A Sassy Maid, Part I free porn video

“Really, Craig, it’s great to have you back again,” John said. I had given him a long discussion of my work as he drove from the train station to his house, and the conversation had died for a minute. “Maureen is eager to meet you too.”

“Sorry, again I couldn’t make it to the wedding.”

“You’re excused, as I said then. But we’re eager to put you up for however long you need to write up your report. Do you have another assignment lined up?”

“No, I get two months off after I turn in my final report.”

“Good, good; like I said, you’re welcome to stay with us. It’s a big house so you won’t get in the way.”

“And like I said, I’ll gladly take you up on it.”

I had been overseas for three years working on an economic development project, and I hoped that two months without any worries would put me in the frame of mind to return for another project; for the past six months I had been run ragged and now wanted nothing more than to lie in the sun all day and sleep.

After a pause, John said, “And there’s another matter.” I looked at him curiously with the change in his voice and began to smile as his words matched what his tone promised. “You are welcome to stay just as a guest. However, well, I told Maureen about how you and I shared Clarice and Donna and the others, and she was…interested. Very much so. If you wish, if you’re willing, Maureen wants to have both of us also.”

I chuckled quietly. “I half suspected that; two months as a free guest seemed a little generous otherwise.”

John laughed and said, “Yes, I thought you might get the ulterior motive. You don’t have to decide now, of course. You can wait until after you’ve met Maureen to decide.”

“No, I think I’ll agree. Gladly. I have missed our times together.”

“Mind you, you should tread carefully as you get a feel for her personality. She has strong boundaries.”

“You have to, of course, to make it work. You know that as well as I do.”

“Yes, and that’s one of the things Maureen liked about it. She told me a bit before our wedding that she was curious about threesomes. She liked what I told her about you, and we discussed it several more times at rather a great length. She decided you sound like you’re likely to respect her, do what she wants when she wants it, not get too attached to her… Our relationship’s primary, just like me and Donna or you and Clarice.”

“Of course.”

“So of course you won’t sleep with her and me often. Once a week maybe. Usually with both of us, but that at least isn’t hard and fast.”

“Understood.”

“And, you have to understand, she is in upper management and she is a black woman. That puts her in a position where complete and total discretion is required. It was a hard decision for her.”

“Are you trying to talk me out of it? Because it’s not working.”

He laughed and said, “Are you kidding? I’m on tenterhooks. I can hardly wait. It’s a shame she’s out of town for two weeks.”

“You mentioned that. Business trip?”

He nodded. “Big company meeting followed by training she’s giving.”

“I have to say, I’m burning up with all sorts of questions of what she’s like now.”

 He smiled and said, “I don’t think you will find her anything less than a perfect partner. But I will say this, she is eager to see the two of us in action with each other.”

“Then I don’t think she’ll be at all disappointed.”

He laughed and pointed off to the right, “Almost there. You can see the chimney over the trees.”

It was a largish house with two low wings spreading left and right from a larger central section. John parked and helped me with my bags, and when I entered I stopped short face to face with a woman slightly taller than me in a rather skimpy stereotypical French maid’s outfit. Her deep brown eyes gazed full into mine as I took in her dark skin, shoulder-length tightly curled hair, and nicely set-off figure, busty, full-hipped, and long-legged.

John said, “Craig, I’d like you to meet our maid and cook, Melissa.”

“It’s truly a pleasure,” I said.

“Likewise, sir,” she smiled winningly, and held onto my hand for a few seconds as she thrust out her breasts, nipples clearly erect under the outfit as if to draw my attention away from her deep, beguiling cleavage.

“Shall I show you to your room, sir?” she asked.

I looked at John, who smiled slightly and said, “No, Melissa, I’ll do that. Would you make us some drinks? Include one for yourself.”

“Yes, sir,” she smiled back, and after we deposited my luggage in a nicely appointed room, John showed me the other rooms of the wing I was in as we made our way to the library.

As he showed me the bathroom, I said, “So, you two have a spectacular maid.”

“She is.”

“Which leads to the obvious question of why she is a maid and not, say, a supermodel.”

“Too busty to be a supermodel, you know. Designers like sticks, not real women.”

We laughed and I said, “You know what I mean.”

“Friend of Maureen’s family. Lost her job, we took her in as a favor.”

“Charitable fellow.”

We laughed and he said, “Charity, hell. We pay her a high salary and she’s worth every penny.”

“Any other employees in the household, oh grand seigneur?”

He smiled, “No. A gardener comes in twice a month or so, and everything else we three do.”

“I’ll be glad to help out.”

“We’ll be glad to take you up on your offer. Though we both know you’re just trying to get into the good graces of our maid.”

We laughed, and by this time we were at the library. He led me in and we sat in two chairs facing the couch were Melissa held a small martini. I looked at the table and then John, and finally Melissa, who smiled warmly, and said, “So, Melissa, it would appear mind reading is another of your talents.”

As I picked up my Manhattan, she smiled, “Oh yes, it certainly is. And my, what interesting thoughts you’re having as we speak,” as I took a sip and then choked slightly, banishing thoughts of stripping her bare from my mind.

She laughed as John roared with laughter. “Melissa also has a sharp wit and a sharper tongue.”

I smiled and raised my drink to her, “I’m glad you find them interesting.”

She stared back into my eyes with a slight smile, “Interesting is, of course, a neutral term. One must ask oneself, ‘Is she speaking as a friend or a psychologist?’”

I laughed out loud and John said, “No, I told her what you like to drink. All this is just Melissa being dangerous.”

“Tell me, sir,” she asked after a sip, “about the project you were on. Sir and madame pretended not to understand it when I asked him earlier.”

She smiled as John winced at the second sentence.

I said, “No need for ‘sir.’ My name is Craig.”

John added, “I’ve told you countless times there’s no need for that ‘sir’ nonsense. ‘John’ is fine.”

“I am on the clock, sir.”

I asked, “Do you often drink on the clock?”

“The conditions of my employment are very lax in certain respects, sir,” she smiled coyly. “I can have a drink with company if I don’t have other work to do. Lunch is preparing right now and I’ll be free until evening once I’ve served it.”

John added, “She will join us for dinner, unless you have any objections?”

“Oh, none at all, certainly.”

She smiled widely as John continued, “Melissa has the afternoon completely free for her own purposes. Whether they are benign or malign is her own business, which we never have learned because her free hours are never to be infringed upon. Condition of employment.”

She smiled and nodded as I said, “I’ll make sure to do the same.”

“Now please, sir, answer my question.”

Shrugging off the exhaustion I felt on the topic after three years on the job, I then told her in as much detail as I cared to about the project: Supporting modernization of the agricultural sector and economic growth by strengthening value-added production chains and the introduction of international standards to allow free entry of local products onto global food markets. A bit to my surprise at first, but clearly to no surprise of John’s, she knew what I was talking about and quite a lot about the nation we had worked in. We talked for almost an hour with only slight additions from John, and far too soon she glanced at the clock and said, “And lunch will be ready now. If you please, sir,…”

I nodded, and she turned to John with a raised eyebrow and slight wickedness lurking in her smile, “If I may be excused, Sir…”

“God, don’t say that.” She simply grinned more widely and he waved her away.

After she left he said, “Please don’t get the wrong idea. She does that just to irk me, I swear. She said once she was simply casting her employment in ironic terms. She’s a delight to share a house with, but she loves to push your buttons, and she does it just the right amount to make everyone else laugh without actually drawing blood.”

“I like it, sir. Or should I call you ‘Master’? I must admit I’m not fully conversant with the appropriate term of address for one’s long-term host these days.”

“Oh, lord, not you too.” We laughed and he said, “I think lunch should be ready now.”

After lunch we cleared the table and washed the dishes, then had a quick cup of coffee. John asked, “So, are you going to nap this afternoon or start on your paperwork?”

“I have a week to finish my report, so I’ll work on that.”

“Dinner is at six or so. Melissa wants to get a gong so she can take another step toward turning this house into an English country manor, but since we’re not doing that, she’ll knock on your door, so be decent.”

“Right.”

As I had made detailed notes on the plane, I made remarkable progress on the report and was surprised back into my room by a knock on the door at 5:45. I opened the door to find Melissa waiting. “Did sir have a productive afternoon?”

“Yes, and you know to call me Craig.”

“Sir has said that, yes,” she replied with a subtle smile playing at the corner of her lips.

“And why don’t you?”

“I have taken it under advisement, sir.” I groaned in exasperation and she added, “Dinner will be ready. Follow me, sir.”

As I walked behind her she walked rather more swayingly than need be, and when we reached the end of the hall I saw her smiling openly as she watched me in the mirror I hadn’t noticed before as I was staring down instead of at her head. I blushed and she grinned, then she turned her head to say, “It’s really a rather dull carpet, sir; may I ask why sir finds it so interesting?”

I blushed even more furiously and said, “I’ve been overseas for three years.”

“And they don’t have carpets there? How odd.”

“Not ones of that fullness or color.”

She smiled winningly, then looked down towards my belt, my straining erection pointing toward her, and then glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow and said with an even wider smile, “I see.” She then turned around and said, “Right this way, sir.”

 John was already seated, and with a glance at my crotch also looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, “Hard at work, I see. You need to take a break. Relieve some stress.”

I simply sat, ignoring such obvious wit, and watched as Melissa uncovered the dishes and sat down to take her turn serving herself. Dinner was pot roast followed by pie, and as we ate, they asked me more about the places I had seen. When we finished the main course John sat expectantly as Melissa cleared the table, and when she had passed into the kitchen he asked at a conversational level, “So, how many lovers did you have while you were away?”

I coughed and gestured with my eyes at the door and said more quietly, “None.”

“None? A master swordsman like yourself?”

“I was in a strait-laced society with a strait-laced and fully attached ex-pat community,” I said as quietly as I wished him to speak.

“Don’t worry about the help,” he said, with the last word ironically phrased. “Good servants never tell tales out of school. But surely you could have found a willing unattached secretary not under your direct supervision, or perhaps availed yourself of commercial services…”

“Relations with the staff are strictly forbidden, a policy I agree with, and you should know by now that I do not pay for sex.”

“Not with money, but I remember a few times where you practically paid out all of your self-respect to bed a few women.”

I glared for a moment and then smiled, “Let us speak no more of such misadventures.”

“Did you at least relieve the pressure by hand?”

“Christ, not so loud.”

“Well?”

“Yes, maybe once a month.”

He whistled and shook his head. Soon Melissa came back in and began serving the pie. After she sat down, she said, “I must say, sir, you certainly have the strength of your convictions. I couldn’t ever last three years without sex. I’d burst within a month and the explosion would take out half the town. Or I’d jump the first person I came across, and the explosion at the end would be about as destructive.” She smiled as she watched me coughing loudly.

When I was able to speak again I turned to John, “No tales out of school, eh?”

John smiled as she said, “We’re still in the schoolroom, sir.”

I laughed and said, “Shall we discuss something besides the sorrows of poor Craig?”

We chatted over pie and coffee, and then John followed Melissa into the kitchen for a few minutes as I sat pondering the next section of my final report. Finally, I heard John say, “Agreed,” and Melissa replied, “Shake.”

“Deal.”

He came back in and said, “Melissa is going to retire after washing the dishes and is not to be disturbed for any reason.”

Curiously sad, I nodded and said, “I see.”

We sat there in leisurely conversation until we heard Melissa put away the last dish in the dishwasher and start it. She peeked around the doorframe and said, “Good night, sir. Good night, sir.”

I smiled as John growled, “Christ, stop that.”

She stood in the doorway, curtseyed, and walked away with her head held high. We heard the other door to the kitchen close, and John said, “So, you’re not too tired for a little fun, are you?”

I smiled, “A little, but then I need to hit the sack.”

We went into the library to pour ourselves a drink, and after we finished I said, “My bedroom.”

“My plans exactly. The usual?”

“Yes.”

We were soon in my room, and we swiftly undressed and fondled each other. He went to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube.

“You provide your guests with every comfort.”

“Yeah. If you were a woman, you’d find a pack of fresh batteries in there as well.”

We laughed and he lubed us up. Often when we coupled in the past, we had lengthy foreplay, languid strokes, and sucks of each other’s cocks, bringing each other to the edge and relaxing, but this time was like our first time taking each other, fevered and rushed efforts to fully harden so as to thrust hard into each other as we had fantasized about during the preceding week of draining each other with our hands and mouths. When he was ready, I took my position over the foot of the bed. He pushed up against me, breathing heavily as I stood in anticipation of our usual hello. Soon the steady pressure of his cock was working him into me, and when he had the head inside he angled himself to put pressure on my prostate. He continued pushing steadily, and I hardened more than I thought possible. With a groan he slipped all the way inside and worked himself in and out slowly.

The sensations in my loins were too intense to last long; after an eternity of three minutes I screamed and began pulsing spurt after spurt of thick jizz all over the bedspread without either of us once touching my cock. With a groan John pushed all the way inside me and held my hips roughly as he plunged back and forth, draining himself into me. It was like our first day that way, as I fucked him twice and he fucked me twice, each time coming simultaneously as the one drained into the other and the other onto the floor.

After a dozen spurts I was finally done for the moment, and John pulled out and said, “Let me wash up. Need any more?”

I thought of Melissa and shook my head, “No, I’ll save it up.”

He smiled, “Fair enough. Really, though, is that enough for tonight?”

“I think I’d be too sore after that orgasm to do anything.”

“Right. A quick wash and I’ll get out of your hair.”

After he washed off at the sink, I did the same. Both of us were soft and satisfied; John’s cock was an acorn and mine was little more. We kissed and he said, “Sleep well.”

I returned to my bed and looked down at the streaks of drying cum on the bedspread. Suddenly I sensed somehow that I was not alone in the room. I looked around and noticed that the closet door seemed to have slid open. I had closed it firmly before dinner; it was open during our rushed fit of buggery, a fact that now came into conscious focus, and it was open wider now.

“Come out,” I said, facing the closet. “Come out or I’ll come get you.”

The closet door slid open and Melissa walked out, rather as I expected and much to my delight. “That was very impressive, sir,” she said. “Very exciting.”

She came to a stop about a yard in front of me, her face with a light sheen of sweat, her nipples fully erect under her skimpy uniform, her breath rapid. “I loved watching, and I loved what I saw. Not the act itself so much; that never really appealed to me. But your passion. Your lust.” She looked down at my cock, which had gone fully erect, and said in a low, rich voice, “And clearly you like what you see as well, sir.” She looked up and said in a puzzled tone, “But, sir, please tell me, what is it you like so much in what you see? Is it my hair?”

She twirled a curl around her fingers and looked fixedly into my eyes as I said, “Yes.”

“Or does sir like my face?”

“Oh yes.”

“Or perhaps these?” She reached behind her and undid a button or two so that her outfit fell forward from the waist, exposing her deep brown breasts, their swollen flesh still firm enough to fight somewhat successfully against their weight, with coal-black nipples standing out erect from large black aureolae.

I stared at her soft flawless skin, and up to her shoulders and neck, up to her eyes, and back down to her nipples, and said, “Yes.”

“Or is it perhaps my skin? The texture…or perhaps the color?” She watched me closely until I said quietly and reluctantly, “Yes.”

“Oh, sir, I’m not offended. I’m a very beautiful sight and I’m pleased when a connoisseur takes pleasure in my finer points.”

“You’re very direct.”

She shrugged and stood waiting. I stared at her, eager to devour her but stricken by my conscience; the difference in our positions, her position as a domestic, the low income that suggested, all combined to stop me cold. Moreover, I already realized she was more to me than the usual potential bed partner; I wanted to tread carefully to make sure I won her completely. After several seconds she said, “Ah, I think I see. I assure you, sir, I’m here voluntarily. By my own free will. This is not some service I’m forced to do as part of my job. I’m not a bed wench.” She grinned, “Please, sir, I quite like you.”

“It’s completely voluntary? John didn’t suggest it or force you to do it?”

“I urged him to let me.”

“So…he knows.”

“Yes. I know about you two. I wanted to see it, and he let me, and he wished us luck after he left.”

I looked into her eyes for a moment and said, “If it’s really your wish…” She nodded and with a pang of loss I replied, “But it’s wrong.”

Her eyes widened in genuine surprise. “I am here voluntarily. I want you as much as you want me. We’re two adults with the same thing in mind.”

“You’re… an employee. Of… a friend of mine.”

She smiled wickedly, “So I’m too lower class for you, sir. Sir only gets hot for dainty ladies of the ruling elite.”

“God, no.”

“Well, dainty ladies and manly studs of the ruling elite.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“But you said, sir, that it did.”

I looked at her smiling eyes and expressionless lips and said, “You know what I mean. I do not take advantage of my position.”

“And what, sir, would your position be? Because it seems to me that sir is, if I may say so, a free-loading unemployed bum not good enough for an honest working woman.”

I blinked and said, “No…”

“So sir is not a believer in the dignity of free labor.”

“Lord…I don’t want to put you in a situation where you might…” and here it sounded as lame to me coming out as it doubtless seemed to her, “suffer economic abuse from the circumstances.”

“So sir is likely to exploit the hired help?”

“Good lord, no!”

“Then what, may I ask, is sir’s problem?”

“Stop calling me 'sir.'”

“It seems to me, sir, that the title suggests a lot more to you, sir, than it does to me.”

“I just have certain requirements for my behavior in…” and here I pretty much convinced myself I was a bull-headed ass, “a position of authority in a work environment.”

“Which do not apply here, sir, at all.”

I sighed in delighted defeat and said, “Yes, you’re right.”

She held my eyes firmly and nodded. “Then yes.” She then smiled and said, “Then please let me help you relieve the last three years.” She looked over at the bedspread and added, “I’m glad he went first. That would have drowned me.”

She stepped in and knelt before me, and I gasped as she took me between her lips. I looked down to watch her suckling leisurely on the head of my cock, and as she worked me slowly into her mouth, she looked up and watched me as her brown hands roamed at will over my pink skin, caressing me to an even higher fever as her tongue played over the head of my cock.

I reached out tentatively to touch her hair, and she nodded and smiled as I caressed her head and gripped her hair. She pulled me into her throat and stroked the two inches of my shaft outside her lips, staring into my eyes as I responded. Too soon I said, “I’m close.” She nodded slightly and held my hips with her hands as my cock started pulsing and throbbing inside her mouth. After about a minute, the first spurt rushed into her, and she began swallowing as her brow furrowed, eyes half shut, cheeks hollowed, then held my hips as I thrust between her lips, hands locked in her hair.

She somehow managed to take all of it, swallowing repeatedly as I flooded into her mouth. She finally pulled back and smiled up at me, and I reached down and helped her stand. “That was perfect,” I said and kissed her. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her breasts pressed into my chest, their flesh squeezing out to the sides, as I ran my hands along her back to the fabric on her haunches and up her sides to feel her breasts. She shook as my fingers tickled her lightly, and her tongue snaked into my mouth, the bitter taste of my cum thick on it, while her lips melted into mine. We stood kissing and embracing, and the realization that even without her shoes she was an inch or two taller than me for some reason excited me greatly. She had the same realization and rose on her tippy toes to tower above me, and for a minute she kissed down onto me as I tilted my head up.

Soon she pulled away to whisper, “My shins can’t take this stretch,” and she crumpled a little into my arms as I was now the one to lean down slightly to kiss her. After several minutes she pulled away to look at me through half-closed eyes, and I said, “Sit on the bed.”

She smiled and said, “Oh, sir, yes sir!”

She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back onto her elbows, looking up at me as I stared at her dark body rising out of her crumpled maid’s outfit bunched at her waist. I knelt before her and pulled her dress down past her hips. My hands shook slightly as she raised her legs to allow me to remove it, and then spread her thighs slightly so that her panties could follow. Her thighs were firm and well-toned, with a thickly furred, well-trimmed mount above them. She watched me as I knelt on the rug before her, her mouth parted as she breathed in and out through it raggedly, and gasped slightly when I pushed her knees apart and lifted them to rest on my shoulders as I leaned forward.

Her outer lips were swollen and a deep dark brown, almost black, between which the folds of her inner lips were just beginning to show themselves. The thick hairs growing on her outer lips were matted with sweat and juices, and she bit her lower lip as I leaned in and began licking her softly. She responded by circling her hips slightly and breathed more heavily as my tongue worked its way into her crevice.

I reached down to spread her labia, exposing her pink center, and after a minute examining her exposed vulva, I licked her inner lips and her clit. I stared fascinated as I explored what was to the touch much like all my previous lovers, but in color so excitingly different.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, you’re beautiful.”

She smiled down at me as I continued lightly touching her soft flesh, exploring its textures and tones. “May I venture to suggest that sir has never had a lover of my rich brown shade of skin?”

I laughed and said, “No, never.”

She laughed suddenly with a rich peal of laughter. “And it would appear that sir is especially taken with his first view of the Promised Land.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Please take your time, then, sir, there’s no rush. I love watching you.”

Her flesh had swollen and opened up to me, and her breathing quickened as I kissed the insides of her thighs, feeling their soft skin over taut muscles, then ran my lips down to the tendons joining at the clit, feeling her hairs thick against my chin and cheeks. I marveled as always at the way the plane of her belly bent to the valley between her thighs; I reached up with my left hand to caress her breasts and play with her nipples, which made her purr with pleasure. Soon I had settled my lips and tongue on her clit as my right fingers stroked her labia vigorously, and when I ran my fingertips inside her, she moaned, “Yes, that’s good, sir.”

In irritation, I muttered, “Dammit, you know my name.”

“Yes, sir, I do.”

I laughed and dove deep, striving to drive her out of her mind and provoke her to cry out my name. She circled hard against my face, and soon I felt her run her hands in my hair, caressing my head, and after a few tentative grips she seized my head and held it in place as she began thrusting vigorously backwards and forwards. My index finger was buried deep inside her as she fucked hard against my mouth, and when she came she moaned, “Oh god, sir, that’s so good.”

After her thighs let my head go, I remained before her, slowly running two fingers inside her where it seemed her G spot was. She looked down at me as I stared into her eyes, her glorious body coming alive again after the exhaustion of her climax, and when her tunnel began responding again I knelt and sucked her anew. She built to a massive climax through a series of small sharp ones, and after ten minutes fucked up hard off the bed, squealing as pulse after pulse squeezed my fingers uncomfortably.

She finally collapsed and held her arms out to me as I rose and lay atop her. She kissed me, sucking my lips and tongue drenched with her fluids without any hesitation, and as I fully hardened she moved to lie lengthwise on the bed. I moved to cover her and she reached down to guide my cock into her as she whispered, “I’m safe,” swept away my last reserve. She thrust up hard as I entered her slowly, soon taking me most of the way inside her, and we settled into the age-old rhythm, her intoxicating brown body accepting me inside and cradling me as I rested on my elbows to watch her face and neck and chest underneath me. She ran her right hand up my chest to my neck and pulled me down to kiss her, thrusting her tongue into my mouth to match my cock thrusting into her stroke for stroke.

Plunging into her cunt drove me wild. It was not just the end of a three-year drought, not even the age-old joy of joining with a new woman and planting my seed deep inside her, not even the sharp attraction and misplaced guilt it aroused that I felt for her warm brown body; this was different than any lovemaking I had ever experienced.

She lolled her head back as I increased the speed of my thrusts, raw desire on her face. Her ironic manner was gone, an urgent. “Fuck me, yes, faster,” or a whispered, “Give me your cock,” pushing me to ride her as fast as I could without losing control and wasting my passion before she came. We made love in this way for ten minutes, driving each other to an insatiable desire to join our bodies as completely as possible.

When her moans quickened and her vagina tightened hard around me, I let myself go and screamed as spurt after spurt of my seed gushed into her spasming loins. Even after my last drops had flowed into her, she continued fucking up hard against me; I stayed still except to push against her in tandem, and after another twenty seconds or so she gave a last squeal and collapsed.

When she had gotten her breath back, she whispered, “Craig, that was incredible.”

Mollified, I said, “You were incredible.”

She giggled, “Yes, I was.”

We laughed and she curled up inside my arms as we lay there, me on my side and her mostly on her back, and she looked at me lazily as I ran my hands all over her soft body, marveling in the texture and firmness and color of her skin. Squeezing her breasts, I kissed her, and she moved so as to lie on her side facing me. She caressed my face and smiled at me, and as she ran her fingers through my hair she said quietly, “I can tell you like black women, yes?”

I said, “This again?”

She smiled, “Yes. You said so before, and you admitted it again just now. You were incredible. And you’ve already gotten hard again just looking at me, just playing with my breasts, after all, we’ve already done. That might just be your three-year drought, but I don’t think so. I can tell you’re already on fire for me again. Admit it, lover.”

I looked at her for several seconds and said, “Well, yes, sort of. I guess.”

She nodded. “Why?”

“Why?” She nodded again and watched me thinking. “Because of high school.” Her eyes widened slightly and she smiled to encourage me. “My high school was mostly black. So when I hit puberty…”

She chuckled, “I see.”

“Most of the pretty girls, and almost all the smart and witty ones, were black.”

“Ah, and you never did anything?”

“I was too shy. And probably too boring.”

She laughed and continued, “We all grow up differently.”

We kissed and caressed each other, and finally, I gave in to my worried curiosity and asked, “So John knew about this.”

“Yes.”

“Have you two been lovers?”

“Yes.”

“What does Maureen think of that, her husband fucking the maid?”

She sighed and said, “We’ve misled you slightly about the nature of my stay here. I do the cooking and housecleaning because I have lots of free time, and those two couldn’t do more in the kitchen than boil water, and they’d probably even burn that. They do pay me some for that, and that’s only fair. But, well, mainly I’m their partner. When they need another woman. They usually don’t, because they’re very devoted to each other, but I usually spend one night a week with John, one night a couple of nights later with Maureen, and sometimes with both.”

I pondered this and finally said, “Well, I feel less…unease about making love to you then. But it still feels wrong somehow.”

She looked puzzled, “Wrong? How? We’re all adults, and we’re in full agreement.”

“I don’t know. But, for instance, how do you advertise for that position? It doesn’t seem like a legally kosher sort of job interview.”

She laughed loudly and said, “There are informal channels. The interview, as you call it, was two weeks of intense dating as we got to know each other, and finally, after one long day we ended up in a tangle on the floor and worked out all the lust we’d stored up over two weeks. We set up…our current household the next day.”

“So…”

“So, I can see that the thought of John being ravished by two beautiful black women has you ready to burst, or could it be the thought that you will be? Roll over, sir.”

I muttered, “'Sir' again?” as she chuckled and settled herself onto my hips. I looked down to see her hairy mount lowering onto me, the cleft between her thighs barely visible as it swallowed my cock. She rose again, her inner lips slick and tight like a brown sheath around my shaft, and after she settled herself at her preferred angle, she put my hands on her hips and rested her hands on my shoulders.

She worked back and forth in a leisurely rhythm, her heavy breasts swinging seductively above me as her thick black lips rode along my pink shaft like a sheath as she rose, then disappeared along with my cock as she plunged down to take me as deep within her belly as she could. She looked down and said, “I love watching you watch me. You can’t get enough of seeing me, can you?”

“No.”

“All your high school dreams finally coming true.”

“Yes.”

“And now you have one woman who wants you passionately.”

“Yes.”

“Giving you all of herself, letting you come inside her in any way your little heart desires.”

“God yes.”

“Sucking your cock and swallowing every drop of your hot white cum.”

I whimpered in pleasured memory, and she whispered, “And I’ll do it again too, any time you want, lover, you only have to ask.”

I groaned and she continued, “And who lets you play with her pussy any time you want. Spreads her legs for you so you can see every little part of her. Opens herself to your wonderful mouth so you can taste her lust.”

I nodded as I stared up at her moving above me. “And who would do anything to feel your beautiful pink cock inside her. Feel you losing yourself inside her, and your heated rush when you pound into her and bury your seed in her and thrust up inside her to the hilt. Oh god,” she moaned, “I’m coming.”

I thrust up into her as she pounded hard onto me, and as she ground her clit into my hips I spurted into her again and groaned as she tightened around me and roared in release. Finally, she collapsed on me, and she raised her head and kissed me and whispered, “And all of that is just perfect, because I like white men myself.”

I laughed as she smiled and kissed my neck, and after a moment I looked down at her and asked, “And why is that?”

She chuckled, “The first man who ever went down on me was white. All the others I’ve been with since have done so too. It doesn’t take much to win my devotion, just a talented tongue, and lips. And respect. And a good wit doesn’t hurt.”

I laughed and she added, “Really, any man who goes down on me is aces in my book, and black or white, it’s all good. But that first time, it did make an impression. I guess you could say I’m especially receptive to it.”

She lay on my chest and looked up into my eyes, and after a while, I said, “Well, with me it’s more like, oh, if she’s black, pretty, and smart, I’m primed for her; it really turns my head.”

“But you never acted on it?”

“I didn’t have too many opportunities, and when I did I was afraid of, well, things going really badly.”

She looked at me and finally nodded, and I asked, “Will you do one thing for me?”

She looked at me closely and replied cautiously after a long pause, “It depends.”

“Stay here. Don’t leave before morning.”

She smiled happily and said, “Gladly, sir.”

“And if you wake up before me, wake me up before you go.”

“Yes! Of course!”

She reached down to feel my cock and said with a chuckle, “Let’s wash up before we turn the light out. It looks like we still have a lot of your lust to work out before morning, and I do so want to sixty-nine with you.”

We washed up quickly and she lay back on the bed as I turned the light out. In the darkness, we settled ourselves on our sides mouth to crotch until we were close. She pushed me onto my back and crouched on my face, and after she came hard against it she worked me into her throat and nursed me to a last climax. We curled up with her in my arms and soon fell asleep.

In the morning I woke facing the wall, spooned against her with her arms and legs wrapped tight around me, her breasts squeezed softly and tantalizingly against my back. I lay there happily until an itch in my side made me twist around to scratch it, waking her up. She smiled when she came fully awake and saw where she was, and I whispered, “You did stay.”

“Of course I did. Right here.”

“It’s about eight.”

She nodded. “I should go make coffee soon.”

“You should, yes.”

“Quite right, sir.”

“That will be good after a hot shower for my tired muscles. You gave me a real workout last night.”

“The pleasure was mutual, sir.”

I sighed, “You do know my name.”

“Yes sir, I do,” she smiled broadly.

“You are incorrigible.”

She chuckled and said, “I should go, but let me say goodbye.”

She pushed me back and reached over to the tube of lube on the nightstand. She oiled up her breasts and my soon-hard cock, and as she wrapped it in the soft flesh of her breasts, she asked, “Were any of your girlfriends as big as me?”

“No, not quite.”

She chuckled at my fixed fevered stare at the head of my cock poking out of the top of her cleavage with each pass, and as I squeezed her tits tight around me she said, “I’ll bet you never had tits so perfect.”

“Never.”

“You want to coat my brown skin with your white cum, don’t you?”

I moaned raggedly, “Yes.”

 “Do it then. Give me your cum all over me.”

The lust in her eyes pushed me over the edge, and I sprayed heavily as she devoured me with her eyes. Drops shot onto her neck and chin and ears, up into her hair, and all over her breasts. She licked my cock clean and said, “Good morning, Craig. See you at breakfast. You owe me an orgasm afterwards, so don’t think your work is done, sir. You will receive instructions as needed.” She wiped her fingers on a handkerchief and picked up her clothes.

She turned to wave bye with a sweet smile and opened the door just as a knock sounded on it, and she said, “Good morning, sir.”

“Cut that out.”

“Yes, sir.”

John’s frustrated groan made us both laugh, and she stepped back so John could look in. He looked closely at Melissa’s breasts and she smiled, “I do hope sir likes my pearls this morning.”

“Very impressive.”

“As impressive as the pearls you gave him last night.”

“Was it what you hoped?”

“It was incredible. Thanks for letting me watch.”

“You’re welcome. If you want to repay me properly, you’ll have a cup of coffee ready for me in five minutes.”

“Poor sir,” she said pouting at me, “he never can operate the coffee maker.”

“You’re the coffee maker in this household, and yes, I do have trouble getting you to do what I want. But we love you anyway.”

“Coffee will be ready in five minutes. I have to shower after that.”

“Of course.”

After she passed John and out of sight, he came in and said, “I gather congratulations are in order.” I smiled crazily and he added, “I knew something would happen, but it was a pleasant surprise seeing she stayed the night.”

“I asked her to.”

“Our dear maid seems to have made a conquest.”

“I wish you would at least pretend that the conquest was mine.”

He laughed, “I’m afraid Melissa is not to be conquered by anyone. She does what she will and who she wants, and the rest of us just stand aside and watch the spectacle, and if we’re lucky she doesn’t make too much fun of us.”

“She watched the spectacle last night.”

“Yes, she’s wanted to see two men together a long time. I was happy to oblige her. I suspected she would ravish you afterwards and leave you unable to move.”

“Speaking of which, shouldn’t the coffee be ready soon?”

He laughed and said, “Right you are.”