A Maid's Job Is Never Finished

Elle had had a bad day. Her boss, Beth Hardbroom had been getting on with her all day. As a Maid in her boss' luxurious Mansion, she had to cook and clean in nine-hour shifts, just her and one other girl. But finally, it was over. She had shed her awful uniform and got into her party clothes: tight leather skirt, red top, no panties, and no bra. She was going to get drunk, and possibly laid.

She was almost out the door when she heard, "Gabrielle?" from Hardbroom.

Elle groaned. What did the old bat want now? Well, perhaps not "Old bat" after all her boss was only forty, Hardbroom was small with nice 32b breasts which showed right now in her riding clothes.

Black all over, with a white shirt, the helmet discarded showing her long raven hair, she had tight riding trousers that showed off a nice round ass.

"I take it you cleaned my room today?" the boss asked.

"Yes, Mistress." God, Elle hated calling her that. The bitch always told her to call her "mistress." Elle wondered what she was going to ask her... wait was this about what she'd found in Hardbroom's bedside drawer?

"Was something wrong with your room?" Elle asked trying not to look guilty.

Whilst cleaning her mistress' room Elle had found a pile of porn mags, in the woman's bedside drawer. They were Lesbian magazines. Elle had looked through them and was both disgusted and turned on at the same time. Elle had never thought about girls in that way, but after seeing some of those lesbian mags...

"I see you found my small stash," Beth asked her employee. Elle blushed. Had she been caught?

"Yes, Mistress," Elle said without lifting her head. She was so embarrassed. Mrs. Hardbroom held her riding crop authoritatively in her hand. Elle had never seen her use it on the horses but she could tell a horse would be sore after a whipping from that.

"And you read them?" When Elle heard this, she knew she was busted. She would probably be fired. Okay, she hated the job but the money was so good. She nodded her reply. "Naughty girl. Those are my private magazines. Not for prying eyes. I think you deserve severe punishment for that." Elle wondered what was happening. "Stand up," Her boss ordered. Obeying, Elle stood up.

Taking her hand, Mrs. Hardbroom made her servant stand in front of her solid oak desk. "Now how many should it be?" Hardbroom whispered into Elle's ear.

It took a few seconds to realize what her boss meant; she meant to whip Elle. In panic, Elle moved back, only to be pushed forward and down to bend over the desk.

Fingers tuggied her skirt up exposing her bare bottom. "My my my, no panties?" Elle heard her boss say. "That has to be an extra three lashes for that. Plus I think you deserve four for the original offense of looking at my magazines."

Panic filled Elle's mind, as her boss continued to pull her short skirt up, exposing her bare and shaven pussy.

"So that makes six doesn't it?" her boss continued, and Elle thanked god, that the Old Bat couldn't count. She was only going to get six lashes of that painful-looking crop. Elle just nodded her head yes to avoid arguing.

"Good God, girl, your maths is terrible." Elle knew then she'd made a mistake. "The correct answer was seven." Elle was terrified as she imagined her whipping,

"For that, I think you should receive a further three. So overall you'll be getting ten."

Ten? Elle panicked, she was going to be whipped to oblivion. "Are you ready?"

Not wanting to argue and risk more, she just stayed silent. That's when her punishment began.

"One!"

'VIP', went the riding crop. Elle flinched as it hit her buttocks.

"Two!" 'Vip' again - Elle yelped in pain. This was awful. Elle felt embarrassed as her boss continued to punish her.

But it wasn't just the whipping that embarrassed Elle, it wasn't even the fact her bitch boss was seeing her naked bottom and freshly shaven cunt.

Vip Vip Vip went the riding crop as Elle's beating continued. Elle was also suddenly embarrassed by the effect this was having on her. She was getting wet from the lashes. Each lash of the riding crop was making her wetter. Briefly, Elle wondered if she was going to cum from the beating.

The riding crop was hitting her buttocks, yes but it was also hitting her pussy making it react. She was actually being turned on by the vicious beating: vip vip vip, went the riding crop. This was awful, this had to end soon. She'd lost count of how many she'd had hearing the vip vip vip, each lash followed by a yelp from Elle, suddenly there was a gap, it had ended. Elle breathed a sigh of relief.

But she really didn't want it to end. That's when she felt a finger trace her pussy making her jump. Elle wanted the fingers in there, to make her cum.

"Not quite there yet," Elle heard her Boss say as she felt the woman's fingers trace her wetness. "Should I continue?"

Elle paused, should she? Could she? "Yes please Misstress." Elle pleaded, God she was horny, maybe hornier than she'd ever been in her life. 'May I please finish myself off too?" Elle begged her mistress; she desperately needed to cum.

The smile that appeared on Mrs. Hardbroom's lips was thin and had a look of malice. Going into the desk Elle's mistress took out two things Elle couldn't quite see. Shoving one of them into her hand Hardbroom Snarled "Finish yourself off with that, bitch," and continued to beat her.

The thing in her hand Elle realized was a vibrator. Small but perfect for what was needed. Suddenly she felt the vip vip vip of the riding crop again. Turning the vibrator on, Elle put it up against her clit making her moan loudly. Again, she heard the vip vip vip coming from behind her as her ass and pussy were whipped

God, she was so close to cumming, as she again heard vip vip vip vip vip. As the riding crop hit her she screamed "ahhhh" as she orgasmed. Gripping the desk she was bent over, and gasping in her orgasm she realized the beatings had stopped. But the smile (that evil smile) that her employer had on her face, was not gone.

"Did you enjoy that?" Elle's mistress whispered into her servant's ear. Unsure if her words would carry after her orgasm she just nodded. "I think it would be rude not to return the favor," her mistress said.

Putting the riding crop down, her mistress pulled down her leggings, her clean-shaven pussy glistening with moisture. Watching the older woman strip in front of her made Elle wetter than she ever had been before. She wanted to see her mistress naked. When Mrs. Hardbroom took off her bra, releasing her beautiful breasts, all Elle wanted to do was lick every inch of her mistress.

Sitting on the desk Elle's boss spread her legs and ran a finger through her pussy. It was so wet Elle noticed. It looked so... tasty. "Eat" Hardbroom commanded, taking her fingers away, and licking her juices from her fingers. Elle had never wanted to obey her boss more than at that moment.

Kissing up her boss' inner thigh, Elle slowly made her way up. Soon she reached the wet pussy, and when she let the tip of her tongue touch the wetness, her taste buds exploded. Elle wanted more, she needed more.

Taking the vibrator she placed it against her Lesbian boss' clit and licked up and down her dripping wet pussy. Elle thought about how good the older woman's pussy tasted as she hungrily ate. Her tongue ran over her mistress' clit as she plunged the vibrator deep into the woman's cunt. It wasn't long before she heard her mistress groan loudly

Beth had been talking throughout her licking, words Elle had thought she'd never heard before let alone used by her respectable boss, "Yes that's it, bitch," Mrs. Hardbroom cried out. "Use your tongue you filthy lesbian whore." The words were turning Elle on again. "Yes lick my CUNT." Hardbroom cried out, Elle could tell her mistress was getting closer. She could feel the older woman's pussy twitch as her orgasm grew closer.

"Ah ah ah, that's it I have a surprise for you my little slut." Her boss cried out as she orgasmed. The promised surprise hit Elle in the face. Elle's boss was a squirter and her fluids soaked Elle's face. Opening her mouth Elle drank from the spasming pussy, drinking as much of the nectar as she could.

"STRIP" Beth commanded Elle. Obeying, the maid took off the rest of her clothes. Slowly she pulled her skirt down and pulled her top up over her head, her mistress all the while watched by her boss, who was playing with her wet pussy. "Bend over," Hardbroom ordered again with barely a thought of please. This was such a turn-on.

Expecting another beating as she bent over the desk again, Elle was surprised to feel Hardbroom's tongue probe her pussy, which was getting soaking wet with the attention. "Oh God Mistress, yes Mrs. Hardbroom, fuck Beth," she murmured but was smacked by Hardbroom's bare hand for her effort.

"I'm your Mistress," her boss commanded, "don't call me anything else." With a tongue buried in her cunt and so close to cumming Elle couldn't argue

"Yes, Mistress. Oh Mistress your tongue feels so good." Elle cried out, she was so close to cumming again. "Please make me cum." Elle screamed out loud.

That was when she felt something enter her. Not the vibrator it was too big for that, and it felt so good. Elle looked behind her to see a black strap on dildo entering her. Her mistress fucked her like the slut she was.

Beth was playing with her tits as she fucked her servant. Watching her mistress play, Elle realized that was such a good idea and decided to do the same.

God, it felt good to squeeze her tits, to play with her nipples as her boss fucked her. Dipping her finger in her cunt and coating her fingers in her juices Elle licked them clean tasting herself as she used the other hand to pinch her nipple. God, she was in heaven. "Oh God, Mistress," Elle cried as the fucking continued, "that feels so good. So so good I think I'm going to...... Aaaah" she screamed as she orgasmed.

Continuing to fuck her slut's soaking wet cunt, Beth reached again for the riding crop. "Now you'll cum again my naughty little slut," she screamed as she beat her lover's ass. It was red with the attention it was receiving. "Oh God, Mistress I'm going to cum again," and she felt two hands grab her tits hard and squeeze roughly as she had her third and final climax.

Getting dressed after the mind-blowing orgasms had passed, Elle looked at her boss, her mistress.

"Don't you dare come in without panties again, bitch," Beth snarled. Elle smiled. She was never wearing panties again