Maid To Order 22

Maid To Order

Things had been slow on my ad since the last encounter with Sir and the mysterious woman who loved my pussy eating skills. I never got to see her face, but her ass and tits were enough to make me cream from memory, at will for weeks to cum.

I was running low on spending funds and I had my eye on a new piece that would require a great amount of additional funding. I hated cleaning houses, but there were several rich neighborhoods within an hour drive where nobody would recognize me and I could retain my dignity and make really big money for very little work.

These neighborhoods had their own website for chatting and questions and seeking local, dependable, discrete, decent help for a myriad of skill sets, not the least of which happened to be on the spot house cleaning.

I had posted on this board a couple of times and knew I could rake in $300 - $500 in a day or two, dusting and mopping and picking up odds and ends. I knew I would probably have a reply within the day, so I posted very late in the evening on a Thursday hoping I would have something before noon the next day.

I spent the evening watching lezdom videos and fantasizing about me, finding myself in the middle of a group of black lesbians "allowing" me to service them one by one until they were all too tired to care. Afterward, I would use my eleven inch vibrating cock to "rub one out" while they slept. My moaning would awaken at least one of them and she would wake up the rest. They would surround me and begin groping my tits and my ass and eventually my entire body while using the giant dildo to invade my pussy and my ass. They would take turns squatting over my mouth, making me lick their pussies and asses, again until I erupted in convulsions as they slammed the massive cock in and out of my pussy and ass. My entire body would be heaving and writhing as they never let up, overstimulating me until I passed out from exhaustion. Oh, if this could ever happen I don't know what I could do to top it.

I fell asleep dreaming of the fantasy, which I guess, would technically still be a fantasy? Regardless, my deep slumber was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door; at least I thought it was. As I jumped up to find my robe and cover up to answer the door, I realized that it was my phone knocking. I had set the alert for the ad on the board to a knock, thinking that a knock would remind me of the weekend with Sir and his friend, which would, in turn, put a mischievous smile on my face and a tingle in my pussy.

Unfortunately, it did not have the intended effect...sigh. Maybe it will next time, if I focus enough.

I swiped open my phone and found the reply to my post on the board. It was from a Ms. Smith, 4880 Palisades Court.

I was familiar with this street because it was around the corner from a mansion I'd cleaned once before. This was easy money for sure. She indicated that her regular maid was out with the flu and my services would be for the weekend "as needed". Further, I would be allowed to stay in the guest house, to be included with my pay of $1200. Twelve hundred dollars? JACKPOT! Ms. Smith went on to say that if I could be there by 9:00 am, there would be a bonus of $200 but there may be "extra duties". This verbiage was in quotes. I didn't feel comfortable with the quotes. If she had simply stated that the bonus would entail extra work on an expedited schedule, I would have been fine...but "extra duties"?

I decided to go for the money, so I replied that I would be there before 9:00 ready to work! It was 6:00 am, so I had plenty of time to shower and pack for the weekend, jump in my car, and zip over to the neighborhood.

I quickly jumped in the shower and got cleaned up and dressed, put on my makeup, to make myself presentable and beyond so that she would be ready to put me to work without looking me over. I'd learned that people, particularly rich women who live in mansions, put more emphasis on looks and presentation rather than hard work and ethics. I could play either game.

I picked out my regular semi-short black and white maid outfit, complete with stockings and heels. I covered that with a long coat, so as not to appear too obvious. I also packed my normal cleaning outfit, which consisted of a matching set of scrubs, and a pair of sneakers, in case real cleaning was required or if Ms. Smith showed the slightest hint of disapproval. Either way I was prepared. I also packed a lounging outfit and, since I normally slept in the nude, I packed a few toys in case I got bored.

I grabbed my phone charger and took one last look in the mirror, checked the time, and quickly locked the door and headed to the car. I had an hour and fifteen minutes, so I smiled to myself, remembering the bundle of easy money I was about to take in. Life is good!

I arrived with ten minutes to spare, although I like to be fifteen minutes early, especially for a $200 bonus, but everything was picture perfect and I was excited to see what the inside of this mansion looked like and ambitious to find the feather duster and busy myself looking busy.

The mansion was indeed huge - three stories with a long gated drive that circled around in front of the massive entrance. Trees lined the driveway and prevented any exposure to the entrance at the road. No one would ever dream this place was back here, hidden from all except an aerial view. These people had money.

A butler met me as I exited my car and advised that he would be happy to park my car in the back with "the others". I complied by handing him my keys and thanking him, I proceeded toward the front door.

"Enjoy your stay," he said, rather enthusiastically, as he looked me over and smiled. He was a younger white man, early thirties I'd guess, around six feet tall, broad shoulders, dressed in a driver's button down coat and slacks, much like you would see in movies with this caliber of home and money.

Outstanding! This was different. It was a dream! It had to be! I pinched myself on the arm, nonchalantly, as I smiled and took note that he appeared to be licking his lips, not so nonchalantly? Interesting. Slightly weird...

I turned and walked to the entrance. As I approached the door to ring the doorbell, the doors suddenly opened automatically. Rich! I paused and waited for the doors to open completely. I heard footsteps, heels actually, from inside that seemed to be walking on expensive granite tile that echoed as if a great hall awaited me inside.

"Please, do come in," the voice attached to the heels said warmly.

I was taken aback at first and it must have shown.

"I'm sorry, are you Ms. Reamy?"

"Yes, um, yes Ma'am, I am," I stuttered.

I was completely lost. This woman was absolutely stunning. She was black, probably six foot three, wearing heels, and a florescent yellow one piece swimsuit with a white, sheer, see through cover. Her massive boobs bounced on the verge of falling out of the top of the swimsuit and her legs were taut and extremely long. As she approached me, I took too long admiring her perfectly round ample ass attached to the top of her long legs, and I could tell she noticed me noticing her.

"Follow me," she said as if giving an order.

Her demeanor had changed in an instant, and not the good kind of change.

I followed closely to get the best view of her ass, which was shaking like an earthquake with each and every step. She was perfect. Absolutely. Perfect. I didn't wish I was her, but I certainly wished she had me to do with whatever she wanted.

My mouth was actually salivating and I almost didn't realize it as we walked through the massive house.

The entrance way was not even a living room or a lounging room; it was just a massive open air room with a thirty foot ceiling, probably thirty feet square with hallways snaking, presumably out to the rest of the house, and directly in front of the main door entrance. Thirty feet inside were two matching round stair wells that led to a giant balcony two stories up. In between them was what appeared to be an elevator door with a matching door upstairs directly above it, two stories. MONEY!

I quickly caught up to the bouncing, jiggling lady in heels just in time for her to turn and introduce herself.

"I'm Ms. Smith. The Butler you met is Frank. The cook is Zelda. The pool boy is Zack. I need you to remove your coat. Now please," she ordered.

I tried to close my gaping mouth as I slithered out of my coat. I couldn't tell if she was upset or just demanding or trying to exert her authority? I was wet thinking she could have me any one of those ways.

As I removed my coat, she smiled slightly and murmured, "You'll do."

I almost felt like I needed to cover myself as she eyed me up and down.

"Do you have to wear that outfit? I would rather you not," she smirked.

"No, I have scrubs that -"

"That won't be necessary.

You will be nude. The entire weekend. Always. You will do exactly as you are told by whomever gives you an order. If you disobey, you will be given your things and you will be asked to leave. Without pay. Can you comply with these rules?"

I thought about her demands. The way she said it was so authoritative. So sure of herself. So commanding. So positive. How could she assume I would even consider this? How could I not?

"I need your answer now. Right NOW."

"Yes. Yes, I can comp-" I was cut off.

"Good. Now get undressed. Here is a list of chores I need you to do within the next thirty minutes, "as she handed me a typed out list on paper. Not an iPad? Hmmm...interesting. I would have expected an...

"There is a changing room down that hall to the left. You can leave your bag and that ridiculous outfit there. You won't be needing them. Everything you need will be provided. Frank will escort you to your first assignment in four minutes. Are we clear?" She asked sarcastically.

"Yes," I answered assertively.

"That's YES MA'AM. ALWAYS address me as Ma'am. Everyone else you will address Master or Mistress. Master Frank. Mistress Zelda. And so on. Are we clear?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said as I lowered my head. I realized this was her power trip and I was just along for the ride.

She turned without saying anything else and left. I was actually in awe. So much power. Not as a human, but as the privileged seemed to assume.

I looked down at the note, expecting to see a list of duties like dusting or waxing a floor or doing some laundry. Instead, there were only two sentences.

1. Wash the rear inside window facing the pool. (There was a pool? Of course there was a pool. Zack, the pool boy...Master Zack...)

2. Suck off the pool boy.

I gasped! Where was I? What is this? Why did they assume I would...

Footsteps echoed down the hall. Frank was coming. I quickly dipped into the tiny changing room and undressed down to my bra and panties. I kept my heels on because I figured Frank would like to see me this way in case he "needed" anything. He seemed "suckable".

I stepped out into the hall.

"Naked, please Ms. Reamy. Completely NAKED. I thought Ms. Smith made it perfectly clear that you were to follow orders directly. Did she not?" He demanded.

"Yes," I replied, again, head down.

"Yes, WHAT?"

"Oh, sorry, yes Master Frank," I assured him.

"Better. Follow me."

I quickly took off my bra and panties and heels and followed him to the window. Next to the window was a bucket of suds and water and a two foot step ladder. The window was two feet off the ground, about five feet wide and about six feet tall.

"Wash," he demanded.

He watched as I reached into the bucket for a sponge or cloth, but there was nothing.

Perplexed, I turned to ask him where the sponge was when he simply said, "You have tits. Use them."

He turned and walked away. I was completely stunned! How? What? Why? How? I looked down at the bucket and decided to try my skills at titty-window-washing. I dipped my titties in, one at a time and got them all soaped up. I pressed them against the window and that's when I freaked.

There was a giant dinner party going on between the house and the pool! There must have been twenty people, mostly black and dressed in their swimsuits or solid white formal suits. They were all walking around, chatting, eating hors d'oeuvres, laughing, exchanging glances toward my window. In the background I saw a tall lanky boy skimming the pool and staring my way.

Ms. Smith suddenly walked directly in front of me and as I saw her staring I noticed her mouthing the words, "Twenty-five minutes!"

I quickly came to my senses and without thinking began washing the window with my tits. It was weird at first. The feeling of the ice cold water, the window on my hard cold nipples, the stares of the black men and women, licking their lips ever so gently as if to say, "I'll have some of that!"

Ms. Smith smiled eloquently, turned toward Zack, then looked back at me, then back at him. He nodded in the affirmative.

I swished my massive tits around in the water and then back onto the window. I was making a huge mess, not thinking that I would probably be expected to clean it up. The water was so cold, but my body felt beet red. I felt embarrassed because I was naked and everyone out there was clothed, or at least had a swimsuit on. It was exhilarating and embarrassing at the same time.

I cleaned the bottom three fourths and reached for the ladder.

I stood on the ladder and carefully began cleaning the upper parts of the window as the crowd looked on.

I finished the entire window, but of course the soap was still there because I had no way to rinse it off. I was standing, observing, obviously perplexed about my ordeal, when I noticed Zack using his finger to indicate that I should come to him.

I nervously walked to the door, outside, through the crowd of black strangers over to the pool where Zack stood.

"Kneel," was the only thing he said.

I did so and immediately felt my whole body blush as the strangers gathered around us. I opened my mouth and waited.

"Take it out and suck him until I say stop." It was Ms. Smith.

I reached up and pulled down his swim trunks. Until that moment, I hadn't realized the size of his cock. As I pulled them down, my jaw literally fell open. This twenty something year old kid had a dick that was a full TWELVE INCHES LONG! AND THREE INCHES AROUND!

How the fuck was I going to suck him off, much less fit it in my mouth?

"You have seven minutes, Ms. Reamy," she announced to the crowd as they began laughing.

I opened as wide as I could and tried to fit just the head in my tiny mouth.

The whole crowd burst into laughter at that point.

"Come on slut! Open wide," they began shouting.

"You better swallow that thing!"

"Yeah slave, you better slobber all over that thing!"

"Come on cunt! You can go deeper than that!"

"Yeah slut! That monster is going in your ass."

I freaked again. My ass? My duty was to suck him off, not allow him to fuck my ass? The thought of this thing trying to penetrate my ass genuinely scared me. About that time, someone grabbed one of my nipples. Then someone stuck a finger inside my pussy. Someone grabbed the other nipple and pinched it, hard. As I went to scream I felt someone push the back of my head. My mouth went further down on his cock, or rather, his cock went further down my throat. I wasn't ready as I began to gag and cough on the massive cock.

More laughter and ridicule.

The same hand pulled my hair back as I gasped for air and immediately pushed my mouth back firmly onto his cock.

I felt a wet finger slide into my ass as I continued to try and suck the pool boy off.

I raised my head up briefly to see him throwing his head back and pushing his giant cock down my throat as his hands wrapped around my head, pulling my mouth onto and off of his giant cock. I couldn't believe my mouth and throat had opened up enough to fit his cock directly into my throat. I loosened my throat muscles and swallowed as best as I could. This allowed him to feed me three more inches as the crowd's laughter suddenly turned into applause!

They were still mauling my tits and my pussy. It felt exhilarating!

Suddenly everyone let go and stepped back, everyone except Zack.

He promptly grabbed my hair and used it as leverage to begin pounding my throat violently with his rigid cock.

"STOP!"

It was Ms. Smith again.

"Turn around and let her toss your salad!"

He reluctantly turned and presented his ass to me. Someone shoved my face directly into his ass and I immediately began to slurp his tiny bung hole.

I heard him moan. Someone grabbed my hand and placed it between his legs and onto his cock. Another hand began guiding my hand as I pumped his cock.

"Fuck me!" It was Ms. Smith. Of course.

"Slut, you keep that tongue of yours busy. On BOTH OF US. Is that CLEAR?"

"THETH THATH," I attempted to answer, my mouth full of ass and my tongue firmly attached to his tiny hole. It was humiliating and I loved it.

More laughter.

She bent over in front of him and he easily slid his massive dick inside of her wanting pussy. I repositioned myself underneath them both so that I could lick from his ass to her clit! It was a long stride, but I made the best of it. It was taking so very long to get from one end to the other, I felt like I was fighting a losing battle, so I reached up with both hands and used my fingers on one hand to massage her clit and finger his ass with the other. Soon they were fucking ninety to nothing. Moaning and groaning. This bitch was taking his young thick massive cock willingly. My mouth, tongue, face, hands and fingers were right in the middle of their relentless humping.

They sped up to the point where I couldn't tell when their stride ended or began. It was one fluid motion, start to end.

I kept up as best as I could when I felt his balls begin to tighten.

"QUICK! SUCK HIM OFF SLUT! DRAIN HIS MIGHTY BALLS!" Ms. Smith screamed. Of course. Again.

I quickly grabbed his massive member and clamped my mouth around it while shoving three fingers into his ass!

He grabbed my head and pounded my mouth like it was an open invitation to 'PRISONERS FUCK FOR FREE - LIMITED TIME ONLY'. It was a fuck hole designed to meet his need to seed!

I took his cock down my throat and allowed him to empty his balls sufficiently as I continued probing his ass. He held my head still in his hands as he pumped for what seemed like forever. It was all I could do to breathe through my nose as he throated me hard and without remorse.

He finally pumped the last of his load down my throat and released my head and staggered backwards into the pool!

They all laughed and applauded.

"You ARE NOT FINISHED SLUT!"

Guess who?

"FINISH ME THE SAME WAY!"

She laid back on a sunning chair that someone, as if on cue, presented.

I got to work digging into her ass with my quivering fingers, now numb from my previous Master. My mouth quickly attached to her pussy and my tongue aimed directly for her clit as I began circling it and darting in and out of her slit. My fingers regained feeling and began fingering her ass with momentum. I reached up with my other hand and clamped my thumb, index, and middle fingers firmly and without remorse onto her right nipple.

She moaned

Not the reaction I was expecting.

I grabbed harder and twisted her nipple as I continued to lick and suck her clit and slit.

"Mmmmmm....nice. Suck my clitty harder," she uttered.

I couldn't believe it. This slut was a Pain Queen.

I bit down on her clit.

She screamed!

Finally, the reaction I was hoping for.

"You'll pay for that SLUT!"

Maybe not the reaction I was hoping for.

She reached down and yanked my head up by my hair, which presented my beautiful face as a blank target. She slapped me hard with her unsuspecting hand.