6 comments/ 39322 views/ 11 favorites The New Maid By: mkjames46 Anna heard the door bell ring and at first ignored it, before realizing that she was the only one in the house and was therefore going to have to answer the door. Getting up, she made the quick hand signal to turn the television's volume down, and went to the door. The young Latino woman opened it and was surprised to see a very beautiful blue-eyed blonde white woman dressed in a white and black outfit. Anna was struck by how little, with two perfectly round breasts, bulging out of the v-cut white and black top, and her long legs, that looked very feminine yet very strong, hardly covered by the short white and black pleaded skirt. Her arms hung at her side rather awkwardly, and as a whole she was very stiff and mechanical. It was this last fact that made Anna believe this woman was actually a robot, as she was certain no real woman could be so un graceful. And who had ever heard of someone dressing in so little? She, or it rather, was nearly naked and certainly no self respecting woman would ever go around like that. And she was so perfectly white! Anna was sure that people had long ago stopped looking that different from each other. It was at least a hundred years ago that the old races stopped being idiots and were really ok with having sex with one another. Anna suddenly realized that she hadn't even found out what the robot wanted, so she asked. "Can I help you?" Anna asked. "Are you Anna Valdez?" The voice was very sweet and melodious, surprising Anna and making her feel at ease. "Yeah, that's me." "I am Tiffany, and I am to be your maid-servant. Mr. Carl Valdez and Mrs. Maria Valdez have paid for my use. I am to live with you and take care of any needs you might have." "So my mom and dad got you so you would clean and cook?" "Yes, I believe that is the arrangement. Do not worry; I will not be a drain on your resources. I have other means to sustain myself." Anna laughed at this. "Oh, I know, you can cut the act out. Just need a power outlet, huh?" she asked chuckling. "My requirements will be fulfilled when it is not an inconvenience to you." "Oh alright, fine, come in," Anna said. Tiffany followed her in, closing the door behind her. Anna plopped down on the couch. "There's a room down the hall on the left that you can use. I don't have many guests over, so there's no point in not using it I suppose, as long as you don't trash it." "I could never do that," Tiffany said, a touch of concern in her sweet voice. "Ok, well, whatever, just do whatever it is that you do and don't bother me, got it? I'm watching my show." "Yes ma'am." Tiffany scooted off without another word. A few hours later, Anna got up to use the bathroom and noticed how clean everything was. Anna did not consider herself a really messy person, though her parents standards were so high that they thought she needed a robot to take care of her. She had moved out when she turned eighteen as is custom, which was only a few days ago. She liked not having her parents rules and oppressive demands, though up until now she had wondered what she was going to cook. The difference Tiffany had made though was considerable, with her clothes clean and neatly put away and her kitchen area spotless. All of this done without even disturbing her! Anna was quite happy, and went to thank Tiffany, but she was no where to be found. Anna quickly lost interest though, and went back to her television programs. A few weeks passed by, and though the novelty of having a clean apartment due to another's hard work and worn off, Anna was surprised at how little she actually saw Tiffany. It was clearly part of her programming to stay out of the way, though how the robotics companies were able to do it was a mystery to Anna. At first Anna had felt a little on edge with Tiffany there, even if she wasn't right where Anna could see her. She slowly started feeling more at ease, until one day when she suddenly realized how stupid it was to be in edge about a robot. She could do whatever she wanted to! This thing, this robot, wasn't going to care what she did, so why worry about it. Anna suddenly felt like doing something rash and unpredictable, and as she was in the shower when she had this epiphany, she decided that she would not put any clothes back on after the shower. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, Anna turned off the water and dried off, then examined herself in the mirror. She was fairly tall, with long dark hair that was just a little bit naturally curvy, and she had the dark tan skin of someone with Central American heritage dominating her background. She didn't think of herself as any particular race, as no one was any particular race. She smiled and made a few funny faces in the mirror, admiring her own long nose and full lips. With a tickle of pleasure she grasped her two large breasts in her hands, and then ran her fingers down her trim sides to her hips, turning sideways to make sure her nice round ass was definitely still there. Pleased with everything she saw, Anna opened the door and headed out into the living room, plopping down onto the couch. Anna lied there completely exposed, watching television, all the while hoping that Tiffany would walk in and feel embarrassed or at least just confuse her circuits. While she was waiting, she started watching an old time movie. In it there were these two girls in a park, talking about how one of them was inexperienced in kissing guys. The other girl suggested that she help her practice. The first seemed a little nervous, but consented. The first kiss was very quick, but the one who offered to teach said it was no good, that they had to open their mouths and really be passionate. The novice nervously consented, and so they kissed again. This was definitely a much better kiss, and they kept going for a long time, sucking on each other's lips, tongues going in each others mouths while the novice's hands, at first around each other's neck, began to slowly slide down her chest until they cupped the other's breasts, and then began to squeeze and kneed. The teacher then slowly sat up, still kissing the novice girl passionately while she fondled her breasts, and leaned forward, forcing the novice onto her back. The teaching girl then slowly started unbuttoning the novice's blouse until the shirt was wide open and two naked breasts were exposed. The teaching girl slowly moved her mouth down the novice girl's chin, then neck, and finally over her breasts until she was sucking on her perky nipple, grasping the other breast with her hand while the novice girl arched her back and opened her mouth to moan pleasure fully. Anna was not terribly impressed by this scene, as she had become something of an expert of such old time classics, but it did give her an idea. She always enjoyed giving robots a run for their money, at least just to confuse the heck out of them. "Tiffany!" Anna called, stretching while still completely naked. "Yes ma'am?" Tiffany called, and soon arrived. She was dressed in her typical outfit, her large breasts still mostly exposed as well as everything below her upper thighs. Anna peeked over top of the couch, and was, as always, amazed how life-like people had been able to design robots, even to the movement of muscles to make an admittably attractive pair of legs. With a smile, Anna decided to go through with her plan, and test how far robots could go. "Can you please help me with something?" "I would be honored!" Tiffany said. 'Damn robot can't even fake a smile,' Anna thought to herself. "Great, well just come over here..." Anna said, scooting to one end of the couch. When Tiffany came around the couch and saw Anna completely naked, she gasped and turned her head. "Ma'am, I didn't realize you were-" "Nah, it's ok. I kinda like it. What do you think?" "Think of what ma'am?" Tiffany asked, still looking away. "Of me! Do you think I'm attractive?" Tiffany hesitated. "Ma'am, I couldn't say..." "Now come on, every woman," Anna started, placing a heavy emphasis on woman, as if she doubted Tiffany was one, "can say something about another woman's body. You must think something." Tiffany hesitated again. "You have everything that is considered attractive-" "Come on now, you barely saw me! Look at me!" Tiffany turned and gazed over Anna's naked body. "You are very well endowed, ma'am." Tiffany said. Anna laughed out loud and mercilessly. "Alright, enough of that. Now please, I need your help. You see, I need to brush up on my kissing. I think it's gotten a little rusty. I thought that you could help." Tiffany's mouth seemed to drop just a bit. "I don't understand ma'am." "I want you to kiss me, help me practice kissing." Without another word, Anna leaned forward and kissed Tiffany's closed lips. Anna kissed at her, but she didn't really respond, so she pulled back. "Now Tiffany, if we're going to practice, you're going to get into it. Open you're mouth for goodness sake, unless you think I'm unattractive." "No ma'am, I don't think that," Tiffany began, but Anna cut her off. "Good, then kiss me." Anna leaned forward once more, and they began to kiss again, this time Tiffany was more responsive. Anna had been a little surprised when she found Tiffany's lips warm the first time, but she was even more impressed by the very sensual movements of Tiffany's moist lips. Whatever program was running her was clearly very well made, because she responded very well to Anna, kissing more passionately when Anna slackened and giving way when Anna picked up speed. Anna felt a warmness spread through her body that was quite unconnected to the temperature of the room, but decided to ignore it. She felt Tiffany's body move closer as they continued to kiss, and her head began to feel a little cloudy. Anna felt Tiffany's breasts come into contact with hers, and as they moved closer together they reached a point where skin met skin. A chill ran through Anna's body, feeling the imitation warmth of Tiffany's skin against her own. Before Anna could really take this in, she was met with another surprise, the soft feeling of Tiffany's hands on her naked back. They were gently pressing, kneading her muscles and felt very nice, like a massage up close and personal. Anna was feeling both very excited but also getting a little freaked out by Tiffany's behavior, which was surprisingly sensual. Anna began to relax some, to show that she was done, but Tiffany pressed harder, her tongue penetrating Anna's mouth, and as a final straw, Tiffany's hands reached all the way down and grabbed Anna's ass. With an angry push on Tiffany's breasts, Anna pushed Tiffany off, who seemed to take a second to realize that she was no longer making out with her. "God damn it! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Anna yelled, getting up off the couch and staring down at Tiffany. In her anger she put her fists on her hips and made no attempt to cover herself. Tiffany seemed to shy away immediately. "I'm sorry ma'am," Tiffany began in her sweet, soft voice. "I did not mean to harm you. I meant only to follow your instructions." Anna paused, still upset, but the large part of her annoyance now passing or passed. "I suppose I did tell you to get into it." "Usually when told to get into it, people start to touch each other in sensitive areas-" "Yeah yeah, I know, so that's why you grabbed my ass. Well, whatever. Good night." Anna stormed off to her room and slammed the door, thoroughly irritated. Her plan to make Tiffany feel uncomfortable backfired terribly, she thought, throwing on a large t-shirt and laying down on her bed. It was certainly fun at first, telling Tiffany that she's got to do something. Anna had felt in charge, the superior that she was. But then, Tiffany seemed to get going. It started ok, Anna admitted, remembering with mixed emotions that warmth that spread over her body. Maybe if Tiffany had gone a little slower, maybe if Anna had been ready for it, she would have been more accepting of Tiffany touching her there... Anna was lost in dreamy thoughts, but suddenly snapped out. What was she thinking? She didn't want Tiffany to touch her ass, or anywhere else for that matter. It had all been a stupid experiment, nothing more, and she shouldn't have done it in the first place. A few days passed and Tiffany seemed to be able to sense that she should not be around, because Anna saw literally nothing of her. Meals were always prepared silently or when Anna was out, and Anna kept finding rooms clean when she returned from them. Anna would have thought it was embarrassment, except she knew robots couldn't feel anything. After another day of this, Anna couldn't take it anymore, and finally, just before going to bed, she called for Tiffany, who showed up in a matter of seconds. "Yes ma'am?" Tiffany said, with little emotion on her face. "Look, I appreciate that you're trying to stay out of my way here, but frankly it's just getting annoying and freaky. I think we just need to forget that anything ever happened and just move on, you understand?" "I believe I do ma'am," Tiffany said, sounding as if she was trying to please Anna more than really understanding. "Enough with that ma'am stuff too, it's just getting even more annoying," Anna said. "Just call me Anna." "Alright, Anna," Tiffany said with apparent ease. "And get rid of that ridiculous outfit you're always wearing, it's giving me a headache," Anna said, turning away from Tiffany and getting into bed. Tiffany left the room, closing the door behind her. Anna turned over and fell asleep. Later that night, Anna woke up to Tiffany's soft voice. "Are you alright, Anna?" Tiffany asked calmly. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Anna asked groggily, her eyes watering a little from the light and seeing the silhouette of Tiffany leaning over her. "I heard you calling my name, that's all, and I came in to see that you were alright." "Yeah, I think I am," Anna said, now remember faintly from her dream that she was calling for Tiffany. "Shall I bring you anything?" Tiffany asked calmly. "No, you can go, thank you," Anna said, her head becoming a little clearer. "Thank you, Anna," Tiffany said, and turned to leave. Anna felt a sudden and strange wetness on her bed shirt, and pulling it up she felt that wetness had come from her vagina. She looked up quickly and noticed that there was something different about Tiffany. When she reached the door, the light from the hallway made it very clear. She was stark naked! "Tiffany!" Anna said with a surprising firmness. "Yes Anna?" Tiffany turned, and now Anna noticed that the sides of her large breasts were sticking out slightly from her sides. "What in the world are you doing naked?" "Your orders were for me to get rid of my outfit. It was the only one I owned, so I went without," Tiffany said, quite unabashedly at that. "Well I didn't mean for you to do that!" "I assumed that you were comfortable with nudity, from your behavior last week," Tiffany said calmly. "Well- I-" Anna stuttered out, but gave up and gave a long sigh. "I think you're about my size, let's see," she said, getting out of bed and turning on the light. She looked back at Tiffany, who had moved closer. Anna's heart skipped a beat. Tiffany was incredibly beautiful, with the most perfect breasts and hips and legs she had ever seen. Anna let out an audible sigh. "Are you alright Anna? You're sigh would indicate frustration, yet you're slow breathing and large pupils seem to indicate you are pleased. Is there something I can do?" A wave of carnal passion swept through Anna's thoughts and body and for a split second she almost thought of jumping at Tiffany. The moment passed, and she shook herself out of her daze. "I- I'm fine," she said quickly, and opened a drawer, and grabbed the first thing she could, which was underwear. "Here," she said, and threw it at Tiffany. Tiffany grabbed the underwear, and turned her back towards Anna, bending over and displaying her stellar ass. It was perfect, with no blemishes or weird spots, perfectly smooth and with a definite shape. Anna was strangely mesmerized, knowing that it wasn't real yet also feeling an intense desire to touch and explore it. Tiffany pulled the underwear up, blocking Anna's view of her incredible ass. A pang of panic went through Anna, and without thinking she yelled out. "No, those won't do," Anna said. Tiffany looked at her with a strange look, and pulled the underwear back off, now completely naked again and looking at Anna expectedly. Thinking quick, Anna turned and grabbed something else, which turned out to be a blue halter top. Anna handed it to Tiffany, and watched as she turned it in her hands, looking it over. Anna became engrossed by Tiffany, particularly her large breasts. They seemed to jiggle this way and that way as she struggled to pull the small shirt over her. When she finally managed to pull it over her breasts, they bulged out the top and sides, as the shirt was rather tight, and her nipples pressed into the material of the shirt. Tiffany put her hands on her still naked hips definitively, as if asking if it was ok. She still had on nothing below the shirt, and Anna's heart skipped a beat again. She was going to give Tiffany some pants, but at the last second she again decided against it. "No, no, you can't wear that. I'm going to, umm... wear that tomorrow," Anna said, thinking fast. Tiffany had a hard time pealing it off, but soon she was once again standing naked before Anna, who was still only clothed in a large t-shirt that came down over her upper thighs. "Anna?" Tiffany said questioningly. "Yes Tiffany?" "Should I just stay like this?" she asked, not making eye contact with Anna and putting her hands on her hips. Anna's mouth dropped slightly, and she hesitated, looking back at the drawers as if there might be something there she would find suitable. When she looked back, Tiffany was only a few feet away. "It does not appear you are going to find anything in there that you will want me to wear." Tiffany's voice was still its usual soft sweet tone, which made it very difficult to figure out her intentions. Not that a robot has intentions, Anna thought to herself. "I, umm, it's just that..." Anna mumbled, looking back at her clothes with a little desperation. "It's fine Anna, I don't mind being nude. If that is how you would like me, then I will comply." "What do you want?" Anna asked uncertainly. "I want you to enjoy my presence," Tiffany said, taking a step further, so they were within touching distance. Tiffany did just that, putting one hand out and gently caressing Anna's face. Anna could help but smile. "Your body is simply amazing," Anna said, gathering her composure and looking at Tiffany matter-of-factly. "It is quite pleasant to look at." Anna stepped closer and put one hand on Tiffany's breast, feeling it's round shape and hard pointy nipple, giving it a gently squeeze. Next she ran her fingers down to Tiffany's hips, where she played a little with her belly button before running her hand over the mound between her hips. "I really like this, how you have this curve here, it is very sexy." "Thank you," Tiffany replied calmly, with no trace of feeling the least bit embarrassed by being so closely examined. "And you ass!" Anna exclaimed, turning Tiffany around by her hips to her back side. Even this close, only a few inches away, Tiffany's ass was flawless, with the perfect blend of size and shape that made Anna do more than just look. She could feel that warm feeling flowing and pulsing through her now, and without another moments hesitation, Anna lowered herself onto her knees and began to touch Tiffany's ass. Running her fingers around both cheeks, she grabbed two handfuls, giving enough of a squeeze that Tiffany lifted up onto her toes. The New Maid THE NEW MAID By samsin I would like to thank 19kitten19 for her time and editing skills. ********** It was Friday and I couldn't wait any longer to get back home. The past couple of weeks had been particularly more hectic than the others, since it was the end of the first financial quarter after the merger. Everyone in the office had been busy throughout, preparing financial statements and various reports necessary for compliance. As the head of the department, it had been nothing short of a nightmare for me. I was making a few rectifications to the quarterly financial report when my cell phone suddenly rang; I looked at the LED screen of the phone and saw it was my wife. "I'm almost done darling, I'll be home in another hour." I said typing with renewed vigor. "I didn't call to remind you to come home early Stanley, I'm afraid I have some bad news. Mother is ill and I'm going to the hospital to check on her, I may not come back tonight." She said with a tone of disappointment. I couldn't believe my luck! 'Couldn't your mother choose a better time to fall sick?' I wanted to ask her. Instead I said in to the mouthpiece, "that's terrible dear, do you want me to come to the hospital?" "That's so very nice of you Stanley, but no you don't have to come to the hospital. Not now at least. You have been working so hard for the last few weeks. I want you to take some much-needed rest, besides I know how much you hate my mother. You are going to make her sicker. If some emergency pops up, I'll give you a call." "Ok. As you wish sweetheart." "Stanley, one more thing; do you remember I was talking about hiring a maid?" "Umm...yeah sure! What about her?" "Well, I hired one today." "What? What did you say Alice?" "I said, I hired a maid today." "What? You got to be fucking kidding me Alice! You hired a maid! Do you even know what that means financially, in this recession? What were you thinking? You said it yourself a few days back that you want a baby and for that, we should start saving instead of spending. How could you hire a maid even after saying all of that?" "Relax Stan, her wage isn't that high. She just came to the city and was looking for some work. I think you'll like her; she is young and quite a looker. I'm sure once you see her you'll change your mind." "For fucks' sake Alice stop speaking such non-sense, are you high?" "No Stan, I'm not high. Look, if you don't like her or her services we can fire her next month, ok? Just relax!" "Whatever Alice, I still don't think that is such a good idea." "Stan, look it's getting late. I would love to talk with you about this but I really don't have the time right now. We will talk about this later all right. In the meantime, promise me you will behave properly with her tonight. She is quite attractive and fun and I'm sure we can persuade you to keep her." "What does that mean? What are you trying to say Alice?" "Nothing! Look I need to get going. Have a good time. I'll talk to you later." Before I could utter another word, she disconnected the phone. To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I was mad at her for a variety of reasons. First, her mother had to fall ill at this precise moment and ruin my plan of screwing my wife for the weekend. Above all, she had to hire a maid knowing full well about our financial capabilities. I was sure that old hag must have something to do about this maid-business. If I ever get the chance, I am going to strangle that old-bitch, I thought. I finished my work, shut down the pc and headed towards home. Halfway there, I wanted to head towards a pub and drown myself in alcohol, but I was feeling dead tired already so I kept heading towards home. I didn't want to be on the morning paper if I was not alive to read it. Part of me was also curious about the maid. Alice sure got my attention when she said the maid was young and beautiful and they will find a way to persuade me to keep her. I was wondering over and over what she meant by that. I was sure Alice would fuck me to persuade me to keep her, but the point was why had she said "they" will find a way to persuade me to keep her? Did she mean the maid will also fuck me? No! No! What was I thinking? It would be impossible even for someone as kinky as Alice, to let the maid fuck her husband to persuade him to keep her. The more I thought about it, the more I started to get hard. Alice has never missed a single chance to tease me, always wearing very revealing clothes in the house. She is also very experimental. We have had sex in all possible positions and locations. For example, one day Alice made me fuck her in the parking lot of a super-market. Then sometimes she's dressed up and we've role-played. She would play doctor and I would be her patient, she would be the sexy white teacher and I would be her gangsta' student. I know role-playing is her favorite by the number of orgasms she gets while we're at it. Alice is a nympho and a total pervert. In fact, she is the most perverted woman I have ever met and I have always been somewhat happy for that, since I'm a bummer in bed. Although, I cannot boast that I have been with a lot of woman to come to that conclusion! The truth is that Alice is the only woman I have ever been with. You see, I was a total nerd before I met my wife. I was an average Joe, whose main aim in life was to get good marks and secure a good job so that I could look after my poor old mother, who was suffering from cancer. My father had left us for another woman when I was nine. My mother worked hard her whole life to provide for us. Although she dated a few men, she never married again. My social life was next to non-existent and my course-books were my best friends, and the only place where I used visit in the evening was the library. Unfortunately, my mother died a year before my graduation. I don't know what would have happened to me if Alice would have not been with me at that time. She supported me throughout the whole ordeal. I met Alice, when I was in college. She used to work in a coffee shop near the library. She was everything that nerds like me imagine a girl to be. She had long blonde hair with an angelic face and a killer body. To this day, I have no idea what a girl like her saw in me that she decided to marry me. I thank God everyday in my prayers for Alice and I love her with all I have, but at this point, I was terribly angry with her. While I was thinking all this, I reached the familiar roundabout near my home. I took the road that would take me home and pressed on the pedal, soon I could see my house in the distance. The place where I live is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, all the residents here are honest and hardworking people who retired to their homes early. My house is last in the row and my neighbor is old Mrs. McDonald, who has a hearing problem. I drove in, opened the garage doors, and parked my car inside. The door to the house from the garage was locked. I thought the maid must have locked the doors since she was alone in the house. I went to the front door and rang the bell. There was no answer so I rang it again. This time I heard footsteps and the peephole darkened, shortly thereafter the door opened. The view almost made me cum in my pants. "Welcome home sir." The maid greeted me wearing a bright smile and a revealing black and white maid dress with lace trimmings. The dress was a size smaller than she would actually need, her breasts overflowing from the top and it was cut so low you could even see the top of her light pink aureoles. The skirt ended abruptly, barely making it to her thighs. There were lace trimmings on the skirt, on her sleeves and the area near her voluptuous bosom. "Alice wh-" I tried to say. "She went to see her mother Sir." She cut in, moving aside to allow me to come inside the house. "Hmm... I believe you are the new maid, so what's your name?" I asked giving her an once-over. "You can call me Jenny, Sir." She replied. "Ma'am has given me strict orders to take care of you in her absence so please feel free to order me to do anything you want." I walked to the sofa in the dining room and crashed. Jenny in her cleavage revealing dress came and asked, "Would you like some tea Sir?" "Umm... Yes, that would be great." She turned to leave and I noticed her extremely short skirt, which was unable to cover her ample ass. As she sauntered towards the kitchen, I couldn't peel my eyes off her long athletic legs encased in lace-top sheer seamed stockings. When she returned with the tea and bent to put the tray on the table, I was rewarded with the view of her overflowing cleavage. She had brought the cup set that we don't use. It was Alice's favorite and most valued item, which her mother gifted her as a wedding gift. She caught me looking at her cleavage but didn't try to straighten or cover up. Instead, she gave me a very seductive smile and continued pouring tea in the cup from the pot. "How much sugar, Sir?" My inspection of her boobs was interrupted by her sudden question. I replied somewhat embarrassed, "One teaspoon please." Jenny poured a teaspoon of sugar in the tea with her perfectly manicured fingers, her nails nicely painted pink with glitter. She stirred the tea a bit longer than necessary giving me ample time to finish inspecting her boobs. "Here's your tea Sir." Jenny handed me the cup with a sly grin and took the tray to the kitchen. As I sipped the hot tea, beads of perspiration formed on my forehead, more from excitement than heat and I felt a little giddy. My heart began to race and I felt a little out of breath, blood coursed to the wrong part of my body. I looked at the tea with suspicion and smelled it, but I couldn't find anything wrong with it. My aroused state also didn't help matters. The blatant exhibitionism by Jenny had made me hard and extremely horny. I wanted to maul her ample boobs and ass until she screamed in pain and then I wanted to pull her on my lap, hike her filthy skirt up, and spank her bottom until it was glowing red. These extremely dirty thoughts caused a noticeable bulge in my pants. I adjusted my cock so that it was not facing upwards. I must have been lost in my dirty thoughts when Jenny entered the room. So when she touched my forehead and asked, "Are you all right Sir, you look flushed?" I dropped the cup of tea on my shirt. I sprang straight up as a knee jerk reaction and the bulge in my pant was pointing straight at Jenny, as if trying to accuse her of this sudden intrusion of my privacy by touching me, but I knew it was more than that. "OH MY GOD! I am sorry! Did I startle you Sir? I'm so sorry, It's just that when I came in I saw you looking flushed and I wanted to see whether you were feeling alright. Please don't fire me! I will clean this mess up in no time and make up for it, I promise. We were lucky that the cup didn't break in all this commotion as it fell on the sofa after bouncing of off me, otherwise we would all have been in trouble. Jenny took the clean towel hanging from the belt in her dress and started to wipe the stains of tea from my shirt. I stood there with my dick pointing straight at her. Jenny was quite shorter than me in height but she was wearing black stilettos which put her to my level. I was concentrating hard not to think about... well, about things I would like to do to her, so that my cock would soften down but her perfume was making the job harder. I tried to remember about the quarterly report, my schedule for Monday, but I failed miserably with her boobs were so close to my body. I... I wanted to grope them; I wanted to lift her skirt and fondle her ass-cheeks while nibbling on her ear lobe, making her moan. I was surely not going to lose that boner with these thoughts. I closed my eyes and tried to push her away from me but she had other plans. At first, I thought I was imagining things but slowly I noticed she was coming closer and closer to me while wiping the stains. Seconds turned to minutes but she kept on wiping, inching slowly towards me until her luscious breasts with significantly long and erect nipples brushed my chest. My cock twitched at this and her hands slid lower than necessary until they brushed ever so lightly on my cock. I thrust into her hands instinctively. "Feeling good Sir?" she asked me in hushed tone. I could only moan in reply. She was a wily seductress who was trapping me with her charms like a spider traps its prey with its thread. I lost my resistance to this teasing, planted a wet kiss on the nape of her neck, and firmly mauled her ample boobs. "Do you like them Sir?" she asked a little breathlessly. "Mmmhmm... very much." I replied kissing her. She fondled my cock through my pants and asked, "Is that for me Sir, are you all hard because of me?" "Oh yes darling it's all for you. Your hot body and your skimpy dress have made me all hard and horny." "So what are going to do with it?" "I was going to screw my wife tonight you know? Since she is not here tonight, I don't know what to do. Didn't your ma'am leave you any instruction about this situation?" "Ma'am is a long-term thinker. She anticipated that you would be very horny tonight but she also said that you are very introverted and wouldn't do what you need to do. Therefore, she brought me this dress and told me to tease you incessantly until the point you are unable to tolerate it." "So all this teasing was pre-planned?" "Yes. I hope you are not angry with me?" "Just a little bit." "Then let me fix that for you." As soon as she finished the sentence, she pressed her lips firmly against mine. We nibbled each other's lips a little and then I thrust my tongue inside her mouth to explore, she tasted wonderful. My hands roamed all over her body caressing every inch of her feminine curves. Jenny expertly undid my pants and pulled my shaft out of my underwear without removing her lips from mine. She eagerly sucked my tongue and shagged my prick both at the same time. I was nearing the edge at a very rapid pace when she suddenly broke the kiss; with a naughty smile on her lips, she pushed me backwards. It was all so sudden and unexpected I didn't even get the chance to realize what happened. Luckily, I crashed on the sofa. Jenny waved her dainty finger at me and said," Not so fast mister, I've got some things to show ya." She walked towards the music player swaying her broad hips sinfully; she picked up a CD from the rack and inserted it into the player. "This is how I keep the house tidy," she said. Soft and sensuous stripper music began to play on the device. Jenny picked up a small feather duster and started dusting the table while shaking her hips to the beat of the music. After being satisfied with her handiwork, she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and advanced towards me like a tigress towards her prey. She stopped in front of the glass top table in front of me and stooped to clean the already shining surface of the coffee table. Jenny dusted the top while swaying her body and exposing her luscious breasts to me. After an eternity of teasing me, she asked, "Isn't it clean and shiny sir?" "I think you missed a spot there." I replied. "Then you were not really looking at the table Sir." She pirouetted and proceeded to clean the furniture. She dropped the duster purposefully, spreading her legs shoulder width apart she bent at her waist to pick the duster up, fully exposing her thong clad smooth ass to my view. She picked up the duster but pretended to notice some dirt on the carpet and began to clean the imaginary filth, shaking her ass lewdly to the music. I was hypnotized with this erotic display as I sat stroking my cock slowly. Jenny must have been practicing for a long time to be such an expert in this. She straightened up after she was satisfied that there was no more dirt on the floor. Dropping the duster on the floor, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Uff... it's so hot in here and after all these chores I am feeling so stuffy! Do you mind if I get a little comfortable Sir?" "Not at all, even I feel a little stuffy. Go ahead and get comfortable." I encouraged her. Jenny came closer to me. Turning back, and looking behind her shoulder she asked in hushed tones, "Could you please unzip my dress sir?" I pulled the zip on her dress lower with trembling hands. Jenny's fair smooth back came in to view slowly as the zipper descended. When I reached bottom she moved away with a word of gratitude, turning to face me. She stood at the same place where she had earlier dropped the duster holding her dress. She slipped the dress lower slowly, being a size smaller she had to literally peel it off her amazing gravity-defying breasts. As soon as the dress slipped off her tits, they jiggled with the joy of freedom. Her large nipples were hard and staring at me like a couple of lust-filled eyes. The dress was a tight fit on her waist and it stuck to her broad hips she wormed out of it in the most erotic way. When her dress finally reached her ankles, the sight in front of me mesmerized me, like always. Jenny was standing in front of me wearing a lascivious smile. Her thong was so wet you can see the outlines of her swollen pussy lips; her legs appeared more long and attractive in the stockings and high heels. "Do you like what you see Sir?" she asked. I was speechless, but in order to express my appreciation I got up, wrapped her up with my arms and kissed her on the lips. Jenny moaned in my mouth while I caressed her back and butt cheeks. She gasped when I picked her up then I carried her to the bedroom where I laid her down on the bed. I placed a pillow under her lush buttocks and proceeded to peel off her damp thong. As soon as I removed the thong from her pussy, her scent hit my nostrils like a freight train. Her crotch was cleanly shaven and her pink outer lips were swollen with anticipation. After I've removed her thong, I kissed her stocking encased feet. She giggled like a schoolgirl and said in between peals of laughter, "God Sir, it tickles!" Her daintily painted toes were looking beautiful in her stockings. I kissed my way towards her womanhood, which was looking very inviting, by the way. Jenny was squirming on the bed from my little kisses on her stocking clad legs and thighs, with the intention of teasing her a little more I blew on her cunt but kept caressing her creamy thighs just below her cunt with my lips. She grabbed my hair and dragged my face to her cunt, but I caught her wrists and kept licking near the stocking tops. I wanted her to beg. Finally unable to take any more she said, "Oh please Sir, please lick my pussy. I beg of you." I drove my tongue into her dripping cunt and bit her clit with my teeth. She must have been really turned on because as soon as I bit her clit, Jenny came with a loud grunt. A torrent of pussy juices bathed my mouth. I drank her sweet nectar as much as I could. When I got up my face was drenched with Jenny's cream. Jenny saw me and said in her sweet voice, "I am so sorry Sir I made a mess on your face please let me clean it for you." She laid me down on the bed and lying on top of me, she licked her juices from my chin. After cleaning it, she sat on top of me and rubbed her slick cunt up and down the length of my shaft, driving me crazy. "You made me feel so good Sir, let me repay you." Jenny slid down lower on my body until her face was level with my erect cock. She took my cock in her hands and peeled back the foreskin with her teeth; it was such a painful pleasure! "Umm... I see why your wife married you even when you were such a dork." She teased. "Any woman would kill to have this thing buried deep inside her pussy, but women like me would want to get a taste first." Jenny said licking my entire length. "Umm... you taste delicious." The New Maid Jenny slowly engulfed my whole cock. It was my turn to squirm now, her thick cock-sucking lips felt absolutely amazing. She tucked her hair behind her ear so that I could get a good view of her head bobbing up and down on my pole and her pendulous boobs swaying in rhythm. I could hardly watch the erotic scene in front of me since my eyes were rolling back in guilty pleasure. To raise the stakes, Jenny cupped my balls and fondled them mercilessly. I tried to warn Jenny that I was going to cum but the pleasure was too intense. A silent moan left my mouth when I emptied myself inside her mouth, rather than being disgusted Jenny kept on sucking my cock for all she was worth. My frenulum was now so sensitive that it was starting to hurt, but the new maid kept licking. After a couple of minutes she had sucked out the last drop of cum from my cock, she removed her lips with a loud pop. "Thanks for the gravy, it was delicious." Jenny said licking her lips. I looked down, and to my surprise, I was still hard as a rock. "Surprised? Don't be, you swallowed two blue-pills with your tea, and by the way, I can keep you hard the whole night" She said with a wink and then climbed on top of me. She rubbed her leaking cunt on my whole length; her juices were flowing like a river. When my dick was coated thickly with her fragrant nectar, she lined it with her slit. Impatient and aroused, I shoved my cock forward and immediately Jenny's slick pussy swallowed half of it up. We moaned simultaneously and our eyes rolled back in their sockets. As my thick cock probed the deep recesses of Jenny's pussy, she threw her head backwards in utter sexual bliss, her blonde hair flailing wildly. Her breasts were thrust forward and I could do nothing but on to them. Her pussy was pulsing around the length of my invading member. Jenny bit her lips as I rolled her erect nipples. "Don't just play with them Sir, pinch them. Fuck my pussy Sir, fuck your maid's pussy with your big cock." she ordered, as she covered my lips with hers. Jenny thrust her lips into my mouth and ground her bottom as I pinched her nipples. Jenny kept riding me like this for I don't know how long but I was getting closer and closer to the ultimate bliss and I wanted to quicken the pace. I gently rolled her over and picked up the pace of our fucking. Jenny's moans increased in tempo as I hit all the right notes. "Oh God yesss!!! Give it to me; give it to me harder!" she urged. I pounded her with all I had. The room was filled with Jenny's moans and the squishy sound of our lovemaking. The bed-cover underneath Jenny was wet with her juices leaking from her cunt, her cream splashed as I thrust inside her. I could sense that Jenny was close to her orgasm as she enclosed me with her meaty thighs and dug her heels deep in my back. "Fuck... Oh God fuck me harder Stan, I'm so very fucking close, I want your child Stan, fuck me harder, cum inside me! Yes... Yes... YES!" To quicken her climax I bent down and bit her nipple, and Jenny aka Alice, my wife came with a huge scream and her head was thrown back. Her pussy tightened around my cock triggering my climax. "YES! Come inside me Stan, give me your seed, empty your big balls inside my womb. Don't you dare pull out." She hissed. I came and came and came inside her slick, tight tunnel, my balls pumping out the largest load of my life inside Alice's love channel. When the spurting finally stopped, I collapsed on her breast, my eyes were hazy, and my ears buzzed. I lay on her lush body for a long time, my slowly deflating penis still firmly inside her satiny vagina. Alice combed her fingers through my hair lovingly; she massaged my scalp with her long manicured fingernails. "You know, you could've just told me that you bought a maid-dress and want to role-play." I said. "What fun would that have been? Besides, I wanted to practice my acting skills; I was in the theatre-group after all." She replied. We laid there together whispering sweet-nothings in each other's ears until we fell asleep. The next two days we continued to make love and we hardly came out of the bedroom. Old Mrs. McDonald came over on Sunday concern written all over her face, to enquire about us since she had heard some commotion the night before coming from our house. She stared daggers at me asked Alice privately whether there was any problem between us and if I was beating her. Alice blushed a bright red and shook her head and emphatic no, on hearing her question. It took some time for the motherly septuagenarian to comprehend the meaning of Alice's silent blush, but she finally understood and immediately dropped the matter. We invited our very happy and relieved neighbor to lunch with us and she gladly accepted. Before leaving, she kissed my cheek and blessed both of us. ********** The New Maid "I began making and using cleaning agents from all natural products when my son was quite young, Sir." "Why is that?" "He suffered from asthma and the harsh commercial cleaners added to his symptoms." "I see. And are you now going to tell me that the use of all natural cleaners curing him?" "Hardly. I think God and age and modern medicine did that, but I do think that by avoiding as many harsh chemicals as possible in the home, he had fewer flare ups." Vincent nodded, appreciating the honest answer. He'd had enough of housekeepers claiming that this natural regime would cure all ills. "I am strict and demanding in my standards, you understand. Should you accept this job, you will live upstairs, wear a uniform while on duty and refer to me as Sir or Mr. Vanderson." "Yes, sir. I expect I will." "And what of your son now?" "He is in his third year of college." Vincent's eyes widened. This woman could be no more than thirty-five years old. "I won't go too far into your personal life, but will he be expecting to stay with you during breaks from school?" "No, Sir. We have a two bedroom apartment which I have left to him. He sublets the second bedroom. He goes to school here in town, so I see him often." Alice was relieved that he had not, indeed, asked too many questions regarding her past. Still, she felt he had a right to know about her history. "To be brief, Sir, I was quite young when I had Emmit. My family wanted me to abort him, but I refused and so they disowned me. I had been date raped, you see, and no one, including me, knew who the father was, so I was alone with a young child. A neighbor lady, Mrs. Simms, took me in and taught me about the old ways of cleaning. I kept house for her in exchange for food and board. She passed away two years ago and I've been supporting myself and Emmit since then." "I see. And does Emmit also work?" "Yes, he is self-supporting now. He has a full ride scholarship to pay for his schooling and works part time at the library to pay for his other expenses." "Here's my offer. You will be on probably for this week. If all works out well, I will offer you the job. For this week, though, you will stay here and follow all of the rules in this booklet. If you have question, ask me at any time. You salary may seem a bit low, but that will change after this week. Your compensation will also include room, board, health and car insurance, and a 1 month paid vacation. Alice was stunned by the generosity and quickly accepted. She followed a servant who carried her bag to her room. Actually, it was more of a suite. A small bedroom complete with a queen sized bed, wooden wardrobe, five drawer dresser and vanity with matching cushioned seat. The dark blue curtains matched the bedspread and rub. One door opened to a bathroom complete with tub, shower, stool, cabinet filled with fresh towels and a stainless steel sink. The medicine cabinet contained basic hygiene products along with a fresh toothbrush, comb, hairbrush and blow-dryer. Off to the left of the bedroom was yet another room which contained a loveseat, end table, two chairs, a rug and small writing desk with matching chair. On the end table was an electric kettle, a tea pot, two mugs and a variety of tea choices. A small leather bound book sat on the desktop. "Mr. Vanderson requests that you spend the afternoon reading your manual. A meal will be sent up to you at six o'clock. When you finish, simply place the tray on the floor outside of your room. You should also try on your uniform and let me know if something does not fit." Alice leaned against the door once the servant, whose name she did not know, left. She then went to open the wardrobe, fearing what her uniform might look like. She was not anxious to wear something overly provocative, but would do so if it meant keeping this job. To her pleasure, her uniform was a simple, well made and very modest dress consisting of side buttons, a narrow belt and capped sleeves. After trying it on, she noted that it fit perfectly and would be quite easy to move about in, an important feature since she was often bending over and on her hands and knees while cleaning. Next, she fixed herself a cup of tea and sat down to read her employee's manual. For Maids in the Employ of Mr. Vanderson The following are expected duties to be completed on a daily basis. Master bathroom: toilet, shower, bath, sink and counters cleaned and disinfected and the floor mopped. Fresh towels hung by Five o'clock in the evening as I shower after dinner. All soaps, shampoos, lotions and other sundry will be checked and replaced as needed. First floor carpets cleaned with a push sweeper and hard floors dust mopped. Magazines and newspapers will be recycled daily and replace with current issues. Master bedroom: bed made by 6:30 a.m. weekdays and 7:00 a.m. weekends. Carpet swept, clothing folded and put away every evening. Trash disposed of, curtains opened after the bed is made, laundry and dry cleaning replaced in their appropriate places. Weekly Responsibilities Maid will set her own schedule but each of the following must be addressed on a weekly basis. All carpets vacumed. Linens in all used bedrooms changed. Hard floors mopped by hand. All guest bathrooms scrubbed All furniture polished in all rooms Ash removed from all fireplaces walls brushed down Library straightened and books replaced in their appropriate place Fresh flowers in master bedroom, dining room and main parlor. Fresh flowers in guest rooms if guests are expected. All verandas swept and dusted. Monthly Responsibilities All inside windows washed and all outside windows on first floor washed. Arrangements made for professional window washers for outside upper floors. All framed artwork cleaned and dusted. Mattresses on all beds rotated (you may enlist the help of the butler for this) Other Responsibilities may also include but are not limited to the following upon the request of your employer or if the need arrises. The purchase of new linens and towels Professional carpet cleaning Personal shopping services Polishing of silver and dinner services In return for the above services, Mr. Vanderson will provide five uniforms to be worn at all times while on duty, serviceable shoes of the maid's choice so long as they compliment the uniform, all cleaning supplies (maid will provide a list of what is needed every Friday and the materials will be available every Monday morning), a personal suite, three meals a day along with healthy snacks, tea, water, coffee or lemonade as desired by the maid. He will also provide medical insurance coverage and pay for any medical bills of the maid while under his employ. He will pay for a cell phone, car and car insurance. Should the maid fail in any of her duties, the two will have a meeting to discuss the issue and come to an amiable agreement. Mr. Vanderson has the right to correct the maid's conduct, decorum, or work habits in order to help her meet his expectations. The maid has the right to refuse such correction and will then immediate leave the premises with two weeks salary. The maid will at all times refer to her employer as Mr. Vanderson or Sir and He, in turn, will refer to her as Miss Alice. (Whoa! He has her name in here already???) or some other respectable term. Should Miss Alice disagree with a particular form of the address, Mr. Vanderson will refrain from the use of such term once he is made aware of the situation. Miss Alice will have a weekly meeting with Mr. Vanderson every Tuesday afternoon at 3:00 in the library to discuss the week's schedule and other new and old business as needed. Closing the book, Alice couldn't deny the reasonableness of her new employer but wondered about the consequences of disappointing him. Hearing a quiet knock on her door, she opened it to discover a lovely young woman wearing a similar uniform as hers holding a covered tray. "Here's you dinner, Miss Alice. Shall I set it down in your parlor?" "Yes, that would be lovely, er. . " "Miss Sally. I'm the assistant cook, so we'll be together often in our duties. Now, i hope you enjoy your dinner, but before I go, can I answer any questions?" "Oh my. I have so many, but the main one is, are you happy working here?" Alice asked anxiously. Sally's face split into a wide smile and she answered, "Yes, miss. I'm very happy. Mr. Vanderson has high standards and doesn't shirk on reprimanding us if we step out of line, but he's fair and reasonable." Alice bit her lip and asked, "What do you mean 'reprimanding'?" "Well, miss, that's something for you and Mr. Vanderson to decide. If that's all, I'll bid you good night," Sally answered quickly. Before shutting the door, though, she added, "But I wouldn't worry about that too much. Mr. Vanderson will never do anything you object to, but he might just surprise you a bit." Her mind full of questions, Alice looked over her manual again while she ate her dinner of grilled chicken, a light salad and glazed carrots. When she finished the deliciously simple meal, she placed the tray outside of her door and prepared a bath for herself. According to the manual, she needed to be in the kitchen for breakfast no later than 6:00 a.m., so she thought she'd have an early night. "Miss Alice, do you have questions?" I stood in front of Mr. Vanderson's desk in the library. I had risen at 5:00 that morning, dressed in my uniform and Keds tennis shoes, gone to the kitchen for breakfast and attended to the duties listed for the Master bedroom and bathroom. It was now 8:00 a.m. and I was feeling pretty good about myself. "I do, Sir." He waited. "Well, first of all, who will be my direct supervisor?" "I will." This surprised me. I had assumed it would be the Butler, Mr. Morris. "And has my work been satisfactory so far this morning?" "The work has, yes." Again, not quite the answer I was expecting, but moving on. "The manual mentioned possible reprimands for work not meeting your satisfaction. I'd like more details on that, Sir." He smiled. "Yes, I assume you would. First of all, you could be reprimanded for not only your work but also for your decorum and dress." "I see." "No, I don't think you do. For example. You neglected to use the word 'Sir' or 'Mr. Vanderson' just now. That would normally warrant a reprimand, but since this is still your training week, you are forgiven." I felt my eyes widen as I began to understand just how formal and strict Mr. Vanderson intended to be. "Yes, Sir. I understand. May I ask if I have broken any other expectations?" "Certainly, Miss Alice." He stood and walked around me. Slowly. "Lift your dress, please," he stated. I jumped, startled, and asked, "Why, Sir?" He laughed a bit and said, "I'm happy to hear the title added. Because, Miss Alice, you were instructed to wear your uniform, which you have, and shoes of your choice, which you have, and which compliment the uniform, which they do. However, you were not instructed to wear any other garments and I see an outline of both bra and panty lines. Now, please do as I asked." I gulped. Did I really want to do this? I could walk away, after all. I thought about the assistant cook and my conversation with her both last night and this morning. She too wore a uniform - sans panty lines - and seemed quite happy, not mistreated at all. Besides, I couldn't deny my curiosity about Mr. Vanderson. Slowly, I lifted the skirt of my dress to my waist, my white cotton panties fully exposed. "I see. This would certainly be grounds for a reprimand, Miss Alice." Making a sudden decision, I removed the offending garment. I walked to the trash can and deposited them into it. "Mr. Vanderson, I'd like begin as we plan to go on. When you excuse me from this room, I promise you I will go directly to my room and remove the bra. I'd do so now, but that would involve removing my entire uniform and I'm simply not comfortable with that quite yet. I want you to know I appreciate this week long trial, but I'd prefer to know exactly what a reprimand will be since I have no doubt that I will make other mistakes in the future," I answered, my voice shaking a bit toward the end. He stared at me for a moment and then nodded. "Very well, Miss Alice. I must say your spirit pleases me greatly as does your common sense. It is good to know exactly what one has agreed to before committing." He sat back on his chair and pushed it away from the desk. "If you will place yourself over my lap and keep your dress pushed up Miss Alice, I will demonstrate a light reprimand." I gulped. Waited a moment, then did as he said. In for a penny, in for a pound, right? A pound was lightly putting it. After what could have been no more than five minutes, I was squirming and kicking. Mr. Vanderson held me tightly in place with one arm around my waist while he continued to pound away on my bare bottom. I bit my lip and tried not to cry out, but that was impossible. Both the humiliation and the pain overcame me and I began to cry quietly. He must have sensed this because a moment later he gently rubbed my throbbing bottom and turned me over so that I was sitting on his lap. He held my hands and looked at me very directly. "I know that was uncomfortable for you, Miss Alice, but you need to know what to expect from any further misdemeanors. All of my employees expect the same treatment and so you should have no shame if they hear you cry or even see the markings. Is this clear" I sniffed and answered, "Yes, Mr. Vanderson, quite clear." "And now do you wish to end our agreement and collect your two weeks salary?" "Absolutely not, Sir," I answered unhesitantly. "I rather prefer your form of reprimand that worrying over something I may or may not have done wrong. Am I to assume that once you have corrected my errors and I make amends that the incident is over" Mr. Vanderson smiled, "Yes, Miss Alice, that is precisely the case. However, I must warn you, I do have unorthodox tastes, but great respect for my staff. So if I were to suggest something you were not comfortable with, you are welcome to give a counter appeal with no fear of disappointment." "I understand, Sir. And thank you. Now, if it pleases you, I'd like to adjust my wardrobe to your specification then carry on with my work."