Apt. 9D The Dominant Divorcee
rutger5 (An original story - Copyright 2013)
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Intro: No character development, plot, or anything like that in this story (this series really). Just a dirty sex story. So if that's what you're looking for you came to the right place. Enjoy!
"Is that all the packages for today Brian?" I asked the Fed-Ex delivery man as I signed electronically for the single next day package that sat on the front desk.
"Well that's all I have for you Don. Maybe Ground will have something for the building, I'm not sure."
"He was already here, same thing with UPS. I am so sick of those guys in their brown shorts thinking they're God's gift to women. Makes it harder for those of us who really are, yet we have to wear grown up pants for our job."
"Uh okay Don, see you tomorrow," he said shaking his head at my comments as he departed.
Just because he didn't notice it meant nothing. I knew I was right about this but there was no sense in getting upset. It was true that they got fawning newspaper articles written about them by women reporters every year when the weather would become warmer while the only time doormen were mentioned in the press was when we might go on strike, but so what? In our quiet way we provided a greater service to the females of Manhattan, some of us quite frequently and enjoyably.
Well there was no reason to dwell on any of that I decided, especially with it being so close to lunch. One more task and then I'd have a glorious hour of freedom awaiting me. Checking the tenant registry I located the phone number of the apartment I sought and a minute later I was listening to the sound of ringing over my headset. It was on the fifth ring and I was wondering if anyone was home when it was answered.
"Hello," came the sound of a woman's voice and she sounded out of breath to me.
"Yes hello, this is Don in the lobby. Is this Ms. Tyler?"
"Yes it is. Good morning or should I say good afternoon Don."
"Well it just turned noon so either way is fine ma'am."
"What can I do for you today Don?"
"I just wanted to let you know a package has arrived for you. Its express delivery so I thought it might be important and wanted to inform you right away."
"Thank you so much Don, I've been anxiously waiting for it. Is there any way you can bring it up? Normally I would send Blanca down but she's tied up with something right now."
Groaning inwardly I looked at my watch realizing this favor would cut into my lunch break but I resigned myself to it before answering her.
"Certainly Ms. Tyler, I'll bring it straight up."
"Thanks so much Don, you are a life saver. And I assure you that you'll be well rewarded for your help."
"No need ma'am, just doing my job."
I informed Jose I was bringing the package upstairs then taking lunch so he could watch the desk in the interim. On the ride up to the 9th floor I recalled what Ms. Tyler had said and felt bad that Blanca had been unable to collect the package. Not only would it have saved me the trip upstairs but it was always a visual treat to see Ms. Tyler's live in Latina maid. She had worked for the rich divorcee for a little over a year by this time and she was muy caliente.
Long black hair cascaded down past her shoulders to frame her pretty face and she had the biggest doe-like brown eyes I'd ever seen. Her name was very apt for unlike many of those with her heritage her skin was as pale and white as the summer moon. Blanca did have the stereotypical Hispanic figure however, with a big, round ass and small, though not tiny, breasts. In short she was a living wet dream and she never failed to arouse me whenever I saw her pass through the lobby while running some errand.
Well I had no doubt I'd see her soon so there was no sense crying about it I thought as I rang the doorbell to the apartment. When a minute passed with no answer I pressed the button again when a voice came over the intercom mounted next to the door.
"Don, is that you?"
"Yes it is Ms. Tyler."
"The door is unlocked so would you mind letting yourself in?"
"Not at all, I'll see you in a minute," I replied after which I opened the apartment door and stepped inside.
Classical music was what I first heard as I entered the foyer, it was Vivaldi's Four Seasons I believe, but as I closed the door behind me I heard another faint sound that I couldn't place coming from deeper inside the apartment.
"Ms. Tyler?" I called out.
"Yes Don, we're in the living room. Can you join us here please?"
"Certainly," I replied as I followed the sound of her voice.
The living room was large and I could only see a small part of it from my initial vantage point in the foyer. When I entered I didn't see anyone when I again heard the unknown noise prompting me to turn toward the direction it came from. That section of the room was dominated by a full grand piano in front of a row of windows but it wasn't the sight of the impressive musical instrument that caused my jaw to drop. Rather it was what was on the piano bench that had this profound effect on me.
There around ten feet from where I stood was the maid Blanca and she was tied securely to the wooden bench and almost nude. She was on her stomach with each wrist and ankle fastened to an individual bench leg and the only piece of clothing she appeared to have on was a bright red thong with a thin strip of fabric separating and drawing attention to her firm, plump buttocks.
If that sight wasn't enough to simultaneously shock and arouse me there was also the fact that Blanca had a number of red welts marring her fair skin from her upper back down to her ass and even some on the back of her upper legs. Even more surprising to me was who had given her those, for standing next to the servant was Ms. Tyler and a cruel looking whip was in her patrician hand.
