The Maid For Service Bundle (6 page)

“All right,” I said after a moment. “O-okay.”

It was such sweet, sweet bliss, giving in to him. My heart raced. I kissed his hand, but he withdrew it. I had to earn the privilege, I realized.

“On your knees, then.”

Quickly, I dropped to my knees, and my hands went to his pants.

“Not like that,” he said. “You’ll crawl if you want to suck me off.”

Obediently, then, I shuffled back a bit and crawled forward—but he stopped me.

“From the front of the room. I want to watch you work.”

My pussy was on fire! Stifling my shame, I got up and walked to the front of the room, got down on my hands and knees, and began to crawl forward toward him. His face broke out into a wide grin.

Slowly, I slid up his pants and unzipped them. Before long, I had exposed the treasure there that I had wanted for so very long.

His cock was
so big
. Really, really big. I didn’t know anything on a man could
be
so big...and it was just growing bigger, right in front of my eyes. Stiffening, because of me. This powerful, enormous man...and I had this sexy, perfect effect on him.

It was an intoxicating thought.

Slowly, I let my mouth envelope its largeness. It was slow-going at first. I took him in bit by bit, the thick flesh pressing up into the roof of my mouth and then back, down into my throat. I gagged a bit, but he held me fast, not letting me back up to catch my breath. He seemed to enjoy making my gag—knowing that his cock was so huge that it was barely possible for any woman to take him.

“That’s it,” he said. “Keep going. You’re being an awfully good girl, Claudette.”

I moaned, my pussy twitching at the compliment. God, I loved being called their good girl.

I was enjoying myself so much that my work got rather sloppy. It was my first blowjob, after all. My drool layered down his thick meat, saliva and precum mixing together and landing in my bountiful cleavage. My breaths were so hard, so frequent, that my tits spilled out of my tiny sexy maid’s outfit.

From reading articles on the internet, I had learned that I was supposed to stroke his shaft when I couldn’t get it all in my mouth—so I did that too. He loved it.

“I’m gonna cum right in your throat,” he moaned. “You want that, good girl? You want to taste your Sir’s cum?”

I moaned out that I did. There was no mistaking. I wanted to feel him fill my belly up. He pushed my hands away and started fucking my mouth wholesale—fucking my face like he owned it.

He did own it.

Fucking my mouth like it was his own personal pussy, like I was nothing but an object created to suck him off.

As far as I knew, at that moment, I was.

Groaning, he exploded down my throat, layering the thick piles of goo straight into my stomach. He spasmed and shuddered, sending down more and more of the salty, delicious substance in my mouth and into my tummy.

I slid off his cock, obediently cleaning him off. He didn’t even have to threaten me with my job. I wanted to taste him.

“Good girl,” he said with a sigh, clutching at my thick hair. “What a good girl.”

* * * * *

O
ver the next week, Mister Castle came in and out, in more ways than one.

He continued his busy schedule of traveling for business, but whenever he was home, he made special time to have me on my knees before him. I didn’t even bother asking him if it was what he wanted after the first couple of sessions. When he got home, I simply waited in his office, under his desk, on my knees, fingering my pussy helplessly.

Whatever was making my boobs get bigger and my hips wider was making me hornier as well. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about much at all anymore except looking hot for Castle and having super-awesome blowjob sessions.

Terrance continued to be aggressive, although he seemed very surprised, one afternoon, when I dropped to my knees after he grabbed one super-sensitive tit. I ripped down his pants, blabbing coarsely about how I needed to practice for Mister Castle.

He pushed me into the pantry and fucked me in the corner. I wasn’t even on my knees—just a heap in the corner while Terrance fucked my eager, willing mouth. My good girl mouth.

I was made to do this, I thought again and again, thumbing my clit. Made to serve.

After that, Terrance took regular advantage of me. He knew what to say, now—that I wasn’t a good girl unless I was putting in practice for Castle.

One day in the pantry, after I finished obediently cleaning his cock, he made me an offer.

“We could fuck, you know.”

He let me think about it. I had to. I knew there were reasons against it, but they were so hard to grasp lately. His cum was so fucking yummy, and I was clearly made for fucking, and...

Oh right. Marriage. We weren’t married.

“Um...it’s just...like, we have to get...married, right? So I can’t.”

“We don’t have to be married. I’ll just take my dick, stick it in your cunt, and we’ll be fucking. That’s how it works.”

After a moment, I nodded. That made tons of sense.

“But...you’ll use a condom, right? I’m worried about...Lilah, she keeps telling me I’m so fertile.”

“A condom?” He scoffed. “No way.”

“Then...we can’t. I’m sorry.”

“You know...a good girl would fuck me.”

“N-no. Terrance. Come on. Don’t do that.”

“It’s true, Claudette. Good girls don’t care whether a man has a condom on or not.”

Somehow, I continued to resist...and he didn’t push it. It was like he was just trying to get me used to the idea of being fucked bareback.

Lilah continued to have me in every morning, dressing me. Still landing opportune kisses whenever she wanted. I fought less and less, protested less and less.

Enjoyed myself more and more.

One night, she invited me up for a nightcap. The weather was turning cold, but the house was nice and toasty, despite its size. It possessed a state-of-the-art central air and heating system. Going to Lilah’s room for a nightcap become a sort of regular habit, the two of us getting a little bit tipsy and flirty before bed. Of course, she dressed me up first. Putting me in lingerie or nighties.

Lilah was already quite liquidated, if you know what I mean. I’d hardly seen her more drunk than she was that night. When I walked in, she was already falling all over the bed, giggling delightedly.

“Look who decided to show!” she laughed. “What a
good
girl.”

That particular night, she wanted us to match, and so after some time in her closet, we did. My enormously busty body was decked out in tight yellow lingerie—a lace corset, thigh-high stockings, and sexy yellow platform sandals. Lilah dressed in the exact same outfit. Our tits spilled out of it—the outfits were made, apparently, for someone who was a little less busty than the two of us. Lilah could have fixed it, of course, but that wouldn’t have been very fun, would it?

“Could you imagine what Mister Castle of the house would do, coming in and seeing his two women dressed like this?” She squeezed her nipples, biting one lip. “He’d positively cream himself.”

I felt my pussy hop at the idea. If he came in and ordered me to, I’d gladly suck him off with Lilah watching. Or with Lilah helping. It wouldn’t really be cheating if she was helping. Besides, blowjobs weren’t real sex anyway. That’s why I could do them for Mister Castle whenever he wanted.

“Yes,” I said, sipping at my brandy. “He totally would, you’re right.”

There was one difference between my outfit and hers—gloves. She wore hot elbow-length yellow opera gloves. They felt amazing, so soft on my tits as she tugged and pulled gently at my outfit.

“You look
so
. Fucking.
Hot
. In this, Claudette. You really, really do.”

Her lips slid up to my neck. Stoically, I allowed her to, my cunt squirming.

My one rule left was that I wouldn’t partake in any affection, any delivering of any sort of kissing or touching, unless I was explicitly told to do so. But she was making it very, very hard to follow this rule of mine.

I think she could sense it, to tell you the truth. I think she was trying to play a game of erotic chicken with me

“You shall do something for me,” she whispered in my ear.

“Yes, ma’am?”

I was a little drunk at this point. Her lingerie felt so good, so light. Every movement was so supported. My breasts looked fantastic—at this point I was happily calling them my tits.

My big tits. My huge tits. My big man-pleasing titties. My lady-melting boobies. They were just fucking great.

She ran her fingers up my body, admiring me openly.

“I want you,” she said, “to lick my pussy.”

There were many ways to interpret this. But of course the way I did was that it was a direct order from my employer, and that if I refused, I would no longer have the job that I needed.

So of course, I had to give in, and said, “Yes. Oh, god, yes!”

I sank to my knees and tore her panties off.

The area around her pussy was shaved and waxed. It looked almost shiny. I sank my head into it gleefully. Very soon, my tongue was slipping up through the velvety folds of her labia, swallowing her sweet, tangy juices.

“That’s right,” Lilah moaned. “That’s so good. Keep going.”

Obedient and servile, I continued my practice. I had been reading up on the internet, just as I had with blowjobs, in preparation. Tongue searching from one end to the next, I finally found the nub of her clit. All my attention focused on that from then on, licking softly, driving Lilah crazy. “Oh my god,” she moaned.

“Oh, good girl! Oh, my good girl!”

I licked harder. My tongue swirled around her clit in small circles. She seemed to like that most of all. Again and again I spiraled around her clit, just as my morals were spiraling down, just as my will was spiraling away, just as all my lust was spiraling upward and upward. Beneath me, Lilah was making more and more excited squeaks.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—I’m gonna cummm—”

Hips twisting upward, my tongue licking furiously, she came, her legs squeezing hard on my head.

“Oh my,” she moaned, stroking my hair. “What a good, good girl you are. I’m just going to have to show you how good
I
can be, too.”

I didn’t understand at first...and then she pushed me back on the huge bed and dropped between my legs.

She showed me, all right.

* * * * *

T
he night I first licked Lilah and she licked me, I slept in her bed. When I woke up in the morning, she had already laid out a new outfit for me.

She was, despite her drinking, an early riser, and had already showered. Only a small towel covered her lovely, tanned body when she kissed me awake.

“Oh,” I shook my head. “I wish you had gotten me up. I would have...”

I was about to say how I would have gladly cleaned Lilah myself. Rubbed our soapy, wet bodies together, maybe let her corner me in the shower once more and have her order me to lick her again. But that was too much of an allowance—it would have definitely been breaking my rule.

“Would have what?” she asked, smiling.

There could be no doubt, she knew exactly what was on my mind.

I shook my head, though. “Nothing. Nevermind.”

“You can use my shower,” she slipped on the bed, kissing me again until I was more awake. “I don’t want you to have to leave and then come back, all right?”

Of course I obeyed. Twenty minutes later, I was out of the shower and drying myself off. Lilah was in front of her enormous wardrobe, brushing her hair, admiring her own reflection. I admired it as well, my fingers floating down to my cunt as I looked at her.

I don’t know that I had ever been in love with anyone. But I was dangerously close to being in love with Lilah.

And so I felt bad. I had this terrible secret—I had been sucking her husband off. I had been swallowing his cum every single night that I could, and she had no idea. It was awful of me. I had to fix it.

“Lilah,” I began, fingering the towel around my body, “there’s something I have to tell you.”

She turned, smiling. Her brilliantly sexy body was naked underneath her robe. “What is it, dear?”

“It’s a bit hard for me to say, actually. I’m not sure where to begin.”

Smiling still, she took my hands in hers. “You can tell me anything, dear. No judgments here.”

“Well, it’s just...” I swallowed, my eyes low. “Your husband and I...we’ve been...I mean to say...”

“Yes?”

Her smile had turned predatory again. Immediately I knew something was off, but I still couldn’t stop my confession now.

“He’s been fucking my...I mean. I’ve been sucking his...you know. Blowjobs. Lots of them. Whenever he’s home. Whenever he wants. However he wants.”

“You’ve been sucking the big, beautiful cock of my husband, is that what you’re saying?”

I nodded, almost crying with the guilt filling me up.

She tsked and shook her head, standing up and sliding her arms over my shoulders. “Oh my. You still don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

Lilah kissed the top of my head then, quite affectionately.

“Such a dear, sweet soul. You’re completely without guile, did you know that?”

I thought, at the time, that she probably wouldn’t say that if she knew what I had been up to with Terrance and all that practice for Mister Castle. But I kept my mouth shut.

“That’s what I like about you,” she purred to me, stroking my hair, slipping her hand down to my wet pussy. My whole body was wet, still, from the shower. My towel dropped, and she pushed me hard against the wall. “Everything, really. But also how
sweet
you are. You’re such a good,
good
girl for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? Aren’t you my good little girl?”

I whimpered, thighs squeezing against her hands. This had turned so suddenly. Usually, all my sexual experiences had been in the evenings, or at the very least the late afternoon with Terrance. I had time to fantasize all day and ramp up. This was happening quite fast, though...and I had no idea what to do except to let it happen.

“Yes, ma’am...your good girl.”