7 comments/ 83386 views/ 12 favorites Lonely Womans Fantasy Ch. 01 By: StoryTeller07 Taking on the new management appointment at head office brought with it certain drawbacks Janet hadn't considered. It seemed a good opportunity, starting a new life away from the small town she had grown up in, but the loneliness of a large city was one of the things she was finding hard to get used to. While unpacking she found a box of her ex-husbands and instead of throwing it out unpacked it, placing things in the bedroom and bathroom as though she had a man in the lonely apartment. With nothing to do in the evenings and at the weekend Janet spent some time reading and fantasising in the bath over a steamy novel about a woman servant dominated by a strong master. She fancied the handsome dominant man was there ordering her to get on with the housework which helped get the boring chores done, when usually there was little enthusiasm for such tedium. Among the clothes still unpacked she came across a fancy dress costume; a fantasy French maid outfit. She hadn't worn it for her ex-husband and would have trashed it with utter contempt. Laughing to herself she thought it might serve a purpose. Holding it up against herself, looking in the mirror, she could see why she had refused to wear it to the fancy dress party. Her bust was larger but her waist was still slim, especially since moving here, when cooking for one seemed such a chore. She would still be able to get into it if she dare wear it. The suspenders holding up the stockings were a man's sexy fantasy, not hers, but she pulled them up her long legs anyway. They were surprisingly smooth and sensual. It was difficult fitting the suspenders to the stocking tops but she got the hang of it. The small scratchy nylon panties had been rejected for a comfortable pair of white cotton ones. The high heels were kicked to one side and she stepped into a pair of comfortable black flats. Even though she was alone in the apartment she couldn't bring herself to wear the sheer blouse. Instead an old white comfortable cotton one was found. It was a bit tight over her larger bust but it seemed decent enough. Preening her hair before a mirror she thought at least she looked the part in the little tight black skirt and white blouse. Janet tied her long dark brown hair up and fitted the frilly white cap. Trying on the apron finished off the outfit leaving her looking sexy and cute. She gave a curtsy and said, "Yes Sir, anything you want, right away Sir," and giggled. If the office staff could see the boss dressed like this they would be surprised. The idea of walking through the main office to her private office in the outfit made her laugh out loud. That was another draw back to this move. She had to be the boss all the time. It would be so nice to let someone else make the decisions for awhile. There was no-one to ask what they wanted for dinner or to choose a restaurant, or a film, or even should she just stay in for another dull evening. It might not be so boring if there was someone to share the place with her. She paraded through the apartment sternly telling her image in the mirror to get on with the vacuuming or she would be punished for neglecting her duties. It worked. The outfit added a certain something to the game she played. Bent over polishing a table she could feel the skirt riding up. Manoeuvring around the table she managed to get a rear view showing off the stocking tops in a mirror. She wiggled her ass to see how sexy the image was. Thinking of a scene in the novel she exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I won't do it again, honest. Oh! Please sir, don't punish your naughty little maid," she said, in a suitably hushed conciliatory voice. Janet slipped the comfortable panties down to reveal her bare ass. It was firm and would be appreciated if there had been someone there to show it off to. They slipped down her legs with a tingling sensation that ran up them to her pussy. She imagined a strong uncompromising man standing behind her leaving her feeling like a naughty little maid from the novel. "Please, sir. You shouldn't be seeing my bottom," she cried out, in an assumed French accent. She tried to imagine what it would be like to be spanked. A slight feeling of humiliation formed but the act couldn't be sustained. She stood up and pulled the panties into place. "Get a life woman," she admonished, wagging a finger at the mirror. What was she to do now the housework had been done? If she had worn this for her husband maybe she would still be back in her home town. She shook her head clearing the memory of a failed marriage, not wanting to think about what if. *** The next evening was no better. It was Friday and she had a whole boring weekend to look forward to. She strolled to the usual local Chinese restaurant for a takeaway finally deciding on the usual. Passing a launderette she noticed two young men in tight jeans and t-shirts playing cards. One of them bent over a bench swiping up the small change they had been playing for. His cute ass gave her a sudden unexpected thrill. She tingled all over with pleasure. Even her scalp tingled and the hairs on her arms became sensitive. She stood there stroking her arm. Quickly turning away she told herself not to be so foolish. They were too young to be interested in an old married woman. They looked about eighteen and she was twenty-eight; far too old for them. Over the solitary meal she began fantasising they were making love to her, both of them at once, in the back of the laundry. Unable to tolerate the isolation any longer she marched from the apartment to the laundry with a bag of washing, hoping they wouldn't be there, not wanting to make a fool of her self. Janet realised the loneliness and fantasies had pushed her into this naughty move but figured nothing would come of it. She was a mature married woman, divorced she corrected, and they looked so young and fit. They would most likely ignore her. Not thinking it through she intended to disregard them, unless they made the first move. Only a sketchy game plan had been considered, but she was excited at the prospect of talking to someone. Based on the novel she was reading she thought to pose as a rich mans maid. How it could possibly relate to them or the launderette was a bit of a challenge. At least she might be able to strike up a conversation with them. Entering the launderette she saw them out of the corner of her eye and thankfully there was no one else around. Standing looking mystified at the instructions on how to load a machine she discovered her first mistake. The dryers threw out a lot of heat and she dare not take off the coat as she had foolishly worn the silly maids outfit under it. She had only worn the maid outfit out of sheer devilment; not intending to let them see it. It gave her a thrill wondering what they might think if they saw the naughty outfit, though it was less obscene with sensible shoes and blouse. If she took off the coat she would look either a fool, or a tart. In the reflection of the machine she saw them taking notice of her. They were young and she was an experienced mature woman, so quite able to manipulate them into playing a small part in a game. She felt foolish at having gone this far and knew the encounter would end before it even started. All she wanted was for them to play a small part in a game so she could return to the apartment and take a long soak in a hot bath weaving them into a fantasy. That's all, nothing else, nothing too daring. All they had to do was flirt or better still she might be able to get them to take a lead if she played the damsel in distress. Wearing the naughty outfit under the coat was providing some unexpected and pleasant stimulation. From the worried look upon her face and the sighs of exasperation one of the students walked up to her and asked, "Can I help you? I know how to use these machines. I've plenty of experience," the young man said. Affecting a French accent she began the fantasy play wondering where it might take her. "That is good I need a man with experience," she coughed covering up a giggle from embarrassment at the unintended innuendo. 'Where in hell did that come from,' she wondered. "I am not good at it. Are you good at it?" she asked, with an innocent look, trying to be disarming and cute. She was pleased with the effect for he was just standing their trying to get over the strange accent as well as suggestion. "The machine in apartment is broken," she lied, hoping the accent wasn't too strong. He helped her load the machine while making a big deal about what seemed to be obvious. He was sweet and charming and she couldn't help responding to his open frank approach. He suddenly cut off in midsentence with embarrassment showing clearly on his face. He had a pair of tiny panties in his hand. They were the little black see-through ones that went with the maids outfit. Seeing his nervousness over a pair of panties was re-assuring. Five years of married life meant she could handle him easily enough. The thought of handling him brought a fresh flush to her cheeks. She pulled the little frilly things from his hand and smiled sweetly in thanks. Just talking with him left her feeling like a teenager again, innocent and vulnerable, though not so awkward. "Oh! No!" she exclaimed in mock surprise. "I left money in apartment. Now I can not wash clothes. I'll be in big trouble. The boss might send me back home this time. I'm always getting things wrong. What can I do?" She exclaimed, with hands held out with a French shrug. The look of misery was perhaps a little too contrived but he didn't seem to notice. Loosening the coat she looked up at him through long eyelashes. Kneeling over the wash bag he had a view of a deep cleavage, all designed to distract him. Would he fall into a character in her fantasy or would it all come to nothing? "You could run home and be back before this place closes. I'll look after your machine while you're gone," he told her. His attempt to be friendly and helpful didn't suit her plan of spending more time with them. She tried to think of something. "I don't have a key to get in. I lost it last week and he won't give me another. I keep making mistakes even after he punishes me, I still get things wrong. I dropped a valuable vase yesterday, so he spanked me," she said, with a worried look pouting her lips and crinkling her brow. The words tumbled out of the novel before she could help herself. The look of consternation on his face brought a chuckle to her throat and for a moment she almost laughed out loud. Dropping her head to hide her face in long dark hair, she hid the smirk. His left knee was shaking, just a little, revealing he was affected by her, enough not to see it as a silly prank. "Surely he doesn't hit you?" the young man asked. His concern was genuine and she thought it was going over the top to bring a nineteenth century novel into a launderette. "I'm used to it. The nuns were very strict at school. I am used to discipline and he doesn't do it often," she said, trying to shrug it off. Pushing coins into the slot he seemed to accept what she said, falling for the story completely. She batted her eyelashes at him thanking him with half spoken words. It was difficult to think of what to say but it didn't seem to make much difference as they both fussed about her. They really did believe she was a servant of some strict man who she called her master, but not only that they believed she was as gullible as she pretended. It was interesting to see how easily they fell for a damsel in distress act and believed it all because of a foreign accent. Feeling confident she thought to push them a little further. It seemed she would be able to remain in charge of the situation, as much as in the office, managing a group of awkward accountants. Allowing these two young men to think they were in charge of the situation was almost the same as she sometimes contrived in the office, only this evening she was having a bit of fun. It was turning out to be exciting after all! Relaxing a little she let them take the lead for awhile, as it seemed they had fallen into their roles as hoped. She told them she could not take their money for nothing so she would look after their washing machines and put everything in the drier when ready. "I would like to take your load if you don't mind me handling your things," she said, with a straight face. Smiling at the look of astonishment on their faces, from the innocent offer, she only just managed not to laugh. "You could go to the pub if you like while I do you," she said, while letting the coat slip open to show a lot of leg. It worked, they decided to stay and keep her company. "I must do something for you, for money," she stated. The sweet innocent look made them blush as though they had been thinking of something already. "It doesn't matter you can pay us back when you pass here next," Jim said. They sat down to play cards as usual, casually inviting her into the game. "It would be nice to play with you but I am without money. I already owe you for the washing. I am so grateful for your kindness. Thank you," she said. For a moment it looked as though they would accept the refusal and carry on with the cards Janet needed their attention so told them, "My name is Yvette," she said, pulling the name straight from the novel. They introduced themselves and turned back to shuffling the cards. She just had to fill the silence. "Do you want to work me hard for money? I am very good at it. I am willing to do anything to repay your kindness." Once spoken out loud it sounded too outrageous. "You can play to pay back what you owe us," Jim suggested. "Do you know how to play poker?" Billy asked. "No. I never play cards but would like to learn. You can poke me for money," she enthused. "We'll go into the back room, there's a small table there," Jim told her. For a moment she hesitated. It fitted in with the fantasy at home but that would be going too far. Again the image of being taken by these two young men flitted through her head; arousing her. She followed them with small hesitant steps feeling unsure. She wanted to hold back yet the tingling feeling between her legs propelled her forward. They sat close like conspirators, in what was little more than a broom cupboard, lending the situation an air of tenseness. "It's warm in here can I take your coat?" Jim asked. Billy sat shuffling the cards attempting what he thought to be a professional gamblers' pose. She stood up to take off the coat stretching in a provocative pose almost thrusting her breasts into Jim's face causing Billy to drop the cards. In the confined space there was little room to manoeuvre without touching one or the other of the two young men. "Oh! I'm sorry, let me get them," she offered. Neither of the young men could object. They were dumbfounded at the sight of such a provocative outfit. They were mesmerised at the sight of a triangle of white panties, framed by suspenders, being pulled this way and that as she scrambled on the floor at their feet. When she turned around her bottom was partially revealed as the skirt rode up. Standing up she straightened it and pulled the apron into place. She pulled at the coat now twisted around her arm as it hadn't been fully removed. "You had better take these cards before I drop them. I'm such a clumsy girl," she said, and leaned over them showing off a deep cleavage. She tried not to stare at Billy who developed an impressive bulge and had developed a nervous twitch; she was wondering if he might come in his jeans. "Could you help me with this?" she asked Jim. With them both sitting staring up at her, mouths hanging open, she felt justified in the assumption they had little experience and would be easy to manage. Janet neglected to think about holding back her own growing excitement. The coat sleeve was tight around her arm making it difficult to get loose. Jim tugged, all the time pulling the blouse sleeve with it until it was pulled up tight under one breast. Straightening her arm the coat slipped off whereupon she sat down suddenly with a drawn out sigh. Her hair came undone in wisps around her head and the blouse was twisted up tight under her breasts. She looked dishevelled from a hard session of sexual exercise. "I'm sorry. I always seem to get into such a tangle with clothes. I'm sure I wasn't made to wear them. You are right, it is warm in here, perhaps I would be better off not wearing anything at all," she smiled innocently at them. They sat like open mouthed statues in a fountain obviously conjuring with the image of her naked body. "Shall we play cards?" she smiled at them. They studiously avoided looking at her breast pulled almost out of the twisted blouse. Playing cards it was easy to fumble around like a fool, as she had never taken an interest in the game. There was only one game she enjoyed playing, and only taking an interest in fantasy games since living alone. They played on until she owed more than double the little amount they had loaned her. "This is not working. I owe you even more money," she said plaintively, as though it mattered. Billy said, "It doesn't count, we're just playing to teach you the game." This didn't suit her plans. "I cannot let you give me more. There must be something I can do, perhaps something else we can play for, not money?" she said. Going through the coat pockets she found some lipstick but it was obviously not going to be of interest to them. Pulling out a pair of panties that belonged to the maids outfit, she fumbled, almost dropping them onto the table in surprise. Her companion's reaction was marvellous to behold, with eyes wide they lit up with glee. She had judged them correctly. The silly reaction to a pair of see-through panties was funny but she didn't laugh. They could stand a little more teasing before she ran home to run a hot sudsy bath. "Oh! These were for me but I could not wear such flimsy little things," she protested, while stretching them out before them. "Could you image me in these?" Their heads nodded in agreement. "No! There is no substance to them. Feel the material, it is too harsh," she said, while thrusting them under Jim's nose. She wiped his cheek with them. "You feel how coarse they are? Would you feel my panties Bill? I couldn't wear these I'm used to nice soft underwear. Even the so called, sensible knickers, I wear now are so small compared to ones I wear at home," she said, her eyes wide and a voice laden with incredulity. "My master bought them for me with this uniform. It is not very good I think. What do you say to it?" she asked. They nodded their heads eventually finding their voices, at last. "It's great. I mean you look good in it," Jim told her with a warm smile. "Yea! You look pretty," Billy said, and cleared his dry throat noisily. "Thank you, you are very kind. I think it is cheap. Not much cloth, it is too small for working," she complained. "I always take it off when working so as not to damage it," she said, watching their eyes glaze over imagining her working away in underwear. Pulling up the hem she said. "These straps are old fashioned and a nuisance. I think proper tights would be better, yes?" Janet asked. Again she flashed them an innocent look knowing they couldn't see her face while avidly staring at the stocking tops and suspenders. The two young men looked at each other with an idea both shared without a word spoken. "We could play strip poker if you like," Jim suggested while squirming on the stool, ready to turn it into a joke when she rejected the idea. "Oh? How do we play that game? I don't even understand this one yet. I am happy to play with you, if you want me. It is nice playing and talking together. I have no friends here. At the orphanage nuns did not let us keep in touch with other girls so I don't know anyone at home either. If you want to play with me that is nice. I will strip for you of course. You have paid for me," she smiled. Lonely Womans Fantasy Ch. 01 They nodded their heads quietly thinking their own thoughts that were being transmitted though the stiff aerials in their jeans. Determined to tease them to the limit she continued. "With this new game can both you nice men have me together? I don't want to come between two friends. I don't mind if you both do it to me together but not play with me one at a time," she said, getting into the accent with a flourish. They remained silent working through her words with a gleam in their eyes, so she rambled on. "I learn this strip poker game if you be kind to show me. Is it nice if I strip with you? This game, can I strip for you but not for more money. If you want I can do it for money but with friends I think it is better to strip for no money. You are nice so I can do what you want." she said with a big friendly smile. It was difficult retaining the accent and not laughing. "I think perhaps I could better repay your kindness, not with cards. I could come to your apartment and clean for you. I don't mind getting dirty with you but not in these silly clothes. I would have to take them off." she said. Going home with them was out of the question but could easily be avoided. She wanted to continue the game but was unsure where to go with it. It was fun and she could feel herself becoming ever more excited. "Oh! I forgot. I can't get into my masters apartment. The washing will be done soon, thanks to you, but how will I get in?" she said, looking miserable again, pouting her luscious lips. The aura of defeat hovered about her head prompting the young men to tell her eagerly, "We'll get you in!" they said in unison. I'm sure there must be some way, a window open or something. Her mood seemed to recover immediately as she spun them a fine shining smile, "You are both so clever. I bet you can both have me in the apartment very quick. Can I have my panties back please? Thank you," she said. Asking for her panties back from two strangers pushed the tingling sensation up a notch. Together they carried the washing bags, squeezing together in the lift, up to the penthouse. "He must have a posh place," Billy commented. There was no way in and the door not only looked solid, it was. "I will sit here and wait for the master to return. At least I have the washing done. I will be in trouble for not cooking his evening meal but that cannot be helped," she sighed. With a squeal from disuse a landing window opened from which Jim looked down at the car park. "I could reach the balcony from here," Jim said, uncertainly. She too looked across at the small balcony with as much doubt as his voice held. Taking hold of him, pulling him tight against her, she said, "No! You must not do that. You will kill yourself! Please stay here, we will think of something else," she said, and kissed him on the cheek impetuously. "What's this?" he said, when she let him go. Delving into a pocket of the coat he found what had dug into his thigh. "There!" he declared, holding up the prize as though pulling a rabbit from a hat. "The keys must have slipped through a hole in your pocket into the lining." "Oh! That's wonderful, I am saved," she exclaimed, and gave him another hug. She drew Billy to her and hugged him too, kissing both cheeks like a delirious fool. The two young men beamed with pleasure. "You must come in and I will make you a drink and pay you back for your help," she said. Expecting them to be reticent she prepared to turn it into a 'rain-check'. "There's no need, we enjoyed helping you," Billy gallantly said. "Perhaps another time," Janet said. She turned to go. Hearing Tom's muffled argument she imagined him digging his friends ribs for the lost opportunity. She stifled a laugh while crossing the threshold into the safety of her apartment. Already she was spinning a fantasy to be enjoyed in a nice hot bath. "We could do with a drink if you don't mind," Billy sad, while dragging at his friends coat. They followed her in before she realised what was happening. Janet hadn't planned on letting them into the apartment but by now felt pretty safe with the inexperienced pair. The teasing would have to stop though. They deserved a cup of tea and a biscuit before sending them on their way. "My master won't be home for awhile but you must go soon as I will be in trouble if he finds you here. I don't want to be over his knee for a spanking," she warned them. Lonely Womans Fantasy Ch. 02 Janet had told the two young men they could only stay a little while as her master would be home soon. If he caught them here she would be punished, perhaps spanked. The outraged looks on their faces were amusing. How improbable a story from the novel seemed, yet they accepted it. After a little more teasing she would have an excuse to shoo them out if they became a bother. Making tea and snacks for the first visitors to her apartment was pleasant and she was delighted to see they watched her every move around the room. Purposely bending and stretching in the brief outfit was sure to keep their attention. She was no longer feeling like an old married woman compared to these young eighteen year olds. The short skirt and tight blouse was too young for her as well as being too naughty with the stockings. With the maids cap and apron they seemed to accept the game she was playing, that she was here serving a strict master. It was probably their inexperience with their cocks doing the thinking for them. She hurriedly hid the feminine things in the bathroom in case they needed it. The masculine things left there fitted in with the story that felt almost real. She sat on the sofa pulling them close saying, "This is nice. It's like being in the dormitory with girlfriends. I miss the snuggling up together. You are like two brothers I never had," she sighed, adding a melancholy touch to the statement. They put their arms around her and she watched the lumps throb in their trousers. It was exciting, and it was giving her lots of material for a bath-time fantasy. She even felt a pang of guilt that she was teasing them without prospect of relief; after all it was only a game, so it wasn't going that far. Snuggling up with them was nice and it did remind her of the times when she had shared her bed with friends in the dormitory, for it was partly true, she had been brought up in a boarding school run by strict nuns. She felt a hand wondering from her shoulder in search of a softer target. Another hand crawled up a leg from her knee. As they became a little too bold she told them. "I nearly forgot, I must scrub out the oven. It is boring work so perhaps you want to go now," she suggested. Billy told her, "That's OK. We don't have anything much to do. We could help," he suggested. "Can I get you any more food before you leave?" she asked them. "I'll be in the kitchen if you want anything," she offered. Telling herself she had been ordered by a strict master to clean the oven she got into the task hoping they would grow bored and leave. It wasn't long before they followed her into the kitchen, "We can do that," Billy suggested. "No. You will get your clothes dirty and besides you are my guests. You have helped me enough. Stay here with me to keep me company if you like. That would be a big help," she smiled. She made up stories of village life in France based on her own childhood, setting it over there instead. They looked on in wonder at her hips wiggling in an erotic motion as she rubbed at the oven on hands and knees. The two lads had calmed down enough so she guided them back to the lounge. "I am so happy to have made friends at last," she told them. She was about to say it was time they left but the phone rang, startling her. She almost asked out loud who it might be phoning. Perhaps it was a colleague from the office but on a Friday night that seemed odd. It was a telephone salesman and she was about to put the phone down as usual when it occurred to her to make use of the interruption. "Yes Sir." She said. "Whatever you say sir. Yes! All right. No problem at all, Sir," she said to the bemused salesman. She stood almost at attention as though speaking to an authoritarian master. She felt a little foolish, but this was a convenient opportunity to end the game. She nodded as though listening and agreeing to someone giving instructions. Should she say he was coming back here or that he wasn't coming back tonight? The salesman had given up trying to make sense of the conversation and rang off. Without deciding either way she found the words haltingly emerging of their own volition. "Yes Sir. I will do that. The apartment is all ready for you Sir. I will keep it that way, Sir. Yes Sir. I will see you tomorrow. Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir," she said to a now empty phone line. She returned to the sofa to stand before them. "My master is away on business and won't come back tonight. I hope you can stay for dinner. I will make you roast chicken or something," she said, with genuine excitement. She realised it was her own state of excitement that had made that impetuous decision on the phone; to say her master would be away. She also saw they liked the idea of him not returning. "You must choose the dinner for this evening as you are the masters in this apartment," she said, with a demure look overtaking her expression and stance. She even curtsied before them but couldn't help giggling. For a moment she thought this was going too far but her arousal was pushing her along. "What would my master's like? How will you have me this evening, Sir," she asked with mock seriousness. Looking at the lumps in their trousers it was easy to guess what they wanted. Their faces reflected what was in their thoughts while they tried to look casual. Snuggling up to them after serving a quick meal, with wine, she listened to the wind outside feeling cosy and romantic. Janet had drunk just a little more wine than usual and was enjoying the pleasant rosy glow. Billy was trying to manoeuvre his hands around her to nudge a breast. She didn't mind the inexperienced fumbling, finding it amusing rather than threatening. She was unaware of how much the heat between her legs was numbing her sensibility. It had more effect than the wine. Tom was competing with his friend in exploration of her body and winning. They moved slowly with guarded, hesitant movements, aware of her soft breathing. They didn't want to spoil the moment but the demanding lust in their loins was too much to ignore. She murmured and sighed feeling drowsy and comforted in their arms. She kept telling herself she must get up soon before they got carried away, or was it before she became too immersed in the lovely sensation of having too young men cuddling her. They weren't experienced but they were men after all and she had been remorselessly teasing them. Feigning sleepiness she murmured, "Oh, that's lovely. A lovely massage after dinner would be nice," she said quietly. They took the hint with a firm grip of two pairs of strong hands, concentrating on her back and neck. "Hmmm, that's nice," she cooed. If she hadn't been so aroused she may have survived the onslaught to her senses but the tingling of her breasts and the throbbing between her legs had numbed all resistance. She became oblivions of everything, leaving reality behind, only conscious of pleasurable sensations gliding through her body into her mind. The kisses to her neck and ears became irresistible. Oblivious of how far they had taken her over she accepted sweet kisses to her lips. At first they were gentle touches to her lips and face. One of them was still kissing her back and neck and ears. The other sucked her lips into his mouth and nibbled upon them. The gentle hesitant caresses went deeper with a tongue exploring her mouth. Little darting movements teased her tongue then curled around it for a strong passionate smooch. It was some moments before she realised hands had encircled her body to firmly grip her breasts. Billy found both nipples hard and rubbed them between hot fingers. Janet tried to say no, urgently needed to say more, but the words just couldn't be formed. It was the deep arousal that prevented the protest rather than the tongue exploring her mouth. She had no idea who was doing what to her and was past caring. Her inhibitions had been drowned in a flow of juices from between her legs. A pair of fingers rubbed against her bud sending a shiver of delight through her body. It was only then she realised Jim had been gently stroking her thighs for some time. The touch of his fingers through her wet panties was wrong. It was going too far and she wriggled to become free of the irresistible torment. It was no good. All she succeeded in doing was to roughly heave her breasts in Billy's strong grip. It enhanced the stimulation in her swollen nipples leaving her gasping for breath. Her legs were wedged apart between Jim's knees so it was impossible to close them. The wriggle of her hips pushed his fingers, entangling them in the crotch of her panties. The feel of hardness upon soft flesh was so potent the movement of attempted escape became a forward thrust instead. Janet felt two fingers enter her panties, eliciting a muted gasp escaping a dry throat, onto the still ardent tongue. It felt as though one of them was fingering her but instead she was unconsciously pushing herself upon his curling twisting fingers. Jim had her chin in one hand, kissing her passionately, while finger fucking her with the other. He was following instinct, having never been this far with a woman before. Besides, she was doing all the work, moving her pussy over them to rub her clit in the rhythm she needed. Nearing the final lap she moved faster pushing herself onto his fingers needing more, needing it deeper. After so long without a man she was out of control needing to orgasm, needing to feel full, needing fulfilment. Jim pulled her head down with the other hand furiously pulling at the zip. With eyes closed she didn't see the cock approaching her wide open mouth. As she gasped for air a cock entered her mouth. Without a thought to what she was doing she sucked on his hard cock. Pulling on it as though she might be able to somehow have it where she needed it, between her legs. She worked on it bobbing her head up and down with a delirious passion. When she rocked forward onto Jim's cock, his hand working her pussy was pulled away leaving her even more desperate to be filled. Billy lost his grip on her breasts but was confronted by the sight of an upturned bottom. His hand went between her thighs to find a pair of wet lips no longer protected by the panties. He rubbed them drawing the sticky fluid up between the cheeks over her asshole. He pressed a finger there for a moment. When she pressed forward into his friend's lap Billy saw the irresistible pussy glistening and reacted to this offering. He lifted her by the hips pushing her further into Jim's lap where she choked on his cock as it was forced down her throat. Billy positioned what he desperately needed over his cock and thrust upward, at the same time lowering her. Her weight collapsed into his lap burying his cock deep inside her vagina. Janet let out an ecstatic yell as two hard rods pierced her body. Impaled between them she could do nothing but rock to their enthusiastic hard rough strokes. She rocked between powerful thrusts at both ends and sometimes small jerks that nearly dislodged them. Eventually a co-ordinated push and pull from both of them brought her to an orgasm. She cried around the penis filling her mouth. A delirious cry of excitement was followed by little tremors over her whole body when a world of pleasure engulfed her. They kept thrusting at the inert body moving toward their own orgasms. Janet was carried along with the sensations rising and falling on every long probing stroke. She sucked every drop of cum from his cock greedily swallowing from the desire to be filled. Their young potent seed filled her tense body at both ends. Another orgasm rocked her, this time in a long slow fulfilment of desire. Jim looked down at her, thrilled to watch the greedy absorption of his cock. The suction was greater than his grip when in bed alone. He felt it tight in her throat then retire into her mouth, now limp, where she continued to suck powerfully. Billy felt the quivering of the inner muscles working upon his penis sending him into an orgasm more powerful than he had managed with a hand. The final thrust was held deep inside her body as though he were trying to reach right into her womb. He felt every drop of fluid spurt inside and let out a whoosh of air as he collapsed upon her back. Janet was caught between their exhausted bodies. She slowly became aware of where she was and what had happened. She had let this happen! She had teased them and herself beyond control. She had slipped from reality to fantasy encouraging them to slip into her. 'How did I let these strangers go this far?' she cried silently. The awful truth would have to be faced now. She tried to move, to push the young man from behind her, feeling his wet limp cock pressed between her cheeks. She still had Jims cock in her mouth and tried to push it out with her tongue. Having carried out such an awful performance she was left feeling like a wanton slut. She couldn't pretend even to herself this could have been avoided. She had pushed them as well as herself to the point of no return. She hadn't thought through the consequences of teasing them and how it was affecting her. There hadn't been a decision point where she could send them home, just a gentle meander into this sordid act. Allowing them both to take her was a serious mistake that she would have to live with. They let her slide from between them. They were still dazed at having taken her as much as still being muzzy from an orgasm. *** In a state of shock she sat on the floor where she had slid off the sofa. What the hell was she to do now? Janet felt numb, unable to think straight, with the dreadful realisation she had gone way too far. The dreadful act of letting these two young men take her was shameful. She retreated into a fantasy rather than face up to the responsibility for what happened. She was that French maid attending to a master. Tom recovered first. He had taken her and felt she somehow belonged to him. The game of master and servant seemed less silly now as he felt so powerful. The feeling was intoxicating and he wanted it to last. "Come on servant do your duty. Lick us clean," he ordered. Not believing it for one moment he waited for her to admonish him. He was ready to turn it into a joke. She unsteadily moved onto hands and knees and pushed her head into his lap. 'No! I can't do this,' she wailed silently. Taking on the subservient role from the novel, Janet sucked his cock into her mouth. She was once more living a fantasy as a naughty serving girl administering to a harsh master. As though in a dream she licked and sucked. Gasping for breath around Tom's penis she continued to work on him with her tongue and lips pulling and sucking and licking at him with passion. Once again Tom's orgasm splashed her tongue with thick salty sperm. The depravity of such an act pushed her further into the fantasy role as a way of escaping the reality. Without being told she bent over Billy to lick him clean too. With the task completed Janet escaped them on wobbly legs, feeling confused and shaken. She was amazed at what she had let happen. It had been exciting at first but this had gone too far and she was at last recovering to face the consequences. Showered and ready to dress she returned to the spare room. She didn't want to think about the embarrassment of telling them the whole thing had been her fantasy so would have to continue pretending this was her room until they left. All she could find were the few clothes that could only be described as bedroom play things. She was going to have return to her room to find something reasonable to wear. She would have to change the mood by wearing something sensible, even dowdy, to get them away from thinking of her as a sex object. She would have to win back the lead in this terrible game and get them to leave since they had given her what she wanted. That thought was naughty yet she felt a pleasant satisfaction from it. Before she could make a move Jim wandered in and cupped her breasts from behind. "I'll find you something to wear," he whispered. His breath was close in her ear sending a shiver up her spine. "It's OK!" she began, but he cut her short. "As you said, I am your master now. I'll decide what you're to wear," Jim told her. She groaned inwardly knowing the only things he would find here were designed to show off her body. Naked from the shower she needed something to wear before they started on her again but the more enticing she looked the more they would insist on playing with her like young lads with a new toy. She would have to do something. Nervously she cleared her throat. "You shouldn't be in here while I'm dressing. Perhaps you should go now," she stammered. He said something to her in French and she looked at him blankly. Dropping her head in shame she realised he had caught her out. She had forgotten to use the contrived accent. How long had they realised this was all a sham? "You've had your fun, now it's our turn," he said. Janet stood still unable to bring her racing thoughts together, unable to come to terms with the realisation she had been found out. They had seen through her game and had been playing her along! He took a look in the draws and found a white corset with stockings to match. Janet wanted to refuse but wrapped it around her body instead. Since taking her they were acting so strong and dominant she felt overpowered by them and couldn't shake off the feeling of submission. He pulled the laces tight while she stood breathing in shallow gasps of air. Billy joined them and slipped a stocking up her leg. He fiddled with the suspenders dangling from the corset eventually managing to attach the stocking tops. Janet felt so wonderful being dressed by these young men. Their hands wondering over her body was arousing enough to dull the anxiety and guilt. With the stocking on Jim continued pulling tight on the laces while looking over her shoulder watching the progress of a deepening cleavage. When she couldn't get her breath she gasped, "Hold. On. No. More." Billy looked up at his friend, "No more or you'll break her ribs. Wow! Look how you've squashed her waist. Her tits look huge!" Billy exclaimed. Billy couldn't take his eyes from her breasts balancing on the half cup, with the corset squeezing them up into a spectacular cleavage. Her waist was being constricted so much all she was concerned about was being able to breathe. Tom placed his hands around her waist almost touching thumbs and fingers together. "Wow! That is really something," he said. Admiring the effect of a pair of huge breasts over a tiny waist he just couldn't resist the urge to suck on a nipple. "Hold on while I get the other stocking on," Billy told his friend. Jim's hands cupped her breasts firmly, holding her in place. Her breasts were being gently kneaded. This combined with the luxurious sensation of a stocking being pulled up a leg and Billy's hot breath on her thighs, pushed her further into a state of compliance. She stood very still aware of the blood pounding in her head, aware she might faint. It was no good trying to talk she needed the strength to stay conscious. Lifting one foot then the other they slipped high heels on her feet leaving her swaying precariously. The shiny black high heels gave her a sway she found worrying but their strong hands gripped tight, guiding her down the hallway back to the lounge. They had taken her and now they intended to play with the sexy looking doll they had dressed. Her bottom, framed by white stockings and suspenders, wiggled suggestively as she tottered into the lounge. Her pussy wriggled rudely between the thighs. She was trapped in this outfit, made ready by them, with little energy to stop what ever they wanted to do with her.