*This wealthy family has a new live-in maid and her presence has them all in hot water… This story is fiction.*
JERRY – The new maid was really testing my limits. In the last couple of years, I had finally gotten better at controlling myself… or maybe I was just getting old. Either way, I hadn’t cheated on my wife in a few years. I was content to jerk off to porn instead.
But Natalie woke something up in me that would not be put back to rest. Her tits and her ass and her mouth. So tender and graceful. I was obsessed. I couldn’t think about anything else but getting my dick inside her.
At first, I tried to avoid her as much as I could and I managed to steer clear while she did the laundry or scrubbed the floors. But when she served us dinner every night, I always had to eat with a raging boner. After a few weeks, I had still somehow managed to not cross any lines but my desperation grew to a fever pitch, and my boner completely took over my life. I was literally sick with lust – sleep deprived from staying up late jerking off, nauseous with shame, exhausted from constantly controlling my urges. I thought I was stuck in this hell forever.
One night I was up in my office enjoying a cigar after dinner, looking out over my property, watching the grounds slowly go dark. That’s when I saw her. My office looked out over the back of the house, and I could see right into the guest quarters. Natalie’s bedroom window was open, there she was sitting on her bed, with her back to me, looking in the mirror, taking off her earrings. There was one moment where I considered looking away and closing the curtains, but all the blood rushed to my dick and all good sense went straight out the window.
I got closer and eagerly watched as she took her hair out of her bun. I leaned in to get a better look, I had never seen her hair down. It was thick, wavy and brown. I grabbed my cock through my pants and took the last puff of my cigar. I wanted her so bad it hurt. She started to take off her shirt, and went into the other room. I waited desperately for her to come back. Soon she came back in a silk robe, and I almost fainted. I had never seen this much of her skin, I was completely overwhelmed.
Breathing fast, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. I stroked myself as she rubbed lotion on her legs, slowly, intentionally, her brown skin gleaming in the low light. I stroked myself faster and quickly busted my nut, squirting jizz all over the window.
Just as I was squeezing out the last drops and coming back to my senses, she turns around and looks up at my window. At first I think surely she can’t see me, but she looks me dead in my eye. And there I am with pants around my ankles, my red cock in my hand, my semen all over the glass. I am completely frozen, horrified and embarrassed. She gives me a little smirk before closing her curtains. My heart sunk and my stomach turn over, she knew I was watching the whole time.
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NANCIE – I could see plain as day that my husband was lusting after the maid. I wasn’t stupid. I’d seen him get like this many times before, any young woman that came around made like this. At first I was disappointed in him, I thought he was done with this phase. And it hurt to watch him drool over her. Not because I missed him looking at me like that, because he had NEVER looked at me like that, even in the beginning. He would go into a trance any time she was around, his eyes glazing over, his breathing shallow. He thought I couldn’t tell, but he was so transparent I could read him like a book. It was embarrassing.
I hated it, but Natalie was doing such an amazing job, I had no reason to fire her. She cooked delicious, fresh dinners every night. She kept the house spotless and all of our clothes clean. She even picked up my son from football practice when I had to work late. All with a genuine smile. I really couldn’t complain. It’s not like she was purposefully provoking him, the poor girl was just born looking like a life-sized barbie doll. It wasn’t her fault he was a disgusting old man. I started to feel more embarrassed than envious, seeing how pathetic he must look from her perspective.
After a few weeks, my husband’s compulsive lust was growing worse. I was humiliated by his behavior, but I couldn’t really blame him either. She was a vision of beauty. I’d watch her cleaning sometimes, hypnotized by her graceful movements. I’d find myself staring at her too, admiring every little detail. I caught myself several times letting my eyes wander to the soft skin of her neck and cleavage. I realized it wasn’t my husband’s fault she was so good looking. I even started to feel sorry for him, I could tell he was trying so hard not to do anything in appropriate.
One day I was looking for something and I went into the bathroom in the guest quarters, where Natalie was staying. Her silk robe was hanging behind the door. I stopped to admire it, gently touching the exquisite fabric. I wondered what she looked like wearing only the robe. I couldn’t resist fantasizing about her wearing it, I bet she looked amazing. I took the robe off the hook, bringing it to my nose and slowly breathing in her scent – vanilla and roses. A shudder raced across my back – underneath the sweetness, the scent was powerful, intoxicating.
As I hung it back up, a pair of lace panties fell out onto the bathroom floor. I paused, hesitant to touch something so private. But I couldn’t leave it there, so I picked them up, fully intending to put it back on the hook. But it was wet. Not wet with water, but slippery. It was her pussy juice, and it was on my fingers. She must have just taken these off. For a split second I was horrified, but any mental protest quickly melted away as my pussy started throbbing. I hadn’t been this turned on in years.
On a reckless impulse, I put the panties in my pocket and snuck back to my room, my heart pounding. I locked myself in the bathroom and smothered my nose and mouth the black lace, breathing in her scent again, inhaling her like I was suffocating and she was air. I was shaking with desire. I slide my hand into my panties, they were completely soaked. Then I tasted her juices, cautiously at first, licking her panties. I don’t know what I was thinking, I completely lost control. She was sweet and pungent, her taste filled me up with a rush of heat. I put her panties in my mouth, and started rubbing my engorged clit. I came fast and hard, Natalie’s taste filling my mouth.I came again and again, sucking the fabric clean.
I hid the panties in my drawer and got them into the washing machine with her load of darks, without her seeing.
I was embarrassed about what I had done, I kept telling myself it was a one time lapse of good judgement. I was just deprived and frustrated and she was gorgeous. I tried to pretend like nothing happened, but I couldn’t stop the flush from rising in my cheeks when I saw her the next day at breakfast.
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BRANDON – I was so taken with Natalie, those first few weeks were a blur. All I remember was stuttering and stammering to find words in her presence, and suddenly loosing all interest in anything else. Literally nothing mattered to me, not sports or college or grades or girls. Everything else faded away as my desire for her took over. All I wanted to do was please her.
I stopped calling all my friends, everyone was wondering what happened to me. I didn’t care. It didn’t take much for me to ditch them. Literally everyone in my life I used for personal gain and tossed them aside when they no longer served me. I only kept my girlfriend Mandy around because she was from one of the wealthiest families at the school, so I knew she wasn’t with me for the money. Plus she was cute and she sucked me off whenever I wanted. I cheated on her with all of the hot freshman girls, and I used them to just get my nut off. I loved raw fucking and ditching on the innocent little ones, just because it was easy. All of my guy friends were also working toward a common goal – getting as much pussy as we possibly could. Either we were allies or enemies or sometimes both.
In my new found obsession, I studied Natalie’s every move. I noticed the way she made her coffee and her tea, the things that made her smile, the way she did her nails differently each Sunday. I was so taken by her that I didn’t even want to jerk off. It felt like a complete waste. It was pointless if it didn’t make her happy.
So I started slowly working up the courage to show her that I cared. First I got up before her and made her coffee just the way she liked it. I left it on the counter with a note that said “Thank you Natalie” and waited at the top of the stairs like a kid, until she came into the kitchen. I watched her from the shadows, her mouth curling into a smile as she read the note. She sipped the coffee casually and my stomach was in a knot. When she tasted the cinnamon I had put in with the milk and sugar, her glowing smile spread across her face. I had succeeded in doing something that pleased her.
I had literally never experienced this feeling before – making someone else feel good made me feel good. For the first time. Ever. Watching her drink that coffee, my dick was rock solid but I didn’t even care. I felt a new sense of belonging in the world, like I suddenly mattered. That’s when I knew I had found my life’s purpose. To serve Natalie.
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KAT – That first weekend, I watched my dad and brother drool over Natalie like fools, my dad creeping on her like a pervert, and Brandon following her around like a puppy. I would have been disgusted by the whole show, but I saw something in Natalie I had never witnessed before and it fascinated me – she joyfully continued about her business as if nothing. She definitely noticed their attention, for sure. But it didn’t seem to faze her at all. I was floored.
Men’s attention had always made me so uncomfortable. I would shrink under their gaze, cower from their lustful eyes. But not Natalie – she shined bright, no matter who was looking. It’s not that she was flaunting herself, like all the slutty girls did. She wasn’t taunting or teasing them, working herself into a pretzel to attract attention. She didn’t hide. She let herself be herself, and she was beautiful. It blew my mind. I didn’t even know it was possible to exist as a woman with this kind of freedom. I was completely mesmerized.
Whatever magic she had, I knew I needed it. But my admiration was tainted with jealousy, I couldn’t see past my own status as one of the pretty girls. I had these perky little tits and a nice bubble butt and a classic girl-next-door face with blue eyes and blond hair. So being “out-shined” was not a familiar feeling, usually all eyes were on me. But Natalie completely threw everything off.
I went back to the dorms and tried to forget the whole thing. But Natalie’s presence had already planted seeds in my mind, and they were growing fast. I’d think about her when interacting with men. I’d imagine I was her, I’d hold my head up high. Just thinking about her allowed me to relax into my body and stay grounded. Even in our few interactions, she had already shown me how to exist fully present when under the lecherous gaze of a man.
Then I started thinking about Natalie when we were fucking. At first it was just flashes of her skin, her lips, her hair. Then I was seeing her there in the room with us. At moments I was Natalie, at moments it was Natalie fucking me in place of Shane, and at other moments, she was writhing next to us in the bed.
One day after we fucked, Shane asked me “What’s up with you these days??” He was out of breath, surprised and delighted. I suddenly got self conscious. Was it that obvious? Natalie’s affect on me? I tried to play it off, but he could tell I wasn’t being all the way truthful.
A few weeks later we went home for a long weekend. Shane always loves visiting my parents with me, we always have a good time out in the city and messing around in the hot tub. But this time I was nervous, I couldn’t wait to see Natalie, and I couldn’t stop worrying about Shane meeting her, I knew I couldn’t stop him from seeing what I saw. When we got there, Natalie was nowhere to be seen, but I could smell her cooking. After we greeted everyone, we sat down for dinner and she came into the room. A hush crept over everyone, as she placed the food on the table. My stomach filled with butterflies as I watched Shane try not to stare at her. She leaned over next to him and he turned pink. I was burning with jealousy and with something else. I was wet.
After dinner, Shane and I went straight up to my room. As soon as the door closed, he hungrily undressed me and threw me onto the bed, unzipping his jeans and pulling out a massive boner. There was a wild twinkle in his eye and I knew he was hard for her. Without hesitating, he plunged his rock hard dick into me. My pussy was slippery and hot, and his dick felt thicker and stronger than it ever had. As he thrust into me deeper and deep, all I could think about was Natalie. And I knew he was thinking about her too. He fucked me fast and came hard, filling me up with a huge load. My body was in a war of pleasure and jealousy.
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