I’m sitting on the couch, tablet in hand, and reading the news. I’m trying to act casual, but on the inside, I’m feeling pretty anxious. I’m expecting someone at the door and they’re about an hour late already. I’m annoyed by her tardiness, but considering what I’m going to get out of the transaction I’m willing to be patient. There’s a knock at the door, and I practically jump from the couch. I speed walk to the door and, answer it.
Outside the door, there is a young, petite, blond woman waiting for me to answer. She smiles at me trying to be friendly, but she seems a little shy. She’s wearing a tight little miniskirt and a white tank top. She isn’t dressed very professionally, but it doesn’t bother me. She won’t need her clothes soon anyway.
“Hello, my name is Brandy. Sorry that I’m late, I had a hard time finding your house. Did you order a maid?”
“Yes I did, and we expect you to be on time from now on” I answered sternly. She looks a little concerned as if she doesn’t want to upset me. She also pauses at the word “we” as if confused by it, but doesn’t address it.
“I’m very sorry, I’ll get to work right away. May I come in?”
“Yes, please” I answer sternly. I step aside from the door and she walks in past me. I gesture towards the living room, and she walks in without hesitation. Sitting on the coffee table are cleaning supplies, a duster, some Windex, etc. She instinctively reaches for the duster and walks to the mantle. She begins dusting it which immediately irritates me. She pauses, seeing the expression on my face.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, seeming a little worried.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I ask still sounding annoyed. She pauses again as if I’m asking her to do something she doesn’t want to do. “Like the fact that you work for a nude cleaning service?” She stands there fidgeting in place, and reluctant.
“Do I have to clean nude?” she asks, begging me with her eyes. “I’ve been told that I do a good job…I’ll charge less.” She seems as if she hasn’t thought this job through.
“Honey, we already paid online, and I paid good money for nude cleaning service and that’s what I’m going to get.” She pauses at the word “we” again, and this time decides to address it.
“We”? she asks seeming confused.
“Take your clothes off, or I’ll rip them off.” I wasn’t in the mood to explain, and this bitch was already late. She pauses once again but can tell how irritated I am. Slowly she starts to remove her tank top, letting it hit the floor. I’m pleased to find that she’s not wearing a bra. She covers her tits and looks at me embarrassed. “NO! Don’t cover anything! And I said take it all off.”
Reaching for her miniskirt she slowly undoes it as well. Shaking her hips from side to side, she slowly slips out of it throwing it to the side. She goes to cover her tits, instinctively, but stops herself. She stands there, in her panties, nearly naked, and ashamed. Slowly, she slips out of her panties as well and is standing there, completely nude.
After a brief moment, another woman walks into the room.
“I see the new cleaning service is here.” She walks over to her and inspects her up and down. She walks circles around her looking at every inch of her body. “I like this one,” she purrs, still looking lustfully at the new maid.
“I’m sorry; who are you?” Brandy asks a little confused. I step up behind her speaking in her ear to make a point. “That’s my wife, and you’ll speak to her with respect.”
“You let your husband watch nude maids clean your house?” She didn’t take my admonition seriously. I reach out, spanking her on the ass forcefully.
“I said speak to her with respect!” She squeals, surprised by my touch, and turns to face me. My wife walks up behind her whispering in her ear.
“Honey, it was my idea to call you. I love a cute, little blonde…” She turns again and looks her in the eyes, suddenly understanding. “Don’t you have some cleaning to do?”
“I’m very sorry, ma’am.” Nervously she picks up the duster, again, and goes to dust the mantle. Me and my wife both sit on the couch watching her.
She starts to dust the mantle, and the movement forces her body back and forth. She has her back to us, and so the first thing we notice is her ass. It sways back and forth as she moves, and it’s immaculate. It’s thicker and curvier than I originally thought it was going to be when she walked in. I’m liking the view, but I want her in a better position. I glance towards the kitchen and the kitchen table in the center of it. There’s an open doorway leading into the kitchen, and you can see it from the living room. I take a bucket with some cleaning rags inside that’s sitting on the coffee table with the other supplies and throw it at her.
“Fill this with water and soup, and clean under the kitchen table. Do it on all fours.” She pauses but picks up the bucket. She walks into the kitchen to fill the bucket.
“You’re so bad,” my wife whispers in my ear.
“Anything for you, baby.” We start to kiss on the couch, both of us clearly aroused. We hear water running in the kitchen, but we ignore it, still kissing. She comes back after about five minutes and sees us kissing. She looks uncertain and almost uncomfortable. Obeying my instruction, she gets under the table on all fours. She begins to scrub the floor with soap and water. I and my wife hear her and instinctively stop to watch her. Her ass is pointed right at us, and I couldn’t be happier.
I steal a glance at my wife, and she is clearly just as aroused as I am. She stares intently at this other woman’s ass and has a look of lust in her eyes. She sees me watching her and looks back over at me. She looks me in the face for a brief moment before looking down. There’s a distinct bulge in my pants, that isn’t being hid very well by the basketball shorts I’m wearing. She sees it and seems amused by it. Reaching into my pants, she pulls out my hard cock, and begins to stroke it. I take a deep breath at the touch, before looking back at the maid. She looks at her, too, but doesn’t stop touching me. It’s like jacking off to porn, but someone else is doing it for you.
Brandy turns her head and steals a glance at us. She sees my wife stroking my already hard cock, and quickly looks away. She seems a little nervous and decides to try to make a little conversation.
“So ma’am,” she says.
“Call me Charlotte,” my wife responds, cutting her off. “And this is my husband, Brett.”
“Charlotte…” she tries again. “Have you always been…bisexual?” she continues cleaning the floor, but her body seems to tense up from the question.
“What kind of question is that?” my wife answers, seeming annoyed, yet amused by it.
“I’m sorry,” Brandy responds. “I’m not sure what to say.” My wife keeps watching her, seeming less annoyed and more amused. Her hand goes a little faster on my dick, and I can tell she likes where this is going.
“And what about you, honey?” my wife calls. “How long have you been bisexual?” Brandy stops cleaning, looking back at her.
“I’m not bisexual, ma’am…” she responds.
“It’s Charlotte…and that’s not true is it?” her touch on my cock slows, and I can tell she’s excited by the chase.
“I’m straight ma’am…Charlotte…I’m straight.”
“I see the way you look at me, honey. Don’t lie to me.” Her hand stops on my cock, and they both share an intense gaze. My wife is looking deep into her eyes, intimidating her, and exciting her at the same time. “Come here,” she orders sternly.
She pauses again, looking deep into my wife’s eyes. Charlotte’s hand isn’t moving and I know she’s not focused on me. Brandy slowly stands, approaching us. My wife stands to meet her and then kneels. Leaning in, she kisses her pussy softly. Brandy suddenly steps back.
“Charlotte…I’m straight…”
“That’s not true…” my wife is staring at her intensely. “Come here…” Brandy slowly steps towards her, widening her legs a little. Instinctively, my wife begins to kiss her pussy…softly and slowly…then begins to lick. Brandy begins to moan at the touch uncontrollably. She wasn’t expecting all of this. Excited by the noise my wife starts to lick her more intensely. It’s hot, but I’m starting to feel a little left out.
I stand, and walk behind Brandy, getting very close to her. My hands instinctively reach under her arms, and I begin to grope her breasts firmly. She gasps, surprised again at the touch. My fingers pinch her nipples, sending a tingling sensation throughout her body.
“The ad said no touching…” says Brandy, trying to protest. I lean in whispering in her ear.
“No one cares what the ad says.” My wife stands up off the floor, looking her in the face. She wipes a little cum off of her lips before she begins to undress. One item of clothing after another hit the floor, and soon she is fully nude. Not wanting to miss out, I also start to undress, letting my clothes hit the floor. My hands move to Brandy’s ass and I’m groping her shamelessly.
“Me and my husband are going to fuck you now; and the next time you come here, we’ll fuck you again…and again…and again.” My wife is looking her deep in the eyes.
“Yes, ma’am,” she replies. My wife puts her finger on her lips.
“Yes, Mistress,” she replies, correcting her.
“Yes, Mistress…” she replies, completely giving in at this point. I reach out, taking Brandy by the hand, and lead her to the bedroom. My wife playfully spanks her on the ass as she turns away from her. Charlotte laughs, and then Brandy laughs, as they both follow me to the bedroom.
Upon entering the bedroom, I take Brandy and lay her on her back on the bed. My wife straddles her between her legs, holding her in place. I already know what she’s going to do.
“Think of yourself as our personal sex toy,” she says, teasing the maid. Working her way up, she positions herself with Brandy’s mouth on her pussy, before sitting down on her face.
“Yes, Mistress,” she attempts to say. Her words are cut short as my wife pushes her cunt into her mouth.
“Ssh, honey. Just try to relax.” Brandy makes a small squealing noise, before settling in. Her legs are spread wide, and I see an opportunity.
Kneeling on the bed between her legs, I take my hard cock, and tap it on her soft pink pussy. She bucks her hips a little at the touch, anticipating what will happen next. I push myself deep into her, and she squeals again. After a moment she settles again, and I start to thrust. My wife starts to move her hips back and forth, trying to get the most out of our new plaything. I start thrusting and begin to think to myself.
“I’m going to enjoy having this new maid around,” I think. “I’m going to like her a lot”.
