by Amber Drake
Maid for Sex
By Amber Drake
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Amber Drake
http://amber-drake.blogspot
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Vicky is one hot and horny cleaning lady and right now her sights are set on her boss’s hunky sons.
No way are they turning down the chance to fuck the sexy cleaning lady but it’s the final bout of group sex that will really melt your knocking boots.
An Erotic short story
Warning: Several explicit sexual scenes, dirty talk, group sex
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Maid for Sex
I confess I have it bad. My bosses three sons, Greg, John, and Perry are the three most fuckable men I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen my share of fuckable men, believe me.
I’m Vicky and my job is pretty simple, I’m a cleaning lady and I work for several different people through an agency called Maid by the Hour. This, however, is probably my largest, most valuable client. Julie has me in three days a week to do pretty much everything but I don’t see her much as her job keeps her away from early till late.
But back to the boys. They are the three grown sons of my client, Julie, home for the holidays for the next few weeks. And they are smoking!
Greg is the oldest, possibly a couple of years older than me. He’s tall and strong looking, a handsome clean shaved face and blue eyes that flash when he smiles. I never see him without his shirt and tie. It’s possible he’s a lawyer or something like that. He’s well-spoken and always polite but I don’t miss the way his expression shifts, darkens sometimes when I’m dusting and my shirt lifts slightly, revealing my smooth midriff.
John is a few years younger then me. He looks like a bricklayer. Stocky, muscular, hairy. He doesn’t have a beard but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him clean-shaven. He reminds me of a bull and seems very happy in his own skin. I lost count of how many times he’s walked by in just a towel or a pair of shorts. Not that I’m complaining. His wide hairy chest and tight ass are very enjoyable to watch.
And then there’s Perry. I like Perry. He’s about the same age as me and I think he might be a personal trainer. He’s tall like Greg, but his arms are more defined, his thighs thicker, his six-pack abs make my mouth water. He likes talking and often he’ll follow me around while I clean. We’ll talk about movies and music and share jokes that nobody else ever seems to get. Sometimes I blush when he smiles at me. I haven’t blushed since I was a teenager.
The first few weeks were uneventful. Julie warned me that her sons were home for a few weeks and told me just to do what I could.
It was about week three that things got interesting. I was dusting in the hallway when John’s door suddenly flew open. It was strange really. A few things happened all at once. I turned, my eyes wide, I thought I was alone. He looked just as shocked to see me there and in that moment the towel he was wearing fell to the ground.
I couldn’t help it, I swear! He was just there and naked and I looked down… Holy Shit. The man was hung. I suppose I should have guessed given his build that he’d have a yummy fat cock, but still. My body flooded with heat and my pussy clenched and I think I leaked a little on my panties.
“Do you have a licence for that beast?” The words were out before I realised I was speaking. He didn’t seem to mind.
“Why?” He lifted his brows at me. “Wanna take it for a ride.”
I licked my lips as I thought about that and his eyes widened when I didn’t respond right away. Talking about responding. His cock just got fatter and longer.
“That’s not a ‘no,’” he said, smirking.
All I could manage was a naughty smile. Saying yes to random sex with men I don’t really know does not come naturally. That didn’t mean I was saying no.
“Babe,” he murmured, grabbed my hand and yanked me inside. I think I dropped my feather duster.
He made quick work of my short black skirt and white blouse. He eyed my stockings, garter belt and matching bra and something like a growl rumbled through his chest.
“You always wear this sexy shit at work?” He licked his lips and his gaze settled on where my bra was barely holding my breasts.
I smiled and looked away. “Sometimes. It’s like a little secret.”
“Hmm.” He nodded like he totally understood what I meant then with one rough shove he pushed me down on the bed.
We knelt together, his front to my back. His now rock hard erection pressed up along my back and his arm wound around me and dipped down to seek out my pussy. He groaned when he felt how wet my panties were. With a twist of his fist there was a ripping sound and the panties were gone.
“Fuck you’re so wet,” he murmured into my ear, licking around the shell then kissing down my throat, across my shoulder. “Want me to fuck you, babe?”
“Yes,” I moaned and wiggled my ass against his cock. “I want to feel you stretching my twat.”
He groaned and thrust against me. Nipping at my shoulder his fingers parted my soaking folds and settled either side of my clit. I let out a little cry when he started a rhythm of circling, rubbing, squeezing – Ooooh…
“Knew you’d be a horny little bitch. Gonna take all my fat cock.”
With a slight adjustment he positioned his cock at my entrance and shoved inside. We both gasped at his first thrust. There was pleasure and pain, he was thick and I was tight. He gave me barely a second before he gripped my hips and started thrusting, hard, fast, rough.
I reached back blindly, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. He took me hard, no mercy, no tenderness, just hot, rampant sex. I was right, he was like a bull and the way he fucked only intensified my opinion.
He grunted and groaned and his arms were like iron bands holding my body to his lust, seeking his pleasure through his rapidly pumping cock. The only indication that he was aware I was even there was his fingers still stroking and rubbing my clit.
I loved it. Loved how impersonal it was. It was like one of those fantasies many farm girls have of being mounted by a bull. He was so big; his coarse hair scratched my back, his thick cock pumped mercilessly into my tight wet cunt. There was no emotion here, no ties just pleasure.
My whole body trembled, my pussy clenched and contracted around his prick, my toes curled and… And… Oh fuck! It was like a wave of heat flowed from my cunt, down my thighs and up to my brain shutting off all thought. So hot. So good.
“Oh bloody hell, babe.” He gasped against my cheek; his movements were getting jerky, irregular, urgent. “You’re really coming… Feel you coming all over my dick… Strangling my… Uuhh yeah!” Three long, smooth thrusts and his whole body shook. “Ahhh Vicky.” The words moaned out of him in a sea of rapturous bliss as his cum shot out deep inside my still quivering cunt.
We lay side by side for a few moments after but now that the sex was finished we didn’t really have much to say. With a kiss on his smiling lips I climbed up, redressed and returned to my work.
It was Wednesday before I returned again. Greg was typing away rapidly on his laptop in the adjoining office as I du
sted and polished everything in the guestroom.
I felt him rather then saw him watching me. I would reach up to flick away a cobweb or wipe a blind and I’d feel this odd sort of tickle down my spine. But when I turned to look he was buried in the screen again, tapping away even faster.
Feeling very naughty and maybe a little cocky since my romp with John I started to have a little fun. First I decided to give the coffee table a really good polish. Dropping to my knees I leaned down giving him a good eyeful of breast then I started polishing. I polished hard and fast making my full breasts juggle and jump in my lacy bra. I dipped low and then pulled up showing nearly nothing then dipped low again giving him a good eyeful, I swear one of my boobs nearly fell out of the bra I was polishing so vigorously.
I nearly giggled when I heard his gasping inhale. Next I crawled along the ground wiping the skirting boards. I crawled slowly, showing a good amount of thigh beneath my short black skirt. As I worked I imagined I was a smooth little cat in heat and my movements seemed to mimic this fantasy.
Next it was time to polish the large, wide sideboard. It was deep and required me to bend over quite a far to get right to the back. This would have given Greg one hell of an eyeful of my tight ass, barely covered by my skirt.
And then I heard it. He wasn’t typing any more, instead his hand seemed to be aimlessly tapping at the keyboard but it was obvious that his other hand was very busy under his desk. I looked up at the little mirror just above the sideboard. His gaze was directed right at my ass and by the way his shoulder shifted I could tell that his other hand was very busy indeed.
If I wanted to play with Greg this was the moment. Without turning I said, “You want me to come in and help you polish that?”
He coughed and blushed. How adorable is that. I turned around to face him. His hand was still under the desk as he watched me slowly step into his office. I closed the door behind me and smiled.
But before he could answer there was a knock on the door. I looked at him wide-eyed. If I was caught in here alone with him with the door closed there weren’t many conclusions that could be drawn that wouldn’t involve sex. And if it was Julie I would lose my job.
Thinking fast he pulled out his chair and pointed under the desk. I scarpered under and he pulled in his chair just seconds before the door opened.
“Hey.” It was Perry. “Have you seen my new DVD? I brought it in and put it on the table and now I can’t find it.”
They talked back and forth for a few moments but all I could focus on was the long thick cock spearing out of Greg’s black slacks. As the boys continued to argue I had a wicked idea. Crawling closer I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his dick and licked my wet tongue firmly up the side.
I wrapped my lips around the tip and slid my hot mouth over his cock, sucking, swirling my tongue, bobbing up and down. His hand reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair but he didn’t force me away, instead he held me right there. I gently grazed my teeth over the shaft and he gave a strangled sort of groan.
“Oh yeah,” Perry was saying. “Where did the cleaner go? I was sure she was just dusting in the other room.”
Turning the grunt into a laugh, Greg said, “Yeah, she’s under the desk sucking my dick.”
Perry laughed to and I heard him walking out. “Uh-hum, I’ll just go find her maybe she put my movie somewhere.” It sounded like he stopped at the door and turned back. “You know she better not find out you guys are talking like that. Yesterday John said he fucked her brains out on Monday. Four words brother, Sexual – Harassment – Law - Suit. You’re the lawyer, you should know that.”
Greg’s hand tightened in my hair. He would know it wasn’t a joke. The door closed and I felt both of his hands comb deep into my hair. And I kept sucking.
“Did you like fucking my brother?” His voice was gruff and there was a hint of something darker there. “Did he make you scream with his dick?”
It wasn’t like I could answer with my mouth full of cock so I just kept sucking and bobbing my mouth over his hard shaft. I let out a cry when he pulled me off, his cock slipping from my lips with a loud POP.
“Answer me.” His voice was dangerously quiet and I felt a shiver down my spine.
No. Just a moment no way did he have any right to be mad at me. I stood up straight and looked him in the eye.
“What exactly is it that you think I owe you?” I asked, unbuttoning my blouse and throwing it to the floor so I stood there in my bra and skirt. “I’m your mother’s cleaning lady. You’ve barely said two words to me since we met and a second ago I was on my knees sucking your prick.
“I don’t remember you offering me an engagement ring before you opened your pants so who I fuck and in what fucking position is my fucking business.”
“Do you speak to my mother with that mouth?”
“You’re mother doesn’t ask about my private business.”
A smile quirked his lips. Greg stood up, grabbed my wrist and in one, way too easy, pull had be bent over his desk, my ass poking up for his pleasure.
Arousal pooled in my lower belly and flooded my pussy with wetness. When his hand slid slowly up the back of my thigh my whole body shivered with excitement. When he pulled up my naughty little black skirt I mewed and wiggled under his gaze.
“You are a bad girl, Vicky,” he murmured as his hand slid over one firm cheek of my ass. “A very naughty little maid.”
His hand pulled away and in the next second he delivered a sharp, firm-handed smack to my bottom. The sting of pain was overtaken by the heat of the aftermath. My eyes flew wide. Did he just spank me? He did it again and again. That large firm hand spanked my sensitive butt-cheeks till they felt hot and sore and probably all pink now.
“Knowing what I know I could get your whore ass fired,” he said, his hands stroking up and down my thighs. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Vicky?”
An excited little thrill shivered through my body. I’d fantasied about being blackmailed by a client more than a few times with my fingers stroking my clit. I’d rather not lose my job but there was always work for cleaners so I knew how far I could be pushed.
“Please don’t get me fired,” I begged. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Anything you want.”
“Anything?” he murmured and his hands settled on my ass, spreading my cheeks. “What if I don’t what that slut hole you gave my brother?”
I bit my lip to hold in the excited mew. “As long as you promise not to tell.”
“Oh fuck.” Was his reply and I heard him rummaging in the draw till he found a tube of what must have been lubricant.
A lubed finger circled my puckered hole then pushed inside. I let out a moan and curled my fingers around the edge of the desk. It had been a long time since anyone had gone there. I didn’t realise how much I missed it until now.
“If you want my ass, take it. Just don’t tell.”
Greg groaned and pumped his finger in and out. “Ooh that’s tight.” One finger was replaced by two and he groaned again as he fucked my ass with his fingers.
“Can’t wait…” His fingers were suddenly gone to be replaced by something thicker, something hotter. I bit back a cry as he spread my cheeks wide and forced his fat cock into my ass.
I felt torn apart. I’d never had a prick as big as his in my ass and he wasn’t going to let me off easy. Slowly he pulled nearly all the way out only to force his cock back in.
“Fuck that is a tight little ass.” He groaned and started pumping his cock in and out, building speed and force as the passage grew easier. “You like it don’t you? You dirty little slut. You love my cock up your ass.”
Oh bloody hell yes. He was stretching all sorts of muscles and nerves as he fucked me hard.
“I’ll do anything,” I sobbed against the desk, my body trembling as I felt my climax getting closer. “Just don’t get me fired. Please… Please I need this job so bad… I’ll be your bad girl… I’ll be your dirty little whore.”
His cock swelled in my tight ass and I could tell by the way he gripped my hips and pumped his cock harder, faster that he liked what he was hearing.
“Here it comes… Oh fuck… Oh fuck!” He moaned and his thrusts became jerky, his whole body trembled.
I was right there with him. My whole body tensed and my ass contracted tightly, trapping his prick deep. My forehead pressed hard into the desk and my mouth opened wide in a silent scream as my pleasure surged through me.
With a loud yell his body suddenly jerked and my ass was flooded with his cum.
He gently pulled his shrinking dick from my ass and sat down heavily in his chair. I pulled on my blouse with shaky hands and straightened my skirt then without a word I turned and left the room, finished my work and returned home.
Back in my own space I poured myself a bath and soaked in the warm scented water. What the hell was I doing? Sure I had fantasized about fucking clients before but actually doing it was a very different beast. Now I’d banged two!
The other problem was that neither of the two had been the one I really wanted. Greg had been a surprising and exciting ride and John had been fun too…
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Friday morning arrived with the buzzing of my phone on the bedside table. I had a message. It was from Julie!
Oh shit! Was I fired? Did that jerk tell on me to mummy? If he did I was going to kick his ass from here to…
--Darling!
The message read.
--Thank you so much for your patience and tolerance with my boys the last few weeks. I would have been lost without your help. To show my thanks I’ve been working the boys extra hard…
I slapped myself – Clean your mind you dirty bitch. I was still giggling as I read on.
--And your work for today is done but I’d like to invite you to spend the day by my pool. There are snacks and drinks prepared just bring your bathing suit. The boys are gone so enjoy having the day to yourself.
--Kindest regards - Julie
When I arrived all the housework had indeed been done and the back deck was set up for me. A cushioned banana lounge, an ice bucket holding a bottle of wine, an esky full of cool drinks, and what looked like a bowl of fruit salad were waiting for me. The whole scene brought tears to my eyes.
