The Maid

Cocktail Time with Shirley

When he got back to his bedroom, he found that Shirley was sitting in one of the chairs, still naked. She had placed the other chair in front of hers and gestured to Will to sit there. He legs apart; he had a wonderful view of her pussy. He could see that she was expecting comment, so he said, 'nice view'.

'You like my pussy?' she asked.

'Of course.'

'Because it's a pussy?'

He laughed and said, 'no, because it's very hairy.'

'Most men these days preferred shaved, I think, like Marietta's.'

'I like shaved or very hairy.'

They relaxed into a silence, which Shirley found very comfortable. Will, however, was feeling slightly awkward. He was thinking of what Marietta had said about payment for Shirley. Was she expecting to be paid? Was he going to be expected to pay for whatever they might do next. He wanted to ask her what she wanted, but that would be too gauche.

'I wonder what you're thinking about,' she said.

He hesitated for a moment. She noticed. He said, recovering himself, 'I was wondering what we will do for the rest of the afternoon, and this evening.

She smiled and said, 'well, you don't seem keen for me to leave, and I plan to stick around for a while so, given that we are both sitting here naked, I imagine we will probably have sex again. At some point, we will get hungry, and you will offer to cook a meal for us. And we have plenty to drink. There is still half a bottle of vodka on the kitchen table, I have another bottle in my bag, and I noticed you have plenty of wine, so I think a pleasant evening of good food, lots of vodka and lots of fucking.'

'Perfect,' he said, feeling a little more comfortable.

'But, first, she said. You could pay me for the cleaning I did with Marietta. It's always good to keep business and pleasure apart.'

He went to get his wallet. He gave her the same as he had given Marietta. It was a generous amount. He handed her a roll of notes, and she put them on the bed beside her. She smiled a knowing smile. He knew how the game went.

'Now, for the pleasure,' she said.

'You mean what we all did early was not pleasure?' he joked.

'You paid me, so not entirely, but it was very pleasurable. It's good to be clear about things.'

They sat in silence for a while. Shirley got up. He watched her leave the room. He assumed she had gone to the bathroom. She returned with cigarettes and the half full vodka bottle and two tumblers. She lit a cigarette.

'Do you smoke a lot?' he asked.

'Any smoking is too much smoking, she said, matter of factly. 'About five a day, a little more when I have sex. You?'

'I used to. I quit a few years ago.'

'Are you anti-smoking?'

'It's bad for your health, stale smoke doesn't smell great, but I like watching women smoking. Then, I find smoking very erotic.'

'Smoking fetish,' she said and laughed.

'What's funny?' he asked.

'Oh, here we are, naked, talking about sexual fetishes, after an afternoon threesome. We're doing everything in the wrong order, a day or non-stop sex first and then a dinner date.'

He smiled and said, 'well. Think of it this way. If we still want to see each other and have a dinner date, it must more there is more to this than just sex.'

She gave him a long look and smiled again, 'I'm looking for a boyfriend,' she said.

He was a little taken back, but he liked her directness.

'I didn't know I was looking for a girlfriend, but now you mention it, maybe I am.'

There was a silence. It needed to be filled. 'We'll see what happens,' she said, and if anything does, I won't expect you to give up your thing with Marietta.'

'I'd not thought that far ahead,' he replied.

'Any guy who gets into a relationship with me needs to be pretty open-minded and not the jealous or possessive type. That's why I don't find it easy to meet the right guy.'

'You think I'm the right kind of guy?

'I think maybe you are. You know that if I say you won't need to give up Marietta if we were to start dating, I'll expect you to give me the same freedom. I don't date more than one man at a time, but I have other things going on. You know how the Filipinas are. Always other things going on.'

'It's ok.'

'Thanks,' she said.

He thought of what Marietta had told him about herself, and he assumed that Shirley's story would be similar. He decided to ask her only one question. The rest he would learn as they went along. And if she was doing the same things as Marietta, he would like it, as he liked knowing what Marietta did. It excited him. He would not tell her that yet.

'Can I ask one question?

'Yes,' she said, only a little tentatively.

'Are you married?'

'No,' she replied, 'I never have been. You know Marietta is, I imagine.'

'Yes, she told me'.

'Do you have a girlfriend now?'

'There was a woman I had a casual thing with but that seemed to fade away. I haven't seen her for three or four months. The only woman I have been having sex with since then is Marietta, and now you.'

'And you want to have a girlfriend now,' she said and gave him a gentle stare.

'Well, Marietta is not a girlfriend. I don't know if there is a name for what I have with her, and having that with her does not mean I can't have a girlfriend, and if the girlfriend knows about her and is fine with it, I don't have to sneak around and deceive anyone.

'I tick that box,' she said and laughed.

I know you do. That's why I said it.'

'Would it have been a problem if I was married?'

'Not a problem, but complicated. Marietta is not a relationship, so it doesn't matter if she's married. And she has an arrangement with her husband. However, a relationship with a married woman would involve complications and could get messy. There are feelings, attachments. In the kind of thing I have with Marietta, they can't exist. I once used the term 'erotic friendship' to differentiate what I do with Marietta from a relationship. She approved of the term. I got the idea from a novel by Milan Kundera.'

'Do you want to have a relationship with me?

'You want me as your boyfriend?'

'That's what I had in mind when I approached you at the party.'

'You tick my boxes: mature, Asian.'

'So, you want to give it a try?'

'Yes.'

She came over to him and kissed him.

'I'm hungry,' he said, 'you must be too. Let's make something to eat.'

They went to the kitchen and Will fried steaks and cooked potatoes while Shirley sat and watched him. He opened a bottle of red to accompany the meal.

As they ate the food they had prepared, Shirley said, 'this is the first date thing we've done.'

He laughed and said, 'yes, it is, and it feels nice to have you here. It feels good.'

'Really?' she asked, and she looked pleased.

'Yes, really. You know, to be honest, when I met you briefly at the party, I thought to myself afterwards, I'd like to get to know her more, but the moment has probably passed, and then Marietta would be a complication, and...' he trailed off.

'And...?' she asked.

'And you came with Marietta and here you are.'

'And she's gone,' said Shirley, finishing his sentence.

'I was a little surprised she left us here alone together,' said Will.

'I wasn't, she replied, 'although I didn't know she was going to. Now she has, it's because she expects something to happen between us.'

'You think?'

They finished the wine with the food. They had drunk it quickly.

'Let's open the other bottle of vodka,' she said.

She went and got the bottle from the table in the living room where she had put it earlier. When she returned, she put the bottle and two tumblers on the table and poured.

'Is there ice?' she asked.

'Yes,' he said and went to the fridge to get some from the icebox.

Shirley put ice in both drinks and lit a cigarette, exhaled and then told him,

'I like to drink. I drink too much.'

Will drank, but mostly wine and not too much, but he liked to get drunk now and then and it was clear they were going to get drunk that evening.

'We can drink slowly now, but later, more,' she said.

'How well do you know Marietta? She asked.

'Not well, I mean I don't know much about her life. She says the less we know about each other, the better things are between us; the excitement remains more intense and lasts longer. She told me she's married. I know what she likes in bed, that she has sex with guys she cleans for, when she wants to, that she occasionally meets guys purely for sex for money, that she's married and her husband knows how she lives. She says she prefers having sex with guys she cleans for rather than one off sex for money meetings.

And I've observed her and she's clever, shrewd, funny, streetwise, and I would imagine very loyal to the people she cares for. She has sacrificed a lot for her family, but I think she enjoys what she does.'

'I agree with all of that, but she is still a bit of a puzzle. She knows what people think about her and the way she lives, she makes no secret of it, but she seldom confirms or denies anything. You can never really know what she's thinking.

'A woman of mystery.' He remarked.

'Did she tell you that she was bringing me here with her?'

'No.'

'I thought she wouldn't. she likes the control, the games.

'Was it your first time with a woman?'

'No! And it wasn't my first time with her either.'

'I thought not. Tell me.'

'Sure.'

'What do you think she would say if she could hear us talking about her?'

'If she left and told me to stay. it is because that's what she wanted. Her liking for control goes beyond her sex life. She can get people to do what see wants them to do. She's manipulative, but she uses her power to manipulate for good more often than bad. She's a good woman. She's something of a pillar of the Filipino community here and she helps a lot of people, especially the young girls when they first arrive and need help settling in.'

'Did she tell you much about me?'

'She told me that if I was looking for a boyfriend who would accept my lifestyle, you would be a good choice.'

'I think I can guess why she said that.'

Shirley smiled and said, 'she told me that she'd told you that she has sex for money sometimes, and she told me how you reacted when she told you how many men she's had, so I knew that you're ones of those guys who like women have has sex with a lot of men. Does it turn you on?'

I was going to keep that for another time, but as you ask, yes.'

'It's not uncommon. I've known a lot of men who like that.'

'How many times have you had sex with Marietta?'

'Including yesterday? Five or six, I think. With her clients who wanted threesomes. And once a group thing. Long time ago now.'

'How do you know her?'

'Everyone in the community knows Marietta. I've known her for more or less the whole time I've been here, which is ten years. She shares an apartment with a close friend of mine; a woman who comes from the same town as me. They are very close friends too.

'I think of them as a couple. They are very close, and they have a sexual relationship. Marietta is a genuine bisexual. She likes women as much as she likes men.

'Are you bisexual?'

'I occasionally have sex with women. I like sex with Marietta when she invites me because I sometimes like to be submissive. I enjoy her domination. Generally, though, I prefer men. I don't think I am a genuine bisexual like her. I see myself as a heterosexual woman who occasionally dabbles in lesbianism and bisexuality. And when I do it, I enjoy it. But I can't imagine myself in a relationship with a woman. What about you? Are you bisexual?'

He hesitated. There was something he could say to this question that he had not told Marietta. She had never asked. Would Shirley tell her? He decided to answer honestly.

'Not bisexual. I haven't had sex with a man, and I don't think I'd want to. At least, I've never met a man yet that I wanted to have sex with, but I have had sex with trans women, ladyboys, a few times.'

'Interesting,' she said and smiled.

'I haven't told Marietta that.'

'If you did, she would probably bring one along for you.'

'Yes, I think she would.' He liked that idea.

'We're revealing a lot about ourselves. Normally, you only know this much about a person when you've been dating for months.'

'As first dates go,' he said. 'This is a very good one.'

She smiled. 'What will we do on our second date?'

'I never fuck on the second date,' he said.

She laughed and said, 'dinner, next Saturday evening?'

'Perfect!' They agreed on a restaurant, and he said he would book it the next day.

'Another vodka?' she suggested.

'Yes.'

He could see that she was not drunk, but the wine and vodka were kicking in and she was getting louder and more brazen. He wondered how she was going to be as a lover alone. Good, he was sure. Today, she would not be Marietta's supporting cast. Today, Shirley was the star.

'Vodka and fucking,' she said and gave him a lascivious look. 'Watch me smoke,'

She lit a cigarette. Before sitting down again, she pulled another chair closer so that she could raise her leg and rest her foot on it. Will watched as she took a long drag on her cigarette and with her other hand, her forefinger and middle finger on one side, and third finger on the other, shaped in a 'v', she spread her pussy lips wide open.

Will sat in the chair opposite her and feasted his eyes on her. Her meaty cunt lips glistened with juice in her forest of black hair. He gazed at her pussy as she slipped her middle finger in. Then, he looked up to watch her taking drags on her cigarette, and he took time to admire her magnificent sagging tits with their long nipples and her big fleshy belly with its folds of skin.'

She finished her cigarette and said, 'it's cocktail time.'

Now we come to it, her party piece.

'Do you have a jug?'

'Yes.'

He fetched a sangria jug from a cupboard. She took it. held it under her pussy, and Will watched as a stream of piss cascaded from her pussy into the jug.

'Marietta told me you like piss,' she said, 'you'll love mine; it tastes like vodka!'

When she was finished, there was half an inch of her champagne in the jug.

Will was raring to go. The sight of a woman pissing made him wild with lust.

Shirley handed him the jug and said, 'your turn.'

He was not sure he needed to go. He held the jug and pointed his cock into it. He waited. He would have loved to bring the jug to his lips and drink her lovely golden piss, but he knew he must resist. His piss came and he watched it flow from his cock and listened to the long splash as it mixed with hers. He added another half inch.

'I love watching men pissing,' she told him.

'We'll go to the living room,' she said. She took the jug and he followed her. She placed the jug on the coffee table in front of the sofa where the action was going to take place. She told him to sit down, and she knelt between his legs.

'I'm going to give you a Shirley special.'

She took his cock between her lips and took the full helmet and a half inch of his shaft into her mouth before stopping and gently gripping his cock with her teeth. Then he felt her tongue begin to circle his cock head. Every time it passed the underside of his shaft, she licked his frenum and every time she did that, his cock twitched and a shudder ran through his body. He felt her hand between his legs, her fingers caressing his balls and then a finger stroking his sphincter. The finger probed his anus. He gasped with pleasure as it began to slide in. Soon she was sucking his cock hard and fast and finger fucking his arsehole. He was in a trance of pleasure.

She stopped for a moment to ask, 'is it good?'

'Yes.' he gasped. He could barely speak.

She told him to turn over and lean over the sofa. He did as she asked. He felt her hand slip between his legs and her fingernails dig into his cock. He gasped again.

'You like that,' she said triumphantly.

He gasped with pleasure. He felt the warm wetness of her tongue on his sphincter and then her lips encircled it; it was as if she was French kissing it. He felt her tongue slide into his arsehole and flick back and forth inside his rectal canal, as if it was fucking him. She dug her fingernails harder into his twitching cock.

She did not want him to cum yet and she knew she had him close, so she slipped her tongue from his arsehole. Let go of his cock and pulled his balls back through his legs and sucked them. The ball sucking slowed things down and the cum that was rising subsided, as if she was sucking it back into his balls.

'Your turn for oral pleasures,' he told her. She sat on the sofa where he had been, and he knelt between her legs and set about eating her cunt. She was very salty, a flavour of woman juice he particularly liked. He pushed his tongue into her pussy as far as he could. He followed her lead and slipped his finger up her arse and finger fucked her arsehole.

He went at her more and more aggressively and the harder he went, pushing his tongue deeper inside her and penetrating her arsehole as far as his finger would go in, the more her body rocked with his.

'I can squirt, make me squirt,' she cried out, almost shouting. 'Do it with your fingers. He pulled back from her and watched as she rubbed her clit hard and fast. 'Get the jug', she said. He grabbed the jug from the table and held it close to her pussy, ready to catch her squirts. She rubbed her clit fiercely and cried out. Then she told him, 'Help me get there. Torture my nipple.'

He grabbed her nipple ring and pulled it.

'Harder, harder,' she cried, 'twist it, hurt me you bastard, fucking hurt me.'

In that moment, he wanted to do it. He did not think about how he would feel about it later.

He did as she told him to. He pulled the ring and watched her nipple as it stretched, longer and longer. Then he twisted it. she screamed out in pain, and in that moment three squirts of hot clear viscous juice shot from her pussy. He heard the splashes as they hit the piss in the jug.

He relaxed and stopping the pulling and twisting, and Shirley's tensed body became limp, and she sank back into the sofa.

'That was fucking intense,' she said.

The exertion had made her sweat. Will could see beads of sweat on her forehead. Gently, he touched one with his fingertip and lifted it from her forehead. He dipped his finger into the jug and piss and juice.

'Another body fluid for our vodka and fucking cocktail,' he said.

'You're perfect,' she purred, 'marry me.'

He laughed. They were both drunk, him more than her, but they were still capable, and he was aching to fuck her. However, Shirley was not finished with making their cocktail yet. She needed to add a generous measure of his spunk, and she was going to suck it out of him.

She sat up and told him to stand. His prick was as hard as a rock. She knew, as she sucked it into her mouth that she would have him there quickly and so it was. He shot five good pumps of his hot spunk into her mouth. She looked up at him as he handed her the jug. She leaned forward and held it under her mouth and let the sperm drip from her mouth into the ever more exotic mix in the jug. When all of his spunk had dripped from her mouth not the jug, she spat saliva into it and told him to do the same.

'Do you want some piss?' he asked her.

'Yessss,' she said, 'fucking piss on me, use me as your fucking toilet. I'm your piss whore. Use me.'

Her words excited him. Perhaps he could grow to enjoy dominating her.

He pointed his cock towards her mouth and let go. His stream poured into her eager mouth. As her mouth filled, she pushed her lower lip outwards to allow the piss to spill over it into the jug.

Shirley went to the kitchen and came back with the bottle of vodka and ice. She poured a large amount of the vodka into the jug and added a lot of ice.