Mistress and the Maid

My mistress's jewelry are fine things to behold: filigreed gold and sliver encrusted with diamonds and gems of every color. I gave a nervous glance around the room. My mistress's private room wasn't the most frequented place. As long I moved quickly there shouldn't be any problem.

My hands floated over the jewelry, rifling through them, almost caressing. I hadn't seen this much gold for a long time. My eyes lingered on the more expensive piece. With an effort of will I tore them away. Greedy thieves got caught. Instead, I snatched a ring from the corner and crumpled the red velvet to hide where it had been.

A sound came from the door, the creak of a hinge. I acted without thinking. There wasn't time to put the ring back in place, so I snapped the lid of the jewelry closed as quietly as I could and popped the ring into my mouth.

The door opened and my mistress stepped into the room. My mistress is beautiful; voluminous red hair pinned up above a slender neck and pale shoulders, her face aristocratic cheekbones and sharp features. Her dress complemented the fullness of her breasts and curve of her hips. Her sharp features were directed at me right then, an imperious gaze that snapped between the jewelry case and me and back again. I grabbed the rag from the mantelpiece and turned back to the china hurriedly.

My mistress stalked into the room, steps measured. I kept polishing in a circular motion and didn't turn around. Her footsteps reached the jewelry case and the lid creaked open. A moment went by before she spoke. "Where is it?"

My hand stopped and I turned towards her, bobbing my head, and spoke around the ring in my cheek. "I don't know what you mean mistress."

Her eyes narrowed at my words. She took a step towards me. "What is that in your mouth?"

I cast my eyes down and tried to minimize the slurring of my voice. "Nothing mistress. Nothing."

Her hand cupped my chin, slender fingers surprisingly strong, and forced my eyes to meet hers. "Don't lie."

I started to answer, but her hand slid into my mouth and cut off my voice. I jerked my head back and tried to swat her hand away. She pressed forward. I stumbled, and my back hit the wall. We struggled briefly, but she was taller, and it ended with my hands caught above my head, her knee pinning my waist, and two fingers shoved into my mouth. I gagged and tried to jerk away, but to no avail.

In her efforts to keep me still her knee rubbed in the fork between my legs, and I gasped. It gave her the opening she needed. Her fingers pulled out, moist with my spit, the ring dangling between them. Her eyes turned towards me. I glanced away.

"And so the little thief is caught." She said, voice elegant superiority and disgust. "I had wondered which of the servants it was."

"Mistress, I..." My voice trailed away as my mind failed to supply it with a suitable excuse. "I..."

"Was stealing." She finished for me.

"Never," I said, desperate, "I would never, mistress-"

"The little cunt was stealing." She sing-songed, the thumb of her hand stroking my cheek. "And now she's caught. I wonder what her punishment will be."

I blanched at her harsh language, but tried to go on. The hand cupping my chin tightened in an iron grasp. She leaned forward, the weight of the knee pressing against the fork in my legs intensifying. A gasp at the foreign sensation escaped me.

"No little cunt, you have forfeited the right to speak." She leaned so close that her lips almost brushed mine, her voice a faint purr. "Those pretty lips shall be put to better use."

She let go of my chin and whirled away, her voice taking on an almost formal tone, emphasizing the distance between us. "For stealing from me I could have you put on the street and made sure that you never worked again."

I let my eyes fall to the floor and didn't bother to rearrange my dress. It wouldn't serve any purpose. She was well within her rights to punish me, and without employment I would become destitute, forced to live in poverty...

She half turned her head to give me an appraising look, as if I were cattle or one of her pieces of jewelry, her eyes lingering. I squirmed under her gaze. "Fortunately for you, that would be a waste."

She crossed the room and retrieved a scarlet scarf from the side board. With a flick of her hand she pointed to the center of the room and snapped her fingers, as she would with a dog. "Come."

With little other choice, I obeyed, kept my eyes downcast and hands clasped behind me, careful not to give her a reason to think better of her decision to spare me. "Thank you mistress." I mumbled. "I swear it will never..."

"Happen again, yes, I know." She said, voice bored, as she walked behind me. "I'm afraid I cannot simply take the word of a little cunt like you though."

A sudden pressure circled my wrists. I tried to jerk away, but it was too late. With a quick motion my mistress tied a knot on the scarf she'd slipped around my hands. I gasped and tried to tear my hands free, but the scarf only bit deeper into my wrists. "What is this?" I gasped, as my mistress crossed in front of me. "What is the meaning of this?"

Her hand shot out, and a moment later my head jerked back, my mistress's delicate fingers fisted in my hair. My mouth opened and closed like a grounded fish, but I was too stunned for coherent thought.

"The meaning of this little slut, is that I own you." My mistress said in her throaty voice. "I own your body. I own your mouth, your tits, your asshole, your sweet little cunt." Her refined voice pronounced each syllable of the vulgar words with relish. "You are a fucking whore."

Her hand pulled on the back of my hair, and I squeezed my eyes shut and rose to the tips of my toes to try and stop the pain. Her voice grew close as she leaned forward, breath tickling my ear. "Do as I say or will make sure that the entire world knows it."

I nodded, desperate. Why was this happening? What was she doing?

Her hand lowered, fingers still fisted in my hair, and I stumbled to my knees. I blinked up at her through tear glazed eyes. She smiled back, a cold, beautiful, and ruthless smile. Her free hand grabbed the hem of her skirt and hiked it up, baring an expanse of curved and shapely flesh. I averted my eyes.

"No little cunt." Her hand pulled, guiding my head until my face was inches from her thigh. "Look at your mistress."

I did then, with trembling eyes I looked up at my mistress's womanhood. Like all of my mistress it was beautiful. It was shaved, leaving only the sensuousness of curved flesh where legs met and then the pair of lower lips between those, delicate pink and glistening with moisture. I stared. I had never seen one except my own, and it left me breathless and with a heat between my legs.

I was too stunned to resist the upward pull of her hand on the back of my head. She guided me until I was only an inch away. I swallowed and blinked. This couldn't be happening. It simply couldn't. I glanced helplessly up at her. Her eyes were cold, and a slight sneer of contempt turned the side of her nose. Her voice was soft, without any hint of remorse. "Worship me, little whore."

Her hand tightened on the back of my hair, and she shoved my face toward her womanhood. Her scent filled my nose, musky and sweet like cinnamon. The mound of her womanhood throbbed with each exhalation of my breath, the lips shuddering. I squeezed my eyes shut, an involuntary whimper rising from the back of my throat, and closed the few inches left. My lips closed on folds of soft flesh as I kissed her lower lips. Her hand tightened on the back of my hair, and she gasped, a shudder coursing through her body and into my mouth.

"Just so." Her voice whispered. "Lick me, kiss me, stick your little whore tongue into me, or I will cast you onto the street where you will beg to be fucked by any stranger with a penny."

Her hand tightened, and I kissed her again, tears filling my eyes, my body shaking like a leaf. This was wrong. It was a sin. But I had no choice. My hands throbbed behind me, the scarf cutting deep into my wrists. I must please my mistress. I had once been a lady. I could not become a beggar, to be fucked like a common whore. I must do as she said. I must.

Her hips thrust into my mouth. I gagged, but she was not a man, and there was nothing to be rejected from my mouth. With trembling lips I began to kiss down the length of her mound, my lips closing on the sweet folds of her flesh, suckling.

I reached the base of her womanhood and paused, panic fluttering in my throat. I did not know what to do next. I had only ever been bedded once, and never by, oh God forgive me, a woman. My mistress's womanhood seemed a foreign thing, utterly unconnected to the rest of my life. But if I failed to please her she'd punish me, make me a beggar and a common whore. I could never become that. Tears began to spill from my eyes.

Desperate, I poked my tongue into the base of her womanhood and trailed it upwards, along the length of her hole. She shuddered and a moan escaped her. I let that be my guide, let her small gasps guide my tongue to her most sensitive areas: the little bud at the crest of her mound, the crevice between her lips, the base of the hole where I would eventually have to venture. Tears spilled freely down my cheeks as I suckled and kissed with wanton need, ran the tip of my tongue along, massaged with my lips, even lapped at like I had seen dogs do when drinking from a dish.

My mistress's hand shifted to the crown of my head, the fingers twining through my hair, a relaxed grip. Her hips rocked with each stroke of my tongue, quiet moans spaced along with them, unconscious sounds of lust. The occasional whimper shook her body, made her legs weak.

I drew my head back, and looked up. The straps of my mistress's dress had fallen from her shoulders, and her free hand had snaked up to caress her collarbone. Her full breasts pressed against the constraints of her corset, threatening to break free. Her eyes were closed, brow knitted halfway between a grimace and a whimper.

"Please, I have done as you wanted," I said in a quavering voice, shamefully aware of her moisture coating my mouth. "No more, mistress."

Her eyes snapped open and she glared down at me, imperious and furious. "Do not put on your tears and little pout with me slut." She spat each word out as if it were venom. "You stole from me."

Her palm hit me with enough force to jerk my gaze to the side, and while I was still dazed she dragged me by the hair back with her the few pace to the four poster bed in the corner of the room. Her palm hit me again from the other side.

She took a seat on the bed and spread her legs wide, skirt rustling as she pulled it up to her waist with her free hand, leaving me staring, tears still trickling down my cheeks, at the shapely curve of her long, tapered legs. Her eyes regarded me with cool contempt, the fury they had a moment ago locked away. "Stop your crying and stick out your tongue. You do too much kissing. This is not your wedding night."

I nodded, shakily, and tried to blink the tears from my eyes. I had never been struck before in my life and I desperately did not want her to get angry again. I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the cleft between her lips, searching. Her hand jerked impatiently, twisting my hair. I hurried and reached the point where the cleft deepened. I paused, shuddered, and thrust my tongue in.

Her hips didn't rock or grind, but they trembled and she sighed as if all the air had left her lungs. My tongue fully extended, I pushed my face forwards until my nose touched her crest and my eyes were inches from the inside of her thighs. The inside of her was slick. Juices slid onto my tongue, and I tasted her. My body trembled, but I managed not to gag.

After the first few strokes her hips began to rock again, and her moans resumed themselves. Her finely sculpted legs on either side of me shivered and twitched languidly. Though my position was much the same as before, now I could just see her face above her ruffled skirts. Her face was calm and imperious, but that only made every slight quiver and tremble that crossed it more distinct. Her eyes were green, and every time my tongue touched her just so, they would roll upwards a little behind fluttering eyelashes.

It may seem odd that I focused on the face of my tormentor, but the taste of her on my tongue and relentless jerking of her hand made me do anything to try and divert my attention from the fact that I was lapping at her womanhood like a dog. It was a small grace, but one that soon was threatened as her neck loosened, and her head began to fall back. I jabbed my tongue deeper into her, not wanting to let her fall from my sight, and though she gasped, her head continued downwards.

Frantic now, I latched my lips around the entirety of her mound, sucking in my cheeks and creating a vacuum. She gasped, a desperate sound, and arched forward, her legs involuntarily squeezing around my face, the stray locks of her red her hair tickling my cheeks our heads were so close. Her breath panted hot and ragged in my ear. "Fuck, little whore," she breathed, "Fuck me."

Her hand grinded my face into her and her hips rocked without respite, thrusting, lunging, anything to have me fill them. I could barely breathe, but I swirled my tongue in her hole and scraped the juices from it, tasted them as they filled my mouth. Her legs locked behind my head, and her thighs squeezed against either side of my face, gasps and sighs trembling through them.

Her breathe grew faster, shorter, and her hips pulsed with a new urgency, stamping my mouth with their ownership. She mumbled words under her breathe in a feverish tone, curses and encouragements. Her hand on the crown of my head held me like a mop, jerking, pushing, pulling. She let out a small shriek and her head arched back. I gazed up at her through the prison of flesh around my head, my face unable to move more than the inch it needed to worship her womanhood. Her hand released the top of my head and fell to the bed, supporting her as her hips thrust forward, into my mouth one final time, as far they could go, and then stopped, quivering. Her womanhood trembled and juices squirted into my mouth, vile and sweet. I gazed up at her through all this, watched her eyes screw shut in rapture and her mouth open soundlessly.

Her hips eventually sank back to the bed, and her fingers loosened from their death grip on the sheet. Her eyes stayed shut, but her mouth closed with a final tremor. Her legs did not unlock from around me, and her juices swirled in my mouth. I swallowed, gagged, but my mouth and nose pressed against her had no space for air. I panicked, whipping my head in either direction. Her legs only tightened. Her eyes never opened, and it did nothing to disturb the languid smile on her lips.

I quivered and trembled, but forced myself to hold still. Seconds ticked by and spots began to dance in front of my vision. Her legs slowly slid out from behind my head and shoulders and I fell back. I stayed sprawled on the floor, my bound hands pinching uncomfortably, gasping for breath and trying to ignore the faint trickle of her juices from the side of my mouth.

Her legs drew together and she stood up, skirts falling back into place. She smoothed them over with a sure hand and spoke, voice absented minded. "Stand up."

I obeyed, my bound hands making me clumsy.

"You are a thief and a cunt." Her voice was matter-of-fact. "And judging by your performance a whore." She moved behind me and blood rushed back into my hands as she unwound the scarf from my hands. One of her hands slid the ring that I had stolen what seemed like so long ago onto my finger and her voice whispered behind my ear. "Speak of this, disobey or displease me once, and that ring will damn you to a life as a beggar."

I didn't look up. My mouth ached. Her moisture speckled my chin and nose, smeared my cheeks.

She crossed to the side of room and opened a cabinet. From it she took a perfume bottle and gave herself a few gentle puffs, on her wrists and neck, as was her routine after light exercise. She half turned her head towards me, her voice cool. "You may go."

I curtsied, eyes downcast, and left her room, hands still throbbing. The ring on my finger gleamed up at me, and I stifled a sob.

Maid to Serve

`Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm me.

I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping on a presentation to a group of fund managers who all thought they were rather clever and wonderful, but unfortunately, I didn't. It had been a long boring afternoon and my role had been one of support; making sure files were on hand and notes were taken properly. 

When my phone had chimed with the text message, I had received a frown from my boss for having the audacity to receive a text, and some strange looks from the others in the room as they watched me reading it blushing furiously.

Josie, Please be a dear and help out this evening. I have two special guests coming for dinner. I need serving Staff - uniform provided. 7.30, don't be late Megan.

I could imagine what the uniform would be like and felt a thrill of delightful naughtiness tingle through my pussy.

I crossed my legs and glanced about the table. I knew I was blushing as red as my blouse but at this moment I didn't really care.

I hadn't heard from Mistress Megan for several weeks and had been waiting for a call or text, and was both thrilled and nervous to know another game was about to take place. I wasn't going to have time to go back to my apartment and change, but I could pop into the gym for a shower ... at least I could if this meeting finished in time.

The meeting was a special one for my office, so I had taken a more effort with what I was wearing that day. I had on a smart grey business suite - very proper, with the skirt cut just above the knee. A red blouse, black tights and sexy red underwear to match the blouse - and had felt smart and sexy all day.

The meeting broke up a little after six and I dashed out to the gym to freshen up - picking up a pair of seamed black stockings and a suspender belt on the way (I couldn't turn up at my Mistresses house in tights, or gad-awful sexless pantyhose, as my American friend, Annie called them!) - and dashed over to Mistress Megan's apartment.

`Just drop your coat and bag in the spare room,' called Megan, disappearing towards the kitchen. I did so, noticing two costume bags hanging on the wardrobe as I left, then came out and joined her in the lounge. She handed me a glass of white wine and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

`Would you mind putting some music on, please, Josie, something soft. I've had a stressful day and need to unwind a little before my guests arrive.'

`Yes, Mistress.' I went to the music centre and had a look through the CD's scattered on the shelf above, and chose a `Café del Mar' volume. The music began and the door bell chimed, jolting me back to reality and making my stomach tighten with nerves.'

`It's alright, relax,' said Megan. Smiling, she pinched my bottom as she went past to the door. `That'll be Helen. She'll also be serving this evening. My dinner guests won't be here for some time yet.'

Megan came back in leading a very nervous Helen by the hand. That was how Mistress Megan liked her girls, nervous. Helen and I had been involved in games before. On our last encounter, she had helped `Doctor' Megan give me a very public examination playing the part of `Nurse.' She smiled when she saw me, and I think we both took a little comfort from the other's presence.

The three of us chatted for a while sipping our wine, allowing the nerves to subside a little, and then Megan clapped her hands.

`We should all be getting ready, they'll be here soon. If you two will help each other out in the spare room, your outfits are hanging on the wardrobe. I'll be in to check on you in a little while.'

I followed Helen into the bedroom. It was a little cramped so we pushed the single bed against the wall to make a bit more room. Taking out the first costume bag, Helen unzipped it, took out the costume and held it up. It was a French Maid's uniform on a hanger. She blushed red as she took the separate pieces and laid them on the bed.

`This is tiny!' she exclaimed, holding up a little ruffled skirt. It was lacy and black, and flared out by several stiff white petticoats sewn inside.

The door opened and Megan came in.

`Ladies, you're not even undressed yet. Strip!'

Feeling weak, I started to undo the cuffs of my blouse and realised I was blushing the same as Helen. 

Helen was hesitating and appeared uncomfortable.

`Helen, I said strip! Get naked, now! I want you both to do as you're told, without me having to repeat myself, do you understand?'

`Yes, Mistress,' we both chimed, and then hurried to remove our clothes as fast as we could. For a few minutes, we bumped into each other in the confined space, removing skirts, blouses and underwear while Megan sat on the bed and watched.

Despite her slow start, Helen was naked first. She stood shivering slightly, staring at the floor, covering her pussy with one hand while the other was held across her breasts. I knew just how she felt. As I rolled down my last stocking, I felt terribly exposed in Mistress Megan's unsmiling gaze. Part of me wanted to grab my clothes and run, while the slut in me wanted this to continue so I could be embarrassed and humiliated for Megan's pleasure.

Finally naked, I stood with my hands over my pussy and stared at the carpet. I felt my nipples harden. I have quite big breasts and large prominent nipples, especially when they're erect. The nipples become hard and the areoles tighten and crinkle, I'm quite proud of them but also, believe it or not, I'm very shy.

`Don't cover yourselves. You're mine to do with as I wish and you do not cover yourselves. Put your hands at your sides and don't move.'

Standing up, Megan ran her hands over each of us - squeezing and rolling our breasts and then pulling our nipples until they became fully erect. I loved the feeling of helplessness, knowing I couldn't move while my mistress touched me. Being told what to do, and feeling the power my mistress held over me is an incredible turn on.

`Both of you put one leg on the bed. I want to examine your pussies.'

We both complied and I was glad I'd taken the time to trim and shave earlier. Megan got down in front of us and I glanced down as she got closer to my vagina.

`Spread your lips, Josie.' I did as she asked and shivered as her tongue darted out to lap once and then again at my gaping cunt. I stood with two fingers spreading myself even as she turned to Helen and tasted her. I could hear Helen's breathing quicken and she gasped as Megan's tongue made contact the first time. Having finished her inspection, Megan stood up.

`Delicious, and very pretty, girls. I want you to put your stockings and suspender belts on first and then you can do your make-up.' She passed us stockings, still in their packets, and thin black suspender belts.

I clipped the suspender belt around my waist and then opened the stockings; a fine fishnet ... black, of course. I tried to make Mistress happy by making a show of putting them on. Keeping my legs straight whenever possible and giving her a good look at my bottom as I bent over. I noticed Helen doing the same beside me, remaining bent forward as she felt Mistress Megan touch her, squeezing her bottom appreciatively for a moment before spreading her cheeks to kiss her anus - Helen gave a sweet little sigh.

Next, we were given black patent leather ankle-boots with five-inch heels, which we quickly put on, and then we were led to the bathroom. Helen had smaller breasts than mine and I was thrilled to catch Mistress looking past her, watching as my larger breasts moved with each step.

The boots were difficult to adjust to - at least if I wanted to appear sexy but I enjoy wearing heels and was pretty sure I was walking well in them.

She placed makeup onto the dressing table. `I want you both to look the same, so both use the same make-up, it will add to the spectacle of my two house-maids. One stunning blond, and one stunning brunette. She was stroking our bottoms as we looked at her reflection in the mirror.

`There's red lipstick, and green, grey and blue eye-shadow, use them all. I want to see far too much makeup ladies, remember you're sluts so look like sluts for me. Oh, and red nail varnish, you can come out when the nail varnish is dry.'

Thirty minutes later, were back in the bedroom.

We put on the rest of the uniforms. White lacy tops with cap-sleeves, the neckline elasticised so it could easily be lowered. Over this, I put on a tight black `waspie' corset, cinched at the waist to just below my breasts, and then the little black skirt with the stiff petticoats that come to just above our stocking tops. With a grin, Mistress Megan passed us small white aprons and mop hats to finish the look. I took them reluctantly, aware I was now a sexual fantasy figures, but also aware that I was feeling a strange mixture of sexy, ridiculous and extreme self-consciousness.

`You both look incredibly sexy.'

`Thank you Mistress,' we both bobbed a curtsey.

`There ... There aren't any knickers, mistress,' murmured Helen. I turned to see her pulling at her skirt trying to make it cover her bottom.

`No, there aren't any knickers,' confirmed Mistress Megan with a smile. `Leave your skirt alone, your bottom is meant to be seen.' The doorbell went before anyone could say anything else, and we followed her to the door.

`Don't let me down, girls. If you refuse any of my requests this evening, I will punish you severely. 

Do you understand?'

`Yes, Mistress.' Bobbing another curtsy, I glanced across at Helen then reached out and squeezed her hand. She smiled but looked as nervous as I felt.

`Megan, I hope we're not too early?'

`No, of course not. Katje, Julia, please, come in.' Megan stood back from the door allowing two women to enter. They were both in their mid to late thirties and very attractive. The first had short dark hair and wore a fur coat. She let it fall from her shoulders as she came in and without a word passed it to Helen who took it and folded it over her arm. Beneath the coat, Katje, for that was her name, wore a short black dress, stockings and heels.

`You're very pretty,' she tilted Helen's chin with a finger, and then glanced down at her uniform. `Very pretty indeed.' She glanced at me but didn't say anything. The second woman now entered and I felt a wave of panic rush through me - Julia Dale. She worked in my building, the floor above me...she was beautiful, often a fantasy for me, long legs, big breasts and a stern exterior that I had always felt hid a soft loving heart, but...

`Hello, Megan, and Josephine is here too, what a nice surprise.' She looked me up and down, a smile on her lips. `I didn't expect to find you here, Josephine. And dressed so...prettily, I never would have guessed.'

She kissed Megan on both cheeks and then unbuttoned her coat. Beneath, she wore a black knee-length skirt and matching jacket, white blouse and black stockings.

`Where do you know my little pet, Josie, from?' Megan helped Julia remove her coat and then passed it to me. Helen had already led Katje through to the living room. I stared at Julia. This was no longer a delicious game. Julia was part of my other life, my working life, the life of prim and proper Josie Crupper. I wanted to cry and run away and this Maid's uniform now felt ridiculous.

`Oh, Josephine works in my company. I've watched her with interest but only from afar. Different department and I had no idea she had similar ...'

She reached out and brushed a manicured finger gently down my exposed cleavage, pulling the neckline just a little lower. `...interests. I've been looking forward to tonight's dinner, Megan. But now doubly so.'

I smiled uncertainly. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad after all, but Julia Dale could have me fired in an instant, and there would be nothing I could do about it.

`Well I'm glad to have brought you two together tonight. I'm sure Josie will do everything she can to make you welcome, won't you, Josie?'

`Yes, Mistress.' I blushed as the two women smiled at me.

`Josie, please pick that bag up and put it on the shelf will you.'

Megan pointed to a black plastic bag close to the hall table and I realised I was meant to show myself for them. I blushed and decided there was nothing I could do but continue with the role I had been brought in to play.

`Yes, Mistress.' I turned and, making sure to keep my legs straight, then slowly bent down and picked up the bag. The skirt hardly covered my naked bottom when I was standing, but bent over I knew I was revealing everything to the two women. I was standing with my legs slightly parted and knew they were seeing my freshly shaven pussy lips, but at least my anus wasn't exposed. I could feel their eyes on me, and despite my fears that one of my banks senior partners was seeing me like this, I experienced a rush of erotic pleasure. Before I could rise, I felt a hand on my lower back indicating that I should remain bent over and on show for a moment - I froze. A hand softly stroked my naked rear, gently cupping each exposed cheek of my bottom in turn.

`Well this is a side of Josephine that we never see in the office.'

`This is the side that does anything I desire,' replied Mistress Megan's voice. `Are you going to say anything in your office about her?'

'No! please.' I tried to rise but the hand on my back pressed me back down.

`I'm not sure what I'll do about this,' came Julia Dale's voice. I felt the cheeks of my bottom gently parted. `Of course if she is good I might choose not to tell a soul...are you going to be good for me, Josephine?'

Bent over like this with the cheeks of my bottom spread and a finger slipping into my exposed vagina I would have been happy to do anything for her. `Yes, Julia. I promise to be good for you.' I jerked as my bottom was slapped.

`You will refer to Julia as, Mistress Julia, do you understand, Josie?'

The question was followed by two further hard slaps and the finger in my vagina was joined by one that touched against my anus, I gasped as it pushed in.

`Yes, Mistress Megan, Mistress Julia. I'll be good, I promise.' The fingers were withdrawn, my skirt pulled down as far as it would go, and the hand removed from my back. I stood on shaking legs and placed the bag that I was still clutching, on the table.

`Shall we go through and join Katje and Helen?' Megan guided Julia through and I followed feeling very flushed and very worried.

Katje was sitting back in an armchair holding up the hem of her dress while Helen, kneeling in front of her, slid black lacy knickers down her legs. As we came in, Helen glanced over at us but Katje took a handful of her hair and pulled her face down into her pussy.

Sighing blissfully, Katje glanced up at Megan. `I hope you don't mind me taking advantage of your staff, but you know how I love a beautiful blond eating my pussy, I just couldn't resist.'

Megan smiled. `Well I might make you pay later, but please, go ahead and enjoy the little slut.' She turned to me. 'Josie, please make sure that Julia has everything she requires. I shall be preparing dinner in the kitchen.'

As Megan disappeared to the kitchen, I glanced to the writhing figures of Helen and Katje and then back into Julia Dents beautiful brown eyes. She stared at me saying nothing.

`Mistress, Julia. May I get you drink or ... or something?' I smiled, cross with myself for blushing deeply but this was very embarrassing moment. I had met Julia Dale on three previous occasions but each time I had been dressed in prim and proper banking clothes. Standing in a French Maid's uniform with a very short skirt, stockings and no knickers was ... frightening.

`Something? And what would that something possibly be, Josephine? Are you suggesting you get down on your knees and lick my pussy like your slut friend is doing to Katje?'

I bit my lip and then remembered my lipstick. `If you wish, Mistress, I'll do anything you ask.'

`I'm shocked with you Josephine. You're dressed like a slut and now you're offering to do lewd and disgusting things for me ... do you like working at the bank?'

Oh, good grief. I felt tears well up. `Yes, Mistress Julia. I do like working at the bank. Please...I'm so sorry for all of this and if...'

`Turn around and bend over...that's right ... now, touch your toes and don't move.'

`Yes, Mistress Julia.' A little shocked, I did as she asked, bent over and keeping my legs straight, held my stocking clad ankles. Once again, my bottom and pussy were on display leaving me totally humiliated in front of a senior work colleague.

`Spread your legs.'

`Yes, Mistress Julia.'

`Pull up your stockings they're a disgrace, just like you. I can't believe a representative of the bank would carry on in this disgusting fashion.

`Ow!' I flinched as her hand came down hard on my bare bottom, quickly followed by several more. 

`Ow,ow ow! Please, Mistress, Julia.'

`I shall have to consider very carefully how you should be punished. Spread your bottom cheeks for me.'

`Yes, Mistress Julia.' I did as she asked and waited for her fingers to penetrate me, but nothing happened.

`Stay like that, Josephine.' I heard her go to the kitchen leaving me alone in a humiliating position. There was a muffled conversation, the sound of a glass of wine being poured, and then she was back. Her hand, chilled from the cold wineglass, began caressing my bare bottom, her fingers dancing over my exposed anus and open pussy lips.

`Naughty, but very pretty and compliant. Stand up and turn around.'

`Look me in the eyes.'

It was hard, but I did as she asked, she really is a beautiful woman I thought, and then remembered how much trouble I was in. `I'm so ...'

`Shhh,' she put a finger to my lips and then the hand went down to my skirt, found its way beneath, and began stroking my clitoris. `Do you like that?'

I looked into her eyes and realised I was really enjoying the experience. `Yes, Mistress Julia.'

`Good. You know, Josephine. I've been thinking that I should move you to my department.' I opened my legs a little further and her finger slipped inside my wet vagina and then began moving along the 

length of my pussy lips. `You would have to work very closely with me, what do you think?'

Keeping eye contact while you're being fingered by a beautiful woman isn't as easy as it may sound. `I think ... I think that would be...' Before I had a chance to finish, the finger was removed from my cunt, and brought wet and fragrant to paint my lips with pussy juice. When she forced it into my mouth, I sucked it, still looking at her. The finger was withdrawn, and she glanced down at my exposed cleavage, a smile lit her face.

`I have always wanted to ...' She slowly lowered my top, exposing my breasts and once again, I was blushing, fighting the impulse to cover my rapidly hardening nipples.

`Well you are a big girl, aren't you.' She cupped my breasts, lifting them slightly before letting them fall. 'What cup size are you, Josephine?' She continued softly squeezing them as she looked into my eyes.

`I'm a D cup, Mistress.'

`Mmm, Make your nipples hard for me.'

I rolled my nipples between my fingers, pulling on them, pinching them, enjoying the look on her face as she stared transfixed by my breasts, unaware that I was studying her. She brought the wineglass up and I cupped my breasts so she could rub the chilled, misted sides against each nipple.

`Dinner is served,' called Mistress Megan.

`Do not cover yourself. I want to see you like this,' she instructed.

`Yes, Mistress,' I replied, and then bobbed a curtsy. She smiled at me and then went to join Mistress 

Megan at the table. Resisting the impulse to cover my breasts, I walked to the kitchen to help bring out dishes.

As the Mistresses began to eat, Helen and I stood in front of the table waiting for instruction - two rather dishevelled Maids - one with her breasts exposed and the other with drying pussy juice all over her face.

When the first course was finished, Megan glanced up at us and smiled when she saw us holding hands. `Josie, please clean Helen's face. She appears to be covered in Katje.' This brought laughter from the other two Mistresses. `Use your tongue, Josie. I shall fetch desert.'

`Yes, Mistress Megan.' I knew what she wanted. I turned to face Helen and kissed her softly on the lips, she responded, and for a few moments, we kissed.

`Don't hide those breasts, Josephine. And please expose your friend's for us.'

`Yes Mistress Julia,' I whispered, and then began licking Helen's face and neck. I slipped the front of her uniform down and pulled gently on her nipples feeling them harden, she moaned slightly and nuzzled my neck.

`Don't you just love having two girls that will do anything for you?' This, I think, was Mistress Katje speaking.

`They are rather delicious,' agreed Mistress Julia.

`Yes but they look far too comfortable don't they.' said Mistress Megan as she returned to the table. `I like to see my sluts squirm with embarrassment,'

The sound of hands clapping for attention brought Helen and I from our embrace to face the table. We stood, breasts exposed, flushed and expectant in front of our audience.

`What did you have in mind?' asked Mistress Katje.

`Josie, turn around and bend over.'

'Yes, Mistress.' I did as she asked, keeping my legs straight and my feet parted so the three women could see me properly.

`Reach behind and open yourself for us.'

I did as she asked, reaching behind me I placed a hand on each side of my bottom and parted my cheeks. I felt my vagina open and knew my anus was now fully displayed - it felt deliciously lewd.

`Helen, spank her ... hard.'

I felt Helen move closer and then her hand was on the small of my back. Without further warning, her other hand came down in a stinging blow on my exposed rear, once ... twice ... three times, bringing tears to my eyes.

`Very good, Helen. Now, bend over next to her and assume the same position.' Beside me, Helen bent over. We waited, displaying ourselves, listening as Mistress Megan walked around the table towards us.

I felt something cold dribble onto my anus and felt it contract at the shock. There was a moment as, presumably, Helen received the same treatment, and then a finger gently pushed its way into my puckered hole making me gasp.

`Stand-up.' I did so, and then glanced at Mistress Megan, she smiled.

`Walk to our guests.' I walked slowly around the table next to Helen, guided by the finger that was gently fucking my bottom.

`Katje, Julia, please offer my sluts your cunts, and allow them to pleasure you.'

Swaying slightly from the finger in my asshole, I watched in delight as Mistress Julia raised her skirt and slowly removed her knickers. Leaning back in her chair, she placed her vagina closer to the edge and then reached for a small jar of honey on the table. She tipped it slowly over her pussy, the thick golden contents running slowly through the neatly trimmed pussy to coat her pink fleshy lips.

`Time to eat girls,' whispered Mistress Megan. Still with the finger buried inside me, I knelt down and began to kiss along the inside of Julia Dale's thigh, edging my way closer to her vagina - she tasted divine. Beside me, Helen was doing much the same to Mistress Katje. I glanced up and saw both Mistresses kissing each other.

Something pushed into my vagina and I felt hands holding my hips. Mistress Megan was fucking me with a strap-on dildo and it felt so good.

The dildo withdrew, and then moments later something began pushing insistently against the barrier of my sphincter.

`I don't think I've ever fucked your ass with a strap-on dildo before, have I Josie?'

`No, Mistress Megan, please dont...' I managed to say before Mistress Julia pulled my face back into her pussy. Mistress Julia's Pussy was truly delicious, especially with the addition of the honey. Even the thought of a large dildo invading my anus couldn't stop me enjoying her soft delicate vagina for long. While one hand rested on Mistress Julia's knee to help keep my balance, my other hand found my clitoris.

The muskiness of her vagina was deliciously overwhelming me and when the dildo pushed a little firmer, I pushed back inviting its entry. It hurt as it forced its way into me, but I soon became lost in a pink cloud of lust and desire as my anus was fucked and my pussy became wetter. As I touched myself, my face became covered in Mistress Julia's juices.

It was a delightful way to get a promotion. Mistress Megan is delighted that Mistress Julia took to me so well and to this day claims she had no idea. I'm now Julia Dale's assistant in the bank, and when we close the doors to her office for a private meeting, nobody knows just how assisting I can be.

Maid and me

When I was around 14, I used to spend my school holidays at my aunts house. My aunt, her daughter who was 16 and her maid who was in her 30's used to live in the country where I used to love to stay.

My aunt is widowed and is quite beautiful. She has short hair which is jet black. Her skin is so nice that she looks like a woman half her age. She is quite short at 5 ft 2 inches with a slight tummy. Her breasts are 32c and her ass is full and not plump at all. Her daughter bears a strking resemblence to her except her breasts which are quite small around 29b. The maid is an Indian lady with dark skin and long eyelashes. She has a full figure and wears saree most of the time. Her breasts are bigger than my aunts and her hips are wide as is the case with most Indians. One of the reasons I used to like being at my aunts is that being in a mostly female household presents with so many visual opportunities. My aunts name is Jane and her Daughter Jenny and the maid is Namitha. I have on so many occasions seen one of the ladies in various stages of undress. I would get so many opportunites to handle their underwear which used to drive me nuts. I had a curious habit which started when I was younger, to rub my cock against the pillow as I was riding a horse. This gave me a lot of pleasure and I used to cum on the pillow. I could never grow out of it. This was how my Aunt found me when she accidently came into my room ! Damn! I forgot to lock it and I was startled to hear her voice that I fell off the bed. When I rose up she was standing in my room, her hand on her hips and with a look of disapproval on her face. I was in a Tshirt and underwear since I did not want to soil the pillow !

Before I could say anything, my aunt said, "What do you think you are upto young man?"

"I..I.. am sorry aunty, I didnt know you would be back so soon" I said.

"At least lock the door next time. I don't want Jenny to see this kind of thing ok?" She left the room without saying another word. I felt so bad about what happened and didn't talk much during dinner. My aunt behaved as if nothing had happened and she went out of her way to get me to talk. Namitha as usual was literally bending in front of me giving me the joy of looking down her ample cleavage. After dinner I was helping her do the dishes and she asked me why I was quiet tonight. I told her the story and she laughed. "You mean you do it on a pillow ? Hahaha.. " she laughed so much that she almost broke a plate.

I went to sleep early that night but could not relax. I kept thinking of what happened. Then I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and was surprised to see Namitha standing outside my door in a night dress that was cut low to show the swell of her dark breasts.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"I came to see you do the pillow." She said with a smirk. I tried to close the door on her, angry, but she would not let me. "I will scream if you dont let me come in." she said. I let her in. "So show me what you did." She asked me, sitting down on my bed her neckline plunging further down showing her big breasts encased in a black bra. I felt my cock getting hard.

"Please Sam, show me what you do with the pillow. I wont laugh at you." She said. "Well what the hell! I will show you. You can laugh if you want to." I said. As I took the pillow and put it on the bed and positioned it between my legs while i hugged another pillow and started to move rubbing my cock through my pyjamas on the pillow rocking like a jockey. After a few seconds I felt a hand on my back. Then a voice close to my ear. It was Namitha. "Do you want something better than that pillow Sam?" Namitha asked me. I could feel a tremble in her voice. I stopped and nodded, unsure what to say. Namitha lay down on her tummy and patted her ass. "Rub yourself on my ass, but on one condition. You have to take your pyjama off." I pulled off my pyjama, and then she lifted her night dress so her dark ass was bare. Then I positioned myself so that my cock was in the groove of her ass. Then I started to move hugging her hard, moving slowly at first. Her body felt so warm and nice and felt much better than a pillow. After a while, she made me stop. I could see that she was excited too. Then she turned and helped me put my cock between her thighs and pushed them close together imprisoning my cock. Then she made me move up and down rubbing my cock against her smooth thighs.
It felt like heaven. Then she started to kiss my face and then without warning she kissed me on the mouth. I was getting close to an orgasm and sensing this she stopped me. "Wait young man, why are you in such a hurry?" She asked, kissing my lips and pushing her tongue into my mouth. Then she pushed my mouth towards her breasts.

"Please kiss them." She urged as I licked the bra cup that was so thin that I could feel her nipples get hard. She was moaning now and I kept sucking her breast through the thin material. She could not take it any further as she ripped her bra off, uncovering her luscious breasts and forced me to suck it hard. I started pumping my cock again between her thighs. I could feel it rubbing against her pussy and the cock started to slide more easily as her pussy got wetter and wetter making a slight wet noise.

She then reached between us and got hold of my 4 inch cock and started to rub the tip against her pussy where her clit is while not letting my face off her breasts. She continued to rub as I came all over her pussy but she kept on rubbing it and came soon after shuddering. We lay there for a minute getting our breath back. I was wondering how lucky I was to have a maid like this who would let me do stuff like that. She then pushed me off her and before I had time to react she started licking my cum off my cock. It was in a semi hard on state after the orgasm. Namitha kept licking off my cum until the most of it was gone. Then she pushed her pussy to my face and made me lick my cum off her pussy. I didnt like it at first but the heat of the moment really helped me to lick it off. Then she kissed me tasting my cum again on my lips and then without a word she left the room.

I could not sleep that night. I was so excited about what happened that I fell asleep well after midnight. In the morning, I was worried that it had been all a dream until I realised that I had fallen asleep naked.

I went downstairs after a wash and was a little worried when my aunt gave me a funny look and asked me if I slept well last night. Maybe it was my guilty concsience that got the better of me. I was shy to face Namitha in the morning, but she acted as if nothing had happened and she was her usual self until I went to the kitchen to leave my plate when she made a playful grab at my cock. When I turned around I saw my aunt leaving the kitchen door. I was sure she had seen me. I was more worried that she did not say anything more about the day before. I was in half a mind to go back home before things got too complicated. But I could not leave this sexy Indian maid who was such an exciting creature to be with.

My Latin Maid

Hi there, my name is Jennifer Bridges and I’m a housewife living in Miami. I’m brown haired and 5’7 with 34C tits that fit my frame perfectly. Now I had never considered myself lesbian or even bi, but with my husband away on business all the time, I constantly felt horny, most of the time I could satisfy myself with a dildo or my fingers but lately I developed a longing for the same sex, and that was when we hired Mariana.

She was a 20 year-old Latin girl working here to pay for college, so she would do just about anything, which is why she had no problem with wearing the skimpy French maid outfit that I suggested. When I saw her working in that little skirt I knew that I had to have her. She had that great Latina look, caramel skin, a nice round ass, but nothing compared to her ample 34D breasts.
One day when she was working in the kitchen, I walked up behind her in my nighty and grabbed her ass, she turned around and realized it was me and jumped.

“Mrs. Bridges! Um, I was just finishing the dishes.”

Then she hurried from the room, I realized that I would have to take a less direct route. Over the next few days I complimented her work, her appearance, anything to let her know that I was interested, but each time she simply muttered something about work that needed to be done and left the room quickly.

I was slowly getting less patient, but I stuck with it to see if she would come around, but no dice.

The next day I told her how great she looked in her uniform, and this time, before she hurried from the room she said something intriguing.

“Please Mrs. Bridges, what would Mr. Bridges think?”

It gave me the feeling that I was slowly succeeding in seducing her, and if Robert was the only obstacle, my fantasy didn’t seem too far away.

One day, I was coming home from the store and I saw some cleaning supplies in the hallway and I heard the shower running. Robert was away in Cleveland for 3 days, so I figured this was my shot. I slowly entered the bathroom, so to not make any noise. Then I saw Mariana’s figure in the frosted glass, my panties got so wet it was a wonder that they hadn’t slipped off. I slowly opened the shower door and tapped her on the shoulder.

She spun around fast, but before she could say a word I planted the most passionate kiss I was capable of on her lips. She was fighting it to begin with, but then she melted and stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. When she finally pulled away, all she could say was 

“But, Mrs. Bridges, what about Robert?”
 

“He’s 1200 miles away, and call me Jenny”

She nodded slowly and kissed me deeply again, letting my hands wander over her body I knew that she would be mine that night. I pulled her out of the shower and started ripping off my clothes. I was wearing my sexiest lingerie, a black corset with matching panties and stockings. I peeled off the bra and kissed Mariana deeply again, she pulled away and began to remove my panties, following their descent with her mouth.

She began to kiss me in small circles around pussy, just brushing the labia slightly; she carried on like that for two minutes before I screamed

“I can’t take it! Eat me Mariana!”

That was all the coaxing she needed. She plunged her tongue deep into my hole while I screamed with ecstasy. She licked like a pro; this couldn’t have been her first time. She began to finger me furiously; sweet waves of bliss rolled through me as I screamed my orgasm and showered Mariana with my juices.

She licked it all up and stared at me with a lustful look on her face. I knew that I had to taste her, so I told her,

“Get on the countertop”, while I pointed to direct her. She gave me a sly smile and said meekly,

“Yes mistress”. She got up and positioned herself with her legs open and her pussy spread wide. I couldn’t wait to taste her, and I dived right in, licking her while she moaned in pleasure. Then I went a little lower and began to taste her sweet little asshole.

I licked her like there was no tomorrow, her moans getting steadily louder, before I stuck my finger in her hole and she reached her breaking point, screaming as she soaked me in her sweet cum.

“I love you”, she whispered.

I got my wish that night, and needless to say we kept Mariana as our maid for a long time.