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An Adult story about the maid's duties
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French maid made 2 of 2
As she felt the first tiny waves of an oncoming orgasm, she
quickly polished the last of the crystals, relieved that she
wouldn't have to maintain her balance on a ladder while coming.
Besides, despite his skill, and the pleasure she felt in his
touch, she was still upset with his callous behavior. There was
no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of bringing her
to climax.
As she descended the ladder, Wadsworth spoke. "Good job, the
chandelier looks much better." He paused, then continued. "Ahhh
Suzette. It appears you've done it again. It appears you are a
slow learner." The false concern in his voice almost drowned the
note of eagerness that Suzette thought she detected. With a sigh,
she turned to look at Ramone.
Indeed, he was certainly erect, the pants were obviously not
designed to conceal much about their owners. Suzette mentally
prepared herself to massage this problem away as Wadsworth called
them both to the chair.
"Well, you know I expect you to be accountable for your
actions. I will not tolerate a tease in this house. Get it out."
With only a mental shrug, Suzette reached over and quickly
removed the man's bulging penis from his pants. One of the medium
sized ones, she noted to herself as she completed her required
inspection. Dutifully, she grasped it and began delivering quick
strokes, hoping he would cum quickly.
"No. Obviously you didn't learn your lesson and we must find
a better way to resolve both his problem and your weakness for
flirting. Take him in your mouth."
Her jaw dropped, ready to protest, until she saw the steely
glint in Wadsworth's eyes. Submissively, she dropped to her knees
and began to give the smug man a blowjob. Although she felt
compelled to do so, she told herself that she would perform only
the most workman-like service possible, hopefully bringing him
off rapidly. With this in mind, she began bobbing her head in
earnest, sucking as hard as she could.
After long minutes, he seemed totally unaffected, if still
rock hard. Determined, she kept at it yet his balls continued to
swing freely. Even his occasional grunts and moans of pleasure
seemed no more intense than at the beginning. She began to
realize that she may need to modify her strategy.
Slowing her pace, she let the crimson head of his penis slip
from between her lips and began to run her tongue expertly around
the ring of his glans. As his penis jerked slightly, she realized
that her new strategy has having success. With as sincere a look
of passion as she could muster, she took the tip back into her
mouth and turned her eyes up to meet his. At the same time, she
brushed her nails across the underside of his balls. Immediately
she was rewarded with a series of spasms.
Wrapping her lips tightly around just his velvety head, she
sucked hard as she twirled her tongue over the fevered skin. All
the while looking into his appreciative eyes. Then, she grasped
the base of his cock firmly and began to slowly take him in
deeper to her mouth while sliding her hand upwards.
As her hand became lubricated with her own saliva, she
increased the pace, squeezing his cock firmly while moving her
head in time. As her pace continued to increase, she felt his
cock expand slightly more, her other hand felt his scrotum
tighten. Then his knees buckled slightly, followed by a quick
spasm along the length of his dick.
Almost immediately, she felt the rush of his semen as it
began to flow from the base of his dick. Steeling herself to
swallow the inevitable, she was caught unaware when he quickly
pulled himself back. As her eyes flew open in surprise, she was
greeted with the sight of his dick inches from her face, bobbing
wildly, still in her firm grasp. Almost instantly a huge spray of
his jism splashed against her forehead, almost dead between the
eyes. A second, even larger glob shot onto her cheek.
As her hand continued to milk the remaining cum from his
cock, she brushed the thick cum from her forehead before it
could run down into her eyes. Almost as quickly as she released
his sated cock, it seemed he was gone, leaving her with both
hands covered in his cum.
"Elizabeth." Wadsworth definitely sounded breathless this
time, it wasn't just her imagination. And why not, she'd just
given a world-class blow job inches from him. When Elizabeth
arrived, in seconds as always, Wadsworth instructed her, "Help
Suzette get cleaned up. After lunch she'll be scrubbing the
floors in here."
Upon seeing herself in the mirror in her room, Suzette was
stunned. Her hair contained at least two significant gobs of
Ramone's shot. In addition to the still wet spots on her face,
she had stains where more of the stuff had landed across her
chest, and her hands were still sticky messes. He sure was full
of it, she thought to herself. She figured she'd been relatively
lucky. Although she had given more than a few blow jobs, and was
willing to swallow for the right guy, she'd never developed a
fondness for it, as some of her friends claimed to have. All
things considered, she'd rather have a mess that to have
swallowed that immense load, especially from that jerk.
Then she began laughing at herself. Yeah, right Suzette, you
give him one of your better blow jobs and tell yourself "that'll
teach him." Smiling at herself, she quickly showered and climbed
into a fresh outfit. Lunch was great, even if the other help
seemed to be a little stand-offish. At least Elizabeth seemed to
be her friend. If only she didn't always sound as if Wadsworth
was some kind of omnipotent god.
Somehow, she wasn't totally surprised upon returning to the
den to see yet another man standing ready to assist her. It was
almost with amusement that she noted his fiery red hair. Great,
first a blonde, then a brunette, now a redhead. What's next, a
green-haired punk-rocker. "This is Rudy, he'll help with the
floors."
"Howdy Suzette, I've heard a lot about you," said the rugged
redhead through a haze of freckles and the sly grin that she was
getting to know all too well. His grin disappeared as he caught
the scowl of Wadsworth from across the room. It heartened her a
bit to see that the men were in nearly as much fear of Wadsworth
as she was. Evidently, Wadsworth preferred to keep the game
totally unspoken, and references to her previous experiences, as
well as to whatever awaited her were clearly not welcomed.
Despite misgivings about what would happen, Suzette dropped
to her knees and began scrubbing. It turned out that Rudy's help
was merely to take the scrub brush occasionally and dip it into
the sudsy water for her. As with the others, she was acutely
aware of his stare. He seemed to focus mostly upon her nearly
bare breasts as they swayed below her as she scrubbed. Unlike the
others, she thought herself safe from unwanted groping this time.
Indeed, things seemed to be different, and she even began to
imagine that maybe this was simply a floor scrubbing exercise.
Eventually she finished and floor gleamed.
As she, and her semi-helpful helper rose, Rudy seemed to
stage a slip and fall straight out of a 30's style slap-stick
comedy. She almost laughed, then she caught Wadsworth ever
watchful eye. "Are you all right Rudy?" Again, Wadsworth's concern
almost seemed genuine. "Oh Suzette, and you were doing so well
curbing your impulses, and here you go and leave a dangerous
slick spot on the floor. Whatever does it take to make you
learn?" Suzette had a feeling she was going to find out, and she
dutifully shuffled along with Rudy to their place in front of the
master.
Barely waiting for his command, Suzette reached over and
lowered Rudy's pants to reveal yet another familiar dick. This
one was the thick one, she noted. She also noted that Rudy wasn't
dwelling on his recent fall, from his condition she could tell he
was thinking about her punishment.
Absently, Wadsworth commanded her into the chair facing his.
Patiently, he instructed her in the position she was to assume.
Her knees were on the cushions while her ankles rested on one
padded armrest. She rested her arms on the other arm rest. It
didn't take any imagination on Suzette's part to see that in this
position, her barely-covered little ass was almost at the perfect
height, and in perfectly in Wadsworth's field of vision.
Rudy moved behind her, out of her line of sight. She wasn't
sure what to expect, so she felt herself tensing. She didn't have
long to wait, she felt first one, then the other of Rudy's hands
begin caressing her thighs. Quickly he began to rub across the
sheer fabric of her panties. As she felt herself once again
becoming wet, she felt her minimalist panties pulled down. Even
as she wiggled to allow them to be pulled over her knees and
ankles, she was extremely conscious of the view she must be
presenting to both men.
She was bemused to note that after only a few days, she'd
almost entirely lost her inhibitions against displaying herself,
she realized that she actually relished the effect she was surely
having on both of them. Of course, she told herself, I would
never do this if I wasn't forced. That bit of rationalization
seemed to calm her and allow her to become even hotter, as she
unnecessarily readjusted her position, not coincidentally causing
her lovely behind to move provocatively.
Although she was certainly hot and wet enough, Rudy didn't
immediately take her as she'd expected. Instead, his hands
returned to their caresses. Briefly, she thought that she'd
underrated Rudy's sensitivity, but then realized that his acts
were almost certainly being scripted by Wadsworth. As Rudy gently
spread her wet vagina, Suzette realized that indeed, he was
definitely making sure that Wadsworth had a perfect view.
Combined with the thrill of her newly released exhibitionist
tendencies, Rudy's expert ministrations were having a powerful
and dramatic effect.
Suzette began rocking in time to the stroking of his
fingers. A gasp of pleasure welled out of her throat as he slid
one finger smoothly inside her while another moved up to press
against her now rigid clitoris. Just as she was beginning to
drift into the gentle climb to orgasm, his hands moved away only
to be replaced a moment later by the blunt pressure of his dick
head at the opening of her sopping pussy. Belatedly, she recalled
the awesome thickness of both the model and the reality.
Instinctively, she rocked forward, relieving the pressure of his
dick momentarily.
Rudy seemed prepared however, as his hands moved to the
outsides of her upper thighs and smoothly pulled her back until
she felt herself parting. It seemed that she might not ever stop
opening wider and wider as he slowly moved into her. Finally, she
felt his immense head fully enter her. More rapidly now, she
could feel his thick cock stretching her deeper and deeper
inside.
As he began pummeling her at a steady pace, Suzette chanced
a glance towards her voyeuristic captor. His eyes were bright
from excitement as he didn't even bother pretending with the
book. His gaze was focused upon the cock so wetly pounding into
her that she maintained her glance. Although initially, his
intensity added to her own, it didn't take her long to notice
that despite his obvious interest his loose fitting trousers
lacked the tell-tale tent pole effect.
Briefly, she felt almost drowned in a feeling of failure.
She hadn't even made him hard. Then almost as quickly, perhaps as
much due to the pounding dick inside her as to her own
resilience, she determined to put on a show that would certainly
give him a hard-on.
Maybe her first moan was calculated, but it certainly wasn't
forced. The second moan and the increased thrusting of her hips
were unavoidable. She felt her back arch as once again she forced
herself back hard onto Rudy's prick. He began to answer with
increasingly savage thrusts. The loud squishing sound of his cock
ramming into her soaking wet pussy were practically drowned out
by the pounding in her chest and the almost constant grunts and
growls being torn from the bellies of both her and Rudy as they
approached and passed the beginnings of orgasm.
She felt Rudy falter slightly, then spasm. As his pace
slowly diminished, she could feel the warm mixture of their
juices seeping out of her and down her legs. Quickly she took
another peek at Wadsworth. Perhaps there was some action there,
but if so, Suzette decided that it was still a failure, he
obviously was nowhere near erect. Almost simultaneously, she felt
Rudy disengage. By the time she'd uncoiled from her position on
the chair, Rudy was gone.
As before, Elizabeth appeared and helped guide her back to
her room. Once they'd entered the room, Elizabeth turned to
leave, but Suzette beckoned her to stay. "Elizabeth, why does
Wadsworth do this? I watched him today, and he didn't even get an
erection. Do you think I'm doing something wrong, or maybe he
thinks I'm disgusting?"
Elizabeth blushed deeply and seemed extremely agitated, but
because she'd become her friend, she felt compelled to at least
allay Suzette's fears. "Oh no! I'm certain he doesn't think
you're disgusting." Then in a whisper, "The master has a problem
and cannot get one." Even saying "one" rather than a boner seemed
to be too much for the ultra-shy maid. "I've gotta go, she
mumbled as she scurried from the room.
That night, as Suzette lay on the bed after performing her
required (and enjoyed) session with her new favorite dildo, she
pondered upon Wadsworth's impotence. She'd heard that often it
was caused by physical problems and that despite a desperate
desire, the men remained incapable. She imagined what it must be
like to have the urge and have absolutely no means to satisfy it.
She fell asleep with a better understanding of why her job seemed
so bizarre.
Over the next few days Suzette was "assisted" in her duties
by the others in the crew. Once, she'd even had two helpers. On
that occasion, she'd sneaked peeks repeated at Wadsworth while
she gave one of the medium-sized men a blow job and took the
extremely long man in her pussy. She hadn't even had to feign
excitement that time. Still, the bulge in Wadsworth's lap seemed
to maybe expand a bit, but she wasn't even certain of that.
The next day she was surprised to be assigned to work along
with Lance again. She wasn't displeased, but she'd expected one
more new helper. Until now, she'd accounted for each of the
dildos in her drawer, except for the one she had begun utilizing
regularly. She buried her disappointment and concentrated on
being as provocative as possible while cleaning, for both
Wadsworth and Lance's sake. Already, she'd begun to take a kind
of pride in her handling of even this bizarre job. She'd always
had a strong work ethic, and here, it was really possible to
throw yourself into the job.
When it came time for her punishment, Wadsworth as always
seemed quite absorbed by her performance, yet as always, part of
him seemed dormant. Later, in her room after she'd performed her
nightly ritual with the mystery dick (rather gingerly, she was a
bit sore from Lance's large member) she wondered who's dick was
the mold for the device under her pillow, and would she ever see
Wadsworth with a hard-on.
The next day was to turn out to be quite eventful. When she
arrived in the study, Ramone was back, as she'd suspected he
would be. It seemed that there was a cycle in effect. Although
she had a curious detachment towards all the crew, she'd formed
impressions of them all. Most were vague impressions, more to do
with their behavior during sex than anything. Of all the men
though, Ramone was her least favorite. Oh well, she thought, no
use dwelling on it, besides, he won't be back for a while. She
set her mind to performing her first job, washing the windows,
with a vengeance.
Ramone was little help, as typical of the helpers. But as
she was straining to reach the upper portion of the huge picture
windows, he offered to help. As he grabbed the squeegee and
stretched to reach the top of the window, she heard a Sharp
crack, followed by a heavy grunt of pain.
Ramone was bent over, a hand rubbing the lower part of his
back. His face was filled with pain. Evidently he'd thrown his
back out. Upon seeing him helped from room, obviously in great
pain, she felt the tiniest twinge of guilt for her initial
reaction; what about the punishment, and who will replace him.
The answer came as soon as Wadsworth returned to the room.
"I've sent for Jeff. He's still pretty new, he only arrived the
day before you. I guess today is the day he joins the crew."
Suddenly Suzette knew who the mold had been taken from, or
at least she'd have bet money. When he arrived she was surprised.
It was if she'd seen him before, he was strangely familiar, like a
character from a dream. When he smiled at her, at first she
didn't know what was missing, then she realized it was the barely
concealed shmirk that all the other men had in common.
Immediately she liked this guy.
When he grabbed the squeegee and began working, she realized
he really was different. "You know, you don't have to do this."
she whispered to him. He know merely smiled and worked harder.
"I feel almost as if I was born to squeegee," he said as he
quickly swiped away a wide swath of moisture from the window.
Indeed, Suzette noticed now that he was a master craftsman with
the wand. Each stroke precisely overlapped the previous one by
exactly the space needed to avoid streaks, yet with no wasted
double coverage.
When he completed the job, the windows seemed to sparkle
like diamonds. Obviously, Wadsworth wouldn't be able to "punish"
her for sloppy work today. She watched Jeff carefully, waiting
for the slightly forced spilling of the window water, the faked
fall, or whatever he'd create as a pretense for her punishment.
Instead, he merely beamed at her. Out of the corner of her eye,
she could see Wadsworth also searching. Finally, he coughed and
said, "Suzette, you are improving greatly, but there is a small
smudge you missed on the left. Only perfection will do you know."
There was a smudge where Ramone had brushed against the
window in his pain. Suzette knew it was merely pretense, and
began walking to the front of the master's chair when Jeff spoke.
"Sir, I'm sorry, that was my fault, I must have touched the
window. Please don't blame Suzette."
Wadsworth frowned, and Suzette stood shocked. Didn't he know
the rules? Why would he stick up for her, especially when she
knew he had not even been close to the smudge in question.
Despite the futility of his gesture, Suzette decided that the guy
definitely was her new favorite.
Wadsworth recovered quickly. "Suzette is ultimately
responsible for the cleanliness of the den. I think both of you
should come over here."
Suzette and Jeff came to stand before the master. He gave
one of his rote sermons on the regrettable need for punishment
then gave the command for Suzette to remove Jeff's penis. As her
hand moved to his pants, she saw understanding flash in his eyes.
He'd heard of this, but evidently hadn't been told that he was
joining the crew today.
Despite the late start, Jeff's dick was nearly fully erect
by the time Suzette released it. As she held it by its base, she
felt it stiffen to an incredible hardness. She looked over, and
gasped. It was the missing dick. Without thought or direction
from Wadsworth, she dropped to her knees and began kissing it
from the dangling balls to the swollen purplish head. Her hands
continued to caress it as she took it into her mouth.
It was if she was possessed as her lips and tongue all but
devoured his pulsating rod. She felt waves of heat spreading from
her center and washing over her breasts and down to her pussy. So
frantic was her lust and so intense her ministrations that
quickly Jeff's balls began to tighten as he rose towards an
orgasm. Feeling this, she still couldn't stop herself, although
she wanted it to continue forever.
Evidently, he felt much the same contradictory pulls, as he
pulled away, literally shuddering with the effort of will it had
required. Suzette was gratified when it became immediately clear
that he Shared her feelings as he literally tore the flimsy bra
and apron from her breasts. His mouth hungrily sucked her hard
aching nipples, sending shocks of electricity through her whole
body.
She had been busy too. She'd somehow removed his pants and
buttonless shirt. Now her hands were eagerly flitting between his
chest and down to his still saliva-slicked cock. Her mouth had
sought his small nipples and kissed and bitten them lightly,
sending him in convulsions. As her hands traveled down to caress
his balls, his hand found its way between her legs.
Time seemed to stop for her. It was if she'd been paralyzed,
she couldn't breath, didn't know how to move, and certainly
couldn't think. She could only experience the feel of his touch.
For hours, or maybe a split second she floated in a world
consisting of nothing but her overheated pussy and the fingers
rubbing it. Then suddenly, the universe returned and the
sensations from all over her body rushed in to pile on top of the
other.
She found herself on her back, eagerly guiding his stiff
cock into herself. As she felt the smooth hardness of his prick
press against her soft opening, she began coming in great
wracking convulsions. When finally she recovered somewhat, she
discovered him deep inside as his strong arms enfolded her,
drawing her impossibly close.
They both luxuriated in the slow, yet incredibly intense
rhythm they'd quite naturally fallen into. As she felt her begin
building towards another mind-shattering orgasm, she twisted
slightly and as a unit, they rolled over so that she was now on
top.
Shifting into another gear, she began to literally throw
herself down onto his hardness, even as he thrust it upward to
meet her. Without warning, she was back to the universe where
only her pussy and now, his cock existed. It was as if other
bodies were providing the motion. She could feel the ripples
beginning deep inside and growing with intensity, matched by the
white-hot pleasure she felt each time his slick cock pressed
against her clit. When she came, she almost lost consciousness,
then began to fear for her sanity as wave after wave of orgasm
racked her body. So tightly was she connected, that she felt his
spasmodic orgasm almost as her own. It was impossible to tell
where she left off and he began.
Slowly she settled back into her mind, and was immediately
panicked. She'd lost all sense of where she was, then she saw
Wadsworth. Then her eyes almost bugged out and her jaw dropped.
He'd unzipped his trousers and was handling his rigid dick,
staring at it with such awe and joy that Suzette almost weeped
for him. She could see tears forming in his eyes as his hands
slowly stroked his long dormant dong.
Her hand reached out and touched the head of his penis
gently. It was less a sexual move, than a gesture to let him know
that she too was happy to see it return to form. He looked up,
and gave a smile. "I never thought I'd see it like this again."
Suzette continued to lightly caress his organ. Only now did
she truly see it. Even Lance's too-large for comfort cock was but
a shadow of the masters. As she fondled it, she struggled to
comprehend the enormous proportions. From its base it seemed to
rise and rise, and where it should have ended, it seemed to begin
again. With Wadsworth sitting in the chair, the head of his
absurd dick was waving just below the level of his chin. Then
Suzette noticed the slight scars, were surgeons had obviously
spliced what must have been portions of multiple dicks.
As if reading her mind, Wadsworth said, "Yes, I went to
Don, the dick doctor. I had more money than I could spend, and
only a medium-sized cock. I bribed the doctor into giving me the
world's longest penis. Oh how I've regretted that day! Now you,
and Jeff have given it back to me. I won't be needing you or the
crew and more, you are free to leave, and of course, you can have
millions of my dollars as a thank-you.
Suzette returned the task of stroking the bizarre skyscraper
of dick to Wadsworth as she arose with her soon to be husband. As
they walked to the door, Suzette called in a voice barely above a
whisper, "Elizabeth."
Materializing almost supernaturally, Elizabeth seemed not to
even see the happy couple. Her eyes were locked on Wadsworth's
tool. "Oh Mr. Wadsworth," she gushed as she literally ran to his
side. Suzette and Jeff watched as shy little Elizabeth quickly
wrapped her lips around the masters tool. As they continued
walking out the hallway, they heard her again, "OH, MR.
WADSWORTH!!!"
The End
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