0 comments/ 88267 views/ 2 favorites The Nica Maid By: WolfSpirit The 18-year-old Nicaraguan maid slipped into the shadows of the laundry room, lifted her white cotton skirt to her waist, and slipped the shiny gold ladies watch under the waistband of her panties. The cool metal scraped her belly then caught in her thick pubic hair. Just as she was pushing her hand into her panties the bikini-clad woman of the house stepped into the kitchen, snapped on the lights and walked into the laundry room with an armload of dirty towels from the pool. Marilee Gonzales froze, her eyes wide open, legs bare to her waist and one hand buried between her legs. Nancy Reinard chuckled and shook her head as she tossed the towels into the laundry basket. She quickly scanned up the young girl's voluptuous body and smiled. "You really should wait to do that until after you've finished your chores, honey," Nancy rested one bare shoulder against the doorframe and folded her arms across her chest. Nancy was practically naked, covered only in a tiny lime-green string bikini; perfect for sunning and just enough protection to keep her sex and her nipples from a burn. As she admired the young girl's dark skin and firm round hips she felt a familiar twinge between her legs. It brought back college memories of playing in the showers and the dorm rooms that she tried to put out of her mind, but kept popping up at unexpected times. She felt her nipples stirring behind the thin cups of her top and pressed her forearms against her chest as if that would prevent them from stiffening. "And if I catch you doing that again," Nancy nodded at Marilee's hand which was still inside her panties holding the stolen watch, "I'll ... well, I guess a spanking would be in order. That's what my mother always did whenever she caught me playing with myself." Nancy casually crossed one long leg in front of the other and squeezed her thighs tightly together at the image of the young nubile maid turned bare-assed over her lap. Nancy finally turned away and stepped back into the kitchen, pulled a beer from the refrigerator and headed back out to the pool. Marilee watched her walk back out towards the pool, and smiled as Sra Reinard's nearly naked butt disappeared around the corner. Marilee closed her eyes and adjusted the stolen watch, pressed it carefully inside her sex and cringed as a sharp edge scraped her tender flesh. . She leaned against the washer and tugged at the thick hair around her clit, flinching at the discomfort. She rubbed her thumb across her clit just long enough to get it to poke its head out. Just as she began to lubricate she remembered where she was and quickly pushed her skirt down over her hips, picked up the load of damp towels and arranged them in the washing machine. Ten minutes later she walked out onto the pool deck to check on her employer's needs. They were nowhere in sight, and Marilee stood quietly beside the pool deciding whether to clean it now or later. She thought she could just strip off her uniform and jump into the pool - to clean it of course, as she'd done a few times when no one was home. The warm sun and cold water excited her, and she liked to lay naked on the lounge chairs and pleasure herself before going back to the hot hard work of cleaning inside or working in the kitchen. Her fantasy was interrupted by loud voices talking behind the closed sliding doors to the owners' private master bedroom suite. Marilee still struggled with understanding English, and wasn't sure exactly what Mrs. Reinard had said to her when she was in the laundry, but she thought it was strange that she had just stood leaning against the door. She felt funny, not just from her hand on her pussy, but also from something else, something unspoken. She wondered if Mrs. Reinard wanted something more from her than her housecleaning chores. She seemed to spend a lot of time looking at her, especially when she walked around barefoot in the small hip-hugging shorts she wore to work outside. On the other side of the glass, Mr. Martin Reinard and his wife were arguing. "I don't care if you think she's cute or not!" he growled. "I think she's lazy and I think she's the reason we can't find things around here." "You can't find things, dear, because the thoughtful young lady has put away your things." Nancy untied her top and dropped it on the bed then messaged her breasts. "Can't we talk about something else?" she asked as she stretched her nipples out and let them pop free. They stood erect and tempting. "Like what?" Martin asked without turning around. He was looking out through the sheer drapes at the young maid. She was squatting down picking at something from the deck, her skirt barely covering her butt. "Look at her, just standing out there by the pool, doing nothing and getting paid. I don't trust her." "What you pay her wouldn't make a dent in your expense schedule if you tripled it," Nancy reminded him. "So stop bitching, okay?" He turned around to challenge his wife just as she was stepping out of her bikini bottom. Nancy sank to her knees on the carpet and reached out towards her husband. "Come here, honey," she tugged at the hem of his swimming trunks. "You seem all tense and I want to do something." Martin's ability to resist his wife when she was naked on her knees was non-existent. He pushed down his trunks and his sudden erection popped up under Nancy's chin. For the next ten minutes he just leaned back against the thin lace privacy curtains drawn across the sliding door to the pool as Nancy worked her mouth up and down and stroked her fingers around his balls and anus until he was emptying his juices into her eager mouth. Outside, Marilee listened for a few minutes after the talking stopped. When she realized what the Reinard's were doing, she returned to the kitchen and prepared to clean up. She slipped off her sneakers at the back door, preferring to walk barefooted and not track shoeprints on the freshly mopped floors. She preferred to be barefoot anyway. There was no need for shoes when she was inside and she especially liked the feeling of the soft grass when she was outside. She turned on the small portable radio to a Spanish station and gathered up the dishes and plates and washed them. She didn't hear Mrs. Reinard slip into the kitchen, still naked, to retrieve her watch. Marilee looked up and saw Mrs. Reinard's reflection in the window glass and just smiled at her. Nancy hurried from the room, her buttocks bouncing as she disappeared down the hall. "I think she took the bait," Nancy said disappointment evident in her voice. "I was so sure she was a nice kid. Forgetful about where she put things we couldn't find. Shit," she sat down on the end of the bed, braced her elbows on her knees and her chin in the palm of her hands. "I guess now we'll have to hire a new maid. And I was just getting used to having this one around." "Maybe," Martin said as he dialed the phone. "Maybe not. Let's wait until the detective gets through with his interview and then we'll know how to proceed. And you're just getting used to her has nothing to do with her work skills, my love." He smiled knowingly at his wife who was casually stroking her smoothly shaved sex before he turned away to talk on the phone without the distraction of her actions. Nancy waited eagerly for Martin to put down the phone, and then she reached out and stroked his flaccid penis until he began to respond. "Hon," he protested half-heartedly. "If you wanted to fuck, why did you just suck me dry?" In spite of climaxing less than ten minutes ago, her expert touch had him responding. "Besides, the cop will be here in ten minutes." "I only need five," Nancy said as she fell back and pulled her knees up to her chin, exposing an engorged and dark red, swollen labia. "And I don't want to get pregnant," she guided his member to the entrance of her cave. "So shut up and get busy," she fell back and wrapped her legs around his hips. Fifteen minutes later, Nancy was showering when the unmarked gray sedan from the private security service pulled up next to the gate. Martin was drying off with a towel outside by the pool and when he saw the car. He stepped back inside the bedroom and pressed the buttons on the security panel to open the gate. He pulled on a pair of nylon gym pants, stuffed his feet into leather sandals and headed out to greet his visitors. He was buttoning his flowered shirt when the two stocky detectives stepped out of the car. Both wore light gray slacks and white shirts, open at the collar. Both had large black 9 mm pistols on their belts and both were wearing highly polished black shoes. One had short dark hair, a neatly trimmed mustache and dark, distrustful eyes. His partner's hair was pulled back into a ponytail and the high cheekbones and broad nose spoke of Indian heritage, but the most striking feature was the piercing jade green eyes, which accounted for her otherwise unusual nickname, Jade. When she turned to reach for something on the seat, the gaps in the front of the starched white shirt revealed a solid shapely bust line. "Jose," Martin extended his hand as he approached the car. "You didn't tell me your partner was a woman." Martin smiled at her. "I thought it was better if she came along," Jose replied nodding to his partner. "This is Maria Louise Ricardo." Martin shook her hand. "She's got black belts in four martial arts, Marty, so don't try to get fresh with her," Jose teased. "She let's some of her close friends call her Jade. I prefer Maria Louise," he said, a touch of bitterness in his voice. "You speaking from experience, senor?" Martin teased him back. Jose just smiled and shook his head. "So where's our little thief?" "Last seen cleaning up in the kitchen. We did what you suggested, planted something tempting and she took the bait." "What did the little tramp take?" Maria Louise asked with an eager smile that made Martin a bit nervous. "A woman's watch," Martin replied. "And she hasn't been away from the house so she must have it on her." "You were watching her?" Jose asked. "Sort of," Martin replied. "We could hear her moving around the kitchen so I know she hasn't had a chance to hide it anywhere away from the house." "Where's the girl now?" Maria Louise asked as she headed into the front hallway of the house. "Never mind, I can hear her in the kitchen. You guys give me about ten minutes, then come on back." Martin glanced at Jose who just smiled and shrugged and settled his heavy body against the front fender of his patrol car. Maria Louise rolled her shoulders and tugged at her heavy, two-inch wide belt as she walked down the corridor towards the kitchen. She had done this interview a dozen times in the last two months. Foreigners hire some cute young woman to clean their house and get cleaned out a little at a time. Then the girls purposely screw up some task and get themselves fired, so they can go claim unemployment and rest for a couple of months before they have to start the game over again. She'd figured out the fastest way to get them to confess and smiled at the prospect as she stepped into the kitchen. "Put the dishes down, put your hands on the counter, and don't move," Maria Louise said in a powerful strong voice in Spanish. "What?" the young maid spun around and stared at the husky dark haired woman who blocked her escape route. "Who are you?" Marilee replied in Spanish. "Your worst dream date," Maria Louise said stepping closer. "Now turn around, spread those feet shoulder width apart and grab that counter top!" Marilee slowly turned, her heart racing. She trembled as the female security agent ran her hands up over her hips and ribcage, then down both arms to her wrists. Marilee was helpless to resist when her hands were pulled behind her back and the handcuffs snapped to her wrists. The detective gripped her shoulders firmly and easily pushed her down to the floor. "Cross your ankles and don't move," Maria Louise instructed her suspect. The strong detective stared down into the frightened face of the young girl, measuring her fear, deciding on which strategy would get her the best result. She made her decision and simply reached down and ripped open the front of the girl's white cotton uniform. The buttons popped off and flew across the room and the cloth parted and hung loosely at her sides. In one quick grab, Maria Louise slipped her hand under the front edge of the girl's bra and pulled it up to her chin. Her young firm breasts barely shifted, the dark nipples puckered and slowly grew harder under the glare of the detective's knowing eyes. "So where is it, slut?" Maria Louise demanded as she leaned down and twisted both of Marilee's nipples roughly. "Gonna make me go digging for it?" she challenged the terrified girl. The detective gave one more, quick tug on her young nipples and chuckled. Her nipples had swollen hard from the twisting and pulling. "Good thing you like it rough, young lady," she leaned close to the girl's tear stained face. "Cause where you're gonna spend the next three months, your roommates and the guards are gonna teach you things. You'd better enjoy being used." Maria Louise reached down between Marilee's legs and grabbed the cloth of her panties. The detective's fingers slipped under the fabric and she pushed two strong thick fingers inside her cave. "Ah ha!!" Maria Louise exclaimed when her fingertip hit the metal of the watch. "You broad's are so stupid. Did you think I wouldn't look in here?" she laughed and pushed another finger inside the trembling young girl and tugged the watch free and ripped the girl's panties off her body in one quick move. The detective glanced at the watch, shook her head and set it down on the kitchen table. She balled up the young girl's panties and stuffed them into her mouth. Then she pulled her roughly to her feet and pushed onto a straight-backed wooden chair. "Put your feet outside the chair legs, hook your ankles on the legs and don't move them." Maria Louise pushed back on Marilee's shoulders as she kicked her feet apart. "You're gonna tell me who you sell this stuff to and where they live," Maria Louise grabbed a handful of Marilee's hair at the back of her neck and yanked her head backwards. "But first you're gonna get a little taste of what's in store for you." The detective reached behind Marilee, unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She pushed the tattered remnants of her uniform down her arms until it hung from her wrists, leaving the girl naked and exposed her arms pinned behind her back, her wrists shackled. Then Maria Louise stepped back and began to slap at young Marilee's face, then her shoulders and finally at her exposed breasts. The terrified young girl was shaking and crying and mumbling into the gag when Martin and Jose stepped into the kitchen. "I told you she'd have everything under control," Jose turned and smiled at Martin. He pointed to the watch on the table. "She's already found the watch. In a few minutes, the little bitch will tell us who she sells your stuff to. With some luck, by dinnertime, we'll have recovered some of it. What we don't get today, forget. You'll never see it." Martin shook his head in amazement. The sight of the naked young girl being roughed up was troubling to him. He didn't know the laws of the Central American country where they were living, but he was sure there were some international rules being violated. He was pleased that it was quick and effective, but he was also troubled that he was actually enjoying the show. He pushed one hand into his pants pocket and adjusted his rapidly swelling cock. "Oh my." Nancy, fresh from her shower, stepped up behind him, pressed her body tightly against his back and looked over his shoulder. She was wearing only a thin silk wrap-around robe over her damp body and pressed her firm breasts against her husband's back. "Is that legal here?" she asked excitedly. "This is not a routine investigation, Mrs. Reinard," Jose replied. "Maria Louise and I are simply here as interested citizens helping out a new resident. Someone who is respected and should be respected by the locals who you so generously hire with respectable work." Maria Louise chuckled to herself. They both knew it was bullshit. They would get a nice tip from this foreigner, they'd get a couple of hours to play and then turn this young girl over to the even harsher jailers who would continue to abuse the girl for at least the next few days. It was late on a Friday and no one would be in the court to hear her side of the story before Monday afternoon. By then, the girl would be willing to say or do anything. Nancy pressed her stiffening nipples into her husband's back and rubbed them back and forth. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" she asked the detective who was rolling up her sleeves as if the heavy work was about to start. "Why don't you and I step outside by the pool for a few minutes, Mr. Reinard?" Jose suggested. "And let your wife identify her property and assist my partner in completing the, uh, interview." Martin let the strong Jose guide him past the terrified young naked girl, her belly heaving, her breasts bright red, the dark nipples swollen and hard. He hesitated as he heard the detective tell his wife to help her pull the girl to her feet so she could finish her search. Martin started to turn around, but Jose kept guiding him away from the house. As he and Jose reached the outside bar beside the pool, he heard the young girl protesting loudly in Spanish, and then she screamed in pain and began to really cry. "The young one's just don't understand the consequences," Jose explained as he opened the poolside refrigerator and took out two bottles of beer. "Especially hard for them to anticipate what a full body search entails," he added as he twisted off the bottle tops and handed a cold beer to Martin. Jose chuckled as another protest reached them from the kitchen, followed quickly by the solid sounds of leather against flesh and moans and groans. "Maria Louise is especially skilled at this," Jose said as he settled on a barstool. "Your young maid will offer herself to all of us after another few minutes. What do you want to do with her?" "Do?" Martin was only half listening. The sounds from the kitchen were very distracting. "I thought you were taking her to jail and she'd have a hearing or something on Monday." "Not a very effective punishment, Senor Martin," Jose smiled. "I think the more direct approach is better. May I suggest a course of action?" "Certainly." "Maria Louise can take her to the house where she delivers the merchandise. Your wife can accompany her to help identify any of other property she's taken there. Then depending on how much you recover, Maria Louise can suggest either an appropriate penance or some repayment program. I gather your wife would be interested in something like that?" Jose's knowing smile worried Martin Reinard. "Will she be safe?" Martin paused as the sounds of leather against flesh paused. "My wife I mean. Will she be safe going with the detective to some fence's place of business?" "Oh she'll be accompanied, of course, by one or two of my armed people," Jose reassured him. "I just thought she might enjoy watching Maria Louise work, that's all." "I'll ask her," Martin said grimly, already knowing what the likely answer would be. He knew how excited his wife already was, and given carte blanch to dominate a young girl, well, that would be too tempting for his Nancy to pass up. If he could at least watch, he thought. "Perhaps I should be there to make sure she's okay?" "Of course, sir," Jose nodded and smiled. "I'll loan you one of my security jackets and you can just stand in the room and behave like a supervisor. How's that?" "Ah, sure, I guess." "Fine, and when we have recovered whatever property they haven't already dumped, we'll all return here and figure out an appropriate, uh, reward, will that be satisfactory sir?" The Nica Maid Martin nodded. The sounds of leather on flesh had stopped in the kitchen but the moans and groans had changed tone. He sat quietly for another ten minutes sipping his beer until his wife and the detective joined them. His wife's face was flushed and her hair messed as she hurried to her husband's side and pressed her body close to his. The detective was threading her wide leather belt back into the loops of her gray slacks and her blouse was rumpled, the shirt tails hung loose. "Oh, Martin," Nancy whispered in her husband's ear. "That was something. I wish you could have seen it." She pressed her breasts hard into his arm; the nipples were rock hard. "Louise has invited me to witness the interview with the woman Marilee sold our things to. We're going over there now." "What about Marilee?" Martin asked. "Oh, she's going to accompany them. We have a special seat in the back of the car where she'll be secure," Jose explained. "I meant what's she doing now? No one is with her. What's to stop her from running away?" "Oh, she'll not be running very far for a while, sir," Maria Louise said with a satisfied smile and a nod towards the kitchen as she tucked in her shirt. "Walking will even be a bit uncomfortable too." Maria Louise adjusted her uniform shirt, took a long sip of beer from Jose's bottle and let out a long breath. "I think we should head over there right now." She glanced at her watch. "Marilee is supposed to be there in ten minutes or so. We wouldn't want her keeper to be worried, now would we?" "Or we could just leave her here," Nancy suggested. "She's not going anywhere." "Of course, that's a possibility," Maria Louise glanced at her partner. "Have you two discussed the options?" she asked Jose. "Not completely," Jose replied. "I figured you'd want to take the girl with you." "I don't have to," Maria Louise replied. "She's told me everything I need. Besides, I know the woman she sells the stuff too." "Honey," Nancy hugged her husband's arm. "I think I should go with her to identify my jewelry if it's still there. You'd never be able to do that, okay?" Nancy turned to the detectives for confirmation. They both nodded. "And if Louise doesn't think she'll need Marilee, then someone really should stay here with her. To make sure she doesn't do something stupid and hurt herself." Nancy slipped out of her husband's arm and hurried into their bedroom where she quickly pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt, pushed her feet into her running shoes and returned to the pool deck. "I wouldn't release her, Mr. Reinard," Maria Louise suggested very firmly. "You may feel we've been harsh, but it's best for everyone. You will understand I'm sure, that our poor country doesn't have the kind of resources yours does to house and feed the otherwise worthless people who prey on others and steal instead of working hard." Maria Louise took Nancy by the elbow and walked beside her around the corner of the house towards where their sedan was parked. Jose led Martin along behind them. "You have a very special woman there, senor," Jose observed. "Uh huh." Martin wasn't sure if he was referring to the taut bounce of his wife's beautiful ass or some other characteristic. "We shouldn't be more than a hour or an hour and a half. The woman lives a short distance from here." "You know her?" Martin asked. Jose nodded. "Then why the interrogation?" Jose chuckled. "To make sure that we didn't waste our time or your money chasing to the wrong place, senor. We'll be back. Feel free to relax in the meantime. Just remember. Don't release the girl. My partner will be back to take care of that. Okay?" "Sure, whatever you say," Martin didn't understand much of it. Part of him didn't want to. "You have some cash with you?" Jose asked. "If not, I might suggest a quick run to the ATM machine would expedite things quite a bit when we return." "Oh, yeah," Martin replied. "Will a hundred be enough?" "Well, sir, that's entirely up to you. I guess it all depends on how much we're able to recover, now wouldn't it?" "I'll be able to help you," Martin said with a smile. He bent over and looked carefully at his wife who was sitting comfortably in the back seat of the sedan. She looked tense but eager, not worried. Her hands were running along the edges of what looked like a baby-seat, but big enough for an adult. She smiled at her husband reassuringly and winked. He straightened up and watched Jose back the sedan out of the yard and drive away. Martin turned and walked into the house, pressed the buttons on the security panel to close the gate and walked into the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks at the doorway. Young Marilee was laying quietly, face down, bent over naked on the desk-sized kitchen table. The chairs were all pushed back and her dress and underwear were balled up, soaking in the sink. Her arms were bent at the elbows and her wrists secured with handcuffs under the table. It looked like she was hugging the table. Her knees were secured with clothesline to the legs of the kitchen table, her feet tied up behind her ass. Her back, ass, and legs were covered with dark red welts, and when Martin stepped into the kitchen and stood closer, her could see several dark red bruises on the soles of Marilee's bare feet. The sight of the young girl lying naked on the oilcloth-covered table with her legs open, the dark rose bud of her anus puckered and red gave him an immediate erection. He could see the dark puffy lips through the dense fur between her legs. There were wet brownish stains on the table between her thighs. "Please Senor Martin," Marilee said softly. "Please don't let them do it to me again," she pleaded in better English than he'd heard her use in the two months she'd work for them. "Don't let them do what, Marilee?" he asked trying to focus on the girl's face, which was hidden beneath a mess of long dark hair. "You beautiful wife helped tie me down, senor," she explained. "And held my head while the detective inspected me," she began to slowly raise and lower her hips as if she were fucking the table. "I offered to do anything for your wife, senor," she lifted her head and flipped her hair away from her face. Her mouth was open, the lips full and she ran her tongue suggestively across her puffed and swollen lips. "She was very willing, but the detective still wouldn't stop." Marilee glanced directly at Martin's crotch and she smiled. "I know I have to pay you back, senor. Could you let me have some water first? Then you can do anything you want, senor. Just don't let them send me to the camps," Marilee seemed genuinely afraid. "Please, senor?" Martin got a bottle of water from the refrigerator and popped up the mouthpiece, put it into Marilee's mouth and squeezed the soft plastic bottle. Marilee drank eagerly until she shook her head and he took the bottle away. "Do you have some ice?" she asked. "For what?' "To reduce the swelling, back there," she arched her neck and Martin nodded. Martin took a handful of ice slivers from the icemaker and rubbed them up and down between Marilee's cheeks. The ice quickly melted and he pressed several thin slivers inside both her two openings. The girl moaned and mumbled a 'gracias, senor' as each piece of ice disappeared inside. When Martin rubbed some ice up and down the soles of Marilee's feet she raised her hips up off the table and groaned and Martin wondered if all the wetness on the tabletop was from ice melt. Her thighs were trembling and she was curling and uncurling her toes. It gave Martin a throbbing erection. "Senor, Reinard," Marilee said. "I feel so much," she paused and wriggled her hips. "I feel so much better now, thank you." She lowered her hips and pressed them into the tabletop. "I know you don't have the keys to release me, senor, and even if you did, the detective would make me pay a terrible price again. But I can do something for you. If I could do it for your wife, I should be able to do it for too, no?" Martin finally understood what she was offering. He stepped to the other end of the table and Marilee slithered forward until her head was nearly at the edge of the table. "You wife was very understanding, senor," Marilee said. "Someone else might have insisted I be turned over to the sadistic guards at the rural prison. I have a cousin who spent four months there, senor. She's never been the same. But your wife, your beautiful sexy wife, said she wouldn't allow the detective to send me away. She promised if she got back some of her favorite pieces that she'd let me work out a repayment plan." Her hands were struggling to reach out towards his crotch. "Can I show you something?" Marilee asked lifting her head and smiling. Martin nodded. His cock was throbbing. There was a submissive naked young girl offering herself to him and he wasn't going to let the opportunity get away. He had an image of her hands between his wife's legs as he pushed his nylon gym pants down his legs and stepped out of them. "Thank you, senor," Marilee said simply. "I'll show you that I can be a good girl, senor. If I don't please you, you can beat me again. Or let your wife do it," she added suggestively. "She's a very strong woman, senor," Marilee said just before she flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock. Martin thrust in and out of Marilee's face. He reached over her back and his hands were digging between her legs probing at both of her openings. The girl was soaking wet and seemed to especially enjoy it when he penetrated her anally. Her fingers were stroking his ball sack and probing at his anus, and it was about to finish him. He stepped back from the table just before he was ready to explode and the young girl looked at him questioning. "Did I do something wrong, senor?" He shook his head. "Then why do you stop?" "I'm close to coming," he admitted. "Good, senor," Marilee replied with a smile and ran her tongue across her mouth. "Please?" she asked softly. "Please let me show you how sorry I am?" And she engulfed him and worked her shackled hands expertly, massaging his sac until he erupted and she eagerly swallowed his juices as he emptied again into a willing mouth. Marilee closed her eyes and realized now that she could manage to stay out jail. She decided that this was a small price to pay. A nice penance in a nice home, not some bug infested jail with lousy food and ill-tempered, demanding guards. And the lady of the house had a sweet taste too. Yes, she could do her penance here. Now if she could just be sure that detective wouldn't be shoving her fist up her ass again, she'd be able to relax.