Maid Service

by Peter Birch

  “You’d better get changed,” Peter told Felicity as she came off Mr. Drach’s cock. “You too, Clemmie.”

  Clementine was still on her knees, her cunt agape from Miroslav’s cock, but she nodded and followed Felicity indoors. Chloe was put down in Felicity’s place, still with her tray in her hands as she sucked on Mr. Drach’s penis, while Miroslav held Rhiannon’s legs up to watch his erection slide in and out as he fucked her. Peter watched, along with the others, his own cock now starting to stiffen in response to the abundant show of bare, female flesh. He also could not deny finding a perverse and unexpected pleasure in the casual way the girls were being used so crudely. But he was determined to save himself for later.

  Miroslav obviously wasn’t, suddenly pushing his trousers down and mounting Rhiannon, to fuck her on her back with her legs up and open, his cock pumping in and out, his balls slapping onto her spread bottom until he’d unloaded deep inside her. Mr. Drach showed more patience, simply enjoying Chloe’s mouth until Clementine and Felicity came back out, now ready to wrestle. Both wore bikinis, red for Clementine and blue for Felicity, tied with bows between each girl’s breasts and at her hips.

  “What are the rules?” Mr. Drach asked.

  “They fight in the mud,” Peter explained. “The first to be made fully nude is the loser, including the ribbons in their hair. The winner can then do what she likes with the loser, who’ll also get six of the cane from me, or you if you prefer, and, I don’t know … staked out on the lawn for general use? Whatever takes your fancy, really.”

  Mr. Drach gave a pleased nod and reached down to cuff Chloe gently across the face as he spoke.

  “You’d better get on with serving the drinks, little one. The redhead can suck my penis while I watch.”

  “Rhiannon,” Peter said, gesturing to her.

  She’d clearly been included in the entertainment, and Peter found himself glad Michelle had remained in the kitchen. There was something unsettling about the way the men used the girls and, while he could see the appeal, he preferred not to have his heavily pregnant wife involved. Rhiannon at least seemed to accept the situation, crawling across to where Mr. Drach had sat down, and taking his erection in her hand as she began to lick at his balls. The others also took their seats, with Clementine and Felicity already at either side of the clay pit, sizing each other up with convincingly hateful glares.

  Peter waited until Chloe had served out fresh drinks, then signaled for the fight to begin. Both girls started forward, cautiously, but in Clementine’s case not cautiously enough. Her foot slipped on the sloping bottom of the pit and she went down sideways into the mud, quickly catching herself even as Felicity darted forward, only to slip as well and go down full length in the mess, saving her face by a miracle. A peel of laughter went up from the watchers, the two bodyguards included, followed by cries of encouragement as Clementine threw herself on top of Felicity.

  The girls went down, sprawling in the mud, both already filthy and getting rapidly worse as each struggled to get at the other’s bikini bows. First Clementine seemed to have the advantage, jerking Felicity’s bikini top loose and pulling it free to show off her naked breasts, each slippery with clay save for a pink triangle topped by even pinker nipples. One firm push and she was faced down in the clay again, both tits now filthy all over but her face still unsullied as she gave a furious sideways twist.

  Clementine went down, her legs waving in the air as she was unseated. As she twisted over in an attempt to get up, Felicity caught her around the waist. Struggling to rise, Clementine’s knees began to slip in the clay without moving her at all, a sight so comic that even the bodyguards were roaring with laughter, and all the more so as Felicity scooped up a massive wad of clay and stuffed it down the back of Clementine’s bikini bottoms. A second handful followed, adding to the weight in Clementine’s bikini, which now hung down in a heavy, rounded ball, as if she’d had an extremely unfortunate accident.

  Zoran passed a remark to Miroslav, in Serbian but easily understandable, raising fresh laughter, which Peter rejoined as Felicity began to spank the helpless Clementine, squashing the soggy clay across her bottom with firm, accurate smacks. Most of the muck squeezed out around the side of Clementine’s bikini briefs but, as she gave a gasp of outrage and disgust, Peter realized that some of it must have slithered into her cunt. Felicity laughed, and Clementine used the distraction to snatch at her opponent, catching one of the bows at Felicity’s hip.

  Already topless, Felicity was forced to defend herself, grabbing at the bow, but too late. Her bikini bottoms had come lose, unfastened at one side, then hauled off as Clementine tightened her grip and threw herself backwards in the same instant, sprawling in the mud with her own bikini briefs halfway down and her muddy cunt displayed. Still, Felicity was now completely in the nude with only her hair ribbon between her and defeat.

  The girls rested for a moment, gasping, their bodies slimed with clay except for the occasional patch of sweaty pink, their hair matted and foul, Felicity nude but for decoration, Clementine with her top half on, and her bikini bottoms bagging around her thighs with the weight of the clay within them. If there was anything fake about the fury in their faces Peter couldn’t see it, and Felicity screamed as she threw herself at Clementine once more. They went down together, grappling, scratching, pulling hair, Felicity even using her teeth to try and rip off Clementine’s bikini top while she clutched at her own hair ribbon in a desperate attempt to defend herself.

  It worked, briefly, both of Clementine’s tits now bare and pink, with her bikini up around her neck. But she’d snatched a handful of clay and slapped it into Felicity’s face, filling her mouth and smearing it over her eyes. Felicity jerked back, scraping at the mess on her face and spitting filth, only to have a second handful of clay crammed into her mouth, making her eyes pop with shock and disgust. With that, her will to fight seemed to go. Clementine closed in, catching Felicity by the knot of her hair, to hold her head above the puddle of slime for a long moment, allowing the defeated girl to see exactly what was about to happen to her. Then, with a snarl, Clementine pushed her opponent’s face into the filthy mess with a heavy squelch, rubbing the whole of her head into the muck before pulling her up once more. Her face was a mask of clay, her open mouth full of filth, her eyes closed, utterly defeated, so that when Clementine let go of her hair she simply slumped back into the mud. With her last ounce of determination, Felicity jerked violently to the side, flailing blindly at Clementine’s hair ribbon, which she managed to catch and remove.

  Mr. Drach began to clap and the others joined in. All were grinning, laughing and passing remarks as the girls continued to grapple, both now caked in slippery gray clay from head to foot, snatching furiously at each other’s bodies, indifferent to the lewd display of breasts, bottoms and cunts they provided to their audience. Clementine’s bikini bottoms loosened further and finally fell off, exposing the wad of dirty gray clay packed into the mouth of her cunt and (as she struggled into a crawling position) her ass too. One vicious snatch and her bikini top was gone, but Felicity had already lost. Clementine raised a triumphant fist, opening her fingers to reveal the other girl’s hair ribbon. As the unassailable realization dawned on Felicity, she slumped back into the mud once more, now truly defeated.

  Clementine rose from the muck, unsteady on her feet, shaking badly, but triumphant. She was grinning as she showed off the hair ribbon to the cheering audience, with her feet planted to either side of Felicity’s body where the defeated girl lay sprawled in the muck. Peter nodded and gave the private signal they’d agreed. Felicity took note and reluctantly assented, staying down in the mud where she lay. Clementine gave a curt order, and Felicity responded by opening her mouth wide and squeezing her eyes shut. Clementine turned her body a little to ensure that she was full on to Mr. Drach, then let go of her bladder, pissing full and hard into Felicity’s face and over her chest, filling her mouth and soilin
g her tits anew as bare skin emerged from beneath the mud. Clementine sank down onto her haunches, scooped up a handful of mud and crammed it into Felicity’s mouth, to leave the hapless girl coughing and spluttering as she tried to spit it out, only to have her nose pinched and her jaw pressed shut. Her eyes popped, her struggles grew desperate, but Clementine refused to back off and Felicity was finally forced to eat mud, her face set in furious resentment as she swallowed down the filthy mess in her mouth. The clapping and cheering had stopped, all but one of the men staring opened mouthed in shock and pity as well lust, save for Kralj, who now wore a small, happy smile, and Peter himself, who was grinning as he got up to hose the girls down.

  It took a moment for the spell to break. Rhiannon had been working on Mr. Drach’s cock all the while, half turned so that she could watch the fight from one eye as she sucked and licked at his erection. She was now pulled closer and forced to take him deep as he twisted his hands into her long red hair, fucking her mouth with short, hard thrusts clearly intended to take him to orgasm. Kralj gave a nod to the bodyguards and they quickly had Chloe on her knees. Her tray was taken off her and the men unzipped, their stout pale cocks and heavy balls protruding obscenely from their suit trousers as she did her best to cope with both at the same time, sucking and tugging at them until they were hard enough to wedge her into a firm spit roast.

  Peter was himself undeniably turned on, and Rhiannon’s bare, outthrust bottom made a fine sight, with her cunt deliciously puffy and wet and ready for entry—and the tight pink star of her anus a no less tempting a target. He pulled his cock free as he continued to hose down the girls, and Clementine immediately crawled close to take him in her mouth. Felicity had rinsed quickly and scurried indoors to shower, leaving Peter to enjoy Clementine’s lips as he played the hose over her naked body.

  To his left, Mr. Drach had come in Rhiannon’s mouth, securing her head to make sure she took every last drop of his seed, as she struggled bravely to keep his full length in her throat. Taking Clementine by the hair, Peter pulled her face between the cheeks of Rhiannon’s bottom as Mr. Drach finished. Clementine knew exactly what was expected of her, licking eagerly at Rhiannon’s ass as Peter masturbated over the sight. Rhiannon got down, her bottom pushed high as she was prepared for Peter’s cock, her anus quickly relaxing and opening beneath Clementine’s tongue. Peter moved closer, still holding Clementine by the hair as he pushed his cock deep into her throat, withdrew, and pressed the head to Rhiannon’s anus.

  Clementine continued to lick, her tongue flicking over Peter’s cock and Rhiannon’s bottom hole as he pushed himself slowly in. Soon he was deep in Rhiannon, and Clementine nuzzled down between their thighs to lick at Peter’s balls and her friend’s cunt as he took his pleasure in Rhiannon’s ass. Clementine’s own thighs were spread too, her fingers plucking at her cunt as she masturbated, even as Zoran arrived to ease his cock into her pussy. Miroslav joined in, settling his semi-stiff cock into Rhiannon’s mouth as she was sodomized, the taut and shiny ring of her sphincter now pulling and stretching around Peter’s increasingly rapid thrusts.

  As he plunged into Rhiannon again and again, Peter was vaguely aware that Stephen and Kralj had gone indoors. He sped up, knowing that Michelle was more than likely to be ready to play, but wary of what the other men might do to her. Clementine opened her mouth wide to take in Peter’s balls, sucking hard to make him gasp with ecstasy right on the edge of pain. Rhiannon began to gag on Miroslav’s cock as the pumping in her rectum grew faster. A cry of pain rang out from somewhere behind him and Peter began to push faster still, desperate to see what was going on but too close to orgasm to hold back.

  He came, ejaculating deep in Rhiannon’s rectum before pulling his cock free and sinking it as far down Clementine’s throat as it would go, hitting a second peak as he watched her eyes pop wide in shock, and a third just as a fresh cry of pain rang out from behind him. Cursing in surprise, he twisted around, to find no sign at all of Michelle. Although Felicity was in the living room, visible through the French doors as she licked at Stephen’s balls and cock while Kralj applied a cane to her naked bottom.

  “Just a beating. Thank goodness for that,” he sighed, and looked down at Clementine. “Come on, Clemmie, swallow it all down like a good little girl. Your next booking won’t be half as much fun.”

  Chapter Three

  “I have to confess that this is one situation I didn’t foresee,” Peter mused. “Hiring the girls out for ordinary functions, such as this one. Still, the client was willing to pay our rates. So I didn’t feel it was sensible to turn it down.”

  “You’re still earning money,” Gabriel responded. “Just not as much.”

  “Not nearly as much,” Peter told him. “But then again, we do have five or six regulars here anyway, so perhaps it won’t be a total loss.”

  “Ah! So normal service is not completely restricted!” Gabriel chortled. “I’d like to reserve little Chloe, in that case. She gave me a wonderful time the other night.”

  “She’s a wonderful girl. Shy, but very, very dirty.”

  “Extraordinarily dirty, although I have to say I preferred her with her natural hair color. She’s makes a pretty blonde, but it robs her of something of her innocence, and with that you lose some of the fun of being naughty with her. Or I think so anyway.”

  “I agree, but we had to dye her hair for some clients of Stephen’s.”

  “Ah, yes, I’d heard something about that. How did it go?”

  “He got the contract, and so he should have. Given what those fellows got up to. Not that they were especially perverse, and Clemmie and Flick even managed to shock them. But they were pretty hard on the girls, expecting rough sex without so much as a by-your-leave.”

  “Going by what Stephen told me about those chaps, it seems the girls should count themselves lucky. So can I have Chloe?”

  “Yes. I’ll tell her.”

  “Thank you. The rest of the party will now be a great deal less tedious. I had better circulate. That’s the trouble with being an MP, never a moment’s peace, and as for these damn charity people, they seem to think I’m made of money.”

  A cluster of people nearby had obviously been waiting to talk to Gabriel and he went across to greet them with handshakes and smiles, his manner far more effusive than it had been with Peter, but obviously put on. Peter smiled as he turned away, walking down to a small square of rose bushes surrounding a pond, with Koi carp gliding among the water plants. The garden party was a fund raising event for Caring Planet, a charity for which a Grove House client served as honorary chairman. But the booking had come from the secretary, a brassy, forceful woman who knew nothing whatsoever about the truth behind Grove House Maids. The secretary had been at another event and liked the idea of well-spoken British girls serving at her function.

  So far he had managed to avoid making a contribution to the charity, which he was fairly sure existed mainly for the purpose of paying its senior people large salaries. He was keen to maintain his donation-free streak, while the carp struck him as much better company than most of the people there. Despite the fishes’ habit of repeatedly opening their mouths, they never actually said anything—and that really was a pleasant change. Rhiannon, Felicity, Chloe and Henrietta were all there, wandering among the guests with loaded trays. But the formal garden was far too open to allow him to take one of them into a secluded corner.

  The possibilities for later that evening were another matter, as long as all four girls didn’t get booked. Still, it would be more than two hours before the event ended. When it did end, he was going to have to drive, but he had decided to risk another glass of wine. As he turned to go back inside, Peter noticed a woman coming towards him in a disturbingly purposeful manner, smiling but without the slightest trace of warmth. She was tiny, perhaps as little as five feet tall, but with even more poise and confidence than most of the other women present, while her simpl
e black dress was perfectly cut and the diamonds in her ears and at her throat showed a restrained perfection that suggested both taste and wealth. There was no doubting her appeal either, at least physically, her figure petite yet elegant, her face beautiful if cold, while her age was hard to judge.

  “What a surprise,” she said. “If it isn’t Peter Finch. Are you on day release?”

  “I’m sorry,” Peter replied, affronted, “but I have absolutely no idea who you are.”

  “No?” she queried, her tone cool and light, as if in casual conversation. “I’m surprised. Perhaps if I was the other way up, wearing a school uniform and being spanked?”

  Peter had nearly dropped his glass at the final word, uttered with sudden venom. But at her change of tone the years fled and he realized who she was.

  “Christine! Christine Arlington!”

  “Yes,” she answered. “Christine Arlington.”

  “Well, um … hello,” he tried, unsure how best to address woman who’d been doing her best to scratch his eyes out the last time they met. “What a surprise. How have you been?”

  “Very well, no thanks to you,” she answered. “You, Peter Finch, are the lowest, the …”

  “Come, come,” he interrupted. “There’s no call for abuse. It was just a bit of fun, after all. You know, just messing around.”

  “A bit of fun?” she retorted. “Messing around!? You arranged to have me spanked!”

  “You volunteered to be spanked,” Peter corrected her. “In return for a favor from Victoria Trent.”

  “I volunteered, yes, and I suppose I should have known that mad bitch Vicky Trent would do her best to humiliate me. But I did not volunteer to be punished in front of two dozen leering boys.”