tedious sermons about the 'evils of the Drink.'

The night Cassie had come home and Laura had smelled it on her, she grounded Cassie for two weeks and rang their parents. 

Every day for a month after that Laura lectured Cassie about it and of course ending each tirade with "You'll go straight to hell Cassie. You are in the grip of Evil. I am going to save you...etc etc." 

He thought one time there Cassie was going to haul off and hit Laura. But she knew the sway Laura held with their parents and backed off just in time.

Laura shook Sam's shoulder and whispered, "Sam, wake up. Please I have to talk to you. I've made up my mind."

Yep, that was alcohol he could smell on her breath, barely noticeable, but, he thought, as crazy as it sounded, Laura had had a drink; not much, it was hardly perceptible; something a normal person might do to settle their nerves, once in a while. 

But we weren't talking about a normal person here. 

We were talking about Laura. 

This was not good. 

"SAM, cut it out now. I know you're awake. I have made some big decisions and you are the only one I can talk to about them."

"I can help you. And you can help me. I need to talk to you about it."

She shook him.

'Oh shit.' thought Sam, 'this is one scary woman tonight.' 

Not for the first time, he thought about giving up all pretences of sleep and doing a bolt for the door. But would he make it? 

He thought not.

He had no fear of tackling men twice his size, win or lose, but he knew men. Women were an unknown to Sam and they sometimes scared the hell out of him.

Like now.

Sam made no attempt to wake up but just mumbled in his 'sleep' and continued back to the steady rhythm breathing.

Laura moved away and ran her palm down his flat stomach. She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss there, then looking back at his face, one more time, turned and licked the tip of his rigid cock. 

Sam felt an electric shock go through his entire body as her warm lips slid over the head of his cock and she began to suck.

This was more than he could bear. She was an amateur and had no idea how to do it but her enthusiasm was strong and he instantly felt the familiar twitch of an impending orgasm.

She brought her hand up to his shaft and wrapped her fingers around it without letting go of him with her lips. 

Her hand shook uncontrollably. 

She lifted her head off him then and looked at his face; then back to what she was doing and her lips once again closed around him.

This time she gave it a tentative suck. 

This time she didn't raise her head, just stayed there maintaining the suction on him. 

Sam knew that he couldn't hold out. 

He felt Laura's hot tongue rasp along the underside of the head while she held him captive between her lips. 

She was getting better at this by the minute; a very fast learner. She must have read a book, lately. 

Maybe 'Creative Cock Sucking 101'. 

No, he couldn't see her going into a store and buying something like that. 

'Ha', he thought, she probably took one of Cassie's Cosmo's. They were always full of articles to better your love life; one she had taken and conveniently forgotten to burn. 

Just like that vibrator she used last night. Probably Cassie's old one.

Sam stifled a moan. The memory of Laura's loud orgasm, was setting him off again.

Laura, stopped, licked her finger and felt him under his balls. 

She engulfed his cock in her mouth once more as her slender wet finger sought out his back passage. 

She found it and slowly pressed inside.

Surely she didn't think he would sleep through that. 

Sam couldn't stop the uncontrollable throbbing deep in the pit of his stomach . 

Laura must have felt it too, she took him deeper into her mouth and sucked hard and...

A bright light flashed and she looked up suddenly and so did Sam, forgetting that he was supposed to be asleep.

The flash happened again. 

And Cassie and Wendy were standing there two cameras in hand. 

Laura was stunned and Wendy yelled "What are you DOING Laura?" That's Sam you're molesting. Cassie took another photo. [flash]

Sam's Sister did one better "What the Fuck are you doing with his tool in your mouth you filthy bitch?" 

Wendy took another photo. [flash]

It was enough to shrivel his dick. But Sam couldn't let on that he'd been awake. "Oh shit what have you done... let go of my cock Laura". 

And she did. 

Laura sprang through the air almost catching both girls off guard. and tried to grab the cameras.

All three were out the door before Sam could get up.

"Back off bitch," Sam's sister was saying, "just fucking back off." 

Wendy had gone; out the front gate and into the deep bushes somewhere leading down to the Inlet... Sam was stark naked trying to find something to wear for pants. 

Laura was screaming and crying. Cassie was just screaming...and Wendy was nowhere to be seen. 

Sam guessed that she was well on her way to her house to print the photos on her computer.

Laura cornered on Cassie like a mad woman, using language she hadn't picked up in church. 

"Give me the fucking camera you little slut. Give me the fucking camera."

Sam knew one or both of them were about to be hurt any minute now. 

Laura was closer to him, so he shot out and grabbed her around the waist and lifted her feet off the ground. 

Cassie turned and disappeared after Wendy.

"I'll have them in an hour" she laughed back from the safety of the darkness . 

"You'll go to jail bitch. I'll teach you to fuck with my brother". Then she was gone.

Laura was kicking and biting Sam and trying to get loose.

Sam let her go. She ran about 20 yards towards where the girls disappeared into the thick scrub, then stopped, and fell slowly to the ground crying uncontrollably.

She sat up. "Right," she said flatly, "I am going to kill myself," and stopped crying. 

She got up; walked briskly for the kitchen. 

"Ahhh shit" said Sam "I wish someone would give me time to get some pants on." 

He ran after Laura and caught her in the kitchen before she made real use of the bread knife on her wrist. 

He snatched it and said. "Killing yourself is an unforgivable sin." 

He knew it sounded lame but two months at that church of hers had given him an idea of how Laura's thinking worked.

She looked at him. Suddenly realising he was there. 

"Where's the knife?" she yelled. "I'll get another one."

Sam blocked her way to the kitchen draws.

Laura looked at him and something clicked.

"You set this up...didn't you Sam? Right from the start. 

Sam didn't move, his back against the draw that held the cutlery 

Laura turned and moved over to a dining room chair.

"What is it with you people? You have to bring down decent Christian folk to your disgusting level? What?"

She sat down heavily at the table and made the chair shake.

"Well, are you going to kill yourself or can we discuss this?" Sam sat beside her.

"There is nothing to discuss." Laura said without emotion. 

"Those two are probably at the police station by now."

Sam doubted it.

True; Laura's authoritarian manner got right up his sister's nose. She wanted Laura GONE. But he knew Cass wouldn't be talking to any police.

Unfortunately, Cassie was much more sinister than that. Sam knew from experience.

Cassie waltzed in wearing a low cut pink dress with the hem mid thigh. Four inch high heels, bright red lipstick and long lashes. 

Sam did a double take.

Cassie gave her brother a wink and smiled.

She went straight over to where Laura sat at the table drinking the tea that Sam had made. 

Laura gripped a blanket around her, even though she was dressed neck to ankles and it was a hot night. 

She spotted Cassie and jumped up. Cassie sprang backwards. 

"Cool it bitch," she said to Laura. "Down girl."

Laura slumped back into the chair, looked at Sam, and cried again.

"Ahh good going Cass," he said, "Its only taken an hour to calm her down."

"Fuck her." Said Cass. "Come to think of it, how come you haven't?"

"She knows she is in deep shit. She knows that one word from us and she goes down. And here she is, sitting drinking tea . 

Don't be a slack arse Sam, grab her by the hair now and drag her in to the bedroom. Strip her and fuck her. I want to watch."

Laura shot Cassie a vicious look. "Typical, you low life slut," she said to Cassie.

"You know, that's the second time you've called me that in as many hours Laura."

Cassie slid the big photos across the table in front of Laura. 

"Read them and weep, because, they're not bad shots of you. There! that's you, sucking off a teenager who is ASLEEP."

"Hey!! LOOK at the pictures bitch." Said Cassie. 

"Thank you." 

"That second and third one, you haven't even got the decency to take your finger out of his arse even after you've been caught."




The Housekeeper Ch. 03



In the pictures, Laura still had a grip on Sam and hadn't let go of him, probably out of shock. But Sam had to admit, to someone who wasn't there, it looked just like Cassie described.

Laura threw the photos off the table. 

"Go fuck yourself Cassie."

"Oooh," said Cassie, "choice...really Choice, Ms Prim, who comes down hard on anyone saying 'damn'."

Cassie left the photos where they lay, on the floor. 

She sat down at the table across from Laura.

"You've seen the photos and you know the consequences if they get to the police." 

"So..." she continued, "You're a big girl, Laura. Get over it. Do as I say and you'll be ok?

Cassie noticed Sam's lack of clothes. "Hey gees, take a look at you. Haven't you found a pair of pants yet? How long have you been sitting here starkers? Haha."

"Anyway, Sammy," Cassie said, swinging her eyes off her brother, and staring directly at Laura, "don't bother getting dressed just yet. We interrupted you at a tender moment. Sorry." 

Laura looked back at Cassie; wary.

Cass got up and went to the front door, opened it and yelled, "Everything's ok. She's docile again."

Wendy stuck her blonde mop around the door and looked at Laura. 

"Is that true?"

Laura ignored her.

"I need a cigarette" said Laura. 

Both girls looked at Sam.

"She's taken up smoking," Sam shrugged...

"Have one of mine," said Wendy.

She proffered the pack to Laura. She sat down across from Laura and then lit it for her.

Then she lit one for herself. 

Laura looked at Wendy. "smoking at your age."

"Life's short" said Wendy. "Enjoy it while you can."

Laura automatically went into 'evangelist' mode without thinking.

"Live cleanly and help others and you'll have eternal life..." she stopped. Trailed off.

"Hmmmm," said Wendy, studying Laura up close, "did these two tell you what they're going to do with you yet?"

"Put me in prison for a lapse in judgment." 

Cassie spat ,"is that what you call sucking off underage boys. 'A lapse of Judgment?" 

Laura turned red. "He's over eighteen."

Cassie guffawed. "Still illegal to grab teenage boys by the cock while they sleep, last time I looked, Laura... anyway, I thought he was 'one of the children' still. What happened, did you get the hots for children now?"

Laura blew out a plume of smoke then crushed the butt into the ashtray. 

She said nothing and didn't look up. Her face was very red.

As if by telepathy, the two girls rose together and went to the door.

"She's all yours Sam, we've got a couple of boys to see."

Don't wait up Laura," said Cassie. 

"Or, Sammy if you like, you can wait till we all come back and have a party with her." 

Wendy giggled, "I know Sam can handle it Ok without our help."

"Yeah," Cassie looked across at Laura, then to the tall finely muscled man that her brother had turned into; 6'3" broad shoulders, and a tight butt to die for. 

She turned back briefly to Laura. "Almost a shame wasting him on you," she sneered. 

"Have fun, Sam; page me if you need a hand...hehehe."

"Come on Cass, lets hit the road." Wendy put her arm around Cass's shoulders and shepherded her down the stairs and out to the car.

When they left, Laura said to Sam, "you can't go along with those silly girls, Sam.

It wouldn't be right."

"Why?" he said, standing up.

"I don't know what you had in mind," said Laura "But you will receive divine punishment and so will I. "

"Come on Laura," Sam said flatly. He stood up and put out his hand for hers. 

"Time to go."

"Go where?" said Laura, staring at the naked penis directly in front of her. 

"The police won't be impressed with you bringing me in, like THAT." 

She almost laughed. "Get some clothes on boy, do I have to do everything for you?"

Sam stayed right in front of her chair, his naked penis just inches away from her nose. Once again he offered his hand.. "Come on Laura, you're not going to the police."

She saw his cock give a twitch as he said it".

Her eyes shot up to his. And she opened them wide. Realisation slowly came over her face. Her lips fell apart and her pupils dilated. Slowly she said to Sam. "You wouldn't dare."

Sam kept his hand out. "Come on Laura. Now."

Laura sprang up and went to the far end of the table. "Get the Police" she said "I'll take my chances with them. You disgust me Sam, for even thinking of...of what you had in mind. I'm not one of those dirty dreams you've been having. This is real life come back down to earth. Now get out. Go to your room. I'll ring the police myself."

She pulled herself up to her full height. She looked menacing in her neck-to-calves grey tunic.

Sam, studied her a moment, her back hard against the wall and fists tightly clenched. He let out a sigh and quietly said ,"Ok Laura, you win."

He left her standing there and walked for the door. 

He turned briefly and said, "Also phone your husband, save Cassie doing it. And don't forget your Mum and Dad in Brisbane. Save her phoning them too. 

Here's their number. Just in case you have forgotten." 

He picked up the photos. One of them had 5 phone numbers scribbled on the back. He put it on the table. There are 3 you'll recognise and a couple you won't. One of them is the church. Here, take them and phone them all. You can have them. 

Cassie and Wendy have more copies anyway. This is their show, I have decided I don't want any more to do with it.

Even if you harm yourself Laura, EVERY body is going to know about you as soon as they get copies of the girls' photos. So I'll bid you good night. 

Sam headed for the door, then turned.

"I suggest you don't phone the police firstly, you'll need some support. So, 

start by calling your self-righteous husband firstly. 

Get him to come to the police station and post your bail."

He watched the mortified look on her red face. As she stared at the phone numbers big tears were welling.

"Good night Laura," Sam left.

He collected his big beach-towel, a skivvy and tracksuit bottoms, from his room downstairs and came back to the bottom shower.

He glanced briefly up the stairs into the kitchen. The lights were on but Laura must have been somewhere else.

Laura was very strong. She'll probably phone the police herself, he thought. Cassie would be delighted that she was taken away, if only overnight. 

Sam had no intention of charging Laura with anything. She was right, he was of Legal age and the only charge would be of interfering with a person while they slept. 

Cassie would be disappointed when Sam told the police that it was consensual sex between he and Laura.

But, then, Cassie had no intention of taking it to the Police anyway. His sister was much more devious than that. The only way the Police would hear about it was if Laura calls them herself.

He draped his clothes across the toilet seat and got into the shower, and 

washed his hair, cleaned himself down and tried to divert his thoughts away from Laura.

Did he want to be Centre-half in the hockey team? 

Was he fit to be the captain? He hadn't been playing that long. 

The hot water started to run out so he shut the shower down and got out.

Laura was sitting on the toilet lid, watching him. She handed him the towel...



The Housekeeper Ch. 04



They didn't speak until he had his clothes on. Then she said, evenly, 

"I am sorry for what I did to you. I thought you were asleep and it couldn't hurt you."

"You couldn't help yourself Laura. And I don't say that unkindly. I saw you fight it and cry about it and in the end, you were inquisitive enough to try it."

Something in Laura snapped.

"My husband married me when I was fifteen. We, my parents and I were part of his religious sect. I have never had sex with anyone but him...and with him it is sex in the dark. Get on me grunt a bit, then get off me and go to sleep. I felt nothing."

Sam sighed, "have you phoned everyone yet?"

"No."

"Why not? You know the girls will, if you don't."

Sam walked out the shower door and turned down the path to his room.

"You could stop them."

She came up behind him "....If you wanted to...Couldn't you Sam?"

Sam kept walking.

"LOOK, she said. OK." 

"What do you want from me?"

He turned.

"I don't want anything from you. Go phone the people on the list before the girls get back. Get it over with Laura."

"Please. Please Sam. Don't walk off; tell me what I have to do, that's all I'm asking. What do you want? I'll do it, Ok?"

"There is no way out."

"What do you mean? No way out?" 

"She hasn't gone to the police yet? Why?"

"Ahhh, Laura, you know the answer to that already" said Sam "she wants to humiliate you badly." 

"And she wants me to do it for her." 

"You heard what she said. "Strip her and fuck her, she said to me"

"Or otherwise Jail," said Laura.

"Yep"

"So that's the deal, I either let you have me, or I go to jail."

"Yep"

"I don't have any choice do I?" she said.

"When are you going to do it? Now?" 

"Or later, when you have an audience?"

"Neither." Said Sam and turned to leave.

"Well if I don't give in to you, I'll be going to jail. And you'd let that happen would you Sam?"

"I am very sure that instead of going to jail Cassie would rather see you 'stripped and fucked."

"I am equally certain that she doesn't care who does the deed, as long as you are humiliated. She'll pick someone who you can do it with, and that will be the end of it."

Laura looked at Sam in horror, "Awwww, this just gets better and better. 

Myyyy goddd. So if it isn't YOU, it will be a stranger?"

"What difference does it make?"

"A big difference."

"How?"

"No," said Laura, "first you tell me why you won't do it?"

"Are you kidding? Rape is rape; it is all very nasty." 

"I am through forcing people to do things." 

"Especially you."

"Especially ME? You'd rather see me go to jail or raped by a stranger?"

"Well, at least you are not getting raped, by me.

That's all I care. Goodnight Laura." 

"WAIT" she said, then pulled herself up; collected her thoughts. "Please, just wait a minute Sam; Ok?"

"It's not going to happen Laura, sorry. Good night."

"Ok, well we really are at an impasse" she said.

She looked at Sam, "Sin or no sin. I would rather kill myself than have a stranger have me."

"Are you saying that, now you would do it, if it was with me?" 

" No. I cannot do it willingly Sam. Please understand."

"Yeah" Sam said. "I understand that." What a mess, he thought.

He just wanted to escape; as quick as possible.

Laura began to break down and sob. She leaned against the wall. 

Sam turned to leave. Stopped in his tracks. Stood there a moment or two. 

Suddenly he turned, looked at Laura crumpled up against the wall. He sighed. 

Dammit. 

Laura was not getting out of this. Cassie would see to that. 

Any influence he had with his little sister would be far outweighed by her need for vengeance. 

Maybe Laura would survive it, maybe she would rather kill herself.

She had not been kidding when she went for the sharp knife in the kitchen drawer, earlier on. 

There are just some things that she could not be forced into even on pain of death.

Anyway, for some strange reason he could not fathom, Sam did not want anyone to touch Laura. It went further than just stopping a person being brutally attacked; much deeper. But that didn't warrant analysis right now. 

Bugger Cassie, he thought,. I hope someday someone gets her back for this. 

Laura stood quietly as Sam concentrated on what he'd do next.

Almost incidentally, he mumbled, "Well, you can forget about the police, I have made up my mind to say it was consensual, but right now, that is the least of our worries."

Sam, stopped, thought about what he'd just said. He had said 'least of OUR' worries, instead of saying 'least of YOUR worries."

Come on Sam he said to himself. Make a decision and carry it through.

If you're going to walk off, then walk off. Otherwise, formulate a plan and do it quickly. 

The girls could be back anytime and then it really would be out of his hands, where was he? Oh yes, well, the answer was straight forward.

He looked at Laura once more and suddenly; walking off was not an option. 

Through his own stupidity, he had landed this person in trouble. Her only way out was to have sex with him. Although that would be fun for him, the trouble was that she would not do it without force. Sam didn't do 'force' very well.

If she got inkling that he was faking it, she would baulk at it and then she'd be subject to his sister's wildest dreams for her. 

Laura would be given to a stranger to do with, as he wanted. 

Of course, she could get out of it by phoning her relatives and friends and husband and Religious school where she'd worked and tell them all, 'hey you'll be getting a few photos in the mail soon with me performing fellatio on a young man with my finger up his bum at the same time...please disregard them. 

Aww shit, Sam thought. Ok Here goes. Give it your best shot Sammy and the good part is, you get to fuck the girl. Since when was that such a bad thing for a young healthy male. 

Ok, Laura he said to himself, here goes. Who knows, I may enjoy the power trip. He doubted it. Get tough Sam get tough Sam, you can do it. From now until this is finished tonight, you are a big hairy rapist. Lets go Sam, he said to himself.

Showtime. 

Sam took a deep breath.

"Ok" said Sam and walked back up to her, put his hand in her jacket and squeezed the breast through her clothes.

Like greased lightning Laura hauled off and hit him with all her might. But Sam was expecting that and caught her hand before it landed on his cheek.

They stood there looking into each other's eyes. His, cool and calm, hers turning from their normal light grey to deep green. Her pupils once again dilated.

Sam held her small fist in his big hand. 

He felt the tension in her arm muscles subside and she dropped her hand. Sam let it go.

"I am sorry," she said. "Not even my husband does that."

"You have no choice Laura. You are being forced to do it. So lets get started." 

"I promised," Laura said, "that I could go through with this...Please don't give up now" I couldn't stand to have those girls..."

"Ok," said Sam cutting the conversation short, "come on let's get on with it." 

He took her hand and practically dragged her up the stairs and into the master bedroom, used by his parents when they were down. 

Laura went dizzy and leant into Sam as she walked.

Sam locked the door behind them.

"Sorry," she said. "It feels strange walking hand in hand with a man. Not even my hus..." she corrected herself ..."Not what I usually do." She trailed off again. It was a dream. A nightmare.

"Let's not drag this out Laura. I'm sure you want to get this over with. The moment Cassie sees you lying there naked and obviously...violated, the sooner we get the hell out of here. Sorry, I meant, get the HECK out of here."

Hmmmm, thought Sam, so much for being the big hairy rapist. He had to try harder. He knew enough about Laura to know that the slightest prevarication on his part and she would bail out of the whole deal and then the girls would have their way with her.

Sam took another deep breath and concentrated.

"Ok Laura your turn. I need you to take off everything you're wearing."

Laura put her hands to her jacket and stopped. "Where do I start?" she said.

Sam hesitated for only a millisecond; cleared his throat.

"Ok let me tell you this so you know. 

Tonight I am going to see exactly what you look like under the neck-to-toe armour that you wear every day."

"We are going to take all your clothes off and see who is under there."

"That is the first part." 

He continued. "You've seen me naked you've even tasted my cum..." 

Laura's head shot up and her eyes narrowed. "You were awake?" She yelled, checking his face for the confirmation of what she already suspected.

"You bastard." She hauled off and punched him in the shoulder.

Sam laughed, "Strike 2 Laura. I may have to tie you up yet."

"Just try," she said and walked into the centre of the room. 

She took off her jacket and threw it into the corner. Then her blouse and left her thick bra in place. 

She turned her back to him and undid her skirt and let it drop.

She hesitated a moment then dropped her petticoat. 

Laura took a deep breath and stood momentarily, with her back to him in waist- to-thigh dark cotton underpants and thick stockings.

" Nice bum," said Sam; "Now, turn around." 

Laura hesitated then turned, not looking at Sam.

"Hmmm, Sam mused, it must take you forever to dress every morning."

"Ok, stockings; pants." 

Laura sat on the bed and removed her stockings slowly.

She put her thumbs in the sides of her cotton panties and gradually lowered them, 

then hesitated; stopped.

"Now what?" he asked.

"No," said Laura. 

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I am ugly."

"Ugly? In what way are you ugly?"

"I don't know. Just funny shapes that's all...you'll laugh at me."

"Is that what bothers you most? "

"Yes. And it is wrong for a marr..."

"Ok Laura, cut the crap. Get undressed. Or I'll do it for you."

She looked at him. "You'd really tell my husband?" 

"Not if you are quick, so start stripping you have no choice. Or haven't you noticed that?"

"You're loving every minute of this aren't you," she spat. "I'll bet I am not the first woman you have forced. 

Pervert."

She searched his face then with a grim disgusted sneer, stood up.

"What does your filthy fantasy want to see first, Samuel?" 

She flung her arms out to her sides and looked down at her bra and pants... "My top or bottom?"

"Your cunt, Laura."

"WHATT???" Her eyes were as big as saucers 

"How dare....!!"

"Drop the panties...now Laura. NOW"

She stepped back, was about to protest, and changed her mind.

She turned her back once again and pulled her panties right down and stepped out of them. 

The beauty of her round buttocks and soft protruding bush as she bent low to remove her panties took Sam's breath away.

"Turn around," he said huskily.

She hesitated, then swung around, looking at the floor.

Sam whistled. "You are drop-dead gorgeous Laura...wow." 

Her bush was extensive and untouched. Her stomach was flat which made her pubic bone very prominent below it. She was beautiful.

Sam whistled once more. "Turn around slowly."

Her bottom was high and rounded and her thighs tight and smooth.

Sam, stood there and stared.

And stared.

Laura swung her head to see why Sam was silent, and despite the serious situation, she laughed at what she saw.

"By the look of your big angry thing sticking out," she said, "you really are worked up."

Sam came out of his trance, his mouth half open. "Huh?"

"Oh? Yes, well you've had that effect on me for months, as you know Laura," 

Sam laughed too.

Laura's eyes narrowed. "I can't believe you would put me through that," said Laura "and you were wide awake. I ought to..." she trailed off.

Sam wasn't listening; just staring. 

"Well is that it then?" said Laura, "you've seen my err 'cunt". Are we even now?"

"Bra."

"No."

"Bra, Laura, come on"

I have ugly breasts.

"Do you now?" Said Sam "just like your ugly pussy and bum, hey?"

"Seriously," said Laura "they are awful."

"Good," said Sam, "at least something about you wont look perfect then. 

I may manage to get my composure back yet, Laura. If you're as ugly as you say."

"Take off the bra."

"You take it off," she said, "I can't."

What do you mean you can't?

"My hands are shaking I can't reach it."

"Turn around.. again." Laura turned and Sam unclipped her bra. 

She was just about to shake herself out of it when she felt Sam's big hands come up under her arms from behind, each cupping one of her breasts. 

The warmth and roughness of his gentle hands took her breath away and as her bra fell to the floor, her head fell back on his shoulder. 

"No Sam." She whispered.

"Ohhh Dearr," she squeaked as his lips nibbled her exposed neck, his thumbs and forefingers gently massaging her hardening nipples. 

She could feel his cock pushing against the cheeks of her bare bottom. 

She went dizzy again and then as she felt his hot breath on her throat followed by a another warm wet kiss, Laura swooned and would have fallen but for Sam holding on to her.

Effortlessly, he swung his hand under her bottom and lifted her up and laid her across the bed.

"Don't look," said Laura, gaining her strength back, and flung her arms over her breasts as best she could. 

Sam bent over and kissed her just above her extensive pubes and Laura let go and grabbed his hair. Not hard, but enough to pull his lips off her tummy.

"What are you doing Sam?"

He looked at her beautiful upturned breasts and dark nipples as big as small saucers. 

"Wow." 

"That's your favourite word it seems," she replied putting her hands across her breasts quickly. 

"They don't teach you much English at University these days."

She was embarrassed and he knew now that, when Laura got embarrassed, she talked a lot to cover it up. It was nice to finally know something about her.

"They take my breath away Laura. Please give me a look."

She looked at Sam, then down at her arms covering her breasts, then back at Sam. 

"Is that an order?"

"Yep." 

"Ok."

She closed her eyes and threw her arms out either side of her.

She kept her eyes shut tightly. 

"I don't want to see your face. They are ug..."

She stopped suddenly her breath shuddering as she felt her right nipple sucked into his hot wet mouth. She threw her arms up and tried to buck loose but felt his teeth gently clamping her teat. She stopped struggling. "You wouldn't dare," she said. 

He didn't let go. 

"Don't you hurt me, Sam, they are very sensitive."

She lay stock-still. She could feel the teeth had hold of her and she was afraid to move in case they bit.

Sam continues to suck. His teeth neither tightened nor eased from her. Then she felt the tip of his tongue flicking across the top of her nipple. She groaned from the ecstasy and lay there unable to move. 

"You bastard," she sighed.

She heard him chuckle but not let go. His free hand started to explore her body. Running down her tummy and pulling at her hair between her legs. 

She tried to move away but the teeth tightened ever so slightly and she stopped. 

His hand kept playing around her inner thighs and finally came to rest in a very wet patch between them. 

Laura groaned again. "That's private Sam, don't touch. Please."

Sam took no notice and was busily sucking her nipple and pushing his finger into her yielding wet pussy. 

Her hand slowly followed down across the same line, it touched his cock through his pants. 

It was Sam's turn to groan. 

"Mmm" she said, "Sam you really are a biiigg boy"

She brought her hand to the top of the elastic and slid it in under his pants. Slowly, she ran her fingers from head to shaft, sighing as she went; then down to his balls. 

Sam was in ecstasy. Until he felt her vicelike grip on his balls.

"Now Sammy, don't panic and bite me but I really would like you to let go of my breast; there's a good boy."

She tightened her grip on Sam's balls. "And.. While we are at it, hands off of my ummmm, 'gorgeous cunt'. Hey?" 

"It's not your's sweetie-pie; Belongs to me. And I say.. NO." She squeezed him a bit harder to punctuate the 'NO.' and Sam let go and took his hand off Laura's wet pussy.

"Better". She said easing her grip slightly; "much better."

"What were you thinking? That is private down there Sam. Nothing is going to get your finger in there. Not even if you shoot me. She let him go, but ran her fingers along his shaft and squeezed his cock head as she extracted her hand. 

She studied the moisture left in her palm. "Has anyone told you that you have a problem of leaking," she said, "when you get overexcited?"

Sam lay there for a second trying to work out what to do next. 

His cock ached. His balls ached.

"Pull it out," Laura said.

"What?" said Sam.

"Take it out; your big fat cock. The one you have been tormenting me with for months. Get it out Sammy. I need to know if I hurt you."

"You hurt me," said Sam.

"Get those pants off right now young man," she ordered. And laughed when Sam automatically dropped the pants. 

"Hmmmm, I see," she said smiling still, "Good boy Sam, do as you are told and you won't make me angry."

Before he could think straight she barked, "Throw them in the corner," she said, "with my stuff."

"Now get over here and show me. Hurry up."

What was going wrong? He told himself Get the control back Sam, get the control back. 

"I," stammered Sam, "I can tell your husband..."

Laura laughed again. "Shut up Sam. Come here, lie down and let me see the damage I caused." 

She pulled him on to the bed and moved his legs apart. 

Sam resisted. 

"Spread 'em," she said, then more gently, "move them apart a bit more...Ok good."

Laura ran her hand gently over Sam's balls as she looked at them closely.

A slight scratch mark there. She moved his cock from side to side and it started to rise. Laura ignored it, "Looks ok," she said. He was getting another hard on.

"Gee, it doesn't take much to excite you, does it?" she said, watching it grow.

"Is that why you orgasmed when I was inspecting you, the other night?

"Simply because I touched you; just touched you briefly?" 

Before he could reply, Laura put out her hand and squeezed his shaft and felt it harden even more. "Boys are strange. It feels like it is going to burst. Doesn't it hurt when it goes like that?"



The Housekeeper Ch. 05



Sam drew his legs up to hide it. Laura sensed his change in attitude, and laughed.

"Ahhh Sammy Sammy Sammy. You've spent months showing it to me and look, now you don't want me to see it. Not fair." 

Laura voice changed to her usual everyday bossiness, "Stand up. Now Sam. On your feet."

Sam, still doubled up, said, " yyou better do as I say Laura The girls will be back and..."

"Oh shut up Sam, I could beat you to death before they got back and then, I don't know, escape into the night. 

So, Do as you are told, or I'll MAKE you do it. Don't piss me off Sam. I warn you." 

"Stand UP." 

"Good. Come on, take your hands away."

"Oh Dear, look at it, it is going down, we can't have that." She pointed to the edge of the bed. 

"Sit," she demanded. 

Sam's eyes scanned the bedroom door. 

Laura was really fit and strong, could he make the door if he ran. Probably not. 

How the hell did this come about? Where did it all go pear shaped? 

Was it all that control that Laura had exerted on Sam and the children during her time there?

Why couldn't he break loose right now? 

Or at least, run for it. 

She was psyching him out. He felt like a rat in a trap. Not knowing which way to turn. 

Where was Cassie when you needed her?

He felt a slap on the bare arm. "Hey dreamy," said Laura "I'm talking to you. Do it."

"Do what?" asked Sam.

"I said, seeing you were in an all-fired hurry to humiliate me with that thing of yours, how about you show me how you do it by yourself? When you think I don't know about it?"

"What?" 

"Masturbate Sam. Pull yourself off". She smiled sweetly, "For me." "You've changed" said Sam. "You ..." "I haven't changed." You just read me wrongly young man." 

"When I was the housekeeper at the compound, sometimes I would catch the poor young degenerates who couldn't control their filthy urges." She smiled grimly at Sam. 

"Much like you."

"What did you do to them?" Sam had to know.

Laura was looking around for her coat as she talked. 

"I took pity on them, Sam they are still God's children," she said.

Ah, she found it but didn't put it around her, only extracted Wendy's cigarettes from the pocket, retrieved one, and lit it.

"And I took pity on you, when I first saw you lying there, although I thought you were asleep of course."

She regarded him sitting on the edge of the bed, for a second, then blew out a plume of smoke and said, "Well, this is your big moment, Sammy, come on." 

She gave his cock a playful slap.

"Let me see you do it. Impress me big boy. You're on."

Sam felt sick in the stomach. "I need lotion he said." 

"Look in your mother's wardrobe," Laura said, "she keeps all sort of depraved rubbish in there."

"I bet you didn't burn any of HER stuff," said Sam getting up.

"Are you still complaining about that plastic tube of yours with the disgusting representation of a woman's private parts on it? You must be depraved to use something like that."

Sam was rummaging through the wardrobe draws.

"Come on," said Laura, "times a wasting. Let me see you make it spit again Sammy. Show me your depravity and how you enjoy it." Sam looked in the cupboard and found what he needed. And came back.

Laura took one last drag of her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray beside the bed, made herself comfortable and said, as Sam returned "I want to watch you rub the lotion on. Does that excite you too? Hey? Do you get a thrill out of the lotion as well? Come on you can tell me. Why so shy? hahaha" Boy, you sure are a copious spitter, Sammy. I had to scrub those sheets of yours with extra soap and...

Pow! .... "Eeeekkkk" Laura screamed as Sam sprang through the air and pinned her to the top of the bed. In less than two seconds he had cuffed her and locked the 2 restraining chains into the special brass fittings on the bed head. He flung the chains along the slider, so Laura's arms were wide apart.

Laura screamed again and tried to break loose.

"Those cuffs are soft Laura but they wont break so you may as well stop struggling."

Laura was throwing her legs around, kicking hard. 

Sam stood back and watched. This is one time he was glad he had kinky parents. He wondered if they knew that their two oldest children had been going through their "Private" wardrobe since they were kids, trying to make sense of what they found in there.

"Keep throwing your legs open, Laura I'm getting a wonderful show here mmmm lovely salmon pink in there; Nice."

Laura stopped struggling. Her arms stretched out and her naked breasts heaving, nipples hard.

"When I get loose...hey, shit I hope you have the keys for these things, Sam? I am going to cut your balls out."

"Ah don't get so worked up, I was only having fun," said Sam, "I'll let you go in a minute." 

"Firstly though," he smiled, "I want to complete a fantasy. I've had for a while now." Laura looked sceptical , "Oh yeah, what was that? Me beating you to a pulp for tying me up? I'm having that fantasy now too." She jerked hard on the restraints but they didn't budge.

"Let me loose Sam; hurry up."

"I dreamed of what you would look like, naked and helpless, in the hand cuffs." 

"Good well now you know," said Laura inspecting the cuffs as she spoke. 

"Now let me up."

"And blindfolded" added Sam.

Laura stopped dead. "Excuse me?" she said.

"And blindfolded," repeated Sam. 

"I dreamed that I could look on you but you didn't know it was me. You can be very scary you know?"

"Not HALF as scary as I am going to be when you cut me loose." She said without much conviction. This was getting to be very tiring here.

Sam went to the wardrobe returned with a blue silk blindfold.

"One last thing," he said , "and I have no reason to keep you any more. My fantasy will be complete."

"What," she said, "you can only jack off when I can no longer see you? This is new. And after so many months of us having so much fun together."

"Ahhh, sarcasm is not your friend Laura. But I'll bet you knew that already," he said smugly, looking her over. He could see she was eyeing the cuffs and he knew she was working on how to get them off. 

He came up and gently put the silken blindfold over Laura's head and she let him.

"Ok? Not too tight?"

"Get on with it Sam. I need to go to the toilet soon, I've had too much tea tonight."

"Ok. Mmm I'll just look at you for a minute then you're free to go."

He went down the end of the bed and said, "uhhhh, what a turn-on, I can see right up your pussy ; lovely hot inner lips."

Laura clamped her legs stopping Sam looking at her private parts.

When her legs were together, Sam snapped on the leg cuffs and locked the chains into the slots along the bottom of the bed.

Laura bucked around like a stranded fish and screamed indignantly at top note.

Sam turned the little handle on the bottom of the bed and the small silver chains took up the slack so Laura couldn't move around as much.

Quickly he went to the top of the bed and removed Laura's blindfold and threw it aside. "What in God's name are you doing?" she demanded trapped with her arms above her head and ankles chained to the bottom. 

Sam smiled down at her. "Oh Laura honey, you are about to find out."

"I swear to god Sam you are dead meat. Do you hear me?"

"In that case I had better get to the main act as quickly as possible."

He went to the top of the bed and eased the tension on the cuffs. 

"Better?" Asked Sam

"Much...Dead man."

"My you have lovely tits" he said . "yummy." 

He sat down on the bed and he bent down, sucked the closest one then the other. Mmmmmm.

Laura wiggled for a minute and seeing it was useless, stopped.

"Oh Laura, you sweet thing, you," said Sam, I would love to kiss you but I am sure you'd bite my lip off.

"Damn right" said Laura; "kiss me, let me have it." 

"And for the same reason I am not about to stick my cock it you pretty little... sorry...big, mouth." 

"Oh come on Sam you wimp, nothing ventured nothing gained. 

Pop it in. I've never done that to a man before today, but, hey, I am really eager to learn more." 

"I'll be really gentle I promise."

Sam laughed "yes I bet you will; Maybe later on."

"I'll be waiting lover boy," said Laura testing the bonds as she was speaking. Trying to work out the best way to get free.

"Well," said Sam, "there'll be time for games later. Right now, I have an urgent need to fuck you."

Laura stopped. Stopped talking; Stopped pulling on the cuffs. 

"This isn't funny anymore Sam. Only my husband can do that to me. You know that."

"But you told me that he jumps on shoots his load and then gets off. That's not much fun." 

"Thou shalt not commit adultery," said Laura 

"Well, honey, mind if I call you honey, I feel like you are a real honey since you have shed all your armour ...wow, you certainly take my breath away," he said, watching her breast heaving as she was desperately working out how to get loose. 

He could see her eyes darting to each restraint looking for a weakness of some kind.

"Honey," he continued, "you can't commit adultery because you are all chained up there. You must have free will to commit adultery." He waited for that to sink in.

"You do not have free will, you see that? Huh? Notice that Laura? And I am not married so I can't commit it either.

Laura said. "If you fu.... If you have sex with a married woman, you are an adulterer and I'm a married woman."

"Ah we could debate this all night and discuss the finer points of who is right and who is wrong, but as you, yourself told me 'time's a wasting,'" said Sam.

He ran his hand gently down Laura's tummy and came back to where he left off when she'd grabbed and twisted his balls...

Laura blanched and held her legs tightly together.

Sam lightly caressed her there for a while and then moved down the bed and loudly sniffed her crotch. 

Laura started talking tough again a sure sign she was really nervous. "What are you now? A Dog?"

"Do dogs sniff you here Laura?

She snorted but didn't answer. She concentrated on her escape plan. It hadn't come to her yet.

Sam got up and went around the bottom of the bed. "Times up," said Sam. 

"No more Mr Nice guy. I am getting very close to needing to come in you."

"Do what?" Said Laura. Keeping up the conversation helped her to think clearer.

"Come, Laura," you know it as 'orgasm', what you so cutely call 'spit' it."

Laura was playing for time and looking for the weak point in the restraints, as she talked. "Oh, you could have done that ages ago, I offered to watch you. You like that, I know, you spent months getting me to.... Hey, what are you doing Sam?

Sam pressed a switch at the bottom of the bed. Laura's legs were being slowly parted.

"What do you think I am doing Honey? I am watching you pretty little cunt open for me."

"Ohh. No!" said Laura. "Don't do this Sam. Sam please. Times up. Let me go."

"So its alright for you to inspect my private parts while you think I'm asleep, but not all right for me to inspect yours. Bit sexist don't you think??

"Sam. Don't do this. I beg you."

"Nearly there," said Sam and then the motor stopped.

For a moment there was silence, then Sam came around onto the bed again.

He went straight to her exposed pussy and licked his finger. Very gently, he rubbed around Laura's inner lips. She wriggled to avoid the finger.

He stopped and put his hands on either side of her hips and lowered his head between her open legs. 

Laura felt his lips encompass her inner sanctum . 

"Oh god noo," she breathed hoarsely as his tongue flicked out and made very light contact with her exposed clit. Her hips bucked in the air and she pulled hard on the restraints. 

Sam sat back a moment and watched as she put all her effort into freeing herself. 

Suddenly, she stopped. Looked over his shoulder. Wendy was silently standing there, watching.

"The return of the terrible twins" said Laura, getting the hard edge on her voice again.

"mmmm; Yep." Said Wendy, eating a sandwich. 

"I was going to ask you if you were hungry, but I see you're busy." 

She turned to Sam and lowered her voice. "What the fuck is this all about? Why is she all trussed up like a chicken?"

"Long story" said Sam. Where's Cass?"

"Down in her bedroom putting stuff away. We've got new toys, and a couple of cute guys dropping by later." 

"Cassie said to give both of you a bit of time on your own; I got curious." 

Wendy turned back to look at Laura and said loudly to Sam, "You haven't fucked her yet, are you going to? Or do I have time to go get another sandwich?" 

She winked at Laura. "I'll be right back," she said. "You carry on. Sam's always a bit slow but take it from me, it is worth the wait hahaha." 

Then she turned to Sam and half whispered " Hurry up will you, do it and let her off that horrible dog chain or whatever it is. Where'd you find that shit anyway?" 

She took a bite of her sandwich, studying Laura's restraints and gave a visible shudder.

"Don't ever think you're going to use that barbaric shit on me, Sam." She gave his erection a squeeze, "Go get 'em, tiger," and left.

Laura was busy looking for the weakness in the clips holding her hands, while Sam and Wendy were talking. There had to be a secret to these things. What if someone lost the keys? There had to be a way out...

She half jumped as she felt Sam hand run over her tummy again and gently pull on the top of her pubes. "You heard your Girlfriend," she said "Get it over with Sam, I give up.

"Just do it, whatever 'it' is. Then let me go, I've had enough." 

She turned her head away from him and lay motionless. Now that the two girls had come back, she imagined all sorts of wonderful games they'd want to play if she couldn't get loose and defend herself.

And Sam would be forced by them to have his way with her, in front of them and probably the boys coming over, soon. 

Cassie would love that. She knew it. She hated it all. But the lesser of the evils was to give in to Sam and get loose. Hopefully before the 'twins' got back with their friends.

She felt Sam's warm hand invading her again; slowly. 

The sensation was letting her down. 

She instinctively knew that regardless of her situation, he would sooner or later make her succumb to those sensations. 

Cheap thrills for the girls and boys if they were there when it happened. The thought of it caused a tremble of disgust to run through Laura and she gave an involuntary shudder.

"Sam, stop that. Listen to me," she said "I'll make you a deal."

Sam withdrew his fingers slowly and gently caressed her thigh "what sort of deal?" he said half in a trance, Laura was beautiful and he could feel the beginnings of responses in her. And himself.

"Sam."

"Yes, I hear you, what are we talking about?"

"Up here Sam, my eyes, concentrate for goodness sake."

Sam stopped and looked up. "Ok I'm all ears, what's this deal?"

"The deal is this. I know that you are going to do unspeakable things to me and I don't want to, but looking at the state you're in right now, I can see that you won't, or can't, stop."

Sam's hand was starting from her knee again and slowly gliding up her thigh.

She shivered, she'd never felt that before it was so... NO..

"Listen to me Sam, up here...eyes Sam, look into my eyes and stop wasting time."

"Here's the deal. Do what you are going to do and I won't fight you. I won't bite you," she said and I won't hurt you." 

Oops she thought, wrong choice of words "umm, even if I could."

" In return, you will do two things for me." 

"First, you'll promise me truthfully that you will open these contraptions immediately you have had your own way."

"AND number two, that you'll lock the door before we start. That should keep the entourage of sightseers out. I don't want this to be a Circus."

Sam looked at her a minute and she thought she'd have to repeat it. 

For a bright boy, Sam was acting very slow tonight.

He jumped to his feet, went over to the door and locked it. Then came back and sat next to Laura. 

"Do I get a kiss without you biting me?" he said.

She knew it was a test of faith, to see if she would keep her word. If she didn't keep her word, he wouldn't keep his. She knew it.

"Ok. Kiss me."

He gave her a quick peck on her lips and they opened slightly. He looked at her to see if she was about to bite. Then he kissed her longer. 

There wasn't much movement and it wasn't a good kiss. But it proved she'd keep her word.

There was a knock on the door. Wendy said "I'm going downstairs, seeya later."

"She's probably gone for another key," said Laura.

"Come on, finish it and let me go. Please."

He sat for a second. Thinking.

I'd love to let you go right now and do it without these stupid handcuff things but you might... 

"I WILL, hurt you if you let me go right now."

"This is not consensual sex, Sam, what you are doing is Rape with a capital R."

If you let me go now, I'll punch you out before you get what you so badly want." 

Sam jumped back in surprise. 

"What we have Sam, is a deal. You rape me and you do it now, instead of wasting time till those idiots break in. Then, when it is over, you let me go and I don't do any harm to you. So, get on with it."

Sam got up and went for the keys to the cuffs.

"Now what're doing?" she asked .

"I'm letting you go, I don't want any part of this anymore."

Laura, looked at him with utter surprise. "What?" she said. "Its too late for that Sam, if I don't do it with you, your sister and your skinny girlfriend will have their revenge, with their photos." 

"DAMMIT. Just do it, now and don't let me go until you've finished, or I can't help but hurt you."

"Women are strange" said Sam.

"Look who's talking." 

"Now, Sam, I am new at this, so tell me, what do I have to do to get it over with as quickly as possible?" "Please, I am really losing my nerve here." 

Sam, jumped up and took one of the pillows out from under her head. 

He went down the other end of the bed and tapped her thigh, "Lift" he said. 

She lifted her pelvis off the bed and Sam shoved the pillow under her bottom. He retrieved the bottle of lubricant from the sideboard. 

"You won't need that" she said, "You've been slobbering all over me, it is very wet down there. What next?" her nerves were shattered and she knew she was babbling on to cover her abject fear. "Next," said Sam, "I do it to you." 

"Ok." Laura gritted her teeth and tensed.

"Is that 'ok-I-want-you-to-do-me-Sam' ....or 'ok' get on with it, Sam?"

"GET IT OVER WITH." She pulled hard on the restraints. "Ok Ok, I'm nervous too you know?" 

He sprang up and quickly climbed on to the bed and knelt between her open legs, his hand instinctively went down and felt her gently, she let out a moan as his thumb glided up past her clittie.

Laura closed her eyes tightly, ... don't let the sensation get out of hand, she said to herself, hang on. 

If he was anything like her husband, it would all be over in two minutes and she could start to work out what to do next. Just hang in there a bit lon.... Ohhhh" She felt Sams tongue, hot and wet, slide slowly over her clit and she nearly lost it.

"Stop that," she managed, after a second; " finish this." 

"Ok." Said Sam "Here goes" 

He sat up and slowly slid the head of his cock into her inner lips and rested it there. Laura felt it there and gave an uncontrolled shudder. 

He pushed a bit more and the head disappeared into her. 

Wow she was tight, he thought.

He looked up and Laura was watching him with big eyes and an open mouth. Without thinking, he shoved his cock deep into her and she threw her head back and went "ooooohhhh fffffuck." 

He thought he hurt her. There were tears in her eyes and her breath was rasping.




The Housekeeper Ch. 05



"Am I hurting you?"

Her eyes flew open. "Are you finished? Was that it?" 

"No, I thought I was..."

"Well keep going Sam, I'll survive. I'm ok now. Finish it."

Sam pulled out half way and pushed back in again. Laura let out a yelp and then grunted deeply uuuhhhh"

Sam stopped again.

Laura sucked in a deep breath. "Don't fucking stop now, keep going or I really will kill you" she rasped. 

The insides of her pussy started a slow, strong grasping motion on his cock and it had a disastrous effect.

Sam thrusted mindlessly into her. 

He could feel Laura's juices trickling down his balls as her pussy gripped and relaxed around his shaft in hot strong spasms.. 

He stopped to readjust his position between her legs but as he withdrew, her hips followed him and her eyes snapped open. 

"What are you doing?" She screamed, and raised her shuddering hips off the bed and bucked and ground on Sam's shunting cock. 

"Don't stop dammit."

Sam cradled Laura's flailing hips in both his big hands and pulled her tight onto him. He could hear her pussy slapping rhythmically on his balls and with each deep satisfying plunge into her he felt her muscles contracting faster, spasming more urgently now; squeezing feverishly around his fat shaft and knew instinctively that she was about to orgasm. 

He threw all caution to the wind. If she wanted to make good her promise to bite him should he get anywhere near her teeth, now she would get her chance. 

He slid his hands up her body, kissing her engorged nipples as he passed and, supporting his weight on his elbows, put his thumbs gently under her armpits and massaged them slowly as he wildly thrusted deep into her. 

Her pussy gripped him with an intensity and strength he had never felt before. She was close; but so was he. 

He lowered his face to where he could feel her warm jagged breath on his mouth. 

Slowly, he picked up the pace deep inside her and at the same time brought his lips gently down on hers. 

At the touch of his lips, Laura let out a long sigh then kissed him back so passionately that it triggered him and he thrust deeply into her again and again and again.

She bucked around like a woman possessed and threw open her legs as wide as she could. She was kissing him back with an intense ferocity and suddenly she screamed into his mouth and threw her hips into the air taking Sam with her. 

Her throbbing pussy muscles contracted around his aching cock and grasped him in a stranglehold, until he thought they would crush him. 

Then she expelled a huge rush of air and let out a high pitched squeal in his ear, "Ohhhh my godddddd."

A flood of moisture covered Sam's cock and her muscles inside started to spasm again and then gently subside. 

Sam thought she was dead. 

She lay there eyes wide open not blinking, her mouth slack and no sign of breathing. Her body was like jelly. 

He was about to panic, when suddenly, she sucked in a huge breath and let it out. Her eyes focused and she looked at Sam like she was seeing him for the first time ever.

"That was quick," smiled Sam, "I thought it took a lot longer than that for girls."

"First time for me; wouldn't know about other girls," Laura managed to say before moving her hips around.

Sam took that as an indication that Laura wanted to get up. He started to climb off her.

"Now, where are you going Sam? Stay put please I can't chase you around the room, I'm at a bit of a disadvantage here." 

She held up one hand still with the restraint on it. Sam stayed there on his elbows and she wiggled him again with her hips. 

"Are you finished too? You are still hard, I can feel it," she said wiggling again.

Sam felt her pussy tighten around him and grip him like a fist. "Whooooaaa" said Sam, don't do that, it is driving me nuts." 

She held him there, locked tightly for a few more moments then eased off. 

"Ok," she said, "how about you let me up then." 

She quickly brought her lips up and kissed him on the nose. 

Sam reluctantly withdrew and Laura watched him as he climbed from between her legs and moved over to the wardrobe. He brought back the keys and in an instant, Laura was free. 

Sam looked around for her clothes for her to put on . But as he went past the bed, she grabbed his wrist with the hand of a woman used to hard work. 

"Not so fast lover boy, you're not finished yet." 

She pulled him down on top of her and threw both arms around him and kissed him deeply, with dexterity she moved him effortlessly in between her legs without letting up on the kiss. 

He felt her soft wet pussy rub against his still rigid shaft. Her legs came apart and one of her little hands came down and positioned him just inside her."

Sam lost all control and his seed erupted deep in Laura over and over again. Time stood still. And when he looked up, she was lying with her head to one side, eyes half open and glassy, her arms draped around his neck.

He took his weight back on his elbows, and tried to lift himself gently off of her. But before he could accomplish that, she swiftly and deftly rolled him over on his back and lay on top of him. "Is that more comfortable?" she asked. 

"I was worried about my weight on you." Sam tried to explain. 

"Shhhh," said Laura "I know what you were trying to do." 

She kissed him then lay there, along his big chest for a while, listening to his heartbeat.

"I can hear your heartbeat," she said lazily caressing his arms.

Suddenly, she stuck her head up. And just stared at him blankly for a few seconds, her thoughts momentarily elsewhere.

"Ok," she smiled, lightly jumping to her feet "lie here Sam, I won't be long." "I'm going to find your little girlfriend and your JD Sister." 

She kissed him lightly on the lips and gave his flaccid penis a little squeeze. "We've got a few things to iron out." 

"Don't you need clothes?" Sam called as Laura unlocked the door.

"Why?" She laughed, "I'm betting they don't have any on either," and she was gone.

Sam must have dozed off. The next thing he heard were screams and laughter and Laura came flying through the door. She was still naked except for the Camera in her hand. 

She shoved the camera quickly into the bottom of a small Chinese statue and then jumped into bed beside Sam. She smiled and watched the bedroom door.

Ten seconds later Cassie burst in, naked, and yelled. "Right, give it back Bitch." Wendy right behind her, also nude.

"My my," said Laura her arms folded across her bare chest, "such language, kiddies. You're burning my sensitive ears. Hehehe."

Wendy wasn't as upset as Cassie, her eyes lazily scanned the room 

"Where'd you put it Laura. We'll find it." 

"I don't think so," said Laura, still smiling, "I hid it nicely on the way. Amongst the grape vines outside. You won't find it. Not till morning at least."

"How are you going to get it developed anyway," said Cassie quickly closing the gap with Laura." 

Laura's eyes narrowed slightly. 

"Careful, Cass" she said, "I've got a blue belt in karate sweetheart, as your brother found out a few minutes ago."

"Did I?" said Sam confused; by everything.

Laura kept her eye on Cassie and whispered in Sam's ear, "how else do you think a smaller person than you can move you around so easily?" she giggled, "to where you can do the most good?" 

She put an arm around his big shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. Never once taking her eyes of Cassie. 

Wendy sat on the end of the bed, one foot pulled up. She closely scrutinised the nail polish on her big toe, picked at it then looked up. 

"Its true" she said.

Everyone looked at her. 

"About Laura and the karate," said Wendy, suddenly noticing the quizzical looks she was getting. 

"I could tell, the first day I met her." 

Everyone was still looking at Wendy. 

"What?" she said, lowering her foot. "I took karate in year 8 for a while, I've got a belt as well. Not blue tho."

"Bullshit?" said Sam, "I would have known."

"You don't know everything Sammy," Wendy said, a little too sharply. She sighed lowering her tone. "You were still over at the old school all that year."

"Anyway," said Cassie turning back to Laura, and genuinely frustrated by the diversion, "where the hell did you put the fucking camera?"

"I told you," Laura said. "You can get a flashlight out of the top draw in the kitchen but you won't find it in the dark. So, sit down and lets discuss our options here."

"I'm not discussing any options with you," spat Cassie, "you can fuck off."

"Ok Cass," said Laura, "that's enough." 

"This is how I see it." She paused, took a breath. "You've got pictures of me and I have a lovely picture of you. My goodness but you are an inventive pair. Naughty naughty. Haha." 

Cassie looked like she was about to spring straight at Laura's throat. Laura frowned a warning. 

Your parents would be very interested in what you two are doing together, not to mention all your friends at school.

Who knows, you might make new friends when that see how good you are at it, woo hoo, you're really something . 

She looked straight at Cassie. Wendy was never a threat anyway. Sam and Wendy were well suited, thought Laura; both laid back.

Cassie was the instigator. She'd deal with Cassie and everything else would fall into place.

"Soon as your Dad and Mum see it, I'd say you are a moral to be sent away Cassie, to one of those girls' boarding schools where I hear you make special friends with the big, tough, street girls. They are going to love you sweetheart; literally."

Wendy sighed again, "Where'd you put my smokes Laura, I need one."

"Look in my coat pocket over there ...on the floor." Laura pointed, still keeping an eye on Cassie as well. 

"Can I have one too? said Laura "I'll pay you back tomorrow."

Cassie was grinding her teeth but hadn't moved any closer. Laura decided to do the grown up thing.

"Look, Cassie, we'll never be friends and that is my fault to a great extent. I treated you wrongly and it is too late to take it back.  I am really sorry.  This is your home and I just walked in and took over.  This is my first job as a person in charge of the entire household." 

She searched Cassie's face to see if she was getting through to her. 

"My experience, Cassie, is more as the servant in a big household. So there was a huge learning curve, trying to get it right, when I was put in charge of your home. And the more I tried, the more you fought it and the more you fought it, the more I was determined to make a success of it." 

"We can both be a bit headstrong, you and I Cassie."

She paused. Turned her head to look at Sam and Wendy.

"And I wish to apologise, to you too. I'll try to do better, if you will."

She turned back to Cassie. "Now, as for the photo of you and Wendy having fun downstairs, that is a private thing between the two of you and none of my business."

Cassie scoffed but only half-heartedly She'd quietened down a bit. "Yes, I know," continued Laura. " I stuck my nose into everyone's business and did some damage to your personal property. Over the last few weeks, I have been forced to face a few unpalatable truths about myself." She looked at Sam.

"I am willing to make amends and pay back the cost of replacing it all." 

"Good" said Wendy "mine cost $7. I could use the money back."

"Anyway, we all have to live with this," said Laura. 

"Lets cut to the chase, as you once said to me. You've got me in photos. Now I have you in a photo; we both have insurance to make sure we all live a happy and fulfilling life."

Cassie looked at Laura for a moment, considering her options. 

"Ok," said Cassie. "How do I know you won't have second thoughts and come down heavy in the morning and we are back to square one with you?"

"Well, I am still in charge of the house so, in the interests of keeping things running smoothly around here, I'll have to make the decisions." 

Cassie opened her mouth to say something. Laura continued quickly. 

"BUT. My job is more administrative from now on. As of tonight, we 4 here are all grown ups for the purposes of living in harmony together and will treat each other with the respect we each deserve as adults. 

If I need to do something, I'll ask your advice before making any decisions. Ok?"

As for what you wear and who you see or whoever you bring home, that is totally in your hands providing that you don't put any of the rest of us at a disadvantage, we live here too."

"It goes without saying that, with your rights will come adults' responsibilities, do you think you can handle that Ok? From now on, there will be things you will do around here as an adult and not have to be asked to do them like you would a child.

"But," said Laura, smiling at everyone "we leave that till the end of the week and then we negotiate." "Ok Wendy, I'll have that cigarette now. If you can spare it" Wendy lit it for her and they both inhaled and relaxed for the first time.

Cassie said, "Ok, I'll give it a try" and asked Wendy did she want a sandwich before the boys turn up.

They wandered out to the kitchen to put the toaster on.

"You want some?" Wendy asked over her shoulder. "Yes thanks," said Laura, turning to Sam, but right now ladies, I have got some serious catching up to do with this handsome hunk of a man." 

She smiled in Sam's direction, "So if you don't mind..."

"Have a good one" said Wendy," springing to her feet, "we'd stop and watch but Cassie and I have a bit of unfinished business of our own. See you later on," she winked at Laura and said to Sam, "Behave yourself big fella, and don't overdo it on the first night hahaha."