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MAID
FOR HIS
DESIRE
Jeanette Lavia
Copyright © 2013 Steam Books Erotica & Romance
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“…In fact, Mr. Malcolm, I have a lovely young woman, Ms. Sanchez, sitting at my desk this very minute,” Mrs. Schoen, the owner of a very expensive and exclusive maid service said to the client on the phone.
Lizbeth glanced up from her application on Mrs. Schoen’s desk and looked at whom she would hope would be her future employer. The aging woman scribbled a few notes on a pad of paper and assured her client that a replacement would be sent over that afternoon to interview with him. After a few murmured exchanges, the older woman hung up the phone and smiled brightly.
“Well Lizbeth,” she said. “Looks like today is your lucky day!”
“So I’m hired?” the maid-to-be asked.
“Oh, not only that, but I have an interview for you with a very wealthy client,” Mrs. Schoen beamed. “The pay will be very good.”
“Thank God!” Lizbeth prayed. She had been out of work for a while and found it hard making ends meet while going back to college.
Mrs. Schoen explained the details of the job and gave a little background on her client, millionaire Darius Malcolm. He made his millions as a dot-com guru and had been living in the lap of luxury for past few years. Everything seemed perfect to Lizbeth until her new employer explained the uniform requirements.
“Let me show you,” her employer said and took her around the corner from her office to the uniform storeroom.
Lizbeth felt faint when Mrs. Schoen held up a very skimpy outfit. She felt sick and stared at it in disbelief. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes snapped to the woman.
“I have to wear that?” she asked.
“Try it on first, dear,” the older woman said smoothly. “You’ll look fabulous!”
Somehow Lizbeth doubted it and doubted even more her resolve to submit to the uniform policy for Mr. Malcolm. Still, she needed the money badly and took the uniform from her employer. She endured the scrutiny of the woman’s eyes as she undressed completely in the storeroom and then piece by piece, donned the skimpy outfit.
The uniform was nothing more than a black, see-through bra with matching black thong panties. It came with black high heels, thigh high stockings, and a bow-tie choker. There was a tiny apron which barely covered her pelvic region but left her round, caramel ass free and bare. Lizbeth shook her head as she gazed at herself in the mirror.
“Wow,” Mrs. Schoen complimented. “You look drop dead gorgeous! And you have such a wonderful ass!”
The woman reached out and gave Lizbeth a gentle, cupping squeeze on her ass. Lizbeth blushed and shied away. She still wasn’t sure she could go through with it but if it meant a good paycheck, she was willing to try. She slipped on a big overcoat, took the driving directions from Mrs. Schoen and left for her interview.
Nearly two hours and several wrong turns later, Lizbeth arrived at the gate of Darius Malcolm’s luxurious mansion. She buzzed the intercom and announced herself. Moments later the gate opened and she drove in. She marveled at the sheer beauty of the estate and tried to imagine how much all of it had cost, but the amount became too vast for her to fathom.
When she stopped her car at the apex of the long, circular drive, a spunky woman in a rather bland uniform met her and showed her in. Lizbeth followed her through the lavish mansion while she leered at the woman from behind. Then she noticed a few other women cleaning and doing odd jobs throughout the house. They were all dressed in the same plain uniform.
Now she started to wonder just what this cleaning job entailed. There seemed to be plenty of workers and none of them were wearing anything remotely similar to what she had on beneath the heavy coat. For a moment she thought maybe Mrs. Schoen had gotten her clients mixed up and now she was feeling very self-conscious.
“You can wait right here,” the young woman said politely and indicated to a comfortable-looking chair. “Mr. Malcolm will be with you in a moment.”
Lizbeth thanked her and sunk into the deep, soft chair. She stretched her weary legs and admired the décor of the room. It reminded her of the Victorian era, she thought. Whatever it was, it was beautiful, particularly the intricate detail of the sconces that adorned the main-facing wall.
“You must be Ms. Sanchez,” a smooth, deep voice startled her from behind.
Lizbeth turned to see who it was and felt her nipples harden instantly. There behind her stood the wealthy Darius Malcolm. He was dressed in sweat pants and his magnificent, rippling chest shone softly with sweat. His sandy hair was semi-spiked from sweat and a small white towel hung over his broad shoulder. Lizbeth could imagine that even the most talented sculptor could not have created a finer representation of a man than the one that stood behind her.
“Mr. Malcolm?” she choked, trying to quash the sudden urge to jump on him and beg him to make love to her.
“In the flesh,” he said with a smile. It was obvious to her that he knew he looked good and knew she thought so, too.
She watched him like a hawk as he wiped his brow, dried his hand and took a few steps toward her. Darius offered his hand, but she sat there like a puppet with no master. Finally she realized she was supposed to stand and meet him halfway in greeting. The blush burned through her cheeks as she did.
What a first impression, huh? she scolded herself.
“Maggie said she had a ‘lovely young woman’ sitting in front of her,” Darius said as he took her hand and shook it. “Not an angel fresh from heaven.”
Again she blushed. He was gorgeous and witty and oh so smooth. Lizbeth would have cleaned in the nude for him if he wished it, though the outfit she had underneath wasn’t too far from it. He released his firm grip on her hand then looked her up and down.
“You can take off the coat now,” he said.
Lizbeth suddenly felt sick and embarrassed and hesitated just long enough for him to repeat himself. This time his smooth, soothing voice held just the tiniest hint of a threatening tone. She stared at him blankly through his command until he folded his arms and cocked his head.
“Ms. Sanchez,” he started to explain. “Maybe you’re under the impression that Maggie’s your boss. She’s not. I am. I am the lord and master of this grand house, and if you wish to stay in my good graces you’ll do as I say.”
“But sir,” she interrupted.
Darius narrowed his piercing, hazel eyes and snapped his fingers to cut her off. The strength behind such a simple gesture made Lizbeth catch her breath and recoil slightly. She felt like a child sitting in the principal’s office.
“Lupita!” Darius shouted.
Within seconds, the woman that had shown Lizbeth in appeared at his side. Darius looked at Lizbeth, then back to Lupita. He nodded slowly and the subordinate slowly started to undress. Lupita’s fingers trembled gently as she unbuttoned the uniform and let it slide from her gently-sloped shoulders. She stood there for a moment in just her plain cotton bra and panties.
Lizbeth’s eyes darted back and forth between Darius and the other
woman. She swore she saw a glimmer of fiery lust flash through the servant’s eyes for a moment before she began to unclasp her bra. Moments later, Lupita stood completely naked.
“This is what I expect,” Darius said as he eyed Lizbeth. “Unquestioning obedience. You do as I say and you will be well taken care of. You don’t and there’s a thousand other women willing to follow my simple rules to get paid well.”
“I don’t think-“
A snap of his fingers cut her off again. Lizbeth’s body tensed and she stood as rigid as the columns that adorned the entrance to his mansion. She watched as he stared Lupita down until she sank to her knees and untied the neat bow that held his sweatpants atop of his sculpted hips.
Lizbeth was at a complete loss for words. The entire scene was so surreal that she admitted she couldn’t have even dreamed it. Despite the shock, she found herself becoming aroused.
What aroused her wasn’t the woman taking Darius’ cock into her mouth and delicately sucking on it. It wasn’t even the hunger in his eyes that seemed to penetrate past her heavy overcoat into her supple flesh. It was the power that seemed to hang about him like a glowing aura that called to her like a flame to a moth.
His facial expression was unwavering as Lupita stroked her lips along the length of his enormous dick. Saliva dripped from the sides of her mouth as she worked to please Darius. Lizbeth was mesmerized as she watched, wishing she was in Lupita’s place.
“You can take off the coat now,” Darius ordered.
Lizbeth nodded slowly and untied her coat. She opened it slowly and let it slide to the floor. The heat from his gaze gave her goose bumps. He continued to give her orders and soon she had turned the chair to face them and was lounging in it seductively, naked, her legs spread wide and her fingers slowly massaging her shaved, glistening pussy.
There wasn’t another word said between them. Lizbeth watched and played with herself, knowing that although she wasn’t the one pleasuring him, he was enjoying the show she was giving. She was hotter than she could ever remember being. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Darius was like a magnet for lust. The complete abandon on the face of Lupita as she snaked her tongue across his tight balls made Lizbeth coo. She couldn’t wait to have her face buried against his massive dick or even better, have him bend her over and fuck her in half.
Lizbeth’s fingers circled her clit as she watched Lupita ease Darius’ shaft from her mouth, turn and drop to all fours. Her eyes widened in anticipation he dropped his sweat pants completely, knelt behind his charge, and pierced her smoothly shave slit. Lizbeth moaned in stereo with Lupita as if she were the one receiving her boss’ glorious meat.
Two maids walked past and paid them no attention. They knew what was going on. They had been there themselves and knew better to get involved unless Darius commanded it. For a moment, Lizbeth wondered how many women had come through his doors to work for him before her and how many would come after.
It was almost sobering but as she slid two fingers deep into her pussy, she spiraled back into the real life fantasy unfolding before her. Lizbeth fingered her juicy quim to the rhythm of Darius’ thrusts. He was almost too fast for her and she felt her orgasm approaching rapidly. She held off for what seemed like an eternity until Darius started to groan before firing his load deep into the maid’s gaping hole.
Lizbeth came immediately and her entire body burst with euphoric bliss. Pins of searing hot pleasure stabbed throughout her body and rolled her eyes into the back of her head. She pounded her fingers past her flaring lips, urging her climax to extend for as long as she could until finally she was spent.
Darius pulled his softening rod out of Lupita, stood up, and pulled on his sweat pants. Lupita dressed as casually as she had undressed, as if she had done this a dozen times before. Lizbeth was sure she had.
“Lupita will show you to your room and help get you ready for your interview,” Darius said before turning and disappearing into his private dojo.
Lupita gathered up Lizbeth’s clothing and started walking toward a grand spiral staircase. Lizbeth fell in behind her and another maid joined in behind her and the trio headed up the stairs to the servant’s quarters. Lizbeth wondered why the servants would live in the common house, then considered it would make them more accessible to Darius’ desires. It made sense.
Once they were in her room, Lupita motioned for her to lie down on the bed. Lizbeth did, on her tummy and stretched out on the large, comfortable bed. The head and foot boards looked like they were made from cherry wood with a rich, reddish stain that was polished to a high sheen. The bed was as magnificent as the rest of the room.
Lupita and the other maid, Rosario, crawled onto the bed and knelt beside her. They began rubbing a silky, light lotion into her skin. She closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying the attention. Occasionally the scent vanilla would catch her nose and she would inhale deeply. Vanilla was her favorite scent next to cinnamon.
Lizbeth started to drift from the soothing touch of the women. They spent plenty of time lotioning her back and shoulders and legs. It wasn’t until Rosario’s hands started to rub the lotion into her soft ass did she start to wake from her haze. The maid’s touch was soft and determined and bordered on erotic.
“Roll over please,” Lupita said in a soft, reserved voice.
She started to protest but caught a glimpse of Darius watching from the doorway. Lizbeth knew this was another part of his game so she rolled over and closed her eyes. The women worked the lotion into her front side. She felt the heat beginning to creep into her body again.
The maids worked her tender flesh delicately. The more they touched her, the more aroused she became. Lizbeth’s nipples puckered and hardened into sensitive points as the women massaged her breasts. It was obvious that they weren’t actively trying to seduce her but nevertheless, they were having a desirable effect on her.
Suddenly Darius appeared. He was completely naked and his semi-flaccid dick gently bobbed in front of him as it slowly hardened. The women maneuvered her closer to the edge of the bed and Lizbeth opened her mouth obediently and took the head of his cock past her lips. When she did, she felt one of the maids spread her velvety folds and sink their finger deeply into her moistening pussy.
She groaned and sucked feverishly on her master’s throbbing head. Lupita and Rosario began working her into a sexual frenzy. They prodded and squeezed and teased her everywhere. Lizbeth squirmed in delight and stroked Darius’ hefty shaft as she worked it in and out of her mouth.
Every once in a while, she would glance up and meet his penetrating gaze. His eyes filled her with want and desire and made the fire within her core flare hotter with each passing second. His magnetism made her please him because she wanted to, not because it was a part of the deliciously twisted job she happened to fall into.
Soon Darius took over and the two subordinates slid from the bed and disappeared. He massaged her dripping pussy expertly, paying close attention to tease and rub her hard, achingly sensitive clit. Lizbeth’s hips rotated gently against his touch as if they had a life of their own, urging him to touch her harder and faster.
By the time her master pulled himself from her hot, wet mouth and crawled on top of her, Lizbeth was nearly delirious with desire. Darius moved like a beast stalking its prey. His toned body crept fluidly over her. His muscles rippled with each slow but steady movement. She was ready to burst in anticipation.
When his lips met hers, she moaned into his mouth. Lizbeth slid her tongue into his mouth in search of his. They kissed deeply and passionately. Darius held her tongue tightly with his lips while he massaged it with his stiff, wet tongue. She wrapped her legs around his hips, squeezing him and trying to pull him into her. She was hot and needed to feel him inside of her.
Darius reached down and rubbed his cockhead up and down through her dewy, silky lips. With each rub, she shoved her tongue further into his mouth, enjoying his blissful kissing. Lizbeth’s breath was taken away. She
had never been kissed so expertly and hoped he wouldn’t stop.
She felt the head of his engorged cock press against her greasy slit and slowly sink into her burning hole. Lizbeth pressed her heels against his toned, firm ass, urging him to slide further into her dripping pussy. She could feel every magnificent millimeter of his pulsing shaft as he entered her. She was tight, very tight, and Darius couldn’t help but groan once he completely filled her up.
Her master slowly rotated his hips, moving them in tiny, slow circles. Lizbeth arched her back at his slight movement. She felt her juices flowing from her stuffed pussy, making each movement smoother. Her hands roamed over his solid, muscular back as she braced herself for him to pick up his pace.
Darius did. Suddenly he bucked his hips and fucked his cock into her ruthlessly. Thrust after thrust, he slammed his hips into her, driving his delicious dick into her helpless cunt. Lizbeth broke their kiss and arched her back with a wanton cry of pleasure.
He moved like a glorious machine. He pounded her fiercely with no signs of slowing down. Lizbeth’s pussy burst in pleasure, squeezing his thick meat like a vice. The sudden rush of lust made her choke on her moans… she was cumming, but Darius continued to thrust his cock into her through her orgasm. The pleasure that swept through her body was electric and she dug her nails into his rippling back.
When her orgasm finally subsided, Lizbeth relaxed beneath him a little. Darius rolled over and pulled her on top of him. She followed his lead and crushed her hips against him. She rose up and started bucking her hips forward and back. The pleasure continued to bombard her body, but she endured the fatigue and let the bliss energize her weary muscles.
Soon she leaned back on her hands and started pumping with her creamy thighs. Darius matched her movements with his own, bucking his hips up into her. Lizbeth’s delicate lips gripped his marvelous shaft as they fucked feverishly. She felt him spread her lips and she opened her eyes slightly to see him gazing at her glistening pussy. It was hot to see him watching his dick disappear into her parted cunt.
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