Alyssa moved into the Martin's house the day after her interview, after signing an extensive contract detailing what would be expected of her as both maid and sex partner. Alyssa had hesitated a little when she saw just how detailed the contract was on what she would allow to be done to her body and what she might be expected to participate in.
This included being open to sexual contact with any and all parts of her body, and being willing to fuck anyone the Martin's instructed her to. There was of course a safety clause that explained the use of Alyssa's safe word. The catch was, though, that if she ever used the safety word, her employment would end. The Martin's had explained that they would never ask her to do anything that would endanger her or do her lasting harm, but that they had very particular and varied desires and that Alyssa must be willing to participate in them if she was going to work for them.
After her first six months on the job, it was apparent to Alyssa that the Martins, whom she was allowed only to refer to as Sir or Ma'am, were much more interested in a live-in submissive than they were a maid.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Martin were dominants and while they could please each other, it was much more satisfying for both of them when they got to exert control over someone together.
It also became apparent that Alyssa did not know nearly as much about BDSM as she'd thought she did. Before coming to work for the Martin's, she had thought herself pretty kinky for letting her boyfriend tie her up and spank her a bit. After just a few weeks at her new job, she had learned that there was a lot more to being a submissive.
She was also coming to learn that she thouroughly enjoyed being dominated and humiliated. Just a week before, the Martin's had another couple over for drinks when Mrs. Martin had called Alyssa into the living room.
"I thought I told you to dust this room," Mrs. Martin said coldly, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Yes, Ma'am. I did." Alyssa kept her eyes downcast as she had been taught.
"Then what is that?" The older woman pointed to the mantle over the fireplace where fingers had been swiped through the dust evident there.
"It's dust, Ma'am. I'm sorry, I must have missed some."
"Strip."
Alyssa blushed furiously. Although she had been naked in front of other friends of the Martin's and indeed had sex with several of them, she had always done so knowing beforehand what would happen. Being ordered to undress in front of these two strangers was embarrassing.
She did as she was told and was soon standing stark naked in the middle of the living room.
"On your knees, whore." Alyssa flinched at the last word, and blushed as she obeyed.
"Crawl over to Michael and Carol," Mr. Martin ordered from his seat on the couch.
She did so, humiliated. Even so, she felt moisture seeping between her legs as she knelt in front of the couple.
"Apologize."
"I am sorry that I did not do a better job of cleaning. I will do better next time."
She had then been instructed give Michael a blowjob and let Carol fuck her with a dildo by way of apology.
Alyssa had been reminiscing about that night while she did the laundry one morning when Mrs. Martin called her into the kitchen. The woman stood besid the kitchen table, her greying blonde hair pulled back in a sophisticated chignon and wearing a pinstriped skirt suit for work.
There were eight full glasses of water lined up on the counter and a bowl sitting on the floor beside a kitchen chair.
"Good morning, dear. We're going to try something new today. Drink the water please."
The first two glasses were easy, the third and fourth a little harder. By the fifth glass her stomach was uncomfortably full, and the sixth glass a struggle. The seventh glass hurt as her stomach was so full and she'd drunk the first glasses in under ten minutes. It took her another five to finish all of the eighth glass and she felt bloated and uncomfortable when she was done. Her bladder was already beginning to fill.
"Very good," Mrs. Martin said sweetly. "Know, undress, slut."
Alyssa did so, folding her clothes neatly and laying them on the table.
Mrs. Martin smiled. "My husband has fucked me three times since last night, Alyssa. I've been wearing these same panties the whole time and they are full of cum. Take them off for me, but don't spill anything."
The younger woman knelt in front of her employer and carefully rolled the skirt up to her waist. Her panties were old satin granny panties that had sagged in the middle with the weight of the cum.
Alyssa slid her fingers into the waistband and slowly lowered them to Mrs. Martin's toned legs. She could see brown swirled in the liquid, and knew that the woman had been fucked in the ass at least once.
Mrs. Martin stepped out of the panties and instructed Alyssa to place them in the bowl on the floor. She then sat down in the kitchen chair and spread her legs.
"You're my maid, right? Clean me out, but don't swallow anything."
"Yes, Ma'am," Alyssa murmured, and scooted closer to the chair, placing her hands gently on the woman's thighs. She could see the cum still dripping out of her pussy and asshole.
Alyssa dragged her tongue up from the puckered bud to Mrs. Martin's clit, scooping the leaking jizz into her mouth. In her time at the Martin's, she had been well taught how to lick pussy and clean it out.
She circled her lips around the anus and sucked, licking around the hole and pushing her tongue into the tight sphincter to drag the dirty cum into her mouth. Mrs. Martin pushed her ass harder against the girl's face and made a small sound of pleasure.
Alyssa continued to lick and suck around her boss's ass until she couldn't get any more cum out.
More cum had leaked out of Mrs. Martin's pussy when Alyssa transfered her attention, mixed with the woman's own juices as she became more aroused. Alyssa licked it up and took the time to swirl her tongue around the sensitive nub at the top of her cleft, sucking it into her mouth.
"Yesssss," Mrs. Martin hissed, fisting her hand into Alyssa's long dark hair. Alyssa began to suck in earnest at the woman's hole as more cum filled her mouth. She jabbed her stiffened tongue up into the pussy, swirling it around inside and dragging the jizz out.
"Oh, yeah. C'mon, eat me out, you filthy little bitch." Mrs. Martin added her other hand to the back of Alyssa's head, pushing the girl's face into her pussy, encouraging her.
Alyssa gave a small, muffled whimper as her nose was pressed into the woman's clit and folds. She rubbed her face into the woman's pussy, sucking and licking furiously as Mrs. Martin moaned and began to shudder.
"That's it, slut. Oh, god, yeah. Make me cum, you whore." She gripped Alyssa's hair tightly, grinding her face into her hot, wet pussy, and squeezing her head with her thighs as she felt her orgasm build.
"Yeah, yeaaaahhhhh, ohhhhhhh YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!" Mrs. Martin's body shook and hot juices flowed onto Alyssa's face and into her mouth as the woman came fiercely.
