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Maid to Order

By: mrwizard67



Not for the first time, she swished her ass as she walked by him. It was an ongoing temptation that he could no longer resist. Steve had decided that he was going to teach this little tease a lesson, and have his way with her whether she wanted it or not. This beautiful cockteaser had been taunting him long enough. He grabbed her from behind, pushed aside her blazer, and cupped the soft mounds of her breasts through the thin material of her white blouse. He smiled to himself, as he realized that she wore no bra. At the same time he was feeling her up, he was pressing his already hard cock into the crack of her perfect heart shaped ass. 

"No, no," she pleaded, trying to pull away, but Steve was much too strong for her. 

"I'm gonna fuck you now, wench," he told her forcefully, "you've teased me for the once too often." With one hand, Steve lifted her skirt, and shoved her stocking clad legs apart. The other hand placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of her exposed cunt. Exposed because she wore no panties, and her stockings were thigh highs. 

"Damn you Steve," his wife laughed, as Steve pushed his hard prick into her dripping wet snatch, "you're gonna make me late for my meeting."

By this time, Steve had bent Terri over the sofa and he was fucking her hard from behind. "If you didn't want to fuck before you went to work," he panted, chuckling; "you shouldn't have been teasing me all morning."

She looked back at him over her shoulder. "It's your own fault," Terri giggled breathlessly, "you kept flashing that big beautiful cock at me. What's a horny girl supposed to do. Now shut up and fuck me hard and fast."

Always happy to oblige a lady, Steve picked up the pace of their fucking. Terri's moanings were getting louder and more intense. He could feel the always-tight grip her pussy held on his cock getting even tighter, a sure sigh of her impending orgasm.

"Fuck me darling," Terri screamed, "fuck me. I'm there Steve, I'm cumming. I love you darling. Oh God, I'm cumming. "

Her pussy grabbed his cock in a vise-like grip as she came, sending waves of incredible pleasure through both of them; and bringing him to the brink of his own powerful orgasm. "I'm cumming too, Sweetheart," he hollered, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming too."

"No, no," she protested vehemently, "don't cum inside of me." Obediently, Steve pulled back as she moved forward. As soon as his cock was out of her, she spun around, quickly dropped to her knees, and took his cock in her mouth.

At the same instant that Steve felt himself enter the warm wetness of her mouth he started to cum. Spurt after spurt shot into Terri's mouth, and she eagerly swallowed every drop. "Terri my love," Steve intoned, looking down at his wife, who still had his softening dick in her mouth, "you are incredible, but I was more then ready to fill your perfect pussy."

Terri smiled at Steve as she let his deflated cock slip from her lips. Then, as she stood and smoothed out her clothes she said, "I know, darling, but I have an important meeting with Judge Wilson, and didn't what to have your cum running down my leg."

"You mean that you'd rather have cum breath," he chided her.

"No silly," she laughed, "a breath mint will take care of that. Besides, I didn't have any breakfast, and I wanted the protein. Now let me get out of here, or I will be late for my meeting." They kissed quickly, and she ran for the door. Just as she was leaving, she called back, "don't forget, the agency is sending a girl over for the maid's job. She will be here in about an hour." Then she was gone.

Terri was an associate in one the city's most prestigious law firms. The only reason that she was not a partner in the firm was because she was only willing to work part time. As a successful e-business owner Steve also only worked part time now. This working arrangement gave the randy pair plenty of time to pursue their favorite sport. Fucking. 

Leaning back against the sofa, Steve thought with pleasure about the woman who had just dashed out of the door. Even after eight years of marriage he was still madly in love with her.

She was five foot two inches of sexual dynamite, with long flowing blond hair, although when she went to work it was always done up in a severe bun. Deep blue eyes, as deep as the South Pacific, and as warm as the summer sky. Perfect tits, high and firm, she claimed they were a B-cup, but on the rare occasions that she wore a bra, if it was a B she didn't fill it well. Steve didn't care. He loved her small size, and her beautiful, silver dollar sized aureoles, and nipples the size of a fingertip. As far as Steve was concerned, Terri's face, ass, legs, hell, everything was as near perfect as humanly possible. 

Despite her beauty, and a sexual appetite that complimented his superbly, he knew that it was her soul, her heart that he truly loved. 

Steve decided that there was time for a shower and shave before the girl arrived from the agency, so he headed for the bathroom. A short time later, he was back in the living room, showered, shaved, blow dried and dressed in shorts and a pull over shirt. It was straight up nine o'clock when the doorbell rang.

Chapter 2

"Hello," Steve said as he opened the door.

"Mr. Jenkins?" the young woman seen a little surprised, by his relative youth and casual appearance. 

"Yes."

"The agency sent me," she continued, "I'm Nina Romana. I'm here about the maid's job."

"Of course," he responded, "I've been expecting you. Won't you please come in."

Nina smiled the kind of smile that melts stone hearts. "Thank you sir."

Pointing to the hall closet Steve said, "You can put your jacket in there. Please be so kind as to leave your shoes here," he added, showing her a shoe caddie, "we do not allow outside shoes in the house."

"But sir," she protested, "I only have this pair with me."

"Don't worry about it," he informed her, "by the time you need them, you will have other shoes. Now follow me please."

"Yes sir," Nina replied, looking a little more comfortable.

"Stand here please," Steve ordered, indicating a place near the center of the living room. "I'm going to be moving around as we talk, but I want you to continue facing in the same direction. Do you understand?"

Nina swallowed hard, obviously somewhat nervous, "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good. You were told, I'm sure," he began, "that this is a live in job, and that it pays about twice the usual rate for a live in?" No words this time, just a simple nod of her head; so Steve continued. "One of the reasons that we pay so well, is that we expect complete obedience from our maid. How do you fell about that?"

Her eyes were downcast, but a slight smile played across her face as Nina replied, "I take orders very well sir."

"Excellent," Steve smiled. "Now before we continue with the interview, we need to do something about your uniform." 

"But sir," she stated, "this is what the agency told me to wear." The dress that the agency gave her was ultra conservative. White lace collar right up to her neck. The hemline was an inch, maybe two, below her knees, and what was in-between looked more like a potato sack than a dress. 

"I'm sure it is my dear," he said consolingly, "but it is not acceptable. Down that hall," Steve gestured, "first door on the right, is a bathroom. In there is a new dress for you. Please go there, change, and come back here as quickly as you can."

Steve chuckled quietly to himself as he watched Nina nearly fly down the hall. This, he thought to himself, is going to be fun.

Nina was back in record time. She was trying hard not to look pleased with herself. Steve wondered if she looked so happy because she got back so fast, or if it was because she liked the new dress that much better. Had he been able to read her mind, he would have found that is a bit of both.

He walked around her, carefully examining the new outfit. It had a hemline that stopped just short of mid-thigh, and was tight enough to show that Nina had a terrific ass. The collar was wide, and the neckline deep. Her bra, and bra straps were clearly visible in several places. "Much better," Steve informed her, "but I see we still have some changes to make." 

Stepping close, and touching her bra, he said, "We can't have this thing showing. Please go remove it at once."

"But sir, I" she started to protest.

"No buts," Steve interrupted her sternly, "remember what I said about obedience?"

With a quick nod, Nina scurried off to the bathroom again. This time she returned a little more slowly. However, Steve could still see the slight jiggle of her small tits as she walked back.

When she was back in place, Steve turned Nina slightly, so that she was facing a decorative mirror only a few feet away. "If you can see yourself," he told her, "I'm sure you will better understand what I'm doing." 

Steve resumed his inspection. Still standing behind her, Steve ran his fingertips across her now mostly bare shoulders, causing shivers to run up and down her spine. "See," he smiled at her reflection in the mirror, "no ugly straps to mar the beauty of your shoulders. No unsightly bulges back here either." He added as his hands traveled down her back. 

Nina was trembling now. Steve's gentle caresses and his softly commanding voice were causing the young woman to go weak at the knees. 

Looking in the mirror, Steve could clearly see Nina's nipples protruding though the material of her dress. He reached around front and cupped both of Nina's firm young tits, causing Nina to gasp in surprise, and secret delight. With a squeeze of her little tits, Steve told Nina, "These perfect little beauties don't need a bra, so you won't wear one while you work here." With that he released her, stepped back and ordered, "turn and face me please."

"You are wearing stockings, I see," Steve commented, "stocking and carpet do not go well together. Sometimes cause static shocks. Go remove them."

"Yes sir," she said.

"Oh, one more thing," he added, "when we're alone, you are to call me Master. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," that ghost of a smile he had seen earlier was back, "I'll go remove my stockings now."

Nina sped off down the hall, all but tore off her hose, tossed them onto the growing pile of clothes; and ran back to stand in front of her master.

Once again he resumed his inspection. "You have perfectly lovely legs, my dear," Steve told her, "you really don't need stockings. Tell me, were you wearing pantyhose?"

"Yes Master," was her simple reply.

"When it is just my wife and I, you will remain barefoot. When we have guests and you must wear shoes and stockings, the only stockings that will be allowed will be black or tan thighhighs. Most of the time, you will be allowed to choose the color. However, from time to time we may pick the color for you."

While Steve had been talking he had continued to walk around Nina. He was standing behind her when he finished. At that point he began to stroke her shapely ass.

Nina sighed quietly at his touch.

"Hmmm, I feel panties. Nina, are you wearing panties?"

"Yes Master," Nina responded, "I always wear panties. Do you want me to take them off too? Should I take them off here?" she added hopefully.

""Yes I want you to take them off," he informed Nina, "no I don't want you to do it here. Now scoot," he added, swatting her playfully on the ass, as she dashed for the bathroom.

When Nina returned a moment later, she faced Steve, looked him in the eye, and said, "I'm naked under this dress now, Master."

Steve smiled at her boldness, stepped closer to her, and said, "I guess I had better check to be sure." With that, he place his hand on her bare thigh just below the hem of her dress, and moved it upward until he reached the junction of her shapely legs. "My my," Steve chuckled, as he slipped his middle finger all the way into Nina's honey hole, "your pussy is dripping wet."

"Yes Master," Nina cooed, "my pussy is so wet because I want to serve you any way you wish."

"That's good Nina," Steve crooned. With his free arm, Steve pulled Nina closer. He pressed his lips to hers. Nina parted her full red lips, granting Steve's tongue access to her willing mouth. His finger, still quickly fucking her hot pussy, swiftly brought her to orgasm. Steve broke their kiss, when her shudders ceased. "How would you serve me first, if the choice is yours?"

Nina sighed, and leaned against her new master. "If I get to choose how I serve you first, it will be on my knees, with my mouth; so you will know I want to serve and obey." With that, Nina sank to her knees, took the snaps of Steve's short in her hands, and smiling up at him added, "my I serve you now, Master? Will you fuck my hot mouth with your big beautiful cock?"

"Yes Nina," Steve replied, his voice hoarse with desire, "you may suck my cock now, but I want you to do it naked."

"Oh yes Master," she responded happily. Nina pulled her dress over her head and tossed it on the floor. Then she sat back on her haunches, thrust her chest out, grabbed her tits, and gave them a squeeze. "Do you like my tits, Master? I know they're small, but some guys think they're pretty."

Nina's tits were small, about the size and shape of half an orange. Long, pale pink nipples, and chocolate colored, half dollar sized aureoles, drew Steve's eye, and made his mouth water.

Steve watched Nina caress her tits, and tweak her nipples for several seconds before her replied. "Nina, you have wonderful tits, and if you're a good little maid, I may suck them for you in a bit."

"I'd like that Master," she returned. Nina's hands drifted downward over her flat belly to her widely spread thighs. "Master, I shave my pussy. Do you like it? Oh, and Master, may I finger my pussy while I suck your cock?"

"Forward little thing, aren't you?" Steve chuckled, "yes I like your shaved pussy. You may leave a small fur patch on top if you wish, or you may shave completely. Yes, my pet, you may finger your pussy while you suck my cock; and it's time that you got started."

Nina leaned forward, grasped the snaps on Steve's shorts, and with a quick snap, zip, and tug, they were off. While she was busy with his pants, Steve removed his shirt. "Master," Nina gushed, "you don't wear underwear either."

"No I don't," he replies indulgently, "now use your pretty mouth to pleasure my cock, not my ears."

Nina smile and kissed the head of Steve's erection. Her tongue licked all around the head, down the underside all the way to his balls. One at a time, she gently sucked each nut into her hot mouth. Once she had paid oral homage to each small sperm factory, she licked her way back to the top. Nina pressed the bulbous head of Steve's hard prick to her lips then slowly let it pass into her mouth, much like a dick would slowly spread her pussy lips as it entered her snatch.

Steve moaned in pleasure at his maid's expert oral ministrations. "Nina baby," he muttered, "you are one hell of a cocksucker."

Nina's chest swelled with pride at her master's praise, but her hands and mouth were too busy to respond. One hand was fingering her wanton, wet womanhood. The other, alternated between jacking Steve's rock hard cock, and gently massaging his sensitive balls. Her mouth was too full of dick to speak. In fact, it was so full at this moment that her nose was in his pubic hair. Steve grabbed the back of her head, and for several moments, literally fucked Nina's mouth as if it were a cunt. When he released her, Nina move her mouth back so that only the head and an inch or two of his cock were in her mouth. 

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck," Steve shouted hoarsely, "fuck, I'm so close, Nina, so fucking close. Keep sucking, Nina, I'm going to cum in your mouth. I'm going to fill your mouth with my cream, and you're going to swallow every drop." 

Nina's fingers had been furiously fucking her pussy the whole time she had been blowing Steve. Between her diddling digits, and her love of sucking cock, Nina came just as Steve shot his first load. Nina held his first blast in her mouth, savoring the salty, bittersweet taste. Two, three, four, five, six, seven cum blasts quickly followed, each entered the young maid's waiting mouth. Still she did not swallow. Her master had told her that he would fill her mouth with cum before she swallowed; so Nina waited, obediently, until her mouth was full and her master withdrew his softened cock before she happily swallowed his seed.

"Very well done," Steve sighed contentedly, "you have passed the oral portion of your interview. Now let's adjourn to the bedroom so we can continue."

Chapter 3

As soon as the couple entered the bedroom, they climbed into bed. Steve took Nina in his strong arms, and kissed her deeply, passionately. His probing tongue entered her mouth; her own tongue met his in a sensual dance of welcome. Steve's gentle fingers stroked her naked back, causing her to shiver with delight. Her soft hands trailed along his flanks, causing his soft cock swelled into renewed life.

Steve's mouth left Nina's; his tongue made a path down her graceful throat, across her heaving chest, to find and suckle on her hard, pink nipple. His mouth paid homage to her beautiful breasts. Sucking first one, then the other, small tit almost entirely into his mouth. Licking around Nina's dark aureoles, nibbling and sucking on her erect, sensitive nipples.

Nina's sighs of contentment became moans of pleasure, as Steve's searching fingers found, and twirled around her highly receptive love button. Even as Steve slipped two fingers into Nina's pleasure sodden snatch, her fingers wrapped around his now fully hard cock. 

While Steve was sucking on Nina's tits and fingering her hot cunt, Nina's stroking his of cock became a gentle tugging. "Fuck me Master, please fuck me," Nina begged, "I want to serve your pleasure with my hot cunt."

Steve's mouth broke contact with Nina's soft tit. He rolled on top of her, and in one swift thrust, pushed the entire length of his fierce erection into the young maid's tight twat.

Nina screamed out in pleasure as she felt Steve enter her. 

"Oh fuck, Nina," Steve grunted, "you are unbelievably tight. I love fucking you."

"Yes Master, yes" the horny little beauty moaned, "fill my pussy with your wonderful cock. Fuck me good and hard. Command me, and I'll obey. Oh Master," Nina's moans became screams, "I'm cumming, yes, yes, I'm cumming so fucking hard!"

Steve pulled out of Nina and ordered, "up on your knees girl, I'm going to fuck you doggy style."

"Yes Master," Nina panted, as she moved quickly into position, "fuck me, Master. Fuck me like a dog. Make me your bitch. Make me cum again." In an instant, Steve had reentered her, and was pistoning his prick into her hot box as hard and fast as he could. Steve could feel Nina's sucking snatch grip his throbbing cock even more tightly as her body was racked by waves of a new and even more intense orgasm. Nina leaned forward, and screamed into the pillow beneath her head. 

When Nina's orgasmic shudders had eased, and her bucking against him resumed, Steve wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and pulled her off her knees. Without ever having withdrawn from her, Steve had them laying spoon style on their sides, still firmly fucking.

"Master," Nina sighed, "that was cool. No one has ever tipped me over while fucking me before."

"I'm glad you like it, little wench," Steve laughed, "now I'm gonna fill you pussy with my cum, and you're gonna cum with me." Steve continued to pump Nina hard and fast. He could feel the seed welling up deep within him. He could sense her rapidly approaching orgasm. Another moment and the hot fucking pair screamed out almost in unison, "I'm cumming, damn I'm cumming." Steve kissed Nina deeply, while the pair road the tidal wave of the their mutual orgasm.


Maid to Order



The hot couple were still kissing, and cumming down from their orgasmic high when a stern voice interrupted their passion, "Now isn't this a pretty sight."

Chapter 4

"I see you've had fun fucking the new maid," Terri said, glaring at her husband. "So dear," she added, switching her gaze to the frightened girl, "did you give him a nice blow job before you fucked him?"

Poor little Nina did not know what to do. Steve's softening cock was just now slipping from her cum soaked cunt. His arm around her waist held her tightly in place. All she could do was stammer, "I, I ah I"

"Yes my sweet," Steve interrupted calmly, "she gave me an expert blow job just before I fucked her tight, wet cunt."

"That's good," Terri replied, smiling at Nina now, "since you gave him such good head before, you won't mind sucking him now. Turn over," Terri's voice now held a tone of command, "and suck him until he's nice and hard. I don't mind sharing Steve's wonderful cock, but I definitely want my share."

Nina got up on her hands and knees and took Steve's cock, still slimy from their mutual fuck juices, into her eager mouth. As she did so, she pointed her pretty little heart shaped ass at Terri. Terri watched Nina suck for a moment, admiring her skill, and the obvious pleasure she derived from sucking Steve's cock. Her eyes drifted between Nina's lovely, slightly parted legs. Nina's shaved pussy, a bright reddish pink from her recent fuck, was clearly visible. Even as she looked, Terri could see a large dollop of Steve's cum ooze out of Nina's snatch. 

Leaning in and bending low, Terri used her tongue to scoop up the cock cream that seeped from Nina's cunt. Delicious, Terri thought, the only thing she liked better than the taste of cum was cum mixed with pussy juice. Terri continued to lick and suck on Nina's hot, cum dripping snatch. 

Slipping Steve's stiffening cock out of her mouth Nina moaned, "Oh my God, that feels so good. Eat me please."

"That's, eat me please, Mistress," Steve corrected, breathlessly.

Nina smiled up at her master, as another moan escaped her lips. Then turning slightly and looking at Terri, Nina purred, "Mistress, that feel wonderful, please make me cum. Eat me until I cum again." Nina took Steve's, almost fully hard dick back in her willing mouth. Almost as soon as she did, Nina started shuddering, moaning, and grinding her dripping wet cunt onto Terri's long, stiff, talented tongue.

"Eat her baby," Steve encouraged his hot and horny wife, "her pussy tastes almost as sweet as yours. Make our little slave cum before I fuck your tight tasty twat." 

"She is delicious," an incredibly aroused Terri agreed. "Darling, your beautiful cock is almost hard. I can hardly wait to have it inside me." Terri's mouth once again descended onto Nina's pulsating pussy. 

Realizing that Nina was about to cum, Terri redoubled her efforts. In no time, Terri's pistoning tongue, and hot sucking mouth pushed Nina over the brink. Terri could feel the contractions in Nina's pussy that signaled her orgasm. 

Nina's squeals and moans of pleasure were muffled by a mouthful of Steve's cock. Terri continued to lick and suck Nina's spasming snatch as the little maid's orgasm broke over her in ever increasing waves of pleasure. Finally, as Nina quieted, Terri removed her mouth from the girl's cunt. 

"All right little slut," Terri scolded happily, "out of the way. You've been playing with that dick long enough, it's my turn now." Nina scrambled out of the way and sat on the bed next to Steve. She watched as Terri dropped her knee length skirt to the floor, revealing black thigh high stockings and no panties. Terri quickly straddled Tim, taking his enormous erection in her dainty hand and guiding it to her waiting love tunnel. With one swift thrust, she took Steve's entire length deeply inside of herself. "Oh Stevie, I've wanted your cock back in me all morning. It fills me so well, and feels absolutely wonderful."

"Yea baby," Steve panted, "ride my hard cock. I love the way your tight pussy stokes me. Now take your blouse off and show me your beautiful tities."

Terri had already started unbuttoning her top, and in a moment had it off. As soon as the blouse on the floor, she cupped her small tits in her hand. "These what you wanted to see?" Terri purred, as she caressed her sensitive mounds.

"You know it Terri," he growled lustily, "I love your pretty little titties." 

As Steve reached for Terri's tits, she gently pushed his hands away, looked at Nina and commanded, "Come Nina," sit on your master's face. I want to see him eat the sweet pussy that I just tasted."

Smiling happily, Nina was quick to obey, "Yes Mistress," Nina cooed as she place her wet wanton womanhood over Steve's eager mouth. "MMMM," Nina moaned as Steve's talented tongue caressed her clit, "Master eats my pussy so well."

"Of course he does," Terri almost screamed as she rapidly approached her first orgasm, "now kiss me, I'm going to cum." Terri pulled Nina to her, pressed her lips to the maid's, and slid her tongue between Nina's parted lips. Nina returned her mistress's passionate kiss with fervor. 

With her mouth locked to her maid's, and her cunt clamped tightly to her husband's cock; Terri reached the precipice of passion. All rational thought left her as Terri succumbed to her need for release. Rolling waves of red-hot rapture spread rapidly from her loins to every part of her. For a wonderful moment of eternity she was filled with ecstasy. When she finally she came back to earth, Terri broke her kiss with Nina.

"I love you Steve," Terri sighed breathlessly, "that was terrific. Want to fuck me doggie style?" 

Steve gently pushed the still horny maid from him and said, "You bet honey." 

"But Master," Nina pouted, "I didn't cum yet."

"You are here to pleasure us," Steve told her sternly, "if in pleasing us you cum, that's okay with us. If you please us well, we may decide to reward you with orgasms of your own, but it is always our choice, not yours."

Eyes down, Nina replies softly, "Yes Master, I'm sorry Master, please command me. I'm yours, and I'm ready to obey."

"Lay down," Steve commanded, indicating that she was to lay on her back with her head towards the foot of the bed. "Now, you are going to lick us both as we fuck. If you do a good enough job, Terri may reward you with a tongue lashing."

As soon as Nina was in place, Terri straddled her face and lowered her cum drenched cunt to the maid's willing mouth. When Terri's pussy was in reach Nina licked her mistress from clit to ass hole. It was the first time that she had tasted Terri's snatch, and she wanted more.

Terri moaned softly at Nina's gently tonguing. As much as she enjoyed the feel, what Terri really wanted was Steve's hard cock. "Fuck me some more baby," Terri crooned, "fill me with your beautiful dick." Steve slipped just the tip of his ridged rod between her pussy lips, and held still for a moment. " Don't tease me Steve, fuck me good and hard. I want it now"

"I'm gonna pound your pussy till you cream," Steve warned, as he slammed his raging hard-on into his wife's tight love hole. Terri squealed with delight, and ground her hips back against her husband's thrusts. In an instant, the frantically fornicating pair was lost in there own land of mutual lust and ecstasy.

Meanwhile, momentarily forgotten, Nina lay with her face right below the surging sexual union of her master and mistress. For several seconds she just watched as Steve's hard cock slammed into Terri's tight twat. Then, as her own lust grew, she reached out with her tongue and licked the tender bud that was Terri's clit. 

Nina's touch brought Terri out of her passion-induced dream world, and noticing for the first time Nina's sopping wet snatch just below her, Terri lowered her head and sucked Nina's pebble hard clit into her hot mouth. Terri soon fell into a pattern of alternating tongue fucking and clit sucking. At the same time, Nina was licking from Terri's love button, all along Steve's pistoning shaft when it was out of Terri's pussy, down along his balls, and when she could reach, all the way to Steve's puckered ass hole.

For a passion filled eternity, the threesome were lost in a timeless world of lust, and pleasure; but all things, no matter how wonderful come to an end. 

Nina was the first to erupt. Terri's tongue stabbed deeply into Nina's hot box sending the lust filled maid over the edge. Releasing Steve's cum filled balls from her mouth, Nina screamed out, "Fuck, Oh Mistress, please fuck me with your tongue. Oh God, I'm cumming. I'm cumming so hard."

Lovingly caught between Nina's talented tongue and Steve's hard driving love muscle, Terri was already on the brink of orgasm when she tasted the sweet nectar of Nina's cum. It was the last straw, and it sent Terri over the edge. "Oh Steve," Terri's voice hoarse with passion, "I'm cumming baby, fill me with your jizz. Fuck me deep, and let me feel you cum." Even as she spoke, Terri's orgasm broke over her causing her to slam back against her husband and to bury her face in Nina's snatch as her body shook with the power of her cum.

Steve's balls were filled to overflowing when Terri started to cum. Her passion filled words, and wonderfully spasming pussy were more then he could take. He erupted with an inarticulate shout. Firing shot after shot of hot cum into his wife's waiting pussy. Terri's pulsating pussy seen to suck on Steve's cock like a hungry mouth. As his orgasm subsided Steve found voice again. "Baby, you're the greatest. Nina, unless I hear an unexpected objection, you have a job."

"No," murmured Terri contentedly, " no objections, I think we should keep her."

"Thank you Master, thank you Mistress," Nina said with evident feeling. Still below the connected pair, she watched as Steve withdrew is softened penis from Terri, and fell to the bed beside them. As soon as Steve pulled out, Nina could see the creamy fluid that was the couples combined cum. Nina had tasted girl cum, and cock cream many times before, but had never tasted both together. She stuck her tongue into the oozing mixture, and loving the taste, immediately placed her mouth over Terri's hole, sucking and licking for all she was worth. Nina wanted every drop of the sweet love juice that seeped from her mistress's honey hole.

Terri yelped at Nina's unexpected touch, but she raised up on her haunches, and squeezes her pussy muscles to give her new maid the creamy reward she hungered for. It wasn't long before Terri was cumming again and Nina had cleaned out her cunt.

Three well satisfies people lay in a tangle of limbs. Their satisfaction came from more than just good sex, but rather from the knowledge that their mutual needs were now met. 

Steve's rampaging hormones had always need more than one pussy to satisfy him. Terri loved the taste and feel of pussy almost as much as cock. After today, Nina knew for sure what she had long suspected, she wanted, no needed to serve and obey. This threesome would be permanent.



Maid to Order



She was nearly naked! Of course, she had on the standard hotel maids pinafore type outfit with the little half apron, but it was unbuttoned to the waist and with her huge, glorious tits filling all of the front of the fabric and the incredible round globes mashed together down the opened button-front, it was clear there was no bra anywhere inside there! 

As he'd entered she'd spun from where she'd been stripping the bed and the breast flesh was just settling from the massive jiggle such fast action had caused! He had stared openly and she clasped her hands over her apron tightly. This practically wrapped her arms around the massive mammaries and pushed them inward and forward even more until he thought the fabric would burst! She giggled at the response evident both upon his glazed, lust-filled face and the growing bulge in his pants. 

Then when she turned and bent back to her task, he could see just below the short skirt the total absence of any fabric covering her delicious ass - then further over she reached and he saw the final evidence that not even a thong was hiding anything as her sex was exposed tucked sweetly between the tops of her thighs! 

Striding forward, he flipped the short skirt up high onto the small of her back and holding it there with one hand told the voluptuous cleaning woman "You are an indecent slut! Behaving this way before me as though begging for me to stick something (running his hand down over her ass cheeks until a single long finger slid between them) into your sopping (finger in) sex (another) hole! (finally three)". Dragging his dripping fingers out and backwards thru the deep crevice across sensitive flesh and then each finger teasing at her backdoor. By the pass of the last fingertip, the tiny pucker seemed to be opening and closing as though trying to grasp and draw in a penetrating digit! 

Slap! Slap! Slap! Three resounding smacks from his cum-slick hand in rapid succession! The first high and outside, the second lower across the still quivering bottom curve of that same cheek, and the last directly across the base of the crack sending the wave of ass flesh onto the other cheek and causing a gasp and quick whimper from the mouth of the face looking back over her shoulder in shock. 

She'd been expected fondling, maybe kissing and licking and certainly a good fucking in at least one of her anxious holes, but never before had he struck her! The pain was real and yet not all that separate from the pleasure she'd been imagining before he finally arrived! Rather than distracting from it, it seemed to add a bit of something!

Slap! One more, but to the 'virgin' cheek and then the fingers drove back down along the trench between her quaking cheeks and sought entrance to her pulsing, wet tunnel. She was soaked! Two fingers slid in easily and began to turn and probe searching - earnestly trying to touch off any and all sparks and pleasure shocks possible. 

His thumb moved in and the fingers moved outside and scissored over and around her clit - massaging it, pinching it between with urgency boosted not only from his delight in the feel the spankings had burned into his palm, but also by the growing need in his cock which was beginning to push painfully against the inside of his pants! She was obviously more than ready for his arrival, for he'd never known her to be this wet until well into a very hot session! Juices were flowing and covering his hand and the tops of her thighs. She was grinding back and all over his hand despite the roughness of the treatment...something new between the two of them!

Her moans into the bed sheets, writhing form beneath his left hand holding her firmly from rising, and the fact that he could see her own hands working feverishly between the mattress and the maid's costume pulling and rubbing at her nipples meant she was close. Her face was red and twisted with the need and the anguish of being soooooo close. The smell of her honey was everywhere! 

He increased the tempo of his now-thrusting thumb, the response of his manipulating fingers on her clit to her grinding and whimpers, and then bent down and bit one beautiful, shaking ass cheek right over one of the stinging red-hand prints. He began to tongue and bite hard and then switched to sucking the sore flesh between his teeth into his mouth as hard as he could. The sucking put her over the edge and he bit down hard so as not to lose his grip as he rode her wildly bucking orgasmic convulsions racing from muffled scream to her weakening knees and back again! 

She collapsed against the mattress as the ride neared its end and half lay upon - half hung off the bed. Whimpering, giggling, and incoherent attempts at speech were lost among the rumpled sheets and coverlet. As he released the ass flesh from his mouth there was another violent tremor. And, again when he pinched suddenly one last time holding her swollen clit between his fingers and then drew his hand from the flooding pussy lips. 

As soon as he felt any level of recovery, he bent over and slipped his hands beneath her armpits and began lifting her backwards to her feet. "Get up bitch! You've been very naughty haven't you?" 

She struggled to stand on her wobbly knees but was already growing even more aroused in the realization it was all just beginning! This is what they'd waited so long for and what she'd planned for so carefully! As she stood, leaning back against him for a moment, she couldn't help but rub her ass all around the rigid cock she felt there!

His hands slid around and over the large tits, toying for only a moment with the rock-hard nipples trying to pierce the black maid's uniform. Taking stock of the costume, how it was opened, dipping freely into the deep cleavage and running to the waist line where the buttons were actually still closed and ran behind the little apron to the hem of the garment. Grabbing the fabric tightly just above this first button in each hand he ripped once and then twice until the remaining buttons were gone and the uniform completely open behind the tightly tied apron front. Her tits sprang free into view and she swung them from side to side surprised, yet delighted by this violent side she'd never awakened in him before, until they were completely free and exposed in all their glory!

"Be still wench! And stop behaving like such a harlot or you will be punished much more severely!!" As though to still the 'motion of the ocean' of breast flesh, he took the ends of the large tits in his hands and kneaded them freely, rolling the hardened tips between his fingers. 

Her head lolled to one side as she drank in the pleasure coursing thru her and he took advantage of the motion to lock his mouth to the exposed side of her throat. Tongue lapping first and then teeth scraping as the suction grew dragging a deep, low moan from her belly up to and out thru her lips. Her eyelids fluttered a bit and her lips quivered as she took in a long breath and then let it out in a "hissssssssssssssssssssss" thru her own teeth as the biting and sucking continued along her neck. She thought "Soooo hard. Sooo gooooooooooodddd!" and she felt a light spasm below her belly and the first signs of another building need growing. Reaching behind her she clutched his ass cheeks and pulled his slacks-covered prick in tightly between her ass orbs as though she could 'wish' the barriers of fabric away and suck him right inside! 

Breaking the neck 'kiss' at her touch, "I did not say you could touch me, slut!" he growled so close to her ear and she yanked her hands away surprised again at the vehemence in his voice. "Since you are such a wanton bitch, you may touch yourself. Hold yourself open and stroke your soaked hole and swollen lips... but not your clit! And don't cum again without my permission!!"

She was amazed not only at this seeming turn in his normally soft and so very gentle giving personality, but at the roughness in his touch. He was always so generous in his kisses and suckings and caresses, but so easy and slow deliberately teasing and drawing her ever closer to her orgasms, making her wait until she couldn't anymore and exploded into his mouth, over his fingers, or around his pulsing dick. 

This was so very different, but she was definitely enjoying the difference. As her hands moved to her crotch and gingerly rubbed along the very faintly down-covered lips of her cunt, she was incredibly aware of her own pulse, her blood rushing from head (she seemed a bit dizzy - overwhelmed by the way things were going) thru her nipples, belly, down both legs to her knees and back up to pound thru her groin to her throbbing clit! She massaged a lip in each hand rubbing the inner sopping walls, careful to fight the craving to pass over her begging clitoris! 

As she continued the familiar stroking to make love to her own pussy, his hands left off pulling at her nipples and traveled up her arms to her shoulders. As they reached the collar of the cute black maid's uniform, he grasped the fabric and began to pull it down over her shoulders baring them to his view. He pushed and pulled until the sleeves and the open fabric of the collar and top of the uniform were bunched around her elbows. She could still move her hands freely and was now fucking herself with fingers from both hands, slowly in deeply to slither thru the slime of her fluids caressing the walls and then drawing them out to hold for a moment before sliding languorously back to explore the sea of cum and lightly trembling membranes!

"OWwwwwwwwoooooooooooohhhhhh!" He bit down suddenly upon her shoulder quickly moving from biting to sucking and lapping at the naked flesh. Nipping all along the ridge from shoulder to throat and taking the now sensitive flesh in his mouth to lap at and nibble, he caressed her upper arms, the outsides of her breasts and her neck throughout his 'feasting'. He head fell back upon his shoulder at one point and he kissed up along the front of her white throat and over her small chin until his mouth locked onto hers. 

Their tongues were no strangers to this dance and went at it with great relish. Even this, this time, seemed flavored with greater urgency and his tongue seemed almost to grapple more than waltz with hers. They took turns sucking and exploring, and releasing to gasp for air before returning to 'the fray'!

He took advantage of this time to open and drop his pants, his penis rigid and already dripping with precum burst freely and slapped lightly against her skirt-covered ass. Turning her by the shoulders to the wall at the head of the bed, he then broke the kiss and pushed her forward until she was pressed firmly, tits mashing and pushing out widely to either side. She turned her head to the side and went flat from the waist up. But, she tried to keep her lower body back against his and away from the wall. 

"Still defiant, slut?" This time she guessed what might happen next and instinctively she flexed her ass muscles and then held them tightly against the pain to come (the worst possible thing to do). The bottom portion of the costume was pulled up and tucked into the ties of the apron so that she was completely exposed. Not one to disappoint, he, stepping from his loafers and his crumpled pants legs, moved one leg between her legs and belly and the wall, pressed his cock and belly against her hip and side and trapped her with the other leg behind hers. 

He kicked at her far foot so that she was jerked into a spread-eagle position, leaning partially against the wall and partially against his naked lower body. Bending slightly across her back he reached with his left hand across her and grabbed her far hip to hold her tightly in place. Seeing her ass clench tightly in anticipation of the continued spanking, he smiled and shifted his intent. With the tips of the fingers of his right hand, he began to massage in small circles the area at the base of her back and the very top of the cleavage in those pink, tense ass cheeks. 

She was used to him being gentle. He pressed and circled and teasingly tried to slip a finger in passing into the crevice between those wonderful cheeks. As he patiently continued to circle about and probe and circle and probe, he relaxed the power of his grip upon her hip with his other hand and began to rub his hard-on up and down on her hip. The distraction of his erection and the change in tactic threw her off enough that she began to relax. 

His finger probe began to delve deeper each pass until it was kissing at the very edge of her anus. She began to rotate her hips to rub back against his humping and arched her back slightly to welcome his 'probing'. At that moment he brought his hand straight back and then crashing downward in a biting Slap! Slap! (she squealed) Slap! Slap!

"You will learn to be less whorish and to behave like a lady!!" he cried out over the continued spanking as she squealed and squirmed against the onslaught to her ass flesh! "You were not told to grind yourself against me like a bitch in heat!" he thundered, trying to be convincing while counting in his head every time his hand smacked the quivering and rapidly reddening mounds (twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!). 

He paused and sampled the results of his handiwork by running his hand lightly over the pained, but quivering skin and then dipped down in between to find her pussy dripping and pulsing back at and opening to his hand. Dipping in a few fingers at first and then balling his hand into a fist which he ground against her sensitive love button. She ground back and was weeping and pleading openly in her first actual, intelligible words since he'd arrived!

"Please, no more...(sob) please, don't make me wait! (sniffle) Please fuck your maid?!" And she turned her head so she could see his face and looked down hungrily at the prick throbbing against her naked hip! 

"Such sluttishness! (Smack! grab, smack! grab - roughly fondling the bright-red flesh, smack! smack! pinch! smack! smack!) Begging for your pleasure like a common street woman!" he continued to rant while smacking and pinching and counting and rubbing her ass and the tops of her thighs. She was practically dancing from one foot to the other in pain and pleasure now and crying and 'whelping' with every smack or rude grab or pinch. 

Suddenly he stopped and took her by the shoulders turning her to face him. He crudely rubbed his dick against her apron-covered belly mauled briefly those quivering tit-mounds. He backed her to the bed and pushed her to fall tot he mattress. She arched her back as her burning ass hit the sheet, but he was standing right there, between her spread legs pressing her further onto the bed with his thighs.

"Grab your knees, bitch and beg me once more and finally you will get the rutting you crave!" 

She grabbed at the inside of her knees and pulled her legs up, again whimpering as her ass was dragged along the bed's surface. He took the hotel bed pillow and shoved it rudely beneath her ass helping to lift her high in the air as he did so and then settled onto the mattress.

"I've been so very bad! Take me like the slut I am! Please fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.."

He plunged into her gaping hole in a single fall forward. "..uuuccckkk me!!!!!!" she finished and he began to drive into her knowing it forced her abused buttocks into the pillow with every thrust! Again and again he plowed her furrow as deeply as he could and she rocked beneath him. He knew he could not last long and was glad to feel her inner muscles grabbing at him and tugging to keep him inside and hoped desperately that she might cum again. 

Knowing he was close he fell full forward upon her and sucked a giant nipple into his mouth. He bit down and sucked as hard as he could and began a series of quick, strokes leading to his own release. As he dove deep and exploded inside, he screamed into the mound of breast against his face. The explosion, maybe the scream, maybe the nipple suck..?.. he was not sure which or what combination, but something pushed her over the edge and she let go her knees and slammed her feet down upon the mattress lifting her ass (and all of him as well) right up off the cushion further impaling herself upon his jerking cock inside her and, ripping her arms up out of the trapped sleeves hugged him to her tit and trembled from the soles of her feet to her shoulders and head pressed downward into the mattress!

It seemed to last forever!

They collapsed to the mattress and he rolled onto his back pulling her with him. She began kissing his face and neck as he crushed her body to his. She ran her hands over his arms and shoulders and he stroked her back. When he came to close and brushed his fingertips across a hand-welt near the top of her ass, she cried out and they both froze. 

He took her face in his hands and kissed her long, but lovingly on the mouth. "I've got just the thing for that," he said as he crawled out from underneath of all her wonderful yielding flesh. "You just lie still for a bit." And she flattened out as best she could, belly down, legs akimbo across the king-sized bed. 

As he headed for his bag just inside the door for the cream to soothe her flesh, he realized how ludicrous he must look still in his dress shirt and matching socks! As he lifted his bag and turned to head back into the room to find a place to open it, he took a long look at this beautiful woman who meant so much to him. She looked positively delicious lying there sprawled and stained by her sweat and her own sex juices. 

With that last thought he noticed a dollop of his own cum oozing free of her swollen, splayed pussy lips. And above it all that red-hot, glowing ass covered in his handprints and throbbing with the pain of it all. Just above that the black of the uniform rumpled into a thin bunch at her waist and still held in place by the knot of the white apron string. The large bite and suck marks on her neck and shoulders made him think about how good it was they'd be here a few days to 'heal'. Her long, golden hair mussed and damply clinging wherever it touched her flushed, but glowing, happy face. 

It was difficult to take his eyes from returning to those other beautiful, amazing and recently abused cheeks and he knew it would be a wonderful few days! As he dropped his suitcase onto the dresser top and began to open it and search for the salve, he turned with a mischievous smirk and wished her, his 'maid', his friend, his favorite lover "Happy Birthday!"

Author: I hope you enjoyed this mental wandering and will share some of your thoughts with me. lee



Maid to Order



Sophie, or "Dimples" to her friends, pushed the housekeeping cart slowly to the next room on her list. She wasn't wearing any dimples on her cheeks after the ordeal she just had in the last room. "Christ," she groaned under her breath. "Three more to go. Fucking pigs."

There must have been some kind of wild orgy or something the night before in the room she had just cleaned; a room that should normally take 20 minutes, but took an hour and a half. Overflowing ashtrays, empty pizza boxes, empty beer cans, trash all over the place. The stains did come out of the carpet, but the king-size bedspread, sheets, pillow shams, even the pillows... ruined. And forget the towels! There's not enough Clorox in Clorox's plant to get those things sanitized and clean again.

"Fucking pigs and perverts," she grumbled again as she slipped the master card key into the slot for the next room down the hall. "My gawd, that was sure a lot of cum stains!" she kinda giggled when the door opened.

Room 517 wasn't so bad; compared to Room 515, this was the Taj Mahal! Nothing weird about this one, she figured. Just the normal stuff that she'd expect to find in a room the morning after. She walked inside and the sound of the shower startled her. It was well past check out time, so she wasn't expecting the room to still be occupied.

"Housekeeping!" she announced, tapping on the bathroom door. No answer. She knocked a little louder, but still got no response. 'Oh well!' she thought, 'I'll just have to come back for the bathroom... great. Overtime today, of all days.'

Room 515 had set her back quite a bit, and normally overtime wouldn't have bothered her, but she had made a date for tonight with a guy from out of town whom she'd met from some adult internet dating site, and wanted to take time to get herself all gussied up, just right. "Shit!" she grumbled, and went out into the suite to do what needed done there.

Just as she figured, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. No ripped curtains, nothing broken, no big stains on the carpet, no cum stains on the sheet. Just the usual stuff of a regular kind of man. His overnight bag lay open on the foot of the bed, beside a clean pair of white Fruit of the Looms; another pair, obviously the "worn" pair were on the floor with a pair of rumpled socks. She picked up both items with her finger tips and carried them at arm's length to the wall rack and put them in the courtesy laundry bag with the Holiday Inn logo.

"Nice threads," she smiled, noticing his street clothes hanging there, and reached down to pick up the Steeler's jersey that had apparently fallen off a hanger. For no apparent reason, though, and without even planning it, she held the shirt to her face and smelled the familiar scent. Old Spice, just like her Dad wears. She suddenly felt just a little giddy, thinking about her "date" that night. He too was from Pittsburgh.

"Enough of this!" she declared, and went back to the hallway to get a fresh supply of sheets and pillow cases from her cart. The shower was still running when she walked by the bathroom door, and this time she could clearly hear a tenor's voice above the noise of the spray singing what sounded like an old Brooks' & Dunn tune, but with a whole nother set of weird words to it. She listened for awhile and started laughing when she heard "Yeah! up, down, all around! You know Baby, you make me Giddy!"

"Oh my God!" she snickered under her hand, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to control what she knew would be a loud outburst if she didn't get away from that door, like right now. "Oh! Yes Ma'am, Hot Da-yum, dick in hand... I'm Goose Bump Giddy!" the man's song trailed off into the next verse.

Sophie stumbled out of the room holding her side, and nearly fell on the floor laughing, but somehow managed to catch her balance on the housekeeping cart just in time. She composed herself quickly when another hotel guest appeared from the room across the hall, then returned to Room 517 with the bed linens she had come for. The shower was still running when she walked past the bathroom door, but instead of some weird Brooks' & Dunn tune it sounded like an old Eagle's song.

"Damn! This guy's neat!" she smiled when she heard "'cause I gotta pleasin' eager hard-on. And I know it won't let me down; 'cause it's already leaking in my palms."

"Okay, Sophie... get a grip, work to do!" she scolded herself as she hurried back into the room. "Ah! He sleeps commando!" she giggled, noticing a few stray pubic hairs on the sheet as she began to strip the bed. "Hmmm..." she wondered, finding herself feeling less irritated about the slobs from Room 515, and not even so fumed about having to work overtime to come back and do this room's bathroom. As she made up the bed, wiped the surfaces, and set out clean ash trays, her mind roamed to the man in the bathroom now. She wondered if he was still in the shower, or was he drying himself at this moment. Her own hands unconsciously found her breasts as she leaned against the bathroom door; he must be drying himself she thought... no noise from the shower, and no more singing. 

"I can't be here when he comes out," she moaned, but she was finding it difficult to snap out of her trance and leave the room. She kept one hand on her chest and massaged her thighs and ass with the other. What is he doing now? What part of himself is he touching while he dries himself right now...

The sound of water running in the sink brought her back to full awareness, and figuring that he must be shaving now, she hoped she could slip out undetected.

"Shit!" she squeaked, and immediately covered her mouth. 'Oh God please don't let him have heard that!' She dashed back into the room to get her dusting cloth, and when she turned to head out the door again, she bumped smack-dab into the man who had been singing in the shower.

"Hi!" he beamed, holding the towel around his waist. "I'm Todd. Am I in your way?"

"Uh, no! Not at all! I'm already done in here, well, almost... still need to run the vacuum, and I'll get the bathroom when you leave. No problem."

"Well, you don't need to do that... I'm here for the weekend; I'm meeting a woman I met on the internet."

"How nice!" she smiled, shaking his free hand. Oh my God! she thought, trying not to let on that she suddenly "got it." Her date for tonight... ZZ_Todd... in the flesh! 



Maid to Order



Angie arrived at the her new place of work, a tall, gleaming white mansion in the hills. The building was beautiful, with large windows and massive oak double doors. There was a reflecting pool in front with a sidewalk on either side and trees lining the walk. She walked to the front door with her suitcase, eager to take her new position as the live in maid. The ad mentioned a swimming pool. She couldn't wait.

She rang the doorbell and waited. It seemed that, after several minutes, no one would answer and she started to turn to leave.

The door opened. There was a nice looking man wearing a business suit. He was tall, at least tall enough for her liking, maybe six foot. He had black hair and looked a bit like an athlete, not like a bodybuilder, but lean and muscular. He looked at her with his blue eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. She felt as if he was sizing her up. What she liked most was his tan. Until he smiled. Perfect white teeth.

"I'm John. I guess you are Angie. My wife talked to you on the phone."

Angie was a little shy and around men she liked, even more so. She simply said, "Yes."

He directed her inside and said, "Here, let me take that from you."

He took her suitcase and started walking towards the stairs, which stood directly behind him. The stairs were amazing to her eyes, twenty feet wide and carpeted. They reminded her of Gone With the Wind. The steps seemed to be some sort of mahogany. John rapidly made his way up them carrying her heavy suitcase and showed her a room in the back of the house. It looked down on the pool.

She was amazed by the pool. Greek statuary and marble columns lined the place she hoped she would be spending most of her time.

John put her suitcase on the queen sized bed, a poster bed, with four beautifully crafted posts of some kind of dark wood. John, pointed, as he noticed she was admiring the bed, "This was made in France." She didn't say anything. She was in a bit of shock at the place. The furniture in this room must have cost more than her parents house.

John looked at his watch and began to walk out when he stopped and turned back, "I've got to leave for the office, but make yourself at home. My wife will be back in about an hour, she'll tell you what needs to be done around here. Goodbye, I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other."

John bounded down the steps and out the front doors. A minute later, she heard a loud sports car speeding away from the house. She ran to one of the front windows to watch as a red Lamborghini flew away from the house like a rocket.

She opened her suitcase and started to get her clothes out, but Angie was too excited to bother finishing that, she wanted to look around the huge palatial house.She walked up and down the hallways, surveying the various rooms. There were many bedrooms, all with their own unique furniture. The house had its own private theatre room, just like a movie house, but with less chairs. In another room there was a grand piano. She played a few notes and then moved on to the kitchen.

When she reached the kitchen, that is when she encountered her first sign of trouble. There were stainless steel appliances, large counters, and an amazing view of a garden. Then she heard it. Heels. Someone walking on the tiled floor from a connecting room. They were walking her way.

A woman appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. She was beautiful. As beautiful as the man was handsome. She had blonde hair and an amazing figure that impressed even the 19 year old Angie. Her waist must have been 24 inches and her breasts were nice little c-cups. With her shapely hips and the rest, she made a nice hourglass figure. The women's lips were full and she had large attractive eyes, blue, like John's eyes. Her beauty was offset by something else though, a sternness. Her hair was in a tight bun in back and she wore an outfit that seemed made for business. There was a coat buttoned all the way up to her neck and the skirt came just below her knees, though it tapered nicely on her body. She also had a pair of glasses, that reminded her a bit of a mean old teacher she had back in the 4th grade. Her heels were high, very high. They made her seem even more imposing to the 19 year old Angie. The woman towered over her like a giant or, at least, Angie felt that way.

"I'm Mrs.Prescott.Have you unpacked your bag? I would like you to get to work right away."

"I'm ready when you are, Mrs. Prescott."

"Then follow me."

Mrs. Prescott turned and walked back down through the room she had emerged from as Angie followed. It was impressive like all of the rooms in the house. Beautifully crafted tiles made the floor and there were paintings, not anything modern, like ugly splashes of paint, but really old time stuff, like she saw in her art history class-maybe Rembrandt or Reubens. Then they came to a room that was not impressive.

There was a door that looked very utilitarian, metal, and a bit ugly. Mrs. Prescott opened the door. It was a regular, gray cinder block room with brooms, dust mops, metal buckets, and hanging from a hook on the wall, a bag, for holding a suit. Mrs. Prescott pulled the bag down from the hook and handed it to Angie.

"You will wear this at all times, Mrs...?"

"Johnson. My name is Angie Johnson."

"I'm busy and this house is large, so get to work!"

Mrs. Prescott walked back down the hallway to the kitchen, heels clicking until Angie couldn't hear them anymore. Angie opened the bag and was surprised by what she would be wearing. It was a French maid's outfit. It had a little apron and everything. On the hanger there was a little feather duster. She felt a little awkward about it, but she put it on. Then she started cleaning.

She mopped, swept, cleaned the curtains, put the dishes in the dishwasher, cleaned the bathroom, including the toilets, and then finally dusted. Occasionally Mrs. Prescott would walk through the room she was in and point out something she missed and say something like, "If you are going to work for this family, you had better be thorough, Mrs. Johnson!"

When she was finally done for the day, she retired to her room and not even looking at the pool, fell asleep.

2. Exploration

Angie followed this same pattern everyday for a week. Mr. John Prescott would appear from the private master bedroom, immaculately dressed, even with gold or pearl cufflinks and a suit that must have cost thousands of dollars. He would always seem to be in a hurry, but he would stop to say something to Angie.

"Hello, Angie. How are you today? You are doing good work. I'm very happy with it. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodbye."

Angie never noticed him coming back. It was almost like he would enter through a secret door or someplace like the Batcave. Angie always peaked out the window by the garage whenever she would get near it, looking for John, but was always disappointed.

Then as she worked Mrs. Prescott would supervise her and make critical comments, hounding her throughout the day and berating her for sloppy work. She always wore a smart business dress suit with her hair tightly bound, but never seemed to go to work. Angie suspected the glasses were just for show too. Not to make her look smart, but to make her look mean.

One day she didn't see John or Mrs. Prescott at all, but there was a note:

Mrs. Johnson, clean the master bedroom. It is filthy in there. When you are done, lock the door. We value our privacy. Until tomorrow.

Angie had never been in the master bedroom before, it was always locked and she had been forbidden by Mrs. Prescott to ever enter there, until today that is. Angie thought to herself that if she knew they wouldn't be here today, she would have worn jeans and a t-shirt. She didn't change though. The French maid outfit made her look sexy and she sort of liked that.It even had thigh high black stockings She had never worn anything that sexy before. Besides, if Mrs. Prescott came home, she would be fired on the spot.

She went to the master bedroom. There was a little entrance way, almost like a foyer a house might have. Then it opened up to the right and there was a large King size bed with posts like the one in her room, but fancier. She could see a large bathroom with a hot tub and other nice things on the right side of the room, through a white door. The furniture included a small couch and there was a desk. The room already looked clean to her. Even the bed was made. Then she noticed the closet.

It was simply two sliding doors. Angie was expecting a large walk in at a house like this. One of the doors was open slightly. She was curious, so she opened it a bit further. Her mouth gaped open. There was a stash of porn. Magazines, DVDs, Videotapes, and even a large dildo. Angie laughed at the idea of Mrs.Prescott using this thing. It must have been 12 inches.

She looked at the porno magazines. Beautiful women, some around her age, were spreading their pussies. In another magazine, women were fingering themselves and even eating each other out. Then there were others with men and women having an orgy. Several pictures featured a woman covered, head to toe in cum, like she had been in a cum shower. The woman, her mouth open like she was in ecstasy. Looking at all this made Angie very hot.

She started to touch her pussy, at first through her panties. She noticed she was breathing hard and she could feel her heart in her chest, going like crazy. She eventually got tired of stroking herself through her panties and took them off. They dropped to the floor. She massaged her pussy and probed her fingers inside, covering them in her wetness. She would pull them out again and not thinking, lick them and suck them. She wondered if John would like her pussy. Would he like her to suck on him.

she examined her body, comparing it to Mrs. Prescott's. Angie's breasts were b-cups and her waist wasn't quite as thin, but she was young and she thought an older man would like that. She wondered if John would enjoy her 19 year old pussy. She rubbed her clit at the thought and then licked her fingers. She took off the maid's outfit except the thigh high stockings. She had to touch her nipples, they would get so sensitive. She stroked her long dark hair and talked to herself out loud.

"Do you like Brunettes, John?! Do you like Brunette pussy, John?!" as she did this, she rammed her fingers into her pussy.

Just then she heard the door to the master room opening. She was so into her fantasy that she didn't hear anyone coming!

She grabbed her maid's outfit and jumped into the closet and slid the door shut.

3. Discovery

Angie stood in the closet, peaking out a small crack where the door didn't close all the way. She could hear voices, but what she heard surprised her. It was John and Mrs. Prescott, but she had never heard them talk like this before!

" Take off your clothes, Bitch!" Angie heard a smacking sound, but they weren't in front of the door just yet.

" Yes, Master," it was Mrs. Prescott, but her voice was soft and timid.

She heard some more sounds, but couldn't see what they were doing. What Angie heard most was the sound of her own breathing. She was sure it would give her away. She was breathing fast. She didn't know if it was from her touching herself and the porno magazines or what she was hearing now. Her heart was racing.

"Get in that bed, Bitch! Do what you're told!"

Angie could see them both now. Mrs. Prescott was naked, climbing into the bed and John was smacking her ass. At first Angie thought this was abuse, but when John smacked her butt, she saw Mrs. Prescott's face. She looked turned on and not just a little turned on, each smack seemed to give her an intense thrill. She would breathe in suddenly and get the most intense look on her face.

Angie was shocked at their bodies too. Mrs. Prescott didn't have any fat on her body, she was lean and sculpted, but in a soft feminine way. Her tits looked so nice and shapely that Angie thought they must be fake. They were round with pink puffy nipples. There wasn't a sign of any sagging. She drooled over John's body even more. He was muscular with those perfect abs. He didn't have a beer gut or any belly. He was an Adonis. She marveled at his penis. It was thick and long!

Subconsciously, Angie began to stroke her pussy without even noticing.

Mrs. Prescott's hair bun was gone. Her hair was long and flowing and John took advantage of that. He grabber her hair and yanked it hard. Mrs. Prescott bit her upper lip and moaned.

He shouted," Do you like that, Bitch?!" 

She would answer," Yes, Master!"

Then he got up on the bed behind her and crammed his dick into her. She moaned her appreciation," Thank you, Master!"

John yanked Mrs. Prescott's hair violently and she responded even more," Oh, Master, thank you, Master! Oh! Oh! Fuck me, Master!"

Angie was really breathing hard now and her fingers speared inside of her 19 year old pussy over and over and then, occasionally she would lift her fingers to her mouth and suck on them. She wanted John's long, hard dick so bad.

Then they switched positions and he got on his back and she was on top. He would smack her face, lightly, and point, like she had done something wrong and she always seemed to follow with a savage orgasm. He would smack her nipples, like he was spanking them and she would squeal and he would twist them, roughly. The more it hurt, the more she seemed to like it. Angie was so turned on by watching this that she was having an orgasm herself. It convulsed and spasmed her entire body. She had never cum so hard, even with her ex-boyfriend. Then it happened.

The stack of magazines she was next to, fell off their perch on top of some shoe boxes and caused about 20 DVDs to fall with a loud clatter. As she looked to the sound, her fingers clenched on her pussy and just then the closet slid open.

4. Domination

Mrs. Prescott was standing there with the door open and shouted," What the hell do you think you are doing, Mrs. Johnson!"

She grabbed Angie by the arm and yanked her out. Even without Mrs. Prescott's high heels, Angie felt small.

Angie was clutching her pussy with her left hand, covering herself and Mrs. Prescott had a hold of her other arm. Angie was in shock. She didn't know if she should cover her pussy or her tits with her one hand and moved her hand to her tits and then back to her pussy. With her eyes, she didn't know where to look, at the angry Mrs. Prescott or John's huge dick. John was just lying there, with his rock hard dick still in the air, watching his Bitch and her captured doe eyed girl.

Mrs.Prescott shouted, "You are in big trouble, Mrs. Johnson!"

She started to pull her farther along and then John said, "Look at that tiny little pussy! Bring her here, Bitch!"

The change in Mrs. Prescott was immediate, she wasn't Mrs. Prescott anymore, she was John's Bitch. She answered John with a glazed look of lust in her eyes.

"Yes, Master!"

The Bitch pulled Angie towards the bed and grabber her long hair roughly, the way John had grabbed his Bitch's hair. She looked at Angie's eyes, how they were staring at John's stiff dick and The Bitch shoved Angie forward, just inches from John's massive erection. It still glistened with Mrs. Prescott's pussy juice.

The Bitch shouted at Angie, "Is this what you want?! Is this it?!" Mrs. Prescott pulled Angie's hair hard, yanking her head back.

"Yes" Angie said timidly.

Mrs. Prescott looked back to her master," Can she have it, Master?"

Before he could answer, Angie lurched her head forward and started sucking John's dick. She couldn't help herself. John grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her mouth away. He smacked her lightly on the face. The smack wasn't like Angie expected. It hurt a little, but it turned her on alot.

"You don't suck my dick unless I tell you to, Angie! If you want my dick, then you will obey my rules!"

"Yes, Master!" Angie replied, but John smacked her again and pointed.

He said," You don't call me Master yet, you haven't earned the right to be my bitch!"

"Yes, John, ...Sir!" Angie wasn't totally sure what to say. 

John said," You can suck me now, Angie! Suck me while my Bitch eats your pussy!"

Angie complied immediately and while she was sucking, suddenly, as she was on her knees, she felt Mrs. Prescott's warm, wet tongue on her pussy lips. Angie had never been eaten by a woman and Mrs. Prescott new exactly what to do. She would stick her tongue inside, too, like she was fucking her with it and then lick up and down her lips on the outside of Angie's wet 19 year old slit. Then she would focus on her clit, caressing it with her tongue. This wasn't the sort of tongue lashing that Angie expected from Mrs. Prescott!

While Mrs. Prescott was eating her pussy, John was grabbing Angie's hair and guiding her head up and down. When her mouth totally came off, he would yank her hair hard and she would feel herself almost cuming. After a few minutes of this pattern, Angie came hard, squealing, "Oh, Master! I'm cummmiiiing!"

John pulled her up and smacked her face lightly again," What did I say, Angie?!" 

Angie Replied," Yes, Sir! I'll be good!"

John ordered his Bitch, Mrs. Prescott to lay down on the bed. He pointed to the exact spot he wanted his Bitch to be.

She answered as always," Yes, Master!"

She laid back, revealing her soft blonde pussy. The hair was light and wispy. Her pussy was beautiful. Wet and pink. Angie expected this was her turn to return the favor. John ordered her up to his side and he got between Mrs. Prescott's legs. He began to fuck Mrs. Prescott as he made out with Angie. He would suck on Angie's tits and chew and nibble them, those little brown nipples, were standing up, like pencil erasers. Then he would say,"Bitch, Do you like seeing your master suck on these 19 year old tits?"

"Yes, Master! Suck on them, please for me! Please, Master!" Then John would spank Angie's ass and make out with her some more.

After fucking Mrs. Prescott for about twenty minutes, he began to fuck her harder and then he grabbed Angie's hair and put her face down right next to Mrs. Prescott's little blonde pussy. John then pulled his dick out of Mrs. Prescott and stuffed his dick right into Angie's mouth.

"Do you like that, Angie? Do you like my Bitch's pussy juice in your mouth?" Then he pulled out of her mouth.

Angie was very turned on by now, after being spanked and kissed for all this time, she was eager to get that dick in her mouth.

She answered, "Yes, John! Yes, Sir! Fuck my mouth! Please fuck my mouth!"

John began to fuck her mouth hard and then he would put it back in Mrs. Prescott's pussy and fuck her for awhile. After about ten minutes of this, John began to get an intense look on his face, his eyes closed and he fucked Mrs. Prescott's pussy really hard.

Mrs. Prescott's began to squeal and then her pussy began to squirt, the juices rushed out, all over John's balls and dick. Angie had never seen this up close and she was just inches away from Mrs. Prescott's gushing pussy fountain. Angie wanted to drink it all down.

The Bitch shouted,"Fuck me, Master, Fuck me! You are making me cum! Oh! Master!" 

John began to groan and shouted," Who wants it! Who wants my cum!"

Angie and the Bitch both shouted," Me Master, please, please, cum on my face!" and then the Bitch shouted," Cum on your Bitch's face, Master!"

Then John pulled out and holding Angie, by the hair, yanked her head back and shot load after load of hot white cum on her 19 year old face. It went on in streaks and some even went into her hair and eyes. Angie thought of the picture in the closet, the one of the woman drenched in cum, and came from her fingers in her pussy and the dirtiness of it all.

John wasn't through yet. He said," Bitch! clean my new bitch's face!"




Maid to Order



Angie said, "Thank you, Master! Thank you!" as Mrs. Prescott licked the cum from her 19 year old face until it was clean.



Maid to Order



Prologue

This is the fourth story in a series involving the characters Ashley and Penny with Marina joining them in the third story and now in the fourth in which a new character, eighteen-year old Ginger, is introduced. The setting for all the stories is Sydney, Australia. The stories are: An Itch Needing Scratching, Caught in the Limelight, Never Too Old, and now Maid to Order.

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"Hello. May I speak with Ashley, please," asked Lady Rose in her thin voice.

"This is she," answered Ashley, thinking she recognized the voice.

"Ashley, Darling. This is Lady Rose," she said in her upbeat, bubbly way.

"Oh, Lady Rose, what a pleasure to hear from you," Ashley replied, not sure why Lady Rose was calling her.

"Yes, yes, Dear. It's been far too long. Not since that unforgettable evening when we had the lingerie party at my home and Penny and Marina were our lovely models as well as our sexual toys afterwards," Lady Rose said with excitement in her voice.

"Why, Lady Rose, you sound very naughty. And to think a woman of your age," chided Ashley playfully. 

"Oh, posh, Ashley. You know yourself that even though I am seventy years old, there are still embers of passion smoldering within my erotic self," Lady Rose said with certainty.

Ashley smiled at what Lady Rose had just said to her, but she had to admit all that she said was true. For a lady of seventy Rose was in the best of health, kept herself in good physical and mental health, and her memory was still sharp. Besides all that, Lady Rose was still a woman of passion who enjoyed making love with women ever since she had reconciled within herself at the age of eighteen while still in high school that she was a lesbian, and from that day of self-recognition she lived a lesbian lifestyle to its fullest. 

She was able to do this quite comfortably since she received everything after her father died, her mother having died when she was very young. She inherited the huge Victorian mansion on Pippin Point and the two department stores that were both located in different parts of city centre Sydney. 

As Lady Rose grew older and regularly frequented the gay section of the East End where all the action was and in which both gays and lesbians could feel comfortable, she had throughout the years financially helped quite a few of the businesses get their start. So, as the years went by Lady Rose became a living icon within the gay community. 

"Well, I can't argue with that, Lady Rose. At your age you are still a vibrant woman who looks more like fifty than seventy," Ashley complemented Lady Rose.

"Why thank you. That's sweet of you to say, but I didn't call just for idle chitchat. I called with a purpose in mind," Lady Rose said.

"What might that be?" Ashley asked.

"Well, Dear, since the lingerie party was such a success that afterwards led to intense lovemaking among all the guests, I've been thinking we ought to try something new to spice things up a little," Lady Rose said coyly.

"What do you have in mind?" Ashley asked.

"It is that dreadful time of year for Board Meetings to go over the previous year's books we hope will show a rise in sales—at least I hope they do—and hear reports from the various heads of each department in the two stores, including the all-important financial statements of the Treasures so we can see our earnings for the year that will help us decide on the direction we should go for next year," Lady Rose said authoritatively.

"Yes, but what does that have to do with me?" asked Ashley.

"In truth, Ashley, nothing," Lady Rose quipped. "However, in appreciation for the fine work my Department Heads have done during this fiscal year, I'd like to give a special dinner as my way of thanking them," Lady Rose said.

"But I still don't understand how this affects me, Lady Rose," Ashley said as she continued to think what possible reason Lady Rose had called her.

"Now, Ashley, I'm getting to that. You know all my Department Heads are women for which I'm sure you might know the reason," Lady Rose said.

"Yes, it's that way at the boutique where I'm the Manager," she answered.

"But I still don't understand how that affects me," Ashley said.

"Patience, my Dear. Remember, 'Patience is a virtue,'" said Lady Rose.

"Yes, I know that," Ashley said.

"Now, Ashley, this is how you fit into all this," said Lady Rose enthusiastically. "And I know this is going to sound rather kinky even coming from me.

"I would like you, Penny, and Marina work as maids during and after the dinner. But, of course, you won't really be maids. There will be hired maids to get things prepared and to serve most of the meal. However, you will do a few things asked of you so that your being there won't look too obvious. What will distinguish you three from the other maids will be you outfits, and you will serve in a much different way. Ah, let's say, each of you will not be an ordinary maid. Each of you will be Maid to Order if you catch my play on the word."

"And what does that mean, Lady Rose," asked Ashley unclear of what it meant to be a Maid to Order.

"Exactly this," explained Lady Rose. "I want the three of you there as an added bonus for my Department Heads, at least those who would enjoy this little something extra I have in mind for them; although, knowing them from firsthand experience and the foibles of each, I'd say they all will desire this added bonus. You Ashley, Penny, and Marina will be with the maids as if you are just one of them, but you'll be more than maids. You'll be maids that will do more than serve food to my guests." 

Even though Lady Rose had explained what their duties would be, things were still a little fuzzy for Ashley. 

"Surely Lady Rose doesn't need Penny, Marina, and me just to help the maids serve at the business dinner she is having for her Department Heads," Ashley thought. "There has to be another reason."

As if Lady Rose instinctively understood the brief moment of silence while Ashley tried to think things through, Lady Rose cut to the chase, "Ashley, before I go on I want to tell you I am willing to pay each of you 15,000 pounds as I had done for your services at the lingerie party; although, then Marina received only 10,000 pounds. A tidy sum wouldn't you say," Lady Rose smiled to herself.

"Fifteen thousand pounds just to dress up like maids and help those whom you hired to do the work," Ashley said in a questioning tone.

Lady Rose said, "No, no. You are still missing the point. You three will do more than the other maids. Each of you will be a special Maid to Order, having duties above and beyond what a maid is expected to do."

"And just what might that be?" asked Ashley.

"You, Penny, and Marina will not be wearing the ordinary maid's uniform. You three will wear very sexy, black, silk corset ensembles that will reveal your bodies for my guests' enjoyment. While serving them, you three will allow any and all my guests touch and fondle you wherever they want as a prelude to things I hope will come as a special 'course' of the dinner. Those are the reasons I offer you three such a large sum of money, Ashley. I also need you to tell Penny and Marina about this idea of mine and how much I am willing to pay if they decide to participate in another of Lady Rose's quirky evenings," explained Lady Rose more fully. "Oh, before I forget, as part of the arrangements I'd like to have Marina come over earlier than you and Penny. I have something special I want her to do."

Ashley's face turned a little red as she heard Lady Rose's proposal. Penny and her younger sister Marina were good friends, and Penny was not only her friend but her lover, too. 

It was not that Ashley was embarrassed with Lady Rose's decadent wish—She was accustomed to those—she was uneasy about bringing up the subject with Penny and her sister Marina. Her uneasiness was due to the fact that she still felt as if she were pimping for Penny and now Marina, but she couldn't deny 15,000 pounds each was something hard to pass up, especially since Lady Rose's request of Ashley was not for menial labor but for one of her erotic adventures in the lives of others, this time the Department Heads of her two department stores. 

Having carefully thought it through, Ashley had her answer. "Well, Lady Rose, as you know, I'd have to broach the subject with Penny and Marina before I can give you an answer for the three of us. Although, I should think the amount of money you are offering us for one evening is outstandingly generous. I know I could use it. I get paid well as Manager at the boutique, but I have a tendency to live beyond my means at times, like my having bought that Jaguar. Owning it is like a symbol of my success. So, as for me, you have a definite yes, and I'll do my best to win over Penny and Marina; although, I think the money will be a good incentive for them to say 'yes,' too," said Ashley.

"Wonderful, Love. Simply wonderful. You've made an old woman happy," said Lady Rose.

"Then I'm glad," said Ashley. "Anything else, Lady Rose?"

"No, not for now. Once you have Penny's and Marina's answers, ring me up. Will you?" asked Lady Rose.

"You know I shall," said Ashley reassuringly. "Bye for now."

"Bye-bye, Ash," said Lady Rose, smiling contentedly as she put down the phone onto the receiver.

"Well, here I go again," said Ashley to no one but herself as she got up from her large, brown leather sofa and walked over to the window of her penthouse apartment that overlooked Hyde Park. She looked at all the people walking far below either along the sidewalks or through the park. They looked like ants rushing to and from the colony.

"Now how do I approach Penny and Marina with Lady Rose's latest proposition," Ashley pondered. "The best way is the direct way," so she walked over to the phone and dialed Penny's number.

The phone rang, and on the seventh ring Penny answered.

"Hello."

"Oh, Penny, it's you. Good. This is Ashley."

"As if I didn't know that, Love. Your voice is forever in my mind," Penny sighed.

"We have to talk. Marina, too," Ashley hurried on as if she hadn't heard what Penny had just said to her.

With some anxiety, Penny asked, "Is something wrong, Luv? Whatever it is, it sounds urgent."

"No, nothing's wrong. I'm sorry if it sounded that way. I just have to talk with you and Marina, and I was wondering if you two could possibly come to my apartment. I'll go into details then. It would be difficult over the phone," Ashley said reassuringly.

"Well, I can come, and I'm pretty sure Marina can come, too. She has the day off and is up stairs in her room," Penny said.

"Great, Penny. See if she will come. It's not urgent, but it does involve the three of us," Ashley said excitedly.

"Well, then, we'll be there in about an hour. See you then, Ash," said Penny.

"All right, Love. I'll be waiting. My nerves on edge, so I think I'll keep busy and make us a light lunch," said Ashley.

"Sounds good. See you soon," answered Penny.

Penny and Marina showed up on time, and the three sat down to a nice lunch Ashley had prepared for them. Even though Penny wanted to know as soon as she walked through the doorway into the small foyer what was so urgent that made Ashley ask Marina and her to come to her place, she kept herself under control, knowing Ashley would tell Marina and her when she was ready. 

During lunch the three of them just talked about small things, but after lunch was over, Ashley looked at Penny and Marina and said, "Let's go into the living room where I can share with you what is so important. At least I think it's important, and I think you will, too."

Ashley and Penny sat on the large, brown leather sofa facing the window and held hands while Marina sat in a large, brown leather chair across from them.

"Well, then, tell us Ashley before we split a gut," Marina said.

"All right. It involves Lady Rose again and another of her parties, only this time it is a business dinner for her Department Heads of both stores who are all either lesbians or bisexuals," Ashley said, and then she told them all that she and Lady Rose discussed earlier that morning.

After having shared all that she knew, Ashley looked at Penny and Marina to see if she could read their reactions.

"Well...what do you two think? Does it sound good to you? It's 15,000 pounds for each of us. For one evening," Ashley emphasized.

Penny looked at Marina. Marina looked at Penny. Penny and Marina looked at Ashley.

There was a pregnant moment that just seemed to hang over the room as if it would never go away.

"Well, Ashley, you can count me in again for that kind of money," Penny said.

"That goes for me, too," added Marina.

"Just tell us when, Ashley," Penny said.

"I'll do that as soon as I get back in touch with Lady Rose and give her our answers to do it. That will please her since she seemed so excited to have us there for this special dinner," Ashley said.

Penny and Marina stood up and got ready to leave Ashley's apartment. Ashley hugged Penny, and they kissed, and then Ashley kissed Marina on her cheek. 

"Good-bye, Love. Talk with you soon," said Ashley as she closed the door behind Penny and Marina and then went directly to ring up Lady Rose to tell her the good news.

"Hello, Lady Rose, this is Ashley. I have good news for you. Penny and Marina agree to perform as French maids at your home during the dinner party you are giving for your Department Heads," said Ashley.

"That's wonderful, Ashley. Simply wonderful. I so look forward to it," Lady Rose said. "Now, since I know Marina is going to accompany you and Penny, let me remind you about my special request."

"And what is that again, Lady Rose?"

"I want to have Marina come to my house two hours before you and Penny get here. Three o'clock. Tell her I have something special I'd like her to do for me before all my guests arrive. You don't have to know the details because you and Penny, in your own ways, will be a part of this," Lady Rose said. "Oh, yes, and tell Marina I'll have my driver pick her up at her house."

Ashley smiled and said to Lady Rose as a Mother sometimes speaks to her child, "Oh, I think I already know what that 'something special' is."

"Oh, my. Am I that obvious?" asked Lady Rose sheepishly.

"Yes, you're that obvious. Your strong libido often speaks between the lines of what of say," said Ashley.

Lady Rose's blushed and she said, "You know me all-too-well, Ashley."

"You may have a guess about why I want Marina to come early, but don't ask me to go into details because that would spoil some of the surprise for you and Penny," said Lady Rose.

"All right. I won't press the issue, but tell me, how many Department Heads will be at your dinner?" asked Ashley.

"There will be ten, five from each department store. I'll make eleven. As before, you three will be an extra special treat for these ten women, some of whom you might know from the lingerie party," she told Ashley.

"And just when will this dinner be held, Lady Rose? I need to know so I can share this with Penny and Marina," asked Ashley.

"Oh, yes, you do need to know the date and time. Don't you?" said Lady Rose. "It is planned for Friday, January 5th, the first week of the New Year—2007—and it is scheduled to begin at seven o'clock with Champagne cocktails at six. Therefore, it is imperative to have Marina here at three o'clock and you and Penny coming later at five o'clock. You two will need time to change into your French maid's ensembles for what I want all three of you to do. 

"Any questions, Ashley?"

"No Lady Rose, that explains it all very clearly. You can expect us to do as you wish as your friends, but each of cannot get over your generosity of 15,000 pounds," said Ashley.

"Well, as I see it, Ashley, I have the money, and if one wants quality, one must be willing to pay for it. And you three are definitely quality," said Lady Rose complimentarily. 

"Thank you, Lady Rose. It's good to know you appreciate Penny, Marina, and me as much as you do," said Ashley. "So, I'll share all what you have told me with Penny and Marina, and we shall see you on the 5th of January at the specified times."

Thus, the evening of the dinner party was set wherein she and her Department Heads would celebrate the end of the profitable year 2006 and look ahead to the year 2007.

Lady Rose had ordered stretch limousines for each of her guests to be picked up at her residence and to return her after the gala event. Her in-house cooks prepared the seven course meal, and the five maids she hired for the evening would set the dinner table and take care of the needs of her guest's such as taking their coats to the cloakroom where one of the maids gave a numbered ticket and serve the dinner. She also hired three butlers to work under the direction of her main house butler who had held this position for the past thirty years, their duties consisting of escorting her guests into the Great Room to the right of the large foyer and serving the before-dinner Champagne cocktails. 

During dinner the butlers would serve the wine, a 1992 Penfolds Grange red Shiraz, Bin 95, and stand against the wall to assist in any way they could. 

For Lady Rose the waiting seemed like forever, but at last the sun dawned on Friday, January 5th, on which she would entertain her Department Heads of her two department stores, one being the David Jones, the oldest in Sydney, and the other a collection of stores that collectively formed her second department store ever since Lady Rose went upscale and bought into what is considered to be the world's most beautiful shopping mall located in the Queen Victoria Building. 

Lady Rose busied herself with last minute details, wishing the time would go by quickly. She was like a little girl waiting for Christmas to arrive.

Earlier that day Lady Rose had her permanent hair stylist come to her house to do her hair. She washed, dried, and brushed Lady Rose's grey hair and then plaited a bun that she wove into the hair on the lower back of her head and surrounded the bun with a single row of natural pearls. Lady Rose always wanted her hair combed back so it would stay in place no matter what she did, including making love. 

Her undergarments consisted of a form-fitting, 32 A pink bra; a lacy, pink garter belt whose straps snapped into the top of her sheer, black nylons; and a pair of revealing, pink, crotch-less panties. Many would say a woman of seventy shouldn't wear such naughty undergarments, but Lady Rose, looking twenty years younger than she was, was an outstandingly beautiful woman, and because she was small and dainty and had had no children, her breasts were still pert and didn't droop. Her soft pink areolas and perky nipples were like crowns of her breasts. 

She wore a simple, ruby red dress that just covered her shoulders and was cut down into a deep V, a symbolic shape of a woman's "V"-shaped genitalia. The bra made especially for Lady Rose pushed her small breasts together, creating cleavage. The dress had been tailored to fit the shape of her body, being tight against her sides that went down to her small waist. From her waist the dress hung straight down without folds and came just below her knees. She wore low heeled, toeless black shoes with straps over the heels. 

On the left breast of her dress Lady Rose wore a beautiful rose pearl pin set in a gold setting. 

Once Lady Rose was satisfied the way she looked, she went downstairs from her bedroom to sit in the Great Room to wait for Marina to come. 

Before then, however, Lady Rose had one of her very young female acquaintances she had met in a lesbian night club in the East End agree to come to her house to do a little something for her. She told her she would give her 500 pounds for her services. The young girl's name was Ginger, and she had just turned eighteen. Lady Rose and Ginger had danced a few times that night, but they mostly sat in a booth in a corner, and talked, but before the night ended, Lady Rose and Ginger went back to the Ladies Room, entered a stall, where Ginger got down on her knees and ate Lady Rose's hungry pussy. 




Maid to Order



On this day Lady Rose saw that Ginger was well-fed and showered, after which she had her personal maid, Mrs. Kelly, dress Ginger in a very sexy, seductive white teddie with a skimpy G-String that just covered her pussy and that rose high on her ass cheeks. Earlier that day Lady Rose told Ginger what she wanted her to do for which she had offered to pay her the 500 pounds. They were talking when the Westminster mantel clock chimed, striking three times on the hour. At he same time the doorbell also rang as the chimes faded in the Great Room.

"It's three o'clock. That must be Marina, Ginger. Hurry and go into the lounge across the foyer to which you were shown upon arriving. Do you remember everything I asked you to do?" asked Lady Rose.

Shaking her head 'yes' Ginger answered, "Yes, Lady Rose, I remember all you said for me and what to do. In a way this is all very exciting. I've never done anything like this before."

Lady Rose stayed in the Great Lounge, sitting in her favourite lounge chair, the back of which faced away from the fireplace. At the same time Ginger left the lounge and crossed the foyer where she entered the lounge and got ready as instructed. 

Lady Rose's butler let Marina into the foyer, took her coat, and escorted her into the Great Lounge. When Lady Rose saw Marina, she stood up and walked towards her as Marina went to her. 

Lady Rose met Marina near the middle of the room with outstretched arms and palms up. 

"Well, hello, Marina. How nice to see you again," Lady Rose said as she kissed her on the cheek.

Marina reciprocated.

"Yes, it has been some time now since that night," she smiled. "A night I'll never forget."

"Well, who knows what tonight might bring," Lady Rose intimated.

Marina saw the sparkle in Lady Rose's eyes and suspected she and her sister Penny and Ashley had been invited to come to the business dinner for more than just helping with the setup and serving, especially since Lady Rose was offering each of them 15,000 pounds. 

Marina looking at Lady Rose and seeing how beautiful she looked said, "My, Lady Rose, you look absolutely beautiful. I love what you had done to your hair as well as your dress."

"Why, thank you, Dear, I'm glad you like it," said Lady Rose. "But wait until she sees what I have on underneath my dress she smiled passionately inside herself." 

"I have a little surprise for you, Marina. One I think you'll like," said Lady Rose with a hint of intrigue in her voice and a twinkle in her grey eyes.

"What kind of surprise?" Marina asked.

"Just follow me, and you'll soon find out," Lady Rose answered. 

Lady Rose took Marina by her arm and walked with her to the door to the lounge. She turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open, putting it back further than needed.

"Come in, Marina," Lady Rose invited as she continued to lead her by her arm.

Once inside Marina looked all around the lounge but saw nothing unusual or out of the ordinary. Large bay window facing the harbour; a large, natural fireplace with a white marble with blue veins running through it on its top; and many pieces of Victorian furniture and collectibles placed all around the room. The only piece of furniture that was out of the ordinary was the large, red futon that had the Victorian look but was not of that period. It was something Lady Rose had special ordered for special activities. 

"Well, Miss Rose, I don't see anything really outstanding or different," answered Marina. "That futon across from the fireplace looks similar to your other furnishings, but it isn't like all your classic, Victorian pieces. Besides, there weren't any futons during the Victorian Period."

"No there were not, so let me tell you, no, I'll show you what the surprise is," said Lady Rose. "But before I show you, close the door please so we won't be disturbed," she added as she felt her heart rate quicken with excitement.

"All right, Lady Rose," Marina said as she walked over to the door and started to close it.

"Oh, my god!" cried Marina.

Marina found Ginger standing behind the door dressed only in her sexy, sheer, white teddie.

Marina was so caught by surprise when she found Ginger behind the door, she could barely say anything. She just looked at her from head to feet.

Not unlike Lady Rose Ginger was a petite, young girl who had wavy, curly, orange hair that went past her shoulders and down her back. Her face had that clean, natural look about it. She wore no makeup, and maybe that was the reason the few freckles she had were very noticeable, especially on the tip of her nose. Her cheeks had a constant flush to them as if she had just been embarrassed; and her lips had the natural color of light cherries, looking not unlike a woman's pussy lips.

Her eyebrows were a very pale, blonde-orange as were her long eyelashes but only somewhat darker. Her eyes were the colour of green emeralds like the green of Ireland. 

To Marina Ginger looked like a wedding Barbie Doll with the white teddie and panties on over which was a frilly, white garter belt that held up her sheer, black nylons.  The teddie and panties were so sheer Marina saw that Ginger had small, pert breasts with small, light pink areolas and nipples. Her chest narrowed to a thin waist that surprisingly flared out to smooth, round hips. She had long legs, but they were still shapely. Her stomach was flat, but when she lay down, it became concaved, exposing the top ridges of her pelvic bones. Between Ginger's legs was a fairly heavy bush of orange pubic hair that showed itself from underneath her panties, some of it peeking out the narrow sides that just covered her pubes.

Ginger looked every bit the innocent girl rather than a kid who had lived a rough life on the streets, having to look out mostly for herself. This unexpected offer Lady Rose made her was a godsend. The 500 pounds was more money than she had panhandled the whole of the year before. She didn't do drugs, and she wouldn't sell her body, especially since most of the buyers were men. Therefore, it was handouts or getting some part-time work now and then before moving on when she got the urge.

This year was starting out just fine, and maybe, Ginger thought, she might finally have found a place to stay. Sydney was a great city, especially the East End that was gay friendly. 

With Ginger still standing before her, Marina's lower jaw and eyes were still wide open with astonishment of the vision she saw before her.

Lady Rose watched Marina and Ginger to see what initial reaction they would have upon first seeing one another. 

To break the palpable quietness that filled the room, Lady Rose spoke up, "Marina, I'd like you to meet Ginger. She is your surprise. Isn't she beautiful?"

Marina gulped and stuttered, "Yyeeee...ssss she is. Very. But she's so young, Lady Rose." 

Marina thought she was underage with whom she'd want no part no matter how petite and beautiful she was.

"Yes, Marina, Ginger looks very young, but then, she just turned eighteen," answered Lady Rose to calm any hesitation on Marina's part.

"Have you ever had a wife, Marina?" asked Lady Rose.

Shocked by her question, all Marina did was shake her head "No." 

"How would you like to see if you think Ginger might make you a good wife," Lady Rose suggested.

Marina was still focused on Ginger who up 'till then had said nothing. She just stood there, looking lovely.

"I never thought about that, Lady Rose. I've heard of lesbians coming together where one is considered the wife of the couple, but I never saw myself in that place. I just crossed over from being bi-curious to the lesbian lifestyle even though I'm still married," Marina said. 

" I wasn't talking about a steady relationship. I thought you and Ginger could role-play the next few hours. Of course, if that leads to some kind of relationship between you two, that's up to you," Lady Rose explained herself.

"Oh, I see. That's different," answered Marina.

"Well then for now I'm going over to the futon and have a seat while you and Ginger get acquainted," Lady Rose said.

As Lady Rose turned and headed towards the futon, Ginger spoke up in her very distinguishable Irish voice. "Well, I guess I was a bit of a wee surprise to you. Wasn't I, Marina," asked Ginger, her face lighting up with an impish smile.

"Yes you were, Ginger. But I must say now that I've seen you, you are a beautiful surprise," Marina said.

Ginger's cheeks flushed more than usual because of Marina's compliment, telling her she was beautiful. She never thought of herself as that, not with her freckles and carrot top hair. 

"Thank you, Marina, but next to you with your dark hair, swarthy skin, and dark eyes, I look so pale," Ginger said almost apologetically.

"Nonsense, Ginger, you are beautiful...more than you know. You really turn me on," said Marina.

Again Ginger blushed, but she felt good inside about herself because she so often was made fun of while growing up by many who called her carrot top.

Lady Rose was happy with how Marina and Ginger were getting along, knowing what she had planned for Ginger to do, so to hurry things along, Lady Rose said, "Why don't you two come over here and join me on the futon. It's big enough for the three of us."

Ginger stepped away from the wall and went to Marina, taking her hand into hers and leading her over to the futon. She knew what Lady Rose had told her to do, and having seen Marina she was more than happy to go through with it.

Lady Rose patted the cushion where she was sitting, and Ginger made sure Marina was between Lady Rose and her.

"There, now isn't this better?" she asked almost Motherly. "Ginger, did I tell you about the first time Marina and I met at a lingerie party I hosted several months ago?" asked Lady Rose.

"No, I don't think you have, Lady Rose," answered Ginger.

"It was quite a party. After Marina, her older sister Penny, and Ashley, Penny's love partner, finished their modeling the lingerie, all the women were so sexually aroused that it turned into an all-night sexual orgy. Didn't it Marina?" asked Lady Rose.

Marina looked first at Lady Rose and then at Ginger. 

"Yes, it was a night I'll never forget," answered Marina.

"Tell Ginger what you did to me, Marina, but first let's get you out of your clothes down to your undergarments," Lady Rose suggested as she ran her hand underneath Marina's dress and along her inner thigh, lowering herself and stretching her arm until she touched what she thought would be Marina's panties. However, what she felt was Marina's hairy pussy.

Marina had begun to tell Ginger how she was saved for Lady Rose so she could go down on her in front of the whole group of women. As Marina continued to tell Ginger, she suddenly felt Lady Rose's fingers touching her pussy, causing her to stop her talking. She silently said "Oh," not from sexual excitement but from surprise that Lady Rose's fingers were on her pussy.

"Oh, my, Ginger, Marina doesn't have on any panties," said Lady Rose. "What do you think of that?"

"I think that is delightful, Lady Rose," Ginger answered, and before Marina said anything Ginger quickly bent over and slid her arm underneath Marina's dress until her fingers touched Marina's hairy pussy and felt Lady Rose's hand there, too.

"Oh, my, what are you two doing?" asked Marina.

"Why, we're feeling your pussy. Aren't we, Ginger," asked Lady Rose.

"Yes, that's what we're doing. Feeling your pussy," Ginger answered. "How does it feel having two hands playing with your pussy, Marina?" asked Ginger.

By now the erotic sensations were flowing through Marina's body, and her pussy was getting wet which both Lady Rose and Ginger could tell as their fingers started to become lubricated with Marina's pussy cream.

A sigh left Marina's lips as she slid her ass down on the seat of the futon so she could give Ginger and Lady Rose more room and better position for their fingers on her pussy. Lady Rose and Ginger looked at one another, and without having to ask, they brought their first two fingers and put them next to one another's until there were four fingers joined together.

In this position Lady Rose and Ginger slide their joined fingers in unison and put the tops of them at the opening of Marina's vulva, once there they circled her vulva orifice until their fingers were well lubricated, and then with a nod of Lady Rose's head, both she and Ginger slid past Marina's vulva and into her vagina, sliding them in as far as the four of them could go.

Their four fingers filled Marina's vagina, and she let out a continuous moan as Lady Rose and Ginger doubled-finger-fucked Marina's pussy. The top of their fingers rubbed hard against the soft, spongy spot on the top of Marina's vagina, sending erotic chills coursing throughout her body and causing fluid to build up from her paraurethra glands that caused that soft, spongy area of her G-Spot to swell.

"Oh, Lady Rose, what you two are doing to me. It's incredible," groaned Marina.

That was the sign Lady Rose was waiting to hear from Marina, and once hearing it she whispered to Ginger it was time to remove their fingers out of Marina's vagina, and replace them with her mouth.

Marina opened her eyes and looked down at Lady Rose and Ginger, and groaned, "Please don't stop. What are you doing?" Marina asked pleadingly.

"Don't worry, Marina. We're not going to let you hanging," said Lady Rose. "We're going to take it up one step further. That's all."

Ginger took a fluffy pillow that was on the futon and put it on the floor before she got down from it and knelt between Marina's knees. Ginger then took the hem of Marina's dress in both of her hands and pushed it up her legs until she could go no further and had to ask Marina to lift her ass. As Marina did this, Ginger continued to push Marina's dress up around her waist, and from there Lady Rose, having already unbuttoned the front of Marina's dress, pulled her dress up and off her body, leaving her with her bra, garter belt, nylons, and shoes on.

As Lady Rose pulled Marina's dress off her, exposing Marina's very hairy pussy, Ginger stared at it in wonderment. Compared to her orange pubic hair even if it was rather full, hers did not compare to Marina's forest. 

Oh, how Ginger wanted to get her face into Marina's pussy and eat her out. However, first something else had to be done. Lady Rose had to get out of her red dress down to her lingerie and take off her shoes so she could stand up on the very end of the cushions with her knees touching the back and her legs spread over Marina's face. She could also hold her balance on the top of the futon. 

When Lady Rose had her dress and shoes off, she got up onto the futon and took her position. Marina had had her eyes closed while all this was going on, holding on to the sexual excitement in her aroused body. It might have seemed longer for Marina, but everything that had to be done was done in minutes.

After Lady Rose positioned herself onto the futon, she looked down at Marina's beautiful face and whispered softly, "Marina, you can open your eyes now. We have two surprises for you. Ginger is going to eat your pussy, and you are going to eat my pussy as you had done so well after the lingerie party."

Marina looked up and saw Lady Rose still had her lingerie on: her pink bra; her garter belt; crotch-less panties; and her sheer, black nylons. At first, when she looked up between Lady Rose's legs, she saw only her pink panties and wondered why she hadn't removed them if she wanted her to eat her pussy.

Lady Rose saw the questioning look on Marina's face and knew the reason. She, therefore, spread her legs wider, took hold on either side of the slit opening of the crotch-less panties, and separated them so the two sides of the crotch-less panties separated, revealing her puffy, grey-haired pussy that was slightly agape from her having spread her legs.

As if the two had rehearsed it, Lady Rose and Ginger moved in unison, Lady Rose sliding down the back of the futon until she was kneeling over Marina's beautiful face, close enough for Marina to see her salt and pepper pussy hair; her puffy pussy lips; her labia that went up to her excited clit that now was standing outside its hood, hard and erect; and the spreading orifice of her vulva. Marina also smelled the fragrance of jasmine and roses emanating from Lady Rose's pussy.

"Marina, there, it's all yours," said Lady Rose passionately, reliving all those times she had this experience repeated over and over and over again, often wondering just how many times she had made love and how many orgasms she had enjoyed throughout her many years. 

For Lady Rose, however, the important orgasm was in the here and now, and it was towards that orgasm for which she was striving. For Lady Rose one always lives in the present. The past is gone, and who of us knows about the future.

Marina reached up and took Lady Rose's thin hips into her hands and gently pulled her down towards her face, and as she did this, Lady Rose reached down and spread her pussy lips with her fingers until Marina's mouth and her pussy matched, Marina's tongue separating the two. It was the kiss of the vertical lips with the horizontal lips which, together, could work in unison to accomplish one main goal, orgasm.

As this action played out, Ginger had slid her hands up the inside of Marina's sensitive, inner thighs, continuing to reach up with her hands with splayed fingers and rolling them over and onto the sides of Marina's ass cheeks. In the same motion Ginger shuffled her knees forward until they touched the edge of the futon that allowed her to stretch her body until her head was completely in between Marina's legs and her face was pressed into her hairy pussy.

Ginger smelled the fragrant essence of jasmine and myrrh emanating from Marina's pussy, it being used extensively by the Greeks of which she was one. 

Thus, there was double cunnilingus being performed in Lady Rose's lounge room, Marina eating Lady Rose's pussy and Ginger eating Marina's pussy, all four of them enjoying what they were doing whether giving or receiving.

Marina moved her face all over Lady Rose's exposed pussy, a line from the beginning of her vulva up to and around her aroused clit, licking and flicking it as she moved it up and down and around. With her tongue folded as much as she could Marina put it inside Lady Rose's vagina as far as she could and licked around inside, collecting her pussy cream on it. 

Marina's mouth made Lady Rose moan her sexual enjoyment as she felt her sexual energy building by the minute towards her orgasm.

Marina removed her tongue from Lady Rose's vagina, flattened it, and drew it upwards from her vagina to her intensely, aroused clit that by now was completely engorged with blood and exposed beyond its protective hood. Each swipe of Marina's tongue sent waves of erotic energy vibrating in Lady Rose's clit. 

Sensing the signs that Lady Rose was near her orgasm, Marina sucked her clit into her mouth and worked at it while at the same time Ginger was doing the same to her. Be she seventy or eighteen so long as a woman remains sexually active and has the right frame of mind she can still experience her sexuality and enjoy the thrill of orgasm as she did as a young woman. The old saying is true: Use it or lose it. 

Marina was hungrily sucking on Lady Rose's vibrating clit while Ginger had Marina's clit along with the shaft inside her young mouth, pressing her face into Marina's hairy pussy while pulling up on her ass cheeks to increase the suction between their two pairs of lips, pussy and mouth.

Since Ginger had her face on Marina's pussy and Marina had her face on Lady Rose's pussy, neither one could speak. But then, this was not a time for words. It was a time for feelings and expressing those feelings through moans and groans that come from deep within as they work their way out through the insides of their mouths as well as their noses.




Maid to Order



Only Lady Rose was free to cry out her sexual excitement and response to Marina's eating her pussy.

"Ooooo, god, my god, Marina. Your mouth is wonderful on me. Eat me, Love. Eat my throbbing, wet pussy. I want to cum all over your pretty face," moaned Lady Rose as she reached the apex of her orgasm.

Marina, in synch with Lady Rose, had been pacing herself so the two might share in the joy of a mutual orgasm. She had been at the apex of her orgasm a few minutes before Lady Rose cried out she was going to cum. Therefore, there was no more waiting for Lady Rose or Marina. Their time had come, and just as Lady Rose and Marina were shooting their ejaculate—Lady Rose into Marina's mouth and Marina into Ginger's mouth—splashing onto their faces and filling their mouths with their ejaculate, the door to the lounge opened and Ashley and Penny walked in on them.

They were not shocked by what they saw. Just surprised.

"Well, my, my, and what do we have here? It looks as if we walked into some sexual fun, Penny," Ashley said with a putout, surprised voice.

"It certainly does, Ashley," said Penny. "Now we know exactly what the 'something special' was Lady Rose had in mind for Marina that she asked her to come two hours before us," smiling broadly. 

Ashley's and Penny's talking gave time for the heat of passion to subside enough for Lady Rose, Marina, and Ginger to speak a word that made any sense. Lady Rose in her wisdom asked Ashley to close the door and for her and Penny to take seats opposite the futon. 

Once the five were settled, Lady Rose explained the obvious to Ashley and Penny. She wanted Marina to come earlier than they not so she could help with the setting up for the dinner but for Ginger, whom she introduced by putting her hand in her lap, to help her seduce Marina for which she did admirably I must say, especially since she is so young. Just turned eighteen.

It was then Ashley and Penny took time to look at Ginger to see how fair, young, and beautiful she was and how adorable she looked in the white corset and other lingerie that made it look like a wedding ensemble. The two wondered where and how Lady Rose knew Ginger, but they also knew it was expedient not to ask because if she wants them to know she would tell them in her own good time.

"Everything worked out splendidly," said Lady Rose, "However, I'm afraid we have an eighteen year old girl here who is hot and bothered by all the sexual activity in which she gave but did not receive so she, too, might have enjoyed an orgasm. Does anyone have any suggestions how we might remedy this necessary oversight?

"I have to get back into my dress and have myself put back together for my dinner guests, so I shall have to leave you until it is time to have you join the staff of maids who have been hired to do the work while you three—no, make that four--are going to be dressed in the more sexy French maid uniforms than the standard ones. 

"I shall have my personal maid come to show you your uniforms and share with you what I expect of you," said Lady Rose.

"That will be fine, Lady Rose," said Ashley.

"Yes, but you three still have to figure out how to relieve Ginger's sexual tension," said Lady Rose.

Having said that Lady Rose left the room.

"Well, ladies, what are we going to do with this lovely, young waif standing before us?" asked Ashley.

There was no immediate response from either Penny or Marina, neither knowing what to do since there were three of them and one of her.

"Ginger, do you have any ideas what you would like us to do in order for us to help you get you off so you can orgasm and release your sexual energy that has to be strong since you are eighteen. I remember that all too well when I was that young. I felt horny just about all the time, and I wanted to have a tongue or finger get me off," said Ashley.

As with Penny and Marina, Ginger remained silent, feeling out of place in the company of three grown, experienced women, only one of whom she knew briefly.

Ashley finally came up with a plan.

"Ginger, I think we'll do this so the four of us are involved. You have already taken care of Marina, and Penny and I know that before the evening is over we shall have many opportunities to give vent to our sexual needs. As will you if you stay," Ashley said.

Penny and Marina looked at Ashley somewhat confused, not sure what Ashley had in mind. However, one thing they did know, Ashley always saw through problems and came up with the right answer.

"Here's my plan. First, the three of us with clothes on are going to get undressed," Ashley smiled. "After that we are going to have Ginger sit in the centre of the futon but slouched forward so her ass is almost touching the edge and her legs are spread wide for one of us to get between them to eat Ginger's pussy. Any volunteers?" Ashley asked jokingly as she looked at Penny and Marina.

Marina jumped in quickly, "Since Ginger ate my pussy, I should be the one to return the favor and eat her pussy."

"That makes perfect sense to me. How about you, Penny?"

"Fine with me, too," said Penny, "besides, how could I refuse my younger sister?"

"But, Penny, you and I won't be left out completely. You and I will caress Ginger's upper body with our hands and mouths, especially feeling and sucking on her firm, young breasts."

"Oooooo. Sounds scrumptious to me," said Penny.

"Okay then, off with our clothes, girls," said Ashley playfully.

Ashley, Penny, and Ginger took off their clothes until each was as naked as Marina. Marina hadn't seen Ginger completely nude, but now the three women were captivated with her smooth, young body. They were especially taken with her orange hair on both her head as well as her bushy pubic hair. 

"All right, Ginger, take your place on the futon, slouch forward so your ass is on the edge, and enjoy. Six hands. Six lips. Three tongues. What more could a girl ask for?" Ashley joked and laughed, the others joining her.

Ginger sat on the futon, slouched a bit until her ass cheeks touched the edge, and she spread her legs wide. Marina put a pillow on the floor and knelt between Ginger's legs, seeing for the first time her pussy close up with all its orange pubic hair which, because her pussy looked different, made it look exotic and tempting.

Ashley went to Ginger's left side and Penny to her right. Now everyone was in her place.

"All right, girls. Dinner time!" said Ashley.

As Ginger looked around at all three women, she was taken aback at how large each of their breasts were, how big and gorgeously delicious looking. Compared to them she was really small, but then she thought to herself, wouldn't I look downright stupid with big boobs like those on this small body of mine. Besides, I have a good handful and mouthful, and that's all that counts. 

Marina was the one to make the first move, she dove right in between Ginger's legs and buried her face into her pussy, eating away as if there were no tomorrow. She ate Ginger as if she were pussy-starved even though she had eaten Lady Rose's pussy just a short while ago. She licked and sucked every inch of Ginger's delightfully, young pussy. There was a newness and a freshness about Ginger's pussy that Marina smelled.

Ashley and Penny ran their hands all over Ginger's upper body, touching and kissing passionately. They took turns licking her bellybutton; kissing and licking her underarms; kissing and sucking up both sides of her neck; licking and sucking on her earlobes; and licking all over her face, kissing her closed eyelids, the tip of her freckled nose, and her lips.

Once they were at the portals of Ginger's mouth, Ashley and Penny took turns licking around the outline of her lips, tipping their tongues between Ginger's lips. Just as Marina was thrusting her tongue between Ginger's pussy lips, Ashley and Penny took turns gently insinuating their tongues between Ginger's lips and softly exploring the inside of her mouth as they sucked on her tongue and gently kissed her.

They saved Ginger's breasts for last. While they were kissing Ginger, they let their hands slide down to her breasts and let their fingers caress all over them, making her nipples hard and erect and causing gooseflesh to standout around her pink areolas. Their hands completely covered Ginger's breasts. After caressing and massaging Ginger's breasts, they dipped their heads and each took one of Ginger's nipples into her hot, wet mouths and sucked on it.

While Penny and Ashley sucked on Ginger's nipples, Marina had moved her mouth up from Ginger's vagina and sucked on her sexually, over-charged clit. Now, a young girl could take only so much lingual attention and stimulation before she begins moaning her erotic pleasure. Ginger was no different. Ginger groaned, moaned, and mewled. 

She felt waves of sexual, kinetic energy course through her body, centering on her two nipples but most of all on and around her engorged and aroused clit that stood out from its protective hood. Ginger's thighs trembled so that Marina felt it against the sides of her face. She also felt her legs jumping on the heels of her feet. Then for a brief second there was a momentary pause in Ginger's body as all of her sexual energy came together at the vortex of her clit, only to explode in one, outrageously, vibrant orgasm, and when her orgasm hit, Ginger let out an intense, sexual groan that echoed in the large lounge, 

"Oh, my goooooddddd!"

Ginger held onto that "d" in god, as if she would never end just as it seemed her orgasm was never going to end but just go on and on.

In the midst of her orgasmic mania, Ginger pressed her feet hard on the floor and thrust her hips upward and forward off the futon while in the same motion she fluidly shoved her sexually-charged pussy into Marina's lovely face as she quickly grabbed the back of her head and pushed down on it at the same time, just as her orgasmic dam burst. 

Now the tip of Marina's nose touched Ginger's clit and her oval mouth covered her vagina and urethra. Now in her grasp, Ginger face-fucked Marina unmercifully as she moaned in relentless wanton, orgasmic joy,

"Oh, gooooood. I'm cumming! Marina, eat me! Take it all," Ginger weakly cried out, most of her body's energy concentrated in the un-relentless spasms of her over-sensitive clit. 

As Ginger's orgasm exploded, she let loose a flood of clear ejaculate into Marina's open mouth, shooting with such force that it went directly down her throat. After that Marina took it mouthful after mouthful until Ginger was completely spent of all her ejaculate that had been storing itself above that soft, spongy area of her G-Spot.

Ginger didn't feel it until after her last ejaculation, but her legs were trembling and shaking from the tension she had put on her leg muscles, and she found she couldn't keep her hips raised off the cushion of the futon. Therefore, she removed her hands on Marina's head, released the pressure on Marina's head, and let loose of the sides of her face, allowing Marina to raise herself from between Ginger's legs, gasping for air, clear fluid still dripping from her chin.

"Uh...hah! Uh...huh! Uh...hah!" Marina continued to pant while she worked to control her breathing and slowing down her heart rate.

"Oh, god, what an orgasm. I've never seen or experienced any like that before," gasped Marina. "But one thing for sure, that was a wild ride." 

Ashley and Penny who had seen it all were also stunned by the intensity of Ginger's orgasm, and Ashley put in the back of her mind that this was something she would have to share with Lady Rose. 

About five minutes after Ginger's monumental orgasm, Lady Rose's personal maid walked into the lounge, finding four naked women in various poses. However, this was nothing new to her since she had been in the service of Lady Rose from the time she inherited the house and it became hers. She was the head maid when Lady Rose's father was alive, and so one might say she came with the house. That was more years than she wanted to remember.

"All right, ladies. You know the reason I'm here. Lady Rose wants me to show you the special French maids uniform you will be wearing this evening for her special dinner for the Department Heads of her stores. I think you're going to be surprised," Mrs. Kelly said somewhat sternly for recognition of her position within Lady Rose's household. 

Mrs. Kelly walked over to a large Victorian chiffarobe from which she took out four, white, terry cloth housecoats.

"Here, put these on so you don't catch your death of cold, and after I show you your French maids ensembles, you can shower in the bathroom off the back side of the lounge, and then you can redo you make-up and get your hair back in order. After that help one another into the outfits in whatever way needed," said Mrs. Kelly.

Ashley, Penny, Marina, and Ginger took the housecoats and put them on and sat back down.

While they were doing this, Mrs. Kelley brought out a mannequin that had a base with wheels on it for moveability and had the French Maid ensemble on a female form.

"Here it is, ladies," said Mrs. Kelly, moving it around in full circle. "How do you like it?"

"Ooooh," said Penny.

"How beautiful," Marina said.

"How sexy," Ashley said emphatically.

Ginger, feeling more than a wee bit out of her league, said nothing. She just thought it was the most beautiful thing she had seen in her life. It was truely not of her world.

Showing off each part of the ensemble, Mrs. Kelly showed it from both front and back views.

From the front view there was: 

a narrow, black ribbon worn around the neck a shiny, satin, hourglass corset with thin straps and eyes and hooks up the middle         bodice cut low to show more cleavage with a special, uplift bra      white, lace trim along the top edge of the firm bodice to draw the eyes to the breasts frilly, black lace the extends in folds around from waist to a short the bottom followed by  white lace overlay in folds a pair of panties with a very small amount of material to cover the crotch garter straps that extend from the bottom of the corset and attach to sheer, black nylons  with large, black, material at the top that has a bow on each narrow, high heel black shoes with straps over the heels and toeless fronts with bows on  top 

From the rear view:

most of what is seen in the front view except for the black panties with the small "V" crotch whereas in the back it is cut high around the ass cheeks

"Well, I must say it is quite revealing," said Ashley who knew lingerie quite well since she was the Manager of a major lingerie boutique in the mall located in the Queen Victoria Building in city centre where Lady Rose has many individual stores that together make up her second department store. "I also know it is not your run-of-the-mill ensemble, but then, Lady Rose goes for nothing but the best."

"You are quite right about that, Miss Ashley," said Mrs. Kelly. "In fact, Lady Rose had these specially made for each of you. That was the reason for having you come over a few weeks ago to be measured. You know she leaves nothing to chance. Of course, at the time, you were just told you were being measured for any future modeling to be done for her."

Ginger looked even more in shock than she had, and her shock shown in her face that didn't go unnoticed by Mrs. Kelly, the all-observing head maid.

Mrs. Kelly walked over to Ginger and said, "What is it dear? You look uncomfortable. A pretty face like yours shouldn't look so sad."

Ginger answered slowly, "Excuse me, but this is all so new to me. I have no idea what to do, and there is not one of those French Maid outfits made to order that I can wear. I mean, look at the others. Each has such lovely, large breasts and full-figures, and here I am with such small breasts and so small by comparison."

A Motherly smile came across Mrs. Kelly's face, softening the stern face she wears while in service to Lady Rose during the day, and she said, "Mary, Jesus, and Joseph, Ginger, my little one, not to worry yourself. You're a lovely, young colleen. Besides, Lady Rose leaves nothing to chance. She ordered two extra ensembles in different sizes just in case she found another woman such as yourself to join with the other three, and she has live-in seamstresses who can make alterations in no time so it will fit you like a glove. 

"As for your smaller breasts, Ginger, your breasts are just right for your petite body, and these French Maid ensembles have special bras that lift up and push out the breasts to emphasize cleavage. So, you have nothing to worry about you see. Besides, you're altogether beautiful," Mrs. Kelly added in her attempt to lessen Ginger's tentative fears as she left the room.

"Yes, Ginger," said Ashley, "since I know lingerie, I know this can be done, and I know you'll look absolutely smashing in it. I think everything about you is divine, and you are going to look beautiful in the outfit, giving the three of us some competition."

Ginger smiled and lost the look of apprehension and began to relax, feeling now more comfortable with the thought of being dressed up in the French Maid ensemble and joining Ashley, Penny, and Marina in whatever it is they have been asked to do. 

"Well, ladies, it's off to the showers to wash away our sweat and return to get into our French Maid ensembles since each of us is a Maid to Order by Lady Rose," Ashley quipped with a wicked smile on her face. 

The four showered quickly, came out, put on their make-up, re-did their hair where needed, and helped one another get into her outfit. There was a full length, oval mirror set into a cherry wood stand that could be tilted as needed. 

A soft knock on the door to the lounge preceded one of the maids opening it to tell the four Lady Rose said it was time to spring the surprise on her guests who just finished their salads and had their plates removed. The main course of pheasant and sockeye salmon along with steamed, organic vegetables was being served with all the trimmings. To tempt and refresh the palate an exceptional red Chateau Lafite Rothschild 1920 was being served.

When Ashley, Penny, Marina, and Ginger were led into the large Victorian dinning room that was filled with talking and laughter, the talking and laughing suddenly stopped. As if one, all eyes looked upon the four French Maids that were dressed in very revealing, sensual outfits, and a murmur of wonderment and hushed tones echoed softly throughout the room while all the dinner guests stopped eating to look at Ashley, Penny, Marina, and Ginger from head to toes and back again, undressing them with their decadent minds and salacious eyes that truely are the mirrors of the soul. At that moment in time what was mirrored in these women's souls was quite decadent.

To get everyone's attention, Lady Rose gently tapped on the side of her Waterford Crystal wine goblet, and all the women regretfully and silently turned their attention onto Lady Rose.

"Ladies, I want to introduce you to these four lovely, exquisite women who captured your attention so easily. Starting from my left, Ashley who is a longtime friend of mine who manages one of Sydney's finest lingerie boutiques; Penny who has become a well-known fashion model ever since she graced the cover and a layout inside of the lingerie magazine Feline; Marina who is Penny's younger sister and also has done some modeling of her own; and the young lovely is Ginger who is one of my newest friends who looks every bit like an Irish faery. They are going to help the other maids serve you this evening but in special ways as you choose. They are another bonus for your splendid work over the past year that has caused the value of our stocks to rise considerably for which I thank you. 




Maid to Order



The ten Department Heads clapped their approval for Lady Rose's heartfelt compliment and for the special four skimpily clothed maids being offered carte blanche to do whatever they wanted with them. They, of course, had no idea about the even better surprise Lady Rose had in store for them during the dinner.

All the maids, including Ashley, Penny, Marina, and Ginger started to go in and out of the double-hinged doors that separated the dining room from the kitchen to serve Lady Rose's dinner guests. However, unlike with the other maids, when the four bent over to serve them, Lady Rose's guests used the opportunity to pat their asses and move their fingers over to their crotches where they ran their index finger over their pubic areas. They also cupped their breasts in the palms of their hands, some running their index fingers in between their cleavages. All of this foreplay that had been going on during the meal had an affect on all of the guests. Their sexual libidos rose from normal, some to the point of becoming wet between their legs.

For some the feelings were so great they rubbed their bottoms on the seat of their chairs or rhythmically opened and closed their thighs, using the Kegel exercise that created enjoyable pleasure on their excited clits. Lady Rose seeing that her intentions to have her dinner guests sexually aroused by the four, looked at Ashley and nodded her head, giving her the signal to have the four remove their corsets. Ashley passed this along to the other three. 

Each then went to an end of the dining table and nonchalantly unhooked the front of her corset and removed it, leaving her naked except for the revealing panties, garter belt, nylons, and shoes. All were black in contrast to their skin.

After the ooohs, ahhhs, and gasps had quieted down, without one word the four continued to serve as if nothing was different, only now the women had full access to most of the four's bodies, and groped their breasts, feeling their weight as well as their hardening nipples. Again, they often caressed the cheeks of their ass or slid a hand between their legs. In time, as the women's sexual desires increased, they slipped an extended finger inside their panties, fingering their pussies. Some brought their fingers to their mouths and sucked them.

Thus, Lady Rose's guests were spellbound as they hungrily looked and touched the beautifully sculptured, female bodies. There were some who were very interested in Ginger for her beauty and especially her youth. For all it had been a long time since they ran their hands over the smooth skin of one so young. An eighteen-year old girl's flesh was just about flawless if she took care of herself. 

Lady Rose now gave Ashley a second nod of her head, wanting to step things up another notch. In response Ashley went to each and told them it was time for them to service Lady Rose's guests if they wanted them to do so, but she expected none would refuse the most erotic, generous gift their hostess was offering. Not in the sexually agitated state each of them was feeling. However, Lady Rose had something to say before the action began. Lady Rose arose out of her chair and clinked her wine goblet a second time to get the women's attention.

"I see you are enjoying the four lovelies I brought to help serve you all in a very special way," said Lady Rose.

A united shaking "yes" of their heads and affirmation sounds resonated throughout the room.

"Well then, I'm going to take it up a notch more from what they have been doing thus far, serving you. Now, instead of serving you, anyone who wants to be serviced by these beauties can do so by pushing up your evening gowns around your waists, taking your panties off, sliding down into your chairs until your ass is almost to the edge, and then spreading your legs."

Their was a collective gasp among the ten women since none had ever suspected such a thing would be offered even at one of Lady Rose's events. Nevertheless, while surprised, it was a pleasant one. 

Lady Rose waited for the room to get quiet once more before continuing, but when it did, she continued, "What will make this interesting is the fact that to cum to your orgasm you won't know when it will be your turn or which of the four is going down on you," Lady Rose smiled. 

When Lady Rose had finished and sat back down, without a word the four stooped down onto the floor and crawled under the dining table where they saw ten pairs of naked legs of different shapes and sizes spread wide waiting to be serviced by them.

Ashley whispered, "I'm not surprised all the ladies want to be serviced since Lady Rose has no one but lesbians in upper management and definitely not having a seat on one of the Boards."

The other three just listened until Ashley asked, "Well, girlfriends, how do we go about this? There are ten pussies, eleven if we count Lady Rose, but since she enjoyed an orgasm already not long ago, I think she'll want to enjoy watching the faces of each of her Department Heads to see who comes the fastest and in what order. This gives each of us two pussies with two more to be serviced. Whoever gets her two off before the others are finished she can take another. Sound like a plan to you?"

"Sounds all right with me, Ashley," Penny agreed, and the other two did as well.

"All right, then. Penny and Marina you go down to the head of the table where Lady Rose is sitting and take the two sitting beside her. Ginger and I shall begin at the other end of the table, and then we'll alternate ends until we work ourselves to the centre. Agreed?"

In response to Ashley's question Penny and Marina crawled down to the end of the table where Lady Rose was seated and turned to look into pairs of spread legs with hairy or shaved pussies. Marina looked at what appeared to be a relatively young pussy, and she tried to put a face with it but couldn't. Penny's lady had heavy thighs even though her pussy looked young, and as with so many women who are large with a little extra padding, this woman's pussy hair covered a large pubic area because of her added size and weight. In a way this made it look exciting, and this could be seen as not eating a woman out but just eating a pussy since that's all each saw except for the legs. It would be as if the woman was being separated from her pussy and, therefore, might be called an "anonymous pussy." 

On the other end of the table Ginger had a shaved pussy in front of her that led her to believe she had one of the younger Department Heads; although, these days it was hard to tell. Today many women are into shaving even grandmas. One distinctive feature of this pussy was she saw the small labia that extended into butterfly wings as it went to join at the Frenum where the two lips come together under the clit. 

Penny's woman was elderly, but she was in good shape since her legs were still well formed and firm, and her flesh did not hang. Between her legs her pussy was grey with hints of black hair running through them. Her pussy hair also looked as if it had thinned as she got older.

Thus it was Ashley, Penny, Marina, and Ginger worked together to service every woman seated at Lady Rose's dinner table, licking, sucking, and fingering, until each one through her moans and groans had her orgasm, some of whom filled the mouth of each with clear ejaculate, and they all swallowed it so Lady Rose's Oriental carpet would not get wet even though they knew she could have it professionally steam cleaned. 

All the while the four were eating pussy, Lady Rose kept watch over the faces of her Department Heads, sexually wallowing in the sight of all these women being serviced into orgasms, and while she watched, she had pushed her hand up her dress until she was able to get her fingers through her crotch-less panties to finger her own aroused clit and have her second orgasm of the day. 

After all of Lady Rose's dinner guests were sexually satisfied and exhausted, Ashley, Penny, Marina, and Ginger crawled out from underneath the dining table and stood up to get the aches out of their legs from having to kneel for such a long time it took to service the ten women even if there were four doing it.

With the four standing before the women, Lady Rose let out a titillating chuckle, "Oh, my, if you four could see yourselves. Each of your faces is covered with pussy cream!"

Lady Rose spoke to one of the maids, "Go to the linen closet and get some fresh towels for our lovelies. And then she turned her attention to her guests. Well, did you enjoy my little surprise bonus for the new year, and weren't they wonderful?"

All the ladies smiled as they clapped their appreciation to Lady Rose and her four lovelies.

As the clapping began to settle over the room, the maid returned with the towels and gave one to each of the four who cleaned off their faces of all the pussy cream. After doing that, they handed the towels back to the maid to be taken away.

"Ladies," said Lady Rose, "now that we have satisfied your gastronomical and sexual appetites, there is yet one more surprise I think will be a novelty to many of you but very enjoyable for all I'm sure."

Directing what she had to say then was to the four. "Ladies, will you please go into the kitchen to put the desserts together and bring them into the dinning room. This will top off this evening's festive occasion."

Once more Penny, Marina, and Ginger didn't know what it was that was going to be served as dessert. 

"Maybe a chocolate mouse or truffle," Penny thought. 

"Come with me, Loves, and I'll tell you about the planned desserts for this evening," Ashley said with a hint of good humor in her voice and a gleam in her eyes.

The three followed behind Ashley into the kitchen and looked around; however, they saw no desserts on the counter tops, there were only two large, food trolleys in the middle of the kitchen.

The three looked at each other, and Penny shrugged her shoulders.

"Ashley, there are no desserts? I don't see them anywhere?" Penny inquired. 

Ashley stifled a loud burst of laughter as she tried to contain herself while blurting out, "Why, Sillies, you're the desserts! You and Marina."

Penny and Marina looked startled, and Penny asked, "What do you mean my sister Marina and I are the desserts, Ashley?" asked Penny in a confused and serious tone of voice.

"Haven't you ever used or at least heard of using food while making love?" Ashley asked.

"Of course I have, but I've never done it before. We've never done it before," answered Penny.

"Well, there's always a first time for everything, and this is a good time to have it," Ashley said. "Besides, this is part of the deal set up with Lady Rose for the 15,000 pounds each for the three of us. She didn't want me to reveal too much detail so some of it would be unexpected for you two as it was for her dinner guests."

Penny and Marina weren't the only ones surprised. Ginger couldn't imagine such a sum of money as 15,000 pounds each for what they did and were doing. She also didn't fail to compare 15,000 pounds to her 500 pounds; although, at the time it seemed like a small fortune.

As Ginger was pondering what she just heard, Ashley said to Penny and Marina, "Besides, this is part of the deal set up with Lady Rose for the 15,000 pounds for each of you. She didn't want me to reveal too much detail so some of it would be unexpected for you two as it was for her dinner guests."

"Well, I guess I really don't see anything wrong with it. In fact, it may be fun," Penny said.

"Oh, I don't know about that," said Marina hesitantly.

"Come on, Marina. You've had your pussy eaten before many times and made love to by other women. What's a little fruit on our bodies?" Penny encouraged her sister. "Besides, as Ashley said, this is part of Lady Rose's plan for the evening, and you know Lady Rose is, indeed, a lady and would never have us do anything that would harm us. Right?"

The look in Marina's eyes changed and the muscles in her face relaxed, "Yes, I guess you're right, Sis. What's a little dessert among friends?"

"Good, Marina. That's being a good sport," Ashley said approvingly. "Ginger, since you were not a part of this at the time Lady Rose and I set it up, you can help me get things ready if you don't mind."

"Oh, I don't mind," answered Ginger. "This ought to be fun!" said Ginger.

"Spoken like a teenager," said Ashley as she put her arm around Ginger and hugged her.

Penny asked questioningly, "How is this to happen, Ashley?"

"You and Marina are to strip completely and lie down on the specially made, heavy-duty kitchen food trolley, head to feet. You then interlock the inside of your legs so that it will be as if you are joined at the hips. Once in position Ginger and I are going to put food all over your bodies from which Lady Rose's guests will eat as their desserts. Sound all right?" Ashley asked.

"Yes, we guess so," answered Penny for Marina even though she thought Marina was still uncomfortable with the idea.

"I assure you, Marina, once you begin to feel the different kinds of food being put all over your body and then have ten mouths and tongues licking and sucking it off while running their hands all over your bodies, you're going to love it and wonder why you were ever unsure in the first place," said Ashley.

Penny and Marina lifted themselves up onto the food trolley and got into the inverted position with their inner legs locked at the knees. In order for them to be comfortable a foam mattress cut to fit inside the lip of the food trolley was laid down, and a large foam pillow was made on which to rest their necks and heads.

"Are we ready to begin?" Ashley asked rhetorically.

"Yes, we're ready, Ashley," answered Penny.

Ashley and Ginger began to do their food bodywork on Penny and Marina. Around their areolas and bellybuttons they squirted whipped cream as well as at the base of each breast; on the tips of their nipples they put a dollop of heavy chocolate so it wouldn't run; the whipped cream around their bellybuttons they encircled with whole slices of fresh pineapple; on top of the whipped cream they put Maraschino cherries; on each side of the whipped cream and Maraschino cherries they put two scoops of ice cream, one vanilla and one chocolate; more whipped cream was squirted down the sides of the ice cream and a peeled banana turned upside down was placed lengthwise between the two scoops of ice cream. 

Pieces of Chiradelli chocolates were put between their toes; a path of chocolate syrup was drawn all over their bodies, from their foreheads, around their mouths...along the sides of their necks and into the creases between their arms and upper chest walls so it ran into their armpits; around their breasts; down the middle of their bodies to their bellybuttons and over onto their abdomens from where they continued the path of chocolate syrup down to their pubic hair along the top, down the creases, and up from their assholes past their vagina where they made sure there was a good amount that even went inside their vulvas, up between their pussy lips, and onto their clits. 

Then Ashley and Ginger topped their food extravaganza with something very special, something each of the women would most likely want and would go for first. Ashley and Ginger peeled two long, large girthed, unripe bananas so the flesh was still stiff and hard, and they inserted them past the chocolate syrup at the opening of their vulvas and up pushed them into their vaginas until only two inches out of eight were sticking out of their vaginas, leaving six inches inside. 

Finally, after Ashley and Ginger finished their masterpiece, they licked their fingers clean of all the chocolate, whipped cream, melting ice cream, and fruit juice they had used. After they wiped their sticky hands off with sanitary, wet towels, it was time to get things started. 

Lady Rose's dinner guests were enjoying an after-dinner cup of either Jamaica Blue Mountain coffee or Earl Grey tea and were immersed in conversation when Ashley and Ginger wheeled the trolley cart just through the kitchen doors and into the dinning room with Penny and Marina riding on its top. A maid whom Lady Rose had asked to let her know when they were coming went over to her, bent over, and whispered they were coming.

Lady Rose stood up with a whimsical, wicked smile on her face that could rival the Grinch. She brought her hands together and excitedly asked in a loud voice so everyone was sure to hear her, "Dessert anyone!"

Epilogue

It goes without saying Lady Rose's dinner party for the Department Heads of her two department stores was a monumental success. She not only had an exquisite seven- course meal prepared and served for them to eat, but she also gave them the opportunity to be serviced by four beautiful women who ate their pussies. 

As a pi'ece de res'istance Lady Rose had a double, female dessert all covered with lots of good things to lick, suck, chew, and nibble for her guests to eat, culminating in two lucky ones having the opportunity to eat a banana out of a pussy. Before they were finished eating the banana that went into the vaginas a good six inches, each woman had the opportunity to suck on the clits of Penny and Marina until each had an orgasm and shot her clear ejaculate into the woman's banana-filled mouth. 

All Lady Rose's Department Heads left her home wearing a smile on her face and telling Lady Rose how unusual and delightful the business dinner was. That she had outdone herself this year and couldn't imagine how she could top herself next year, but knowing Lady Rose they believed she would.

Of course, Lady Rose praised Ashley, Penny, and Marina for helping to make her dinner party the huge success that it was, and she personally thanked Marina for eating her pussy to orgasm once more. 

In Lady Rose's mind the 45,000 pounds she gave to Ashley, Penny, and Marina was worth every pound. 

As for Ginger, the eighteen year old street kid, the wee ones to be sure must have been smiling down on her the day she met Lady Rose who asked her if she would like to come to her home to do something for which she would be given 500 pounds, a sum more than she ever saw in her whole life. That alone was a blessing for Ginger. However, better, far better, things were going to happen to her. And soon.

Lady Rose had taken an instant liking to Ginger. Ginger reminded her of herself as far as being a spunky, tomboy, and petite sort of a girl. What made them different was the fact she was born into wealth while Ginger had been born into poverty. While not inclusive, wealth made all the difference in the world for each of them. 

Lady Rose lived a life of ease, never having to work a day in her life other than keeping an eye out for the department stores willed to her by her father, but she had help with that through the lawyers, bankers, and financial advisors her father had used himself. 

Ginger, on the other hand, was born into a poor, Irish, Roman Catholic house whose da was an alcoholic and who eventually deserted his family, the first time before she had even been born. However, before she was three her da left for good, leaving her ma to struggle to make ends meet, to work to keep a roof over her brother's and her head, and to put on the table what little food she could. In these circumstances Ginger was left alone much of the time to fend for herself in dire circumstances within a poor section of a large metropolitan city. 

Lady Rose had asked Ginger to wait until everyone had gone because she had something to discuss with her, and besides there was the matter of the 500 pounds.

Ginger said she would and went back into the lounge to wait, and eventually only she and Lady Rose were in the house except for the staff.

Lady Rose came into the room and looked at Ginger and said, "Come, sit down beside me on the futon. I have something I would like you to consider."




Maid to Order



With her sparkling green eyes Ginger looked at Lady Rose, trying to read in her face what it might be she wanted, but she couldn't.

Lady Rose took Ginger's hand into hers and said, "Ginger, I know we've just come to know one another for such a short time—in fact, just two days—so what I am about to ask is something with which you might be uncomfortable nor want."

Ginger said nothing but only listened.

"You see for yourself except for my staff who are very faithful to me no one else lives in this huge house. It's so big sometimes I hear echoes of sounds, especially during the night," Lady Rose continued then paused. "I live alone in this big house, and you live alone on the streets most of the time. I took an instant liking to you, and the more I saw of you yesterday and today the more comfortable I felt having you around. Since this is so, what would you think about moving in with me and making this your home?"

Ginger sat stunned beyond belief. She thought to herself, "Did I hear what Lady Rose just asked me? To live with her? A woman of such class and nobility in her own right? And I from the other side of the tracks?"

Lady Rose didn't let seconds pass, so she continued, "In time, maybe, just maybe, you will become the daughter I never had nor will ever have since I am a lesbian. And while I'm healthy and in good shape, nevertheless, I am seventy years old." 

Still in shock with what Lady Rose had just asked of her, Ginger replied, "Do you really want me to come live with you? Really?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't mean it, Ginger," Lady Rose said emphatically.

"Gee, I never thought anything so wonderful would happen to me," continued Ginger.

"Then you'll do it? You can move in and see how it goes. On a trial basis as it were, and if you find you don't like it, you may leave," Lady Rose assured her.

Ginger gulped audibly and said, "Then, yes, Lady Rose. How could I say no to such a gracious invitation you are offering me? It's like being Cinderella and having my wishes come true."

Lady Rose squeezed Ginger's hand gently but firmly and said happily, "Good. I think we'll get along famously, Ginger."

"Me, too," said Ginger as she gently returned Lady Rose's squeeze.

"Where can I have my driver pick up your belongings, Ginger?" asked Lady Rose.

Looking somewhat ashamed, Ginger looked down at their hands and said, "I'm wearing them."

"Not to worry, Dear. Tomorrow we shall go to one of my department stores and buy whatever you need," Lady Rose said as her face glowed with happiness.

Maggie Red Rose



Maid to Order



"Here's your toast and orange juice, sir." She said as she set the tray in front of him.

"Oh, my!" His attention was suddenly drawn away from the report he was reading. "What have we here?"

"I'm sorry, sir." She said as she fidgeted with her uniform. "I washed the dress last night. When I took it out of the dryer it was... smaller." 

Indeed it was. His eyes popped out of his head almost as much as her breasts were popping out of the dress. Her breasts were nearly spilling out the top and her ruffle-panty covered rear end was only half covered by the hem of the dress. 

"You're not supposed to put that material in the dryer. But you know that now, don't you? I'll have to get you another one, but you'll have to make due with that one today."

"Yes, sir." And she went back to her cleaning.

He now watched her instead of reading his report. And watching her made him thirsty. She would reach up to dust a shelf and the dress would raise up to completely uncover her ruffled panties. When she bent over to pick something off the floor, her breasts would nearly fall out of the top of the dress and the panties stretched tight across her butt. Before he knew it, his glass was empty.

"Could you get me some more orange juice, please?"

"Of course, sir. Just a moment."

She went into the kitchen and returned a moment later with a carafe of orange juice beaded with condensation. She leaned over in front of him to fill his glass. Just as she was tilting the carafe to pour he briefly slides his fingertips up the back of her thigh. 

"Sir!" She jerked upright, nearly spilling the juice. "Please. I'm trying to pour your juice."

He just smiled. She went to pour the juice again, and again his fingers raced up her thigh. She turned to face him.

"I can't pour for you if you're going to interrupt that way."

She turned back to the table and went to pour one more time. This time he touched her just above the knee. She flinched but didn't stop this time. As the juice flowed from the carafe to the glass his hand slowly moved up her leg. She normally only half-filled his glass, but as his hand moved upward she kept pouring. He felt her tremble as his fingers moved to the inside of her thigh and his thumb slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. 

As the juice neared the lip of the glass, his fingers brushed against the narrow strip of cotton at the juncture of her thighs. Then, just as the glass was filled and she should lift the carafe away, he pressed his hand against her and rubbed her panties. The glass overflowed before she caught herself enough to set it on the table. She leaned on her hands and moaned as he massaged her sex. He slowly rubbed her vulva and her lips until he felt the heat and wetness of her rising passion.

"I've changed my mind about the toast. I think I want to eat you for breakfast."

With that, he cleared away the table in front himself with one hand and turned her around with the other. He leaned her back onto the table and moved his chair between her legs. He slipped her panties from her legs and placed her feet on the back of the chair to either side of his head.

He gently caressed the outside of her legs as he softly kissed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Ever so slowly, his kisses inched lower and lower. He could smell her musky love scent and it pulled him closer to her womanhood. She spread her legs wider for him as his lips brushed hers as he moved from one leg to the other. 

He stopped the kissing and stuck out his tongue. He gingerly flicked it across her lips, up and down her yoni. She sucked in her breath and reached out to grip the edges of the table. His tongue continued to tease her and his hands caressed her waist. She moaned and gripped the table hard as his tongue sank between her love lips, gently massaging her clitoris. 

He ran his hands slowly up her sides, across her breasts and back down her stomach. Her nipples were now straining against the fabric stretched tight across them. And she moaned every time his hands slid across them. With every caress of her breasts she thrusts her womanhood against his tongue. And with every thrust of her hips his tongue slides down between her lips and over the opening of her sex. She squirmed more and more, only adding to the movements of his tongue.

He covered her breasts with his hands, feeling her nipples press into his palms, and opened his mouth and licked her sex from bottom to top. By the time his tongue was at her clit she had arched her back, forcing her womanhood into his mouth. He covered her yoni completely with his mouth and ran his tongue up and down and across her lips. Her hips undulated beneath his mouth. He was no longer guiding his tongue around her sex; she was guiding her sex around his tongue. 

He eased a hand off her chest and felt around the table. His fingers found the bowl and he pulled it to him. He lifted the spoon from the bowl and brought it in front of his face. He lifted his mouth away from womanhood and tilted the spoon on its side. The glob of jelly slid off the spoon and landed on her vulva. He took the spoon and then spread the jelly all over her lips. The heat of her passion quickly softened it and made it ooze down between her lips.

He let the spoon drop into the bowl with a clink then attacked her sex with his mouth again. He pressed his mouth hard to her lips. She arched her back to force him deeper but he kept her pressed to the table. His tongue snaked inside her and he licked the soft walls of her love tunnel. He reached around and rubbed her clit with his finger as his tongue moved in and out of her love well. 

Her button was hard with arousal. His finger slowly drew circles around it as he began to help her towards orgasm. She was now thrusting with the rhythm of his finger. As she pushed with her hips, he sank his tongue deeper inside her. He started licking her lips, savoring the taste of her nectar mixed with the sweetness of the jelly. His tongue ran wild around her yoni as licked up the jelly, across her lips, down her lips, between her lips. He sucked and licked as she drew closer and closer to cumming.

His tongue was at the bottom of her sex and he still tasted jelly. His tongue went lower, licking the very sensitive skin just below her lips. She gasped and exhaled with a moan as he pressed his tongue to massage her perineum. He moved his tongue in time with his finger. Her breath was coming in pants and gasps now. She let go of the table and reached up to grab her legs behind the knees. She then pulled her legs farter apart so his tongue could roam unhindered throughout her entire sex. 

He licked and sucked the jelly from her skin. His fingers teased her clit. She cried out and orgasmed with a fury. She grunted as his finger rubbed her love button and squealed as his tongue tickled her where the jelly had dripped. And her nectar flowed out and down to his tongue. Her body convulsed at the new and total sensations she was feeling. And it seemed she was cumming forever.

Her body finally started relaxing and she felt the sexual exhaustion come over her. Her breathing returned to normal, almost. Her hips stopped thrusting. But her body still shivered as his tongue still ticked her. She could stand it no longer. Her brain needed recuperation time. She let her legs drop to the table and he took this hint and lifted his head. The look that passed between them was more love than words can describe. 

He stood up and gripped her legs beneath her knee in the same spot her own hands had been. He backed up a couple steps, pulling her to the edge of table as he did so. Hooking her legs under his arms, he pushed his boxers to the floor, and then he lifted her legs and rested her calves on his shoulders He stepped forward and pressed the head of his shaft to her still hot lips. With almost no exertion, he slid easily inside her. He sighed and just held himself there for a moment then slowly pulled out. But he knew he couldn't hold back the inevitable, but he wanted to enjoy this feeling as long as he could. In and out, with a slow rhythm he loved her, pausing for a moment each time he was completely inside. 

She lay there, still recovering from her orgasm, rocking against his thrusts, as they got stronger and quicker as he neared his own orgasm. He no longer paused at the end of a thrust and he pushed back in quicker. Soon his hips were smacking against her butt cheeks as he thrust deep inside her. He held on to her legs to keep from pushing her back onto the table. Faster and faster he pounded, grunting now with each thrust. 

He moaned and rammed his shaft deep inside as the orgasm swept through him. He jerked out and thrust deeply inside again. "Unnggh!" He felt himself explode inside her. Again and again he felt the cum surge through his shaft to spurt into her deepest sex. Now as he was on the downside of the orgasm, he once again paused momentarily at the end of each thrust. 

As he recovered, he reached down, around her back, and helped her to sit up, being careful no to let his staff leave her yoni. Then he kissed her. And she returned the kiss with equal passion. And he accentuated his kiss by moving his hips ever so slightly.

"I do believe," he said after pulling his lips from hers., "that that was the best breakfast you've ever put on the table in front of me." 

"It was fun, wasn't it?" She replied. "This is a fun little outfit you got me. We'll have to play with it some more." 

And as the husband and wife kissed again, his hips began moving in bigger and bigger motions.



Maid to Order



Mary Sanchez felt self conscious in the little maids outfit, for all that she had been wearing it for a week now. The middle aged Hispanic woman was not used to dressing very sexy, and the maids uniform she had been given fit tightly to her mature, lush body, especially clinging to her round, firm ass and large, d cup titties. Even with the top button all the way fastened, the uniform left a good hint of cleavage available.

The two young men standing on the front porch were staring holes in the tight little outfit; they were both young black men, perhaps as old as her daughter, who was eighteen. Not much older than that, but they made up for it with their bold eyes.

The middle aged maid blushed as she handed the larger of the two, Rex, the key to the garage where the yard equipment was kept. The house did not have the master there yet, but the rest of the crew was arriving, and these two young black men had been hired to care for the lawn.

They were both good looking, Mary thought as the men walked away. They had strong, bold, handsome faces, and each stood at least four inches over six feet. Mary was only 5'6, and in the heels she was still quite a bit shorter than the two men.

The maid went about straightening the house, unaware that Rex and his assistant Pete were talking about her luscious body, and the way her firm, round breasts filled out the maids uniform., the way the outfit showed off her slightly curved belly and her wide, luscious hips flowing into her plump, firm ass.

Mary missed her husband. He was a merchant marine, and was away on a four month cruise. She had taken this job in the meantime, to make up for some unforeseen expenses. She looked out the back window an hour later, and saw both the young men hard at work in the back yard. They had shed their shirts, and were now dressed only in shorts.

Mary stared down at the sweating young men, and swallowed, her throat suddenly thick and her breath coming hard. She realized she was squeezing her right breast, and then stepped away from the window. 

She did not notice one of the boys peering up at the window.

Another couple hours passed. Ms. Filmore, the head mistress of the house, peered at her over her glasses. 'I'm going to town, dear," she said. "Will you please check on the yard boys?"

"Yes, of course, Ms. Filmore," Mary said softly. The older woman nodded sharply. She was in her forties, but like Mary she looked much younger than she was. Her breasts were not quite as large as Mary's but they were nice and firm, about the size of grapefruits.

Mary Sanchez's tummy churned slightly as she walked to the back yard. She heard splashing, and walked around the corner of the garden to see the two young men splashing around in the pool.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, aghast that they would be in the pool. 

"We're coolin' off," Rex said. His nearly black eyes cut into hers. "We're done with the yard," he said.

Mary nodded – it did look very good, they had just had to finish up today.

"Well, get out of the pool right now. It's not what you should be doing to cool off," Mary said. She felt a trickle of sweat run from the fine, silky skin of her throat down her generous cleavage. She was uncomfortably aware of the boys staring at her again, eyes hard with lust. Mary shivered slightly. She had not had men stare at her like that since before she was married.

For some reason she did not move, but stood there staring at the boys. She realized she was studying their bodies as well. Both of them had well defined torsos, thick with muscle, and wide shoulders. Rex had the bigger arms, but both of them looked as though their arms were almost the size of her slim thighs.

They stepped up the stairs, and Mary realized quite suddenly that the boys did not have on any clothes at all. Both of their penis' were suddenly visible, both of them half hard and unbelievably large!

Her husband's cock, when fully hard, was only five inches. She caught herself staring, and looked away from the two boys. "Get your clothes on, and you can see yourselves out," she said in a stammering voice. The image of the boy's fat tools was burned in her minds eye. Sammy's was larger, even half soft he was ten inches long. Rex was not far behind at about eight inches, and both of the boys rods were as big around as her wrist, with Rex's perhaps a bit fatter.

"Yes, I think that's best," she said, and went towards the pool house. She opened the door, and stepped inside, and then gasped as she realized the boys were right behind her, both of them still naked.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Sanchez, you looked like you never seen a cock before," Rex said, following her into the pool house. Mary Sanchez glanced at the boy, and then made a small sound in her throat as her eyes dropped helplessly to his stiff penis. It was now a good ten inches, and at least as thick as her wrist. The woman could not believe both the boys were standing there naked, as though it did not matter. Although, she had to admit he seemed genuinely concerned for her. He reached out and touched her arm. She automatically backed away, and bumped into the bar behind her. 

Sammy, the other man, was a good three inches taller than Rex. Poor Mary Sanchez could not help noticing that he was at least an inch longer also. "Umm, look, guys, we may have got off on the wrong foot," she started to say, but Sammy interrupted her.

"Yo, bitch, I got this hardon because a you, prancing around in that little outfit!" the bigger man snarled down at her, and for the first time a worm of fear uncoiled in Mary's taut, slightly rounded tummy.

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. For some reason, she was uncomfortably aware of how large her breasts looked in the tight maids outfit; she was uncomfortably aware of the fact that her stubby nipples were starting to itch and stiffen.

She blushed red when Rex noticed this too. "Hey, look at this!" he exclaimed, and then was reaching out. He gripped the stiffening bud in his thumb and forefinger, and began tugging and twisting on it gently.

Mary stared down at the boy's hand, and then looked up into his wide, handsome face. She saw not a speck of mercy there. There would be no telling what these boys were capable of, she told herself. His hard, strong fingers kept twisting and pulling on her stiffening nipple, and Mary sighed and shifted slightly. 

"Rex, I . . . ohn, I really wish you would stop touching me like that," she gasped softly. She reached up, and laid a hand flat on his naked chest as he pulled harder on her pulsing nipple. Both her breasts felt swollen and sensitive, and she let out another large gasp as Sammy reached up with his hand. He cupped her left breast in his right hand, and instead of pinching and twisting just the nipple he began kneading the whole firm, silky soft globe.

Mary thought her eyes were going to roll up into the back of her head. She was scared to make too much of a fuss. She did not know why, for the boys had made no threat against her. She was just afraid of what might happen if she actually showed too much resistance.

She gamely told herself she should be able to talk her way out of anything, that they would in all likelihood just feel her up for a few minutes and then leave. That's what she told herself as she found herself leaning harder against the desk behind her. She felt herself lift her other hand up, and then it was pressed against Sammy's hot, muscular chest.

"Why don't your husband feel these big titties up for you, bitch?" Rex asked coldly, and then he was squeezing a big handful of her breast as well, lifting and kneading the heaving, soft 

globe and then once more concentrating on her stiff nipple. 

"My, I mean, he does, when he's home! Ohnnnn, oh, ohn, please guys, maybe you should just not touch me there. It, it makes me . . . ohhnnnn, my, unh!"

"It makes you what, Mrs. Sanchez?" Sammy asked, leaning down and nuzzling her slim, silky throat. "Doe sit make you all wet?" he whispered into her ear.

"So, why isn't your husband home, Mrs. Sanchez?" Rex was saying. He was back again to pinching and twisting her nipple. He saw Sammy's mouth open on the woman's throat, and heard his man whispering something to her. 

"Umm, he's . . . he's in the merchant marines," Mary said finally. She was getting used to the fact that the boys were squeezing her big, sensitive, heaving breasts. They were sending the most unwanted pulses throughout her lithe, firm body. She had the soft, sweetly rounded ass of a mature woman, but all the tautness of a woman that worked out religiously, and she gasped and moaned when Sammy's other hand slipped around and began kneading her firm buttocks.

"How long is he going to be gone?" Rex asked. Sammy was still nuzzling her fine neck, and Rex could not help but notice how she had her head tilted slightly, giving him more room to kiss and lick the silky skin.

"Ohn, god, Sammy, I . . . Ohn, umm, about four or five months this time, I guess," Mary finally said, feeling as though she were betraying her husband.

She felt first Sammy's hand on her wrist, forcing her hand downwards, and then her palm was drawing across the man's fat, thick hardon. It felt like a bolt of electricity went off when the fat piece of meat came in contact with her soft, sweaty palm. Before the middle-aged maid knew what was happening, her long, slim fingers were wrapping around the fat penis. It felt so different from her husbands! It felt so hard!

Mary blushed when she caught herself wondering what something that large and hard would feel like in her tight wet little pussy, and she could not stop the urge to squeeze Sammy's cock.

"There you go, you can jerk us off while we feel your big titties up for you," Rex said. Mary glanced at him, blushing furiously, but did not say anything when he guided her hand to his fat, rock hard piece of meat. She began running her sweaty, hot hands up and down the fat length's of cock. Her head felt curiously light as the boys continued to caress and knead her firm breasts. Mary's breath grew short in her throat from the sensations the boys were creating with their naughty hands, from the feel of Sammy's hot, wet mouth nuzzling at the silky skin of her neck 

"Yeah, you like that shit, don't you, bitch?" Rex said. Mary glared at him, but then Sammy's mouth was moving against hers. She tried to no avail to twist her mouth away, but his lips seemed to capture hers, and then his tongue was spearing into her defenseless mouth.

"Unhh, um, umn, umnhhh!" Mary gasped and moaned softly as Sammy frenched her, and no sooner than he had finished Rex was leaning in, and kissing her wetly as well. At some point Mary became vaguely aware that someone was unfastening the buttons of her uniform. She somehow wrenched her mouth away from Rex's, and then stared stupidly as Sammy continued to casually unfasten the buttons of her uniform. Already, her skimpy half-cup bra was visible, her fat stubby nipples right at the edge of the cup. 

Mary blushed red, but she kept her hands moving slowly up and down the two fat dicks. Both of her hands were smeared slightly with precum now, and it was making this strange scene even weirder.

She was beginning to wonder how far the boys would go. Surely they were just joking with her, unfastening a few buttons!

But Sammy continued down the line, unfastening th small fixtures with fingers that were surprisingly graceful. Already her slightly curved tummy was visible, and then she forgot about what Sammy was doing as Rex reached inside her loosened uniform and cupped one of her large, round, almost naked breasts.

A long, low moan was torn from the middle-aged wife's throat. "Ohn, god, your hand feels so fucking hot!" Mary cried out softly, and then gasped again as Sammy's long fingers were suddenly exploring her skimpy, silk panties. Mary's mouth sagged open from the feel of his hard fingers through the silk. He pushed her already wet panties up into her crack, and just as she was about to protest, his hand moved in just such a way, rolling her protruding clit against the edge of his finger. "Ohn, oh my, Ahhh," Mary moaned softly, and bit her teeth as she quite suddenly jerked. She was supporting herself on the desk with her arms, and could not help but roll her hips against Sammy's magic hand. She knew what she was doing was evil, she was cheating on her husband.

But no, they had just kissed her and touched her a bit, and ohhnnn, she moaned to herself, is this fucking orgasm ever going to stop?

At some point she realized that Rex had pulled one of her bra cups down and was sucking wetly on her stiff, sensitive nipple. She realized also, some time later, that the two boys had somehow peeled her dress all the way off of her slim arms, till she was dressed in just her half bra and panties.

Sammy lifted her suddenly, till she was sitting on the desk. He stepped between her legs before she could close them all the way. She looked around, but Rex had suddenly disappeared. "You got some beautiful breasts, Mrs. Sanchez. Do you mind if I feel them up a little bit? And then I'll let you go."

Mary was staring down at his penis. She started when she felt his fingers grazing over her curved, sexy belly. Her skin twitched, and she bit back a gasp. "What will you do if I don't want to let you?"

"I don't know about that, Mary," Sammy said. She was staring at his fat cock. He turned slightly so his huge cock head, slick with precum, was brushing her thigh. Mary bit back another gasp, and spread her legs a bit further apart, then realized she had been tricked as he stepped further between her thighs.

His hands slid from her belly upwards till her was gently cupping her breasts through the thin silk bra. "Ohnnn, my god, I didn't have a chance to . . to . . . Ohhnnn, fuck, what are you doing to me, Sammy?" she gasped. 

Mary Sanchez did not know what came over her. She had always been a very virtuous woman, had always been able to keep her evil urges at bay. But there was something going on today – her head was buzzing as though she had been drinking, and she simply stared down at his hands as he began lifting her firm, solid breasts and started kneading them gently. Mary's breath caught in her throat as she felt his bulbous cockhead rubbing her pussy right through her thin panties.

Mary leaned harder against her arms, and bit her lower lip as Sammy's hands continued to squeeze and caress her sensitive titmounds. She was starting to breath heavier, and she was starting to realize she could not ignore the way the man's huge, bulbous cock head was pushing her sheer panties into her wet, pouting cuntlips. 

"Slide your panties to the side," Sammy whispered against her neck. He did something with his hands, and then he was squeezing and cupping her suddenly freed breasts. Mary let out a long, low keening wail, and without thinking she followed his directions, reaching up with her left hand and grabbing her panties, then pulling them to one side.

They were both watching what she was doing with her hand intently. Sammy smiled to himself. She was right on the edge of the desk, and her big plump pussy lips were pouting outward, already covered in her juices. He looked over and saw Rex with the video camera. Sammy grinned hugely for the lens, and then was moving forward. 

Mary gasped loudly as the boys fat, bulbous cockhead came in contact with her shaved pussy lips. She bit her lip as he dipped slightly, and then rose up and forward. "Uhhhhhnnnn, whaaaaaa, ohn, Sammy, I didn't say you could fuck your cock into me!" Mary cried. She could not tear her eyes away from the sight of the huge, young black cock bulling its way into her sopping, tight pussy. Despite her protests, she was doing nothing to try to get away from the boy.

Sammy rocked forward, and another inch of his cockshaft sank into the beauties tight, tight pussy. Mary Sanchez let out a long, slow breath. The thing felt impossibly large as it pushed at the walls of her tight pussy, but Mary blushed when she realized she was stretching to fit the monster cock – and that the reason she was stretching was because her pussy was wetter and hotter than it had ever been in her life.

"Ohhnn, god, uhnn, ummmm," Mary gasped helplessly. She was leaning back on her arms now, lying much closer to being flat, and she watched with wide eyes as Sammy gathered her thick, muscular thighs in his big arms. He lifted them straight in the air, and at the same time rocked forward again. 

All pretense at nonchalance was shattered as Mary cried out loudly. She could not stop the viscous urge to buck and grind her hips against the boys slow, strong thrusts. Her body jerked in orgasmic betrayal; the feelings rushing through her body were turning her into a slut, that's all there was to it! She realized dimly, and then quit thinking of anything as the soft, unbearably strong waves of the orgasm rushed over her.

Mary twitched and cried out as her lithe, lush body pulsed with pure pleasure that stretched time like an elastic band. Finally, she realized she was having two or three orgasms in a row, and then she realized that Sammy had withdrawn his fat prick from her dripping, abused pussy.

Mary laid all the way back on the table, her legs still splayed. She had thought the boys were gone when she felt someone gripping her arm, helping er to her feet. Mary blinked at Sammy as he guddher towards the couch. She felt his stiff penis against her belly, and reached out till she was gripping it in her small, sweaty hand. The fat shaft was still wet with her juices. Mary looked at the young man as he sat on the couch, and then blinked at him as he pulled her to her kneesa between his legs. 

"You know what I want you to do?" he said softly, trailing her jawbone with his thick thumb. The he rubbed it over her lips. Mary was uncomfortably aware that she was still almost completely naked. Her small panties had settled somewhat, and her fist was still wrapped around the man's penis.

She slowly leaned forward, and began licking at the hard, silky smooth piece of meat trapped in her fist. "I should never have let you fuck me," she said in a strange voice, and then was ovalling her lips, and sinking her mouth down around his stiff tool. 

Sammy watched with a delighted grin as the housekeeper began sucking softly on his fat, leaking shaft. Her tanned face looked gorgeous, stretched out of shape around his glistening penis. He reached out, and rubbed her shoulder as she began bobbing her head up and down, taking six inches of his straining meat into her hungrily sucking mouth.

Mary tried to ignore the fact that she was giving this young punk a world class blowjob; she was making slurping sounds, and had to constantly keep swallowing to keep up with the amount of precum leaking from his shaft.

It felt so different to be doing this with a large penis. Her husbands cock was so small, she had never really realized how fulfilling this perverted act could be with a tool the right size, stretching her face out, making her feel whole!

She managed to slurp another inch inside the wet, juicy ring of her lips, and began jacking the base of his cock with her other hand. She felt his heavy body jerk and buck again, and smiled to herself when he cried out. Then his fat cock erupted in her mouth, and she was taken by surprise at the amount of jizz coming from his stiff dick.

She swallowed without thought, but even so some of the stuff leaked from the corner of her mouth and dripped to the rug.

She felt someone behind her, and looked over her shoulder to see Rex kneeling beside, her, totally naked. His chest and arms were thick with muscle, and his fat hard cock was poking outward like an angry spear. 

Mary felt his hand trail along the small of her back, and then he was squeezing her lush ass cheeks. "Oh, Rex!" she sighed, and leaned harder against the couch in front of her as Sammy slipped out from under her.




Maid to Order



Mary blushed red, and then let out a long, low moan as Rex's hand moved suddenly over her pussy. He pushed the slick folds of her panties deep into her still sopping cunt, and then was rubbing the edge of his hand against her swollen clitoris, rubbing the silk over it. 

"Ohhnnnnnn, fuck!" she sighed deeply, and leaned her head harder against her arms. A tremor swept through her body as Rex pulled her panties to one side again, and began screwing first one and then two long, thick fingers in and out of her spasming box..

Mary grunted, and she shook her head as she began moving her hips, swaying her tight pussy against Rex's magic hand. Then she froze as she suddenly felt his fingers leave her pussy. His slick finger tip pushed against the tight ring of her anus, and Mary gasped and shivered as her muscle resisted, and then gave into the tip of his greasy finger.

Mary was panting heavily now, and she gasped and looked around, startled as Rex's other hand slipped down her belly and once again began teasing and rubbing her hard little clit, this time with his bare fingers, for she realized they had slipped under her panties.

"Ahhnnnn," she moaned softly, and bit her lip as she rocked involuntarily, accidentally pushing her tight asshole backwards so that more of his finger slipped inside her. "Ohn, no, that's disgusting, Rex, please, just fuck me the normal way, please, OK?" she asked.

"Alright, come over here and climb on top of me," Rex said, and then he was stretching out on the floor, a perfect specimen of manhood. His body was thick with defined muscle, his face open and intelligent. Mary crawled over to him, and hen straddled him without instruction. She pushed her wet pussy against his torso, just above where his fat prick stood out from his body, and then she bent over and began kissing the man sensuously, battling his tongue with her own. And all the time, Sammy stood above them, and zeroed in on the action with the video camera. 

He recorded Mary's panties being stripped away by Rex, recorder how she slid herself over his fat prick, and then angled her hips and trapped the bulbous head in the pouting lips of her vagina. 

Mary bit her lip, and looked down into Rex's face with a serious expression as she began screwing herself onto his massive cock. It felt huge bulling its way into her tight pussy. Mary moved her hips, letting out small grunts of agitation as she began raising and lowering her body. "Ahhhh, ohhnnn, I can't believe I'm doing this!" Mary said softly. Her pussy was really wet now, and she finally sank all the way onto Rex's stiff boner. "Uhnnnnnmmmm," she groaned loudly as she got off, and ground herself against him, mashing her protruding clit into his pelvis while she ground her pussy down around his fat cock.

Mary felt the man playing with her asshole again, and then he was once again screwing his finger into her ass. For some reason it felt better this time. It was still slick with some type of goo, and Mary screamed louder as she burst into another orgasm.

Rex was bucking underneath her, fucking her as hard as she was now fucking him. He grunted, and they both heard a car pull up outside the pool area as he jerked and shot his load deep into Mary's belly. 'Fuck!" he muttered, over and over again, and then said it one more time as he hurriedly pulled on his shorts. Mary had barely gotten herself straightened up when the two pool boys walked into the pool area.

Both Sammy and Rex had slipped out the other side of the poolhouse.



Maid to Order Around



I was twenty credits shy of graduating college when my parents cut me off financially. I had been spending too much time with my friends and boyfriend and my grades worsened. I dismissed the threats as idle as I continued to party and skip out on class. Winter mid-term grades were posted and my dad called to give me the ultimatum. I promised him an improvement and borrowed two thousand dollars in the process. My boyfriend broke up with me and I continued to drink heavily. A month later I was put on academic probation but it didn't matter. My parents had put me on academic probation long before that and I didn't improve. My only choice was to find a job and a place to live or move back home. 

My childhood had been way too sheltered and repressive and there was no way I would move in with my parents after getting a liberated taste of living at college. I remained near the college with some friends in their rented house and began to passively look for work. Finding a job would prove difficult in my small college town and the money that I'd borrowed had dwindled to nothing. My credit cards quickly reached a maximum and bills were mounting. Soon my house mates were preparing to leave town for the summer and I needed a place to stay. I found a couple places but couldn't afford the cost of moving and decided to squat for as long as I could. The landlords spent the first two weeks of summer maintaining the house and I would return at night to sleep. I slept in one morning and was greeted by the dismayed couple standing over me. They were unreasonably mad and demanded I leave or else the police would be notified.

The next two weeks was misery as I slept in my car behind the administration building. I made every attempt to find work and then came across a promising ad looking for a domestic assistant. The room was free and I was given a five hundred dollar weekly stipend. That was better than anything I'd hoped for and I called immediately.

"My name is Justine and I'm calling to find out if you still have a position open," I said.

A woman with a low, almost whispered voice replied,

"Yes, we do. Can you be here in an hour?"

"I sure can," I responded.

"212 Cedar Street." 

"I'll be there in..." - click-

The phone hung up before I could finish.

That was strange.

I went to the athletic facility and showered before putting on a skirt and jacket; my only somewhat wrinkle-free clothes.

I drove past a driveway with a '212' on the brick pillar. I parked a block from the driveway so no one would see my car stuffed with my worldly possessions. They would not have seen it anyway considering I had to walk through a gate up a driveway that winded up a grassy slope to a large home I'd never noticed before. I rang the bell and waited for a minute before ringing it again. I was about to look in a window to see what the inside was like when the door opened. A tall woman looked me over as she stepped back to welcome me inside. 

"Come on in, Justine," a woman in her mid-forties exclaimed.

I was surprised she remembered my name as I walked into the big entryway. 

"I'm Sage. I'll be your boss, so to speak."

"Happy to meet you," I said.

"My husband isn't well and we need someone to be here around the clock to satisfy his needs. I'm not always here so if there's an emergency or something you'll be able to help. Does that sound okay?"

"Well, yes. I have some first aid training but I am not a nurse," I said.

"That's okay. If you're good company and able to dial 9-1-1 then you've got the job," she replied.

"Great!" was my only response.

"There will be a lot of down time so if you feel you would like to take on chores then please say so. We'll compensate you well. I'll give you a tour and let you decide," she said. 

We walked from room to room and then upstairs. The house was three stories with a basement and an old elevator. 

"Where is your husband?" I asked.

"He should be here any time."

I wondered where he was and how sick he'd become. It was a major surprise when a fit, seventy year old man walked in the front door wearing a golf outfit. 

He said nothing to us as he stepped into the elevator and was whisked up to his room.

"Was that your husband?"

"That's him," she replied.

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I would not be required to feed or bathe the man. He seemed self sufficient and I was already wondering how I could get more money out of this job.

"Do you mind wearing a uniform for this position? It is one thing we will require if you are to be an employee of this estate."

"A uniform?" I asked. "That will be okay."

"We will pay you cash on a weekly basis and there will not be any paperwork to fill out. If you are injured or have special needs, we will pay that out of pocket. Is that all right with you?" she asked.

"Great!" is all I could say. 

"Follow me to my den," she insisted.

We walked to her office on the second floor and she closed the door behind me. She walked to her desk and pulled out a small leather binder and flipped it open. She wrote something down then looked up. 

"Please undress, Justine."

I was sort of shocked by this and tilted my head to show my lack of comprehension.

"Please take off your clothes so I can measure you for the uniform," she said calmly.

"Oh, okay. I...I could easily give you my measurements," I stammered.

"This needs to be exact," she said as she uncoiled a measuring tape. 

I removed my jacket and set it over the chair and then unzipped my skirt. I dropped it to the floor but remembered to pick it up and set it over the chair. I stood there waiting in my nylon shirt and panties.

"Justine, don't make me ask you again!" she said with arms crossed.

I was not wearing a bra and my skin tight shirt would not have added to my measurements in the least. She wanted me to stand there naked.

I began to lift my shirt and paused for her approval as the fabric was about to inch over my nipples. She nodded and I pulled the garment over my head. My boobs bounced as they were freed and I brought my forearm up to catch and cover them. Sage stood there with arms crossed and waiting.

I reached with my free hand and tugged my panties down on my left side and then my right. I still covered my boobs and managed to shimmy out of the panties before setting them on the chair. 

Sage looked me up and down with wide eyes and moved in behind me to begin the measurement. 

She measured my calves and thighs and then my hips. She pulled the tape around my waist and then stopped to pull my arms to the side. I waited as she wrote down the numbers.

Her warm hands surprised me as they reached from behind and cupped my boobs and released. She repeatedly cupped them and rubbed my nipples until they were hardened knobs. I gasped and became light headed as my mind raced. The tape stretched over the tips of my nipples as she pulled it tight around my back. 

"Nice," she whispered.

She measured my shoulders, arms and neck before pulling the tape around my forehead and measuring my head.

"Why...why are you getting my hat size?" I nervously chuckled.

I told you. You will be wearing a uniform. Your uniform includes a hat. Well, a hood, really."

My knees began to shake slightly as I mustered the courage to ask another question.

"This uniform...It's not a typical uniform, is it?" I quivered.

"You're right, Justine. It is not your typical uniform but it is one that my husband requires and you will accommodate him, wont you?"

"I will," I replied as the thought of sleeping in my car and being destitute clouded my decision making process.

"You will be rewarded handsomely," added Sage. "We will also modify your behavior if you do not perform adequately. Don't worry, you'll be told when improvements are needed."

I continued to stand there naked as Sage walked back to her desk. I wondered when she was going to let me dress but hadn't the courage to take the initiative myself. 

Sage spoke to herself as she wrote in her book.

"Five-four. Thirty four - twenty six - forty. What is your cup size?" she asked as she looked up.

"B-cup," I responded as I once again covered my boobs.

"Did I say to cover your breasts?" she snapped. "Get your arms down!"

"Ma'am, may I put my clothes back on?"

"No. I don't want to see you in those rags again. We'll go get your uniform in just a second."

I stood there for another minute or two as Sage closed her desk and led me to the door. It was one thing for me to stand there naked but she now expected me to walk through the house without clothes. 

"Follow me this way," she ordered.

I walked behind her as we descended the stairs and on to the main level. I was mortified to find two men sitting in the living room having a drink with the husband and I stopped before they could see us walk past. Just then Sage turned around and grabbed my arm. She forcefully pulled me past her and out in the open before striking my bottom hard with an open hand. I was so embarrassed as the men stopped and looked our direction. We kept walking to the kitchen and to a changing room where Sage opened a locked cabinet. There were numerous rubber-looking outfits and a drawer full of accessories that filled the cabinet. Without saying anything, Sage looked at her notes and pulled a variety of items out and gave them to me. 

"Here is your skirt. Here is your top and hood; one piece. Here are your leggings and shoes."

She handed me some more items I thought were extra leggings.

"Those are gauntlet gloves," she reminded me.

In spite of the many items she gave me, there was not much in the way of coverage.

"You'll need this can of powder. It makes dressing easier and absorbs sweat. I'll help you dress just this once and then you're on your own. If anything should tear it will come out of your pay. This stuff is not cheap and adds up quickly. Ruin more than one suit and you'll be punished."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Things were getting weird and I wondered what else she had in store for me. She handed me the powder and I poured a little in my palm. I dabbed it on my side before she grabbed the can and began dumping it down the front of my body. Her hands rubbed and groped my legs and butt as my body began to turn a chalky white.

"Cover your body with it and do it quickly!" she barked.

I started rubbing my arms and boobs when I felt her powdered hand rub my pussy and inner thighs. My legs automatically shut around her hand but released when she shot an angry look at my eyes.

Her hands kept working me over and she told me to hand her the leggings. I carefully picked out the two items and she guided my toes into the end. 

She tugged and then rolled them up the length of my leg before repeating the process to my other leg. They felt like heavy duty pantyhose but felt cool and somewhat restrictive. The knee-length skirt was not so difficult as it slid up my thighs and gripped my waist. It was not unlike any of my skirts in length but the rubber was something to get used to. 

"You've got a good ten or so pounds to lose," commented Sage.

I stood there as she walked around behind me and pulled my hair into a tight ponytail. Her hands yanked my hair for a minute as I steadied my balance.

I was glad to hear a rubber band snap and hold my hair in place.

There was a pause and I turned to see her grabbing a set of shears and scissors. 

"What are those for?" I asked.

"You can't wear the hood and hair at the same time, darling. Your hair must go."

I began to hyperventilate as I heard and felt the sickening crunch as my ponytail was removed from my head. 

"Oh, no! All of it?" I begged.

"Yes! Now shut up and hold still!"

The uncut length of my hair fell to the side and my new bangs were quickly removed and on the floor in front of me. I sobbed to myself as the quick snips subsided and the electric shears took over. I couldn't help but bring my hands to my scalp to find nothing but stubble in place of my soft brown locks. 

"No one will see your head! You'll have the uniform on while you're here," she said with a hint of consolation.

"This isn't what I signed up for!" I shot back.

"Don't argue with me you little bitch! That's your final warning. Now raise your arms."

I lifted my arms over my head as she stretched the top in place. There was a gaping hole above my boobs that left very little to the imagination. The support gave them the perfect amount of squeeze but I felt I was in constant danger of falling out. 

"Here are your gloves. I'm done helping you," she said.

I pulled them up and beyond my elbows.

"Try these on," said Sage as she handed me a pair of medium heeled shoes. "If they don't feel right I'll get you another."

The shoes were too big and she quickly handed me the right pair.

I stood and looked myself over and wondered what I'd gotten myself into. 

The hood framed my face and made turning my head a challenge. 

"Are you ready for duty, Justine?"

"I guess. Where do I start?" I asked.

"First, clean up this powder," she said as she pointed to the floor. 

"Go out and stand next to my husband. Address him as 'sir'. You don't need to know his name. He'll tell you if he needs something. If he doesn't need anything, that doesn't mean you are dismissed. Remain standing there until he tells you specifically you're dismissed. Otherwise consider that your post."

"I'll be standing all day?" I asked.

"No, there will be times when you're not," Sage said in a sarcastic way.

I wasn't sure what that meant as she led me down the hall.

"My panties. I forgot them upstairs, Sage,"

"That's not part of your uniform. I will lend you a thong when you need it."

Lend? I've never borrowed anyone's clothes let alone their underwear. I felt naked without my panties and, for the most part, was naked.

We walked into the living room. 

"Gentlemen, this is Justine. She is here to serve."

I walked over to the sitting husband and stood next to him. I could sense I was being visually undressed by the men as the conversation came to a halt. 

"Sir, can I get you anything?" I asked

"Water," was all that he said.

I walked away to get his water when I realized that was all that he was going to say. 

When I returned the conversation stopped once again.

"Here's your water, sir."

The man took the glass of water from my hand and quickly tossed the water in my face. I jumped back as water streamed from my face and down my top between my boobs. I pulled on the bottom of my top to let the water escape when the man shouted, "Not on the carpet, you whore! Clean that up!"

I was almost in tears as I ran to get a towel and returned to find the men hadn't moved an inch. One of them smirked as I'm sure he'd seen this before. I crouched over to blot the water when I felt a cold hand inching its way up the inside of my leg. I didn't respond except to shift away and continue cleaning. I was on my hands and knees wiping up what seemed like a gallon of water when my boob fell out of the top. I stopped for a second to squeeze it back in and continue working when both boobs fell out. I gritted my teeth knowing it was futile and the top didn't function in this position. 

My heart pounded as I thought of what I could do to correct the situation. There wasn't much to do once I heard the buckle of the man's belt. I stopped scrubbing and strained in my rubber to turn and look. 

"Lift your skirt!"

"What? Why?" I pleaded.

"NOW!"

His strident voice startled me as I struggled to grab the hem. The rubber tended to roll on itself and soon my skirt was around my waist. 

My bare bottom and boobs were exposed as I found myself bracing for the lash of this old man's belt. He took his time pulling the belt from the loops and wrapped the end around his clenched knuckles. 

"SAGE!" he screamed.

"SAGE!"

I could hear her hastily walking towards us and soon was in the room. 

*SMACK*

The man had wound up and laid his belt across my butt as hard as he'd swing a driver. He was ruthless and mean as he flogged me a dozen or more times with the belt. 

"You little whore!" How dare you turn a blind eye to my guest's needs."

*SMACK*

I was sobbing and reached to block the blows with my hand. The sting of the leather over my hand was unbearable as I curled my arms under my breasts. My bottom was raised even higher with my arms against my body and then the whipping stopped. 

"Stand her up," he said.

I was pulled to my feet and dragged and bent over a large credenza. There was the sound of zippers and buttons as the men and woman prepared for my ordeal. Sage was at her husband's side in front of me and pulling his cock from his slacks. His cock was rock hard as he guided it to my face and to my lips. I clenched my teeth but relented when I felt a blow to the side of my head. Sage held my arms taut as a gentleman behind me began to slide his cock in and out of my pussy. The other gentleman stood next to Sage and watched. Soon both cocks were banging away both ends in cadence. Sage had even hiked up her skirt and was fingering her snatch when her husband's friend began to bang away at her. The cock sliding in and out of my mouth grew especially rigid as the man began to come down my throat and decided to pull out and blow the rest of his semen in my face. The man's friend pulled out of Sage and slid his member in my mouth seconds before he, too, came with a vengeance. 

I was humiliated and exhausted as the stranger behind me finished himself off and pulled out. I had no idea who these people were that had just violated me. The embarrassment was the worse thing as I stood up with the dress around my waist and my boobs hanging out. My shaking hands tucked my boobs back into the top and I pulled my skirt back into place. 

"Now, let's try again," the man said.

Everyone was returning to their seats as Sage left the room. I stood waiting. 

"Can I get anything for you, sir?" I said as I trembled.

The man looked straight ahead. I couldn't believe his friend had just banged his wife and he was just sitting here thinking about what he wanted to drink.

"Water."

"Okay," I replied. "Would you gentlemen care for anything? 

"Scotch, please," said one. "Me, too," said the other. 

I walked out of the room as a bead of semen dripped down the inside of my legging and also down my chin. My heart pounded as I made my way into the kitchen and into the pantry. The silence was in contrast to the orgy of only minutes before. I crouched down to grab a box of liquor and could hear the rubber of my uniform stretch and creek. The sound was arousing as was the way the rubber flexed and grabbed at my skin with every move. This was an unforeseen and defining moment as I noticed my hard nipple peeking out of my dress as the other one stretched the rubber. With a minor tug at my dress, my other nipple surfaced. As I selected a bottle and put the box away my boobs fell out of my dress completely. I grew frustrated and extremely horny at the same time and then I heard someone behind me. I froze before tucking my boobs in and turned around. Sage was standing in the kitchen watching me but didn't say a word. 

I nervously filled the glasses and put them on a tray. 

"Hurry up," she said as I was leaving the kitchen.

I brought the drinks in to the men and they accepted gracefully.

I was relieved especially when the old man said I was dismissed. I returned to the kitchen and put the empty tray next to the sink. I pulled a glass out of the cupboard and proceeded to pour myself a glass of water. I washed my mouth out and then quenched my thirst with a second glass of water.

Suddenly I felt Sage press her body against my back. Her hands were bold as one cupped my left boob and the other smoothed the fabric around my hips. I froze and tried to breathe slowly.




Maid to Order Around



"Relax, Justine," she said as her knee rose between my legs. 

I could feel her leg cross in front of mine and up and down. Soon both of her hands were lifting at my hem and once again lifted my skirt above my hips. I was still facing the sink clutching a glass as Sage lowered herself down to my buttocks and rubbed the front of my thighs with her hands. I shook as my arousal was getting the best of me. I naturally resisted her prying hand as she drove her face between my butt cheeks. Her hand pressed firmly against my back as she coaxed me to lean over and spread my legs. I was grasping the glass with both hands when I felt her tongue caress my labia that sent shivers down my spine. I leaned a forward a little bit more and gave her more access to my longing pussy as both of her hands pleasured my front side. 

I began to breathe heavily as Sage serviced me with her tongue. Her tongue stopped and she began to work her way up my lower back.

"Come with me," she whispered. 

Sage gently took my hand and led me down the hall and past the men who stopped and stared. We continued upstairs to the third floor bedroom where she walked to the edge of her bed. She turned around and pulled the hood from my head. She smiled as she rubbed the stubble but never took her eyes off mine. She then held my face as she began to kiss me deeply. I'd never kissed a woman or even a peck on the cheek. I was scared but figured this was the least of what was in store for me. After a minute of the kissing she pulled away and put her hands on my breasts and flipped the rubber over causing my breasts to fall out. My nipples were still rock hard as I tried to deny my arousing interest in this middle-aged woman. She was keenly aware of my longing for her female touch as she began to kiss and nibble my aching nipples. My hand found my pussy as I made a subtle attempt to pleasure myself but her hand found mine and put it around her waist instead. I was dying for release and she knew this as she placed both hands on my shoulders and gently guided me to my knees in front of her. I was about willing to do anything as she unzipped her pants and stepped out of the flimsy material. I recognized the panties she wore were mine and had put them on after the orgy in the living room. She looked very sexy in the dark blue nylon and I put my hand on the front to show my approval. My hand stroked the shiny surface and turned over to massage her clit beneath the familiar fabric. I slid my fingernails under the sides and pulled them down her thighs. The moment she stepped out of the panties I rubbed them against my face. I suppose I was putting off the inevitable as I turned my gaze to her waiting pussy. It was completely shorn of hair and a ring dangles from the center. I took a breath but not before her hand grappled my bald head and drove my face into her gyrating crotch. I instinctually nuzzled her genitals and when she turned to bend over the bed I reciprocated the pleasure she had given earlier. I held my arms around her thighs as she lifted her hips to accommodate me. I was enjoying this as I long suspected and was hopeful this would be a regular thing. But the intimate moment was not to last as I heard the elevator door open. Soon the three gentlemen were in the room and beginning to disrobe. Again? This time there was a new addition to the group and he was standing without clothes. The men pulled me from Sage and had me on all fours. Sage had absolutely nothing to say as she was violently turned over on her back and stripped of her blouse. A man held her legs toward the ceiling and penetrated her hard and deep enough to move the bed. Her screams were muffled as another man straddled her face and lowered his cock down her throat. The husband came in and sat in a chair as another strange man entered the room. There were five in all and prepared to fuck us with reckless abandon. I received the same treatment as before except my top was pulled from my body as well as the leggings. One of the men penetrated me from behind as the one in front drove his cock in and out of my lips until he reached an orgasm. The man behind me continued fucking my pussy until he gave the man in front orders to put the gag in place. I didn't have time to react before a large rubber device was stuffed in my mouth and strapped behind my head. It didn't take long to realize I was in for a world of hurt when the head of a cock found my anus. I screamed before I felt anything but this pain made everything up until that point pale by comparison. I felt a cock descending into me at an increasing pace. The bed shook as both of us women were ravaged. I turned to see Sage smiling and on her back with semen running down her neck. At that moment her husband stood up and dropped his trousers. He walked toward the bed jerking off his erect cock. I thought he was heading for his wife but he turned my direction and came on my face. The gag was limiting my breathing to my nostrils so I choked as the semen went up my nose. I was about to pass out when the fucker behind me finally came and covered my backside with semen. 

When everyone was satisfied they filed out of the room to leave the two of us women to clean ourselves off and tidy up.

Sage removed my gag and helped me gather my outfit.

I as shaking and aching as I walked downstairs and gathered my belongings. I was not sure of where to go but I felt the need to leave that very moment. Sage was trying to talk to me but I was too focused on my departure to respond. I carried my personal effects to my car and drove to the campus to park for the night. I changed into my own clothes and noticed a tear in the latex top that had been yanked from my body. I examined the material closely and smelled the rubber as my mind reviewed my ordeal of the day. I could not fall asleep so I decided to smoke a bowl of weed that was in my glove box. After a couple hits I thought of finally pleasuring myself with the thoughts of Sage. I dozed off and was awakened in the morning by campus police. They knocked on my window and pointed at the weed that was on my dashboard. I was taken into custody and turned over to the town police for possession of a controlled substance. I needed someone to post my bail but none of my friends were around and my parents were not an option. I was left with little choice but to call Sage and ask for money and her forgiveness. She was pleasant but insisted that bailing me out was based on the condition that I was to continue working for her. 

I felt slightly giddy as I was released and turned over to Sage who was waiting in her car. 

I thanked her repeatedly and made small talk but she didn't say a word as we drove back to her estate. Once we arrived I was told to wait in her office as she spoke to her husband. The two arrived and I was ordered to disrobe again. This time I did without hesitation but was in for an unpleasant welcome home as the man set down a leather attache and removed a bullwhip. 

"Put your hands behind your neck and widen your stance," said Sage.

I did as she said while her husband uncoiled the whip and walked behind me. 

Sage took a seat behind her desk and watched as her husband delivered a skin splitting blow to my back. I tried to remain stoic but after three lashes I began to shriek. He was not an expert as some of the shots were clumsy and off their mark. One shot in particular produced blood on the front of my thigh and then he stopped. He coiled the whip and left the room. Sage stepped away from her desk and approached me.

"You're very brave. Let's go get your uniform and get you back to work."

I was fitted with yet another uniform and began my day of servitude at this odd estate the way I would for the rest of the summer. The beatings were less frequent and I prospered by taking on new tasks. The husband and wife had separate quarter and it was apparent early on that money was the only bond between them. I spent half of my nights with her and often found myself in bed with him and his right hand men. I ditched the idea of returning to school now that my education had only begun.