The Billionaire's Maid (Deflowered by the Boss)

The Billionaire's Maid

By Moira McGuinness

Copyright 2013 Moira McGuinness

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The Billionaire's Maid

Book Design by Moira McGuinness

I watched as he unbuttoned her
shirt, holding her close to him. He grazed at her flesh, licking and
biting her stomach. Taking off her bra she pushed him into her
breasts, his tongue flicking at her nipples, taking one fully into
his mouth. Throwing her head back she clutched him closer to him,
running her fingernails through his hair.

Standing, he held the back of her
head as she unbuttoned his pants. Taking out his cock she fed it into
her willing mouth. While he held onto her, pushing her face into his
groin she teased at his balls, and ran her hand over his stomach,
digging her deep red fingernails into his skin. His cock was huge, a
thick proud specimen that she fought with, allowing it to sway
between hurried sucks. Wildly it swung, hitting the side of her
cheeks.

Standing her up he led her over to
the bed where he bent her over. Now looking directly at me she
waiting for him to enter, her ass high in the air. Standing behind
her he held his dick in one hand while parting her lips with the
other, before pushing his cock deep into her. Despite the thick glass
that separated us I could hear her moans and she writhed on the bed,
bucking as he roughly fucked her.

Standing in the garden my fingers
were now furiously rubbing my clit, my other hand still wrapped
around the dog’s lead. While sure that I could not be seen I
was both terrified of being caught, and engrossed in the show. Hiding
in the orchard I was probably 50 feet from the house, 100 feet from
the road. Leaning against a tree, holding onto a dog, watching my new
employers as they fucked. My hand switching from my bosom to my
pussy, I gripped the trunk behind me as I watched and fingered
myself, seeing that he was now holding her hair, slapping her ass,
and pushing himself into her. As I felt myself reaching orgasm he
pulled out, turning her around to face his cock. Her mouth wide open
he shot his cum over her face and her tits, shuddering as he released
his massive load.

I pulled my hand out from my dress
and hurried to the side of the house, aware that they may want a late
night snack before bed. Sex has a way of increasing appetite, those
burned calories need to be replaced. Putting the dog in her crate for
the night I washed my hands in the kitchen sink, sitting down at the
table to await any instructions. When I heard footsteps descending
the stairs I grabbed a magazine - hoping to look occupied, as though
I’d been here the whole time. Not standing outside in the
garden like a teenage boy, peeking in through the windows, watching a
young married couple fuck. When Mr. Anderson walked in, dressed in a
white t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms, he seemed surprised to see
me.

“
Amber!”,
he said in surprise. “You’re still up? I thought you’d
gone to bed ages ago!”.

“
I
wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed”, I said
meekly; acutely aware that by now, he probably had. “Plus the
dog was whining to be let out. Would you like me to make you any
food?”.

“
No
no!”, he said. “You go on to bed. We’ll talk in the
morning about when your hours should be. There’s no need for
you to be waiting on us at this hour”.

We were still learning the ropes.
This was the first time I’d been employed as a maid, and the
first time that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had taken one.

I sometimes felt that he was a
little uncomfortable with their wealth. Mr. Anderson had been born
into a wealthy family, but most of the money that he now had was held
in trust until he was 30. He had joined the family business - an
investment firm - when out of college, and had spent the following 8
years working in all departments to get an understanding of exactly
how the company was run. He had been paid a decent salary, enough to
buy a house and car, and had learned how to manage his employees. Now
34 he and his new wife had bought a sprawling mansion in the town
that I had grown up in, and had decided to employ a maid to help them
around the house.

20 years old, I had wanted to
leave the family home but had nowhere to go. Answering an ad online
for a live in helper, I had jumped on the chance to both work and
leave home.

I hadn't had the happiest of
childhoods. My family were supportive enough, but I wasn't really too
popular at school and didn't have many friends. I'd never had a
boyfriend, pretty much never been kissed, and certainly never had
sex. Watching my bosses fuck was as much education as erotic. I
longed to be in her place, to feel what she felt, to do what she did.
I had a small vibrator but to date, it was my only sexual partner.

I had moved in a week ago. Taking
a room in the rafters of the house I had a twin bed, a dressing
table, a wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. A small bathroom was
attached to my room, with a clawfoot tub and tiny medicine cabinet. I
didn’t care what the place looked like, that the wallpaper was
peeling in the corners of the room, or that there was no television
or radio, this was my little corner, a place to call home.

The next morning typified the
different relationships that I had with Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. Mr.
Anderson left for work early, usually out of the door at 6am. He
departed before I woke and he has told me that he doesn’t want
me to do anything for him before he leaves. He makes his own coffee,
he feeds and takes the dog out, and tries to be as quiet as possible
so as to not disturb anyone else.

Mrs. Anderson, on the other hand,
treated me quite differently. She rose at 10am, summoning me by
ringing a bell that she kept hidden from her husband in her bedside
cabinet. When I reached her room she lay in bed and directed me to
fetch her clothing from her closet in her dressing room, or ‘boudoir’
as she called it. When I had fetched her outfit she required me to
help her dress, taking care to cover her breasts from my sight. Not
that it mattered, of course. I had seen her fully naked the night
before, I’d seen her sliding the cock of her husband in between
her cleavage. She could play the part of demure lady all that she
wanted, I’d seen her at her dirtiest.

That night, after I had served
dinner I stood alone, washing the dishes in the kitchen. Listening to
some light music I stood for a while, staring out of the window. I
didn’t even hear footsteps or the door opening. Turning around
with a dinner plate in my hand I jumped when I saw Mr. Anderson,
standing just a couple of feet away from me. The plate slipped out of
my hand, smashing into a hundred pieces.

“
Oh
no!”, I screamed. “I am so sorry!”.

“
Please!”
he said, bending to pick up the shards. “It was my fault. I
didn’t mean to scare you like that”.

I couldn’t bear to think
what Mrs. Anderson’s reaction would have been, if she had been
here.

After Mr. Anderson picked up the
larger pieces of the place I vacuumed the floor. Making sure that all
of the fragments were cleaned, we sat at the small table and shared a
pot of french press coffee.

“
I’d
like to thank you”,he said. Dreaded words. I’d heard them
only once before, immediately before being fired. “I sometimes
don’t know what I’d do without you”.

“
Oh,
it’s really nothing”, I said blushing slightly. Ever
since I’d met Mr. Anderson I’d had a little bit of a
crush on him, even before seeing him naked. He wasn’t the
tallest man but he was well built and carried himself confidently. He
always dressed impeccably, wearing closely tailored suits to work and
designer jeans with t-shirts around the house. He had a weight room
in the basement, part of his ‘man cave’, and would
frequently come upstairs with his shirt off, his smooth chest
glistening with sweat.

He leaned in towards me, keeping
his voice low so that his wife wouldn’t hear us from the next
room.

“
Between
you and me”, he said in a hushed tone. “I sometimes think
that you’re the only sane person in this house”.

I sometimes thought he was right.
Mrs. Anderson seemed to be more in love with her husbands money than
she was with the person. I had no doubt that she wouldn’t be
with him if he wasn’t in a house like this, or if she didn’t
have access to the credit limits on their shared credit cards.
Whenever he walked shirtless through the house on his way to the
shower it was only me who looked up at him. While I had witnessed
their lovemaking the night before I wondered if she only opened her
legs to keep his wallet open too.

Going upstairs to bed after
walking the dog I took a bath in the clawfoot tub. Allowing my hands
to wander I thought back to my moment with Mr. Anderson, when he had
leaned in close to me to whisper his thoughts in my ear. Leaning my
head back I ran my fingers across the outline of my breasts,
imagining Mr. Anderson's lips upon them. I turned my head to one side
to bear my neck, almost feeling his tongue caressing me, nibbling at
my earlobe, running his fingers through my hair.

Naked and wet I jumped from the
bath and into my room. Lying on the bed I reached over to my
nightstand, opening its drawer I located my trusted vibrator. Slender
and smooth it was nowhere near the size of the cock that I had seen
the night before, but it was all that I had - all that I ever had -
and it would have to do. Engaging it I first put it into my mouth,
allowing the buzzing to tickle my tongue, fantasizing that it was Mr.
Anderson’s dick that I was tasting. Rolling my nipples with my
free hand I felt my pussy yearning to be touched, aching for
something to be inside. First warming up my clit with my hand I
rubbed myself vigorously, my eyes closed as I moaned softly. My
nipples tender, every tough brought me closer to orgasm.

Hurriedly I could take no more. I
brought the vibrator down to my pussy, massaging my clit with the
purring toy until my folds beckoned me to enter. Sliding my plaything
deep inside I pictured Mr. Anderson standing over me, thrusting his
dick inside, sending me to the brink of my pleasure.

Fucking myself strongly, my eyes
still closed and with my right hand grasping at my tits I rode
myself, rocking against my toy. Holding it inside my pussy and
against my clit I buckled under the strain, sending myself to a
strong orgasm.

Lying
on my bed, still with my eyes closed, I heard a quiet footstep.
Sitting up quickly I looked towards my door, to see it closing.
Someone had been watching me.
The
watcher had become the watched!

The next morning I watched from my
window as Mr. Anderson went to his car. I wasn’t positive who
was watching me finger myself the night before, but it had to be one
of he or his wife. I really hoped it had been him, my hands against
the window almost called for him to look up and wave at me. Turning
before he got to his car he seemed to look up in my direction, before
turning back to head off to work.

Mrs. Anderson gave no clues. She
was her usual belligerent self and made me fetch three different
outfits to wear, before jumping into her convertible and heading to
the mall. She worked so hard there, spending almost a full day
spending the money that her husband had made. Such a hard life when
you’re the wife of a billionaire.