She was more than a little nervous when she knocked on his door. She knew what she was getting into – they had discussed it at length – but being there, knowing that it was really about to happen, made her knees weak. And it made her pussy wet.
The door opened, and he showed her in. There was clearly work to be done – dirty floor, laundry strewn about, the sink full of dishes. And there was a French maid costume hanging over the back of the couch.
“Are you ready to get to work?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s a good girl. Go ahead and strip down for me and put on your uniform.”
She did as she was told and stripped completely naked for him. And he watched. Sliding down her panties, she saw how obvious the wet spot was, and hoped he didn’t notice.
The maid costume was very small, the skirt barely covering her ass, her tits struggling to keep from popping out of her top. The black stockings went a couple inches above her knees, and the heels were high enough to make walking a challenge. “Cleaning in this is going to be tricky,” she thought to herself. “But the lack of panties will make it so easy for him to fuck me.” She could feel her wetness dripping down her leg.
“Start with the dishes,” he told her, and gave her ass a firm slap to send her to the sink. She could still feel her cheeks tingling when she started cleaning. She was so turned on, she could barely focus on the task at hand. She was his slave now. Any service he needed from her, she would provide. He would order, she would obey. That thought kept repeating through her head, and she suddenly became very aware of how warm she was, and how much her pussy was dripping. There was going to be a puddle on the floor by the time she was done.
She heard him walk up behind her, presumably to check on her work. Time to focus, make sure those dishes are getting properly cleaned, be a good slave for Master. He got right behind her, pressing his bulge against her ass, looking over her shoulder at her hands working in the sink. Without warning, he grabbed her roughly by the hair, and she felt the knife at her throat.
In the back of her mind, she knew it was just a butter knife. When they planned out this day, she told him that she wanted a rape role-play, so a part of her knew she wasn’t in any real danger. But a much larger part of her felt the pain in her scalp from his grip in her hair, and the thin, cold metal pressed against her neck; that part of her told her she was about to be raped.
“Make a sound and you’re fucking dead.” He pushed her head down, bending her over the sink, and used his foot to kick her legs apart. He let go of her hair, and with the knife still pressed against her neck, he pulled out his cock and violently slammed it into her soaking wet pussy. She wanted to scream, but knew if she did, that there would be consequences. His hand went back to her hair, and he pushed her face down so hard into the sink, and he fucked her with so much force, that her feet lifted off the ground with every thrust.
She was scared. She was in pain. And she was more turned on that she could ever remember being. It wasn’t long before she felt her orgasm building, but before she could cum, he gave one final thrust, pulled back on her hair as hard as he could, and erupted deep inside her.
He let go of her hair, and dropped the knife into the sink. Yep, just a butter knife. He pulled out of her, and she could feel his cum start to drip down her leg. He gave her a playful smack on the ass, and like nothing happened, casually gave her her next assignment. “When you’re done with the dishes, I’ll need you to clean the floor. Looks like there’s a bit of a mess down here.”
He walked to the couch and she heard the television turn on. She was a cleaning slave again. She went back to her work on the dishes, deciding to leave the butter knife for last. She wanted to look at it as long as she could, keeping the memory of what just happened active in her mind while she did her chores. When only the knife was left, she cleaned it very slowly, very deliberately, and pressed it against her neck one last time, sending shivers down her spine.
There was no mop for the floor, so she took a dish cloth and dropped to her hands and knees, dutifully cleaning the mess of cum and wetness that had dripped from her pussy. In this position, her ass was completely exposed, and she could feel the cool air on her hot, throbbing pussy. When she was done, she stayed on her knees and asked him for her next assignment.
“Get all these clothes into a hamper. My friends will be here soon, I want a tidy house for my guests.” His friends. She knew what that meant. Soon she’d be done with her household chores, and there would be only one thing left she could offer to please her master. Three things, really – her mouth, her pussy, and her asshole. She knew she was going to put all three to good use very soon, and just the thought of it made her feel like she was going to cum right there.
She gathered up the clothes on the floor and the furniture, returned from the hamper, and presented herself in front of him. “All done, Sir.” He took off his shirt and threw it onto the floor. “That’s dirty too, pick it up and put it away.” She turned her back to him and bent over slowly, giving him a perfect view of her perfect ass, and tight young pussy. She deposited the shirt in the hamper and returned, presenting herself again. “These pants are dirty too, be a good girl and take them off me.” She bent down and opened his pants, and he lifted his ass off the couch so she could get them off. When she returned again, she knew what he’d say next. “Now the boxers, slave. Get on your knees and take them off slowly.”
Now she was on her knees, her face inches away from his cock. “Open your mouth.” He put his hands on either side of her head, and slowly lowered her face down onto him until his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but he held her head down while she gasped for air. He let her up for just a moment, then forcefully pushed her down again, this time hitting her throat so hard she was sure it would leave a bruise. After a few seconds, he stood up, his hands still on her head, his cock still deep in her throat. He held her head in place, and started aggressively face-fucking her.
She really needed this. She’d always dreamt about having all of her fantasies fulfilled at once. Right here, on her knees, dressed up as a sexy maid, her pussy still dripping cum and her mouth being used as nothing more than a fuck hole, she had nearly forgotten than there was another part to her fantasy; she shivered with excitement when the knock at the door triggered her memory.
“Come on in guys, door’s open.” He didn’t even stop fucking her face. She heard the door open, and two voices expressed their excitement at what they were seeing. “Oh, nice, bro!” “Damn, this one’s sexy as FUCK!”
“I know, right?” He was still fucking her face. “Have a seat, boys, make yourselves comfortable.” Apparently ‘comfortable’, to these guys, meant cocks out, because they quickly dropped their pants and sat down on the couch. He pulled his cock out of her mouth for the first time in what felt like hours – though it was probably only a few minutes – and he looked her in the eyes, telling her, “Be a good girl and help these guys out.”
She shuffled into position, smiling up at her new friends. She grabbed each of their cocks, one in each hand, and started sucking, alternating between them. The guy on her left was aggressive, and kept forcing her head down, making her gag each time. The one on her right was more passive, letting her pleasure him at her own pace. She felt like such a dirty whore. “Yo,” the guy on the left to his buddy, “DP?”
“Haha, fuck yeah. Dibs on the pussy.”
The aggressive one grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her feet, his buddy slid down in his seat so she could mount him, and still bend over enough to give proper access to her asshole. She got in position, and slowly lowered herself down onto his cock. The other one stood behind her, and she felt him spread her cheeks and press the tip of his cock against her asshole. The mixture of her wetness and her masters cum had been dripping from her pussy all day, so there was plenty of lubrication – his cock slid in more easily than she expected.
Once he bottomed out in her ass, they gave her a moment to get used to the feeling. One cock in her pussy, another in her ass, she had never felt so filled up. He started pumping in her ass, slowly at first, while she rubbed her clit against the cock in her pussy. After all the edging she’d suffered that day, the rush of sensations finally put her over the top and she had her first orgasm of the day. Her ass and pussy squeezed around their cocks, and it only made them both pump harder. Instead of subsiding, her orgasm intensified, sending wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy through her whole body.
In all the excitement, she hadn’t noticed that her master had left to the back room, and returned now with a bag, which he dumped onto the couch next to them. Restraints, four of them, and a ball gag.
They guys let her up, and she eagerly grabbed the ball gag and attached it to her head. This was her favorite. She offered her wrists, and her master attached the restraints. The other guys took her ankles, and attached the other two restraints to them. They had her lie on her back on a small coffee table by the couch. It was the perfect size for her legs to dangle off one end, her head off the other.
Her arms and legs were fastened to the legs of the table, and she was fully immobilized. They could do with her as they pleased, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her master went to the kitchen, and came back with a pair of scissors. He put the cold blade between her tits, and she flashed back to their rape play from earlier in the day. Her pussy was throbbing. He slowly cut her outfit down the middle, leaving her completely naked, except for her stockings, heels, and of course, the ball gag.
Then he pulled out a deck of cards, much to the amusement of his friends. “The game is 500 rummy. Winner each round gets a minute in her pussy; second place gets a minute in her mouth. Loser, I don’t know, squeeze her nipples, I don’t give a fuck. First to 500 gets to cum in her pussy first, losers get sloppy seconds and thirds.” “Bro, that hilarious. Let’s do it.” “Game on.”
While they were playing, they used her naked body as a table. They’d pass the time between their turns fingering her pussy and squeezing her nipples. If someone was upset by a bad run of cards, they’d slap her hard on her belly or her thighs. At the end of each round – before they removed the ball gag, so the second place finisher could get his minute in her mouth – they’d hold her nose closed until she struggled enough to send the cards flying off her body.
She lost track of who was using her and when. In fact, she lost track of just about everything. She wasn’t aware of the game happening around her, just the sensations of fingers inside her, hands all over her, slaps when she least expected them, and every so often the feeling that she was about to suffocate, followed by two cocks using her for a minute at a time. She barely even remembered who she was, she was just a fuck toy, a sex slave to be used for the pleasure of men.
She started coming back to her senses when she heard a brief celebration, and felt her pussy getting fucked without the usual suffocation. Someone had won, and she was the prize. After a few minutes, she heard a grunt, and felt the familiar feeling of cum shooting inside her. That cock was replaced with another, and a few minutes and another grunt later, another. They were all getting their final fuck in, filling her pussy up with their cum. One final load and they were done.
She heard them dress, and then she heard the door open and close. They had left her there. How long would she stay there? Naked, gagged, tied to the table, full of three men’s cum. Had she made a terrible mistake? Were they just going to leave her there like that? What if they sent someone she knew to find her there, how would she explain it?
She was only alone a few minutes, but it felt like much longer. Her master came in and untied her, and handed her her clothes. Apparently he was just seeing his friends out and having a smoke. He thought it would be fun to leave her there waiting. “Fuck you,” she thought, but had to admit to herself, “okay, that was a nice touch.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/58ji19/the_french_maid_mf
Well done.
Nice!