A Maid's Life

Making her way to her interview, Rachel was nervous. She had never been a maid, nothing of the sort. But times were hard and it was just something she had to do. The job was only a two week placement. She'd told her boyfriend that she'd gone on a caravan holiday with her family - apparently, for the role, it was necessary to be a 'live in' maid.

She sat on a flimsy chair in the cent of a large empty room. The house was an enormous one, and on her way through she had seen several similar rooms. The family were obviously incredibly wealthy.

"You have to understand, Rachel, that if you're going to enter the service of this family, you will be doing more than just cleaning."

Rachel nodded her head and tried not to look frightened. She knew that she had to take the job. She had no option. Her boyfriend didn't need to know the things that she would be doing. She recalled the advert, and those words that sent shivers down her spine.

Will be expected satisfy her clients in every way they should wish.

There was no real subtlety, and she knew that immediately. She had debts; she had no choice.

"You're a very attractive young lady, and any one of the family might ask for you to...help us out a little," said Tom, the father of the household. "It could be my wife, my sons, my daughters...even me."

She didn't like the way he was looking at her, and she couldn't maintain eye contact. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on the floor.

"I want you to put this on for me, now."

He picked up a parcel from behind the sofa he was sitting on, and tore it open. Inside was a maid's outfit. She looked at it, horrified.

'But it's so...small," she said. She felt her arms hugging close to herself as though to somehow shield her body from this horrid man.

He grinned widely.

"I know"

She took the clothes from him and glanced around her.

"Where should I go to change?"

'Nowhere," he said, grinning still. "You'll do it right here."

Realising she had no choice, she attempted to accept the situation. She lay down the outfit on the floor and began to unbutton her shirt. She turned herself away from him, slightly, trying to show as little as possible.

"Face me," he snapped.

She faced up to him and continued to unbutton the shirt. Underneath, began to unveil soft white skin and a white bra containing round, pert breasts. She attempted to hide them with her hands.

"The bra too," said Tom. "You won't be wearing any underwear in this house...unless I tell you too."

He cackled, making her shudder slightly. She unhooked the bra from behind, and hesitated, gripping it by the front, covering her breasts, unwilling to let go.

"Drop it," he said.

She did. Her breasts were firm and her nipples were hard given the slight breeze in the house. She continued attempting to cover herself.

"The dress."

She gulped and began lowering her dress slowly, to reveal thin white panties, matching the bra. She saw Tom's hand wander to the front of his trousers. He pulled down the zip and she couldn't help but watch, horrified, as he withdrew a rock hard cock from inside. It was...big. She was disgusted. She looked away but couldn't shake the image from her mind. It was bulging and veiny and perhaps the biggest she'd ever seen. Her boyfriend was tiny in comparison.

"Maybe we can leave the outfit for later," he said. "Right now, I want you to come over here."

She walked towards him slowly, trying to avoid looking at any part of him.

"On your knees."

She obliged. Her eyes were closed and she wanted never to open them again.

"Suck my cock."

Her eyes opened in alarm, and she saw it right in front of her. It was huge and it throbbed only inches from her lips. She recoiled from it. She looked up at him and saw that he was serious. Of course, she already knew he was serious. He licked his thin, dry lips in anticipation. Her boyfriend's penis was not small, but it was nothing compared to this.

"Big, isn't it?" he said. He stroked it only inches from her face. "I bet it's the biggest you've ever seen. I bet your boyfriend's is as small as my little finger, isn't it? My cock will make you scream and beg for more like a little slut."

"Stop it," she said.

He smiled, watching her. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She wouldn't admit it, but he knew the desire buried deep in her eyes. Desire she could never admit, except he'd make her admit it. He always made them admit it.

'Now suck it," he snapped. "Wrap those pretty little lips around my big fat cock and suck it like the little slut you are."

She moved towards it slowly, and touched the head delicately with her tongue. She heard him beginning to groan. She moved her tongue around the head, gently. It made her almost sick to be near it. To touch it with her tongue was like torture.

"Put it in your mouth," he said. "All of it."

"I-I can't. I can't do it."

"What?"

"It's too...it's too big."

He smiled.

"I know you need this job you little whore. You'll do what I say or else I'll find some other slut to take your place. You want to suck it. I know you do. You want to feel it all in your mouth, throbbing, and to wrap your tongue around it and feel me come down your throat. Now do it."

She gulped and hesitated. He slapped the top of her head as though to hurry her up and she felt tears welling in her eyes, but she remained strong. She bit the bullet.

He groaned loudly and she felt the head of his cock touching the back of her neck. She almost choked. She felt him grip her hair from the back and he began to force to fuck her mouth with his cock. She felt almost sick.

He breathed heavily and she kept gagging on the enormous thing in her mouth. She felt sick enough as it was. He grabbed her hand it forced it to his chest. It was greasy and hairy, and he pushed it down over his grotesque and large stomach. She shuddered and he moaned deeply. He released her hand and she snatched it away.

"Play with your tits," he managed to say with shallow breath. She obliged, wanting it to be over as soon as possible. She pushed her tits together, and began tweaking her hard nipples, feeling no pleasure whatsoever. She heard him groan loudly, almost shouting, and then she felt his come rushing down her throat. He held her head firmly, and she struggled against it, wanting to spit the disgusting stuff. Eventually he released his grip and she span and spat his come over the floor.

He raised himself to his feet, and she was curled up on the floor beneath him, trying to cover as much skin as she could. She wanted to cry.

"Mop it up," he said, pointing to the mess on the floor. "You're hired. I'll send Daniel to show you to your chambers."

—-

Daniel had been kind. He was around her age, a student just like herself. He told her of his studies and his dreams of being an architect. She had dressed in the nurses outfit in order to avoid as much embarrassment as possible.

She was too shy to say anything of note to him, only one word replies. The outfit was made of a soft fabric, reinforced around her breasts in order to accentuate them. It left very little to the imagination, the neckline being so low. She had to admit that her boobs looked pretty good, globular and firm. But around this Daniel, who seemed so nice, she felt incredibly awkward.

The dress was frilly at the bottom (in the traditional maid-according-to-porn-videos fashion), and rode up so that it only covered around half of an area which she would otherwise have liked to be entirely invisible. She kept pulling it down as though she could cover her posterior, only succeeding in making it even tighter around her breasts. She knew that her peachy behind was perfectly visible to anyone standing behind her, and struggled towards accepting that there was nothing she could do about it. The only silver lining she could find was that she'd always been rather proud of her bum. So tight and round. This thought gave her little comfort as she continued her attempts to hide all she could.

She wore dark stockings over her shapely legs, and high heeled shoes; more high than any she had previously worn, though so far she had coped with relative dignity. She was not arrogant, but she knew that she must look exactly like something taken from a relatively high quality porn video. The way Daniel looked at her, she knew she must look good.

Lying on her bed, she thought of him. He was not unattractive. His hair was light brown and spiked at the front, and he was quite well built. She'd noticed his strong arms when he firmly shook her hand. He seemed fairly shy in conversation, his talk of his student life being a desperate attempt to keep conversation flowing.

She noticed that he had a lot of difficulty not looking at her body in this skimpy outfit. She could hardly blame him. When he looked at her, she could see him straining to look nowhere but her eyes, but she knew that when she wasn't looking, his resolution was faltering. Once or twice she caught him staring at her breasts, and he looked away shyly when she caught him out. She couldn't blame him in the least, and besides, she almost didn't mind him looking.

She knew that she had made a show when he showed her the room. He had opened the door and she walked inside, strutting and knowing he was watching her pert behind as she strode slowly inside. When she turned, she smiled as he eyes shot with embarrassment to hers.

In retrospect, she felt guilty, but at the time it actually felt quite good. Some control at last, some control back into her day. She didn't feel quite so weak and feeble as she had only half an hour or so before. Of course, the feeling soon left her. But at least knowing that she could make one man embarrassed like he was, and wilt him like she did, consoled her at least a little.

She wondered if he would ask anything of her - anything...like that. She hoped not.

———

She felt horny, all alone in her room. She had been left there for some time, and for some time she had resisted the urge. But she could resist no longer. She had stripped her clothes long ago, and with nothing else to do in this bare and empty chamber, there was nothing to distract her from the burning desire in her pussy. At that time, she didn't know there were cameras in the room, watching her. She slept naked, not wanting to wear that awful nurses outfit. It was rebellion, really. At least it felt that way.

Subconsciously, her legs had been squirming and rubbing together for hours. She felt her wetness running down her legs, sending tingles down her spine.

The burning in her pussy made her feel guilty. It was disgusting. She wasn't thinking of the day, she was simply horny. She needed to come. She hadn't been allowed to come all day despite everything. The day hadn't made her horny specifically but...what's a girl to do? Later, she would realise that they wanted that. They knew she wouldn't be able to resist. She even lay on top of the quilt - they'd made her room so hot.

At last, she could wait no longer. No longer could she resist. Her hands roamed everywhere, caressing her body. Her tits, her pussy. She thought about her boyfriend fucking her. Fucking her so hard. She came over and over. But the guilt was still there. She was sticky with sweat and tears, but she could not stop herself. When she pictured her boyfriends cock, sucking it and feeling it pounding her pussy, she thought of Tom, the old man's cock. So big and hard, throbbing in her mouth. It dwarfed her boyfriend's, and in her mind it filled her pussy and made her scream like a whore. Lying on the bed, fucking herself desperately, it took all of her willpower not to do exactly that. Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks as she fucked her pussy with her fingers, and came wildly again and again.

The microphones caught each and every groan, each and every scream of uncontrollable passion as she brought herself to three orgasms in a row. The microphones caught this, as well as every sob of despair and humiliation.

———

Tom snapped the laptop shut as his youngest son entered the room.

"Jamie!" he said. "You startled me."

"Father. Tomorrow I want to see her. I want to...do things to her. Give me some time with her father, please."

Jamie was 18, and his father's pride and joy. His favourite son. He was frequently in trouble with authorities, but his father's money always protected him. He had been kicked out of several schools, but they always found him another. Tom saw himself in the boy, and admired his ambition; his deviousness. Tom smiled at his son.

"Eager aren't you, my boy."

"I'm 18 now, father. I deserve this. I...I watched you this morning. I watched what you did to her. You can watch me too. I want to...I want to do all sorts of things to her. I want-"

"Settle down, my boy. Don't get carried away. You'll get your chance - tomorrow you'll get it."

They each smiled a thin and wicked smile.

"You'll watch, will you father?"

"Oh, I'll watch. You can count on that."

'But do not interfere."

"It'll be as though I'm not there."

Jamie kissed his father on the cheek and left the room quickly. A smile broke out on Tom's face, and he opened up the laptop in front of him. She was sleeping now. Her breast moved up and down slowly and her whole body was wet with perspiration.

His hand reached down towards the zipper on his trousers as he watched her ass, so smooth and round. One camera was so close; so close and she would never notice. Her beautiful ass was right in front of him in all its splendour. He shot a load of come over the keys on his laptop as he groaned to a close.

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