I get out of the taxi by some company warehouse. It’s almost 3 am and this is the address I had been ordered to go to. Under my long coat I’m wearing a maid’s uniform. Classic. Sir had left it for me together with a note. I take the note out of my pocket to read it again. “You’re going to clean up after a company party tonight. Wear the maid’s uniform and be at the address stated below at 3 am.” Sir had given me the uniform all wrapped up and told me not to open my gift until today. He had assured me that I’d be very happy with his gift for me.
I walk up to the door, there’s light inside. The door is unlocked, so I walk right in. There’s a roller carriage with cleaning utensils right by the door inside and a sign on the wall telling the cleaning staff to continue down the corridor and enter the 3rd door to the right. I take off my coat, grab the carriage and follow the instructions. As I get near the door, I can hear voices from inside. Male voices laughing. I give the door a vague knock before opening. I have three pairs of eyes looking at me. “Excuse me, I’m here to clean up.” One of the men just nods at me and gestures for me to come in. I look around, it’s clear there’s been a party. The number of bottles and glasses on the tables tells me there has been a lot more people here, but now there’s just the three of them left. I start clearing the tables of bottles and glasses, the men keep talking and laughing without really acknowledging my presence.
I go back to the carriage to get something to wipe the tables with. That’s when I realize I didn’t bring any water with me. “Aww, look at that little confused girl, she didn’t bring any water for cleaning,” I hear one of the men saying. “Are you too stupid to know how to clean or something?” one of the others says. “I’m sorry, Mister.” I say as I feel my face getting warm from embarrassment. “Come on, guys, you’re making the poor girl blush,” the third one says. “Come over here, girl, I’ll help you,” he continues. I look over at him. He’s younger than the others, maybe around 25. I hesitantly approach him. “I don’t have all day.” His low-pitched voice suddenly sounds stern. I hurry over to him and stand myself in front of him. I feel shy. His hazel eyes look me up and down, he smells like beer and sweat. He’s in a button up white shirt and dark grey suit pants. I notice he is opening his belt. “I have something for you to clean. You won’t need to get water for it. Only saliva. Get down on your knees.”
His voice is compelling, I immediately get on my knees and open wide with my tongue out. “She may be stupid, but at least she’s obedient,” one of the others says. “And look at how she presents herself now. Like a little slut, opening wide like that,” another one says, “we’re certainly going to have our fun with her.” The young Mister pulls out his cock. “You’re fucking ridiculous,” he says as he grabs a fistful of my hair and directs my head to his cock. I reluctantly take the head in my mouth. His cock is maybe somewhere between 7 and 8 inches and he doesn’t seem like someone who wants to be gentle with me.
I lick the head, but it’s not long before he pulls me off his cock by my hair. He forces me to look up at him as he leans forward, his face close to mine. “Slut. You’re going to make it very hard for yourself to throat my cock with that attitude. Needs. More. Spit.” He shoves my head back down and I hear the others laughing.
I move my head up and down on his cock, taking it a little further in each time as I spread my saliva on it. “Why isn’t my cock in your throat yet? Take all of it.” I take it in as far as I can, but I’m just not able to throat it. “Do you want me to force it, huh? Take it like a good slut.” I try very hard to take all of it, but I just can’t. I see him gesture to one of the others. Almost immediately I feel a hand on the back of my head roughly pushing me onto the cock. It makes me gag really hard and I try to pull away, but the hand keeps me in place. “You don’t fucking pull away from me, understand?” I look up at him whimpering with his cock in my mouth. “This pathetic slut can’t even suck a cock properly.” I hear the guy behind me laughing as he starts controlling my head as if my mouth was a fleshlight.
“Enough of this pathetic attempt,” the young one says. The other guy grabs me by my arm and forcefully makes me stand up. He pulls my skirt up to reveal my ass and bends me over the table. “No panties, you little whore!” he says as he starts slapping my ass. At first, they’re just light slaps. Then he starts hitting harder and every slap makes me whimper and squirm. After one particularly hard slap he starts caressing my ass cheeks, almost carefully. Then another very hard slap, then caressing. And again. And again. “How do you like getting punished like a little schoolgirl?” he asks. “I thank Mister for his kind efforts to discipline me. I’m sorry I’m so pathetic, I’m undeserving of your attention.” I say in between slaps. The men start laughing. “Good girl. I like the sound of that.”
He starts fondling my ass cheeks and spreading them apart. “Maybe her other holes are more pleasing,” he says as I feel his hand between my legs. “I’ll gladly help inspect them,” the last one says. “Hold your ass cheeks spread apart for us, slut,” the first one says. I obediently reach back and pull them apart. I hope I can please them this time. “Wow, she’s so wet, her pussy is drooling.” “Oh, you dirty slut. Getting degraded and humiliated really gets you off, doesn’t it? Are you really that pathetic?” He pushes two fingers inside me. “Yes, Mister, thank you.”
He pushes in another finger and starts rubbing my clit with his other hand. “Let’s see how much we can stretch her.” I suddenly have a third hand shoved into my mouth, he’s sticking his fingers in pretty far and I gag. “Yes, good girl, you’ll want my fingers covered in saliva.” I understand that it’s for my own good and make sure to salivate as much as possible as he fingers my mouth. The work on my clit is beginning to feel really good and I start moaning with pleasure.
“Oh, she is loving this. Does the slut want to cum?” the one in my pussy asks. It’s very difficult to speak with a hand in my mouth, but I manage to make them understand me saying, “Yes, Mister, please let me cum.” “No. You’re not allowed to cum.” Surprisingly this voice isn’t that of one of the men working on me. It’s the young one. I do my best to clear my head, remove my mind from the physical pleasure. I hear an evil grin as the hand on my clit starts rubbing more eagerly. He enters my pussy with one more finger. The other one lets go of my mouth and I feel his wet fingers circling my asshole.
It’s getting difficult to hold back and my own moaning and whimpering is turning me on even more. “Don’t you fucking cum!” the young one says. “Please, Mister, I can’t hold back much longer, please let me cum,” I moan. “Absolutely not.” Just as he says that I feel a thumb enter my asshole. It sends me right into orgasmic ecstasy. Just as I cum, the young one forces his cock as far into my mouth as possible. I cum as I gag on his cock. “What the fuck did I just tell you?” he says, as his hand collides with my cheek. He pulls out his cock and I gasp for air. “Answer me!” Another hard slap to my face. “Mister told me I wasn’t allowed to cum,” I whimper. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do it.”
“I’m sorry isn’t going to cut it. You obey me or you face the consequences.” I whimper and I feel tears forming in the corner of my eyes. “Flip her over,” he tells his mates. They turn me over so I’m now lying on my back across the table. He rips my dress down to expose my tits. They fall slightly to each side. He takes a look at them, raises one eyebrow and just says, “decent.” I immediately feel two hands grabbing my tits from behind me as one of the others lean in slightly right above my face. His hands are big, he’s squeezing hard. “Mister, you’re hurting me,” I say to him. “Good. It’s what you deserve, you pathetic slut,” he says and just squeezes harder.
The young one puts a hand on each of my knees and forces my legs open. A sudden hard slap to my pussy. I instinctively close my legs from the pain. “No. Keep your legs spread, it shouldn’t be a problem for a filthy slut like you,” he says. I hesitantly spread my legs to the same position as before. He slaps my pussy again, this time a little lighter. I don’t flinch. “Good girl, keep that up.” He then proceeds to line his cock up with my asshole. I feel my hole stretch as he slowly pushes in the head of his cock. “Ah, please be gentle with me, Mister,” I beg. For a short moment he looks almost amused. Then he thrust the entirety of his cock right into me. The intense mix of pleasure and pain makes me not know whether to moan or to scream, which makes me let out a weird mix. “Oh, you like that, huh?” he asks as he then slaps my pussy hard. Again, I instinctively close my legs. “Keep her legs spread,” he says to the one who isn’t handling my tits.
My legs are being held out to each side; my tits are roughly handled. The young one pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts hard into me, all the way. Then a hard slap on my pussy. Hard thrust. Slap. Hard thrust. I moan with every thrust, whimper with every slap. The pain from slapping is getting more and more intense. “Please stop slapping me, Mister, it’s so painful,” I moan. “Good,” he says and then proceeds to slap me even harder. “Nooo, I can’t take anymore! Please, Mister,” I cry. He stops slapping me. “That’s what you get for disobeying me, worthless slut.” He grabs my hips and fucks me hard and fast. I can sense that he’s about to cum. “Please let me receive your load, Mister,” I beg. He pulls out and finishes all over my tits. I smear it around on my tits and taste it off my fingers. He smirks as he watches me do it. “Such a little cumslut.”
The three of them leave me there. I curl up still on the table. 10 seconds later I hear the door open. I look up. It’s Sir. He comes over to me. “Sir was here all along?” I ask. “Yes, I was watching you the whole time. My slut knows I care about her well-being,” he responds and points to the surveillance cameras. “Thank you so much, Sir. This was the perfect gift,” I say with a faint, tired smile. He helps me up, so he can take me home and take care of me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hmcpi8/full_service_cleaning_maid