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Maid Service (A story)
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Today was the day that James was to meet his new maid. He had given the specialized service that supplied the maid specific details about what he wanted. The obvious things - body-type, breast size, hair color... He wanted one who despite a body made to be fucked was demure and innocent. He hadn't phrased it that way exactly to the woman on the phone, but, he made that requirement clear.
There was one particular catch. The maid was to arrive at his front door already dressed to meet his specifications. And when the doorbell rang and James opened the door there she was in all her glory.
"Well hello there, Monica." James greeted the young woman standing there.
It was quite a sight to behold. It is not every day you open your door to a curly-haired, statuesque beauty standing there in the particular outfit she was wearing.
James eyed her up and down feeling very satisfied with the service's choice. He continued to look at her for a few more moments. He wanted to enjoy her in the natural light of day for a bit. He finally stepped aside and motioned for her to enter his home.
Her shoulder brushed his body as she passed. He looked down on her glorious tits and caught her scent. As she put a few feet of distance between them her bare ass came into view. Yes, he thought, dressed exactly as I asked.
"Where would you like me, sir?" she asked in a voice just above a whisper.
"First off, Monica, you can call me James."
"Why don't you step into the kitchen area straight ahead," James instructed.
It was a walk of about forty feet and James, following behind, watched her ass undulate side to side as she strode into the kitchen. Her spiked heels only helped to accentuate the way she walked.
She entered the kitchen, chose a spot and then spun around to face him.
"Well, there you are...."
"How do you feel dressed like that?" James inquired.
Monica had her curly hair pinned up. Strands of her curls spilled out though and rested on her cheeks. Though wearing a beautiful black bra, her breasts where fully exposed -- freed from the bra cups. The cups, resting underneath her breasts served to push up and accentuate their roundness. Her nipples were sizable and prominent. That seemed to be their natural state. No need to coax them to attention. They would always be at the ready - for fingertips or tongue to have their way.
Moving down, the expanse of Monica's flat abdomen was framed by a black lace garter belt. It rode across the soft whiteness of her belly - below her belly button and above a slightly unruly patch of pubic hair. As instructed, she was wearing a garter belt with no panties.
Adam was tired of woman with completely shaved pubes. He loved the contrast of dark pubic hair against white skin.
Monica's pussy hair appeared to be downy soft with the appearance of being wild. He knew that slightly unkempt look had to be painstakingly maintained though. Not spreading out too far either way across the pubic bone toward the hips. And not infringing on her perfectly shaved lips. In fact, James could distinctly make out that line of demarcation. The start of her lips - how they slightly protruded, just showing themselves ever so much, before disappearing below. That slight peak, with the clit so near to it, caused James' cock to swell. His anticipation grew as he thought about the moment her entire pussy would be before him. Completely open to inspect and ultimately have his way with. That was to come.
"Please turn around now," James instructed,
Her beautiful back was not to him. He stepped to her and grabbed her shoulders. Feeling her firm muscles and hot skin. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and deeply inhaled her scent. He then lowered his hands onto her bare hips and stepped into her slightly, so that their bodies were one. Again he breathed her in.
Stepping back he saw how round and firm her ass was. The garder belt across the expanse of her back, the stocking straps running downward over her cheeks, just slightly off center - on the outer curvature of each one. Meeting the top of each stocking on the back of her legs. Due to the height of her heels, her hips cocked upward just enough to give her ass a slight outward thrust. Like it was subtly presenting itself for whatever it may have coming.
Feeling more emboldened by the second James had to take advantage of that. He wanted more than ever to see her ass and pussy in their full splendor.
"monica, are you doing okay, sweetie?" he asked.
"I am, James." She replied. But this time a sly smile crossed her face. She knew what she was there for and she enjoyed her work with all her soul. Granted, she was usually the one "in control", but she was liking this. She was excited with the thought of what was coming next and was anxious to see James' face when it became obvious just how excited she was. She knew her pussy lips would spill open with the first parting of her legs - swollen and wet. The thought of it kept her smile going.
"Please continue your inspection, James. I really want this job and I want to meet all your qualifications."
"okay then, let's continue. Monica I want you to lean forward over the kitchen table and reach behind and grab each cheek.....
She did exactly as instructed. She leaned over the table in front of her. Her breasts dangling down. Her erect nipples brushed against the wood grain of the table and sent a shiver through her. She could swear her pussy got wetter that very moment. She then reached her hands around behind herself and grabbed the flesh of each of her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Her asshole was now fully exposed. She felt her pussy lips give ever so slightly.
"look to your left, " instructed James.
She did so. On the table was an array of black as night butt plugs aligned from small to larger.
"Choose one," she was told.
Her first instinct was to play it safe and choose the smallest even though at this point she really wanted the largest. She already wanted to be filled to the limit. To feel her asshole stuffed and stretched out. She settled on a mid-size one, pointing it out with an upward movement of her head.
James grabbed the one she indicated, opened a nearby bottle of lube and proceeded to lubricate the butt plug. Satisfied it was slippery enough he stepped toward the bent over maid.
Her asshole was tight and pink - it's circular shape stretched to an oval by her pulling her cheeks apart. He wiped some of the lube from his fingertips onto the puckered hole and gently ran the meat of his fingertip over it, pushing in on the fleshy depression before finally sliding it in fully. He felt Monica flinch ever so slightly. Her asshole offered little to no resistance to his finger. That was good because it had bigger things in store for it soon enough.
After a few seconds he pulled his finger out and placed the tip of the butt plug against her asshole and gently began applying pressure. The tip went in easily and with a bit more pressure it slid in close to its widest point. He loved the look of her asshole stretched wide by the black plug -- a perfect taut circle of flesh. She seemed okay with this so he pushed harder and the plug sank in-- her asshole swallowing the plug and then snapping shut around its narrow base, clinging to it tightly.
"that was too easy" James thought. "I'll have to challenge her a bit more later."
"okay, you can stand up now" instructed James.
She did so and James spun her around pushing the back of her legs against the edge of the table. He guided her, laying her down on her back on the table top. He then reached down and grabbed her stocking-clad ankles and lifted her legs up while pushing them in so that her knees bent. He planted her heeled feet flat on the table and pushed her knees apart.
Stepping back, James got a view of the maid's beautiful pussy. There was no pubic hair to obscure her large, plump pussy lips - still clinging to each other. He reached over and pushed her knees a bit further apart and that seemed to do the trick. Her lips let go of each other. Now her hole was slightly visible to him. Her clit prominent -- straining against its slick, fleshy housing. James was surprised by its size. It was clearly like a very small cock and he could see himself stroking it, running his tongue along its rigid length and sucking it. That would happen soon enough.
James was only human and he needed to taste that pussy. He knelt down between Monica's legs and planted the palms of his hands on the back of each of her thighs and pushed them upward and apart. He then leaned in and ran his tongue in a very broad stroke up the length of her exposed pussy. With just enough pressure to break past her outer lips and slightly penetrate her hole as his tongue passed over it. When his tongue landed on her stout clit, he latched onto it and sucked it into his mouth. Purposely generating an excess of saliva, he began more or less trying to slurp her clit out of its fleshy home. She tasted wonderful. Sweet and musky at the same time.
Monica let out a gasp. She knew what this job involved and always found pleasure in it, but she sensed this one was going to be different. More often than not, she was dominated for the sole pleasure of the man. He rarely had any interest in her enjoyment or fulfillment. James she felt was going to be different. It almost seemed to her that he was doing this for her as much as for himself. She smiled thinking what might lie ahead.
"Okay Monica, we're off to a good start here. You are very lovely and I think you're going to work out fine for this assignment. Would you like to go upstairs and see where the bulk of your responsibilities are going to be?"
"yes, James, I would," she cooed.
"come with me, please" he instructed and reached out his hand.
Monica grabbed his hand and off they headed up to the bedroom. When they reached the staircase James motioned for the maid to start up ahead of him. He watched her walk as she made her way up the steps, seeing flashes of the butt plug each time she lifted her leg to take a step. Feeling a bit playful, and perhaps overstepping her role, Monica paused on the steps, bent forward, reached around and spread her ass. She thrust it out for maximum exposure.
"Butt plug still firmly in place, sir. I just thought you might want to know that."
James smiled. He liked that and he thanked her.
The two made their way into the "bedroom". Most bedrooms do not have restraining tables, ropes, pullies and harnesses, etc as this one did.
"I have a bit of a surprise for you my dear," James said while turning toward her.
He released her hand and made his way over to a panel of some kind on the wall. What would a push of one of those buttons reveal? Hell, every piece of bondage gear she had ever seen was already in sight in the room she thought. Her heart jumped in her chest. Had she misjudged him and the situation? A pang of apprehension shot through her. Oh, she was still excited. Apprehension is a big part of the experience in the dominance game. She knew that. In fact, she had made it through some pretty heavy treatment and actually enjoyed it. But what was next she wondered.
And with the push of a button a wall panel slid aside and revealed a large, luxuriously appointed bed.
James approached.
Looking her in the eyes, he reached up and gently fondled her beautiful tits. He then began pinching and twirling her firm nipples. She closed her eyes and sighed. She loved her nipples being manipulated. Soon she felt his lips and tongue on them. Her eyes remained closed as she savored the feeling -- not knowing if this was going to end and be replaced with stressful positions, ropes, spankings, slaps, humiliation...
"Monica, how would you mind climbing into my awesome bed?"
"The bed?" she repeated.
"Of course, why not?"
"You don't want to tie me to that bondage table?" she asked.
"Not unless you want to. I want to do whatever you want, but I'd really rather have you in the bed. In fact, if you look there is a bottle of champagne on the bedside table. And since you are the maid, I'm gonna give you the duty of making sure our glasses are always filled."
"Yes sir" she stammered and quickly made her way to the champagne bottle, opened it and poured two glasses. The sensation of the butt plug still bringing her much pleasure.
After taking a healthy sip, she grabbed the second glass and climbed onto the bed. She lay on her side, leaning on her elbow. Her long legs crossed at her ankles. She looked ravishing. He went and grabbed his glass. She rolled over, now supporting herself on both elbows. She parted her legs. There seemed to be a power shift going on. In her mind she started to quietly take control. She lifted her legs and spread them further apart. Her pussy came into view. She stuck two fingers in her mouth while staring in James' eyes and got them good and wet. She then used both to rub her clit and rewet her lips, not that they needed it. She was very wet. She rubbed in firm, wide circles -- all while smiling at her "boss". She then sank both fingers as deep into her pussy as they would go. Her hips writhed. Her head fell back and her eyes closed. After pulling her fingers out, she then reached down and rotated the butt plug in her ass. She then began pulling it out. Her tight asshole clung to the plug. It was like it didn't want to let go of it - keeping a firm grip on it. Her asshole finally gave out, momentarily stretching wide as the meaty part passed and snapping shut once it was clear. She began aggressively rubbing her loosened asshole circularly with her two wet fingers once the plug was clear. Her fingers stabbing inside herself easily.
"Hey you just gonna stand there, boss" she jokingly barked out. "And do you think you can grab me a proper size plug first? I really, really want something up my ass."
James made his way over to a wall cabinet to find a "proper size" butt plug. This should be fun he thought....
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Posted on : Aug 20, 2015
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