Maid to Order

Not for the first time, she swished her ass as she walked by him.  It was an ongoing temptation that he could no longer resist. Steve had decided that he was going to teach this little tease a lesson, and have his way with her whether she wanted it or not.  This beautiful cockteaser had been taunting him long enough.  He grabbed her from behind, pushed aside her dark blue blazer, and cupped the soft mounds of her breasts through the thin material of her white blouse.  He smiled to himself as he realized that she wore no bra.  At the same time he was feeling her up he was pressing his already hard cock into the crack of her perfect heart shaped ass.  

“No, no,” she pleaded, trying to pull away, but Steve was much too strong for her.  

“I’m gonna fuck you now wench,” he told her forcefully, “you’ve teased me once too often.”  With one hand, Steve lifted her skirt, and shoved her stocking clad legs apart.  With his other hand, he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of her exposed cunt.  Exposed because she wore no panties, and her stockings were thigh highs.  

“Damn you Steve,” his wife laughed, as Steve pushed his hard prick into her dripping wet snatch, “you’re gonna make me late for my meeting.”

By this time, Steve had bent Terri over the sofa and he was fucking her hard from behind.  “If you didn’t want to fuck before you went to work,” he panted, chuckling; “you shouldn’t have been teasing me all morning.”

She looked back at him over her shoulder.  “It’s your own fault,” Terri giggled breathlessly, “you kept flashing that big beautiful cock at me.  What’s a horny girl supposed to do.  Now shut up and fuck me hard and fast.”

Always happy to oblige a lady, Steve picked up the pace of their fucking.  Terri’s moanings were getting louder and more intense.  He could feel the always-tight grip her pussy held on his cock getting even tighter, a sure sigh of her impending orgasm.

“Fuck me darling,” Terri screamed, “fuck me.  I’m there Steve, I’m cumming.  I love you darling.  Oh God, I’m cumming.”

Her pussy grabbed his cock in a vise-like grip as she came, sending waves of incredible pleasure through both of them; and bringing him to the brink of his own powerful orgasm.  “I’m cumming too, Sweetheart,” he hollered, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming too.”

“No, no,” she protested vehemently, “don’t cum inside of me.”  Obediently, Steve pulled back as she moved forward.  As soon as his cock was out of her, she spun around, quickly dropped to her knees, and took his cock in her mouth.

At the same instant that Steve felt himself enter the warm wetness of her mouth he started to cum.  Spurt after spurt shot into Terri’s mouth, and she eagerly swallowed every drop.  “Terri my love,” Steve intoned, looking down at his wife, who still had his softening dick in her mouth, “you are incredible, but I was more then ready to fill your perfect pussy.”

Terri smiled at Steve as she let his deflated cock slip from her lips. Then, as she stood and smoothed out her clothes she said, “I know darling, but I have an important meeting with Judge Wilson, and didn’t what to have your cum running down my leg.”

“You mean that you’d rather have cum breath,” he chided her.

“No silly,” she laughed, “a breath mint will take care of that.  Besides, I didn’t have any breakfast, and I wanted the protein.  Now let me get out of here, or I will be late for my meeting.”  They kissed quickly, and she ran for the door.   Just as she was leaving, she called back, “don’t forget, the agency is sending a girl over for the maid’s job.  She will be here in about an hour.”  Then she was gone.

Terri was an associate in one the city’s most prestigious law firms.  The only reason that she was not a partner in the firm was because she was only willing to work part time.  As a successful e-business owner Steve also only worked part time now.  This working arrangement gave the randy pair plenty of time to pursue their favorite sport.  Fucking.  

Leaning back against the sofa, Steve thought with pleasure about the woman who had just dashed out of the door.   Even after eight years of marriage he was still madly in love with her.

She was five foot two inches of sexual dynamite, with long flowing blond hair, although when she went to work it was always done up in a severe bun.  Deep blue eyes, as deep as the South Pacific, and as warm as the summer sky.  perfect tits, high and firm, she claimed they were a B-cup, but on the rare occasions that she wore a bra, if it was a B she didn’t fill it well.  Steve didn’t care.  He loved her small size, and her beautiful, silver dollar sized aureoles, and nipples the size of a fingertip.  As far as Steve was concerned, Terri’s face, ass, legs, hell, everything was as near perfect as humanly possible.  

Despite her beauty, and a sexual appetite that complimented his superbly, he knew that it was her soul, her heart that he truly loved.      

Steve decided that there was time for a shower and shave before the girl arrived from the agency, so he headed for the bathroom.  A short time later, he was back in the living room, showered, shaved, blow dried and dressed in shorts and a pull over shirt.  It was straight up nine o’clock when the doorbell rang.

Chapter 2

“Hello,” Steve said as he opened the door.

“Mr. Jenkins?” the young woman seen a little surprised by his relative youth and casual appearance.  

“Yes.”

“The agency sent me,” she continued, “I’m Nina Romana.   I’m here about the maid’s job.”

“Of course,” he responded, “I’ve been expecting you.  Won’t you please come in.”

Nina smiled the kind of smile that melts stone hearts.  “Thank you sir.”

Pointing to the hall closet Steve said, “You can put your jacket in there.  Please be so kind as to leave your shoes here,” he added, showing her a shoe caddie, “we do not allow outside shoes in the house.”

“But sir,” she protested, “I only have this pair with me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he informed her, “by the time you need them, you will have other shoes.  Now follow me please.”

“Yes sir,” Nina replied, still looking a little uncomfortable.

“Stand here please,” Steve ordered, indicating a place near the center of the living room.  “I’m going to be moving around as we talk, but I want you to continue facing in the same direction.  Do you understand?”

Nina swallowed hard, obviously somewhat nervous, “Yes sir, I understand.”

“Good.  You were told, I’m sure,” he began, “that this is a live in job, and that it pays about twice the usual rate for a live in?”  No words this time, just a simple nod of her head; so Steve continued.  “One of the reasons that we pay so well, is that we expect complete obedience from our maid.  How do you fell about that?”

Her eyes were downcast, but a slight smile played across her face as Nina replied, “I take orders very well sir.”

“Excellent,” Steve smiled.  “Now before we continue with the interview, we need to do something about your uniform.”  

“But sir,” she stated, “this is what the agency told me to wear.”  The dress that the agency had given her was ultra conservative.  White lace collar right up to her neck.  The hemline was an inch, maybe two, below her knees, and what was in-between looked more like a potato sack than a dress.  

“I’m sure it is my dear,” he said consolingly, “but it is not acceptable.  Down that hall,” Steve gestured, “first door on the right, is a bathroom.  In there is a new dress for you.  Please go there, change, and come back here as quickly as you can.”

 Steve chuckled quietly to himself as he watched Nina nearly fly down the hall.  This, he thought to himself, is going to be fun.

 Nina was back in record time.  She was trying hard not to look pleased with herself.  Steve wondered if she looked so happy because she got back so fast, or if it was because she liked the new dress that much better.   Had he been able to read her mind, he would have found that is a bit of both.

He walked around her, carefully examining the new outfit.  It had a hemline that stopped just short of mid-thigh, and was tight enough to show that Nina had a terrific ass.  The collar was wide, and the neckline deep.  Her bra, and bra straps were clearly visible in several places.  “Much better,” Steve informed her, “but I see we still have some changes to make.”  

Stepping close, and touching her bra, he said, “We can’t have this thing showing.  Please go remove it at once.”

“But sir, I” she started to protest.

“No buts,” Steve interrupted sternly, “remember what I said about obedience?”

With a quick nod, Nina scurried off to the bathroom again.  This time she returned a little more slowly.  However, Steve could still see the slight jiggle of her small tits as she walked back.

When she was back in place, Steve turned Nina slightly, so that she was facing a decorative mirror only a few feet away.  “If you can see yourself,” he told her, “I’m sure you will better understand what I’m doing.”  

Steve resumed his inspection.  Still standing behind her, Steve ran his fingertips across her now mostly bare shoulders causing shivers to run down her spine.  “See,” he smiled at her reflection in the mirror, “no ugly straps to mar the beauty of your shoulders.  No unsightly bulges back here either.”  He added as his hands traveled down her back.  

Nina was trembling now.  Steve’s gentle caresses and his softly commanding voice were causing the young woman to go weak at the knees.  

Looking in the mirror, Steve could clearly see Nina’s nipples protruding though the material of her dress.  He reached around front and cupped both of Nina’s firm young tits, causing Nina to gasp in surprise, and secret delight.  With a squeeze of her little tits, Steve told Nina, “These perfect little beauties don’t need a bra, so you won’t wear one while you work here.”  With that he released her, stepped back and ordered, “turn and face me please.”

“You are wearing stockings I see,” Steve commented, “stocking and carpet do not go well together.  Sometimes they cause static shocks.  Go remove them at once.”

“Yes sir,” she said.

“Oh, one more thing,” he added, “when we’re alone, you are to call me Master.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” that ghost of a smile he had seen earlier was back, “I’ll go remove my stockings now.”

Nina sped off down the hall, all but tore off her hose, tossed them onto the growing pile of clothes; and ran back to stand in front of her master.

Once again he resumed his inspection.  “You have perfectly lovely legs my dear,” Steve told her, “you really don’t need stockings.  Tell me, were you wearing pantyhose?”

“Yes Master,” was her simple reply.

 “When it is just my wife and I, you will remain barefoot.  When we have guests and you must wear shoes and stockings, the only stockings that will be allowed will be black or tan thighhighs.  Most of the time, you will be allowed to choose the color.  However, from time to time we may pick the color for you.”

While Steve had been talking he had continued to walk around Nina.  He was standing behind her when he finished.  At that point he began to stroke her shapely ass.

Nina sighed quietly at his touch.

“Hmmm, I feel panties. Nina, you are wearing panties, aren't you?”

“Yes Master,” Nina responded, “I always wear panties.  Do you want me to take them off too?  Should I take them off here?” she added hopefully