Maids R Us
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I was at my gym working out on a Thursday morning when I ran into Mike. Mike grew up in the house directly behind mine. He was twenty years old and had just finished his sophomore year of college. He has a full ride scholarship as a linebacker at a Division II school. He is six-feet, five-inches, two hundred forty-five pounds, and all muscle. He kept his head completely shaven claiming it made him “high speed - low drag”.
I couldn’t help but watch him. His workout was brutal. Well, he also looked good, too. He was even better looking than his father.
My mind began to wander. My husband, whom I love dearly, had been out of town for a week and wouldn’t be home for a week more. Too be honest, I was horny. About three years ago Mike's dad, Carl, and I had a one night fling after a neighborhood bash. Both of our spouses were out of town. We had flirted heavily for a couple of years and at the party one thing led to another and the next thing I knew I was waking up naked in Carl’s bed.
He had the most amazing hard-on and I had a choice. I could either sneak out embarrassed or own what had happened. Well, it was an incredible cock, so I owned it and started sucking it. Carl woke up, flipped me onto my back, and plunged as he drove it right in.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Mike letting his dad know he was heading to school for Saturday practice. From the sound of his voice he had no clue that I was there. Carl and I spent the next two hours fucking since now we were sure we had the house to ourselves. We never hooked up again. It had been incredible but we were too good of friends with each other’s spouses.
As I watched Mike I wondered if his cock was as beautiful as his dad's, or better! Mike was more nicely built, taller and heavier, too. Even though I was looking at him I was too engrossed in my lewd thoughts to realize he was looking at me and smiling. Finally I blushed and waved.
My knees got weak when he stopped doing his planks and walked towards me. As he neared he made no effort to hide the fact he was looking me up and down. My workout outfit wasn’t exactly modest. A low cut sports bra, tight yoga shorts, and tennies. All he had on was shorts and a bit too small tank top which was drenched in sweat.
Grinning at me he said, “Hi, Mrs P. You are looking good!” Still looking me up and down. Mostly down, as I am only five-feet, four-inches.
I do work to keep my figure fit at 36DD-28-34 and one hundred thirty-four pounds. Apparently he thought so as well. I was a bit intimidated by his grinning inspection and looked down. The tent in his shorts told me not only was he more endowed than his father but he liked what he saw. I had to get control of things or this could get embarrassing.
“How is college going? I hear from your folks you're going to start next year?”
We talked about that for a bit, then went on to his classes. The whole time he still had the grin on his face. It was not a goofy grin. It was more of the grin of a predator assessing his prey. That not only made me a bit uncomfortable but I also realized I liked it.
He began to comment on how good I looked, I countered with asking about all the co-eds that must be chasing him. “None of them excite me. I don’t like girls, I like women!” Danger sirens went off in my head. My mind was telling me to change the subject as my libido was revving up.
“Aren't your folks in Belize on vacation?”
“Yea they are... They get back Sunday, and that is kind of a problem, The house is a bit of a mess. Don’t tell them but I had a few friends over and we had a small party. Nothing outlandish but the basement party room is a bit of a disaster. Can I ask a favor and have you help me clean it please?”
Mike has always been intelligent and well spoken. Polite and respectful, not counting the look of a hungry wolf he was wearing right now, so as a result I could not say no.
“Let me finish my workout, get cleaned up, and I will meet you at your house. After, I will take you to dinner.”
“Thank you, but I will owe you big time, so how does this sound? Let me help you with your workout and after the cleanup I will buy us a pizza. The Cubs are playing the Cardinals tonight. I know what a fan you are, and me as well. Pizza, beer, and baseball.”
I was going to point out he was underage but let that go. My favorite pitcher on the Cubs was starting, and as much as I love the Cubs, I hate the Cardinals. “Deal.”
Before I realized it I was drenched in sweat and groaning. He was working me harder than any trainer I had ever had. A combination of flattery, flirting, cajoling, challenging and even daring me to push myself. He was pretty free with his hands helping me, which was not helping my moral compass to keep my growing lust repressed.
Finally, I just wanted to show him I could do better at something just to wipe that grin off his face. I challenged him to a planking contest; first one to drop was the loser. “I don’t know, Mrs P. That isn’t something we really work on.”
I had him, so I teased him about being chicken. “We can even make it a bet. If I win, you can come over and wash my car tomorrow.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Okay, if I win you have to wear a maid's uniform and clean the basement while I watch. Or are you chicken?”
Caught by my own cleverness, as well as the fact I didn’t want to lose, I agreed.
Well, I lost and I lost big. I tried to get some dignity back and blurted out, “Okay, but you have to get the uniform.” Then I smiled at him.
We agreed to meet at his house in two hours. I kissed him on the cheek and headed to have a steam, then shower. I was incredibly sore and a steam always helps me. While in the steam room, I shut my eyes and relaxed. I drifted off. The happily married wife let down her guard and the next thing I knew I was rubbing myself, having a flashback to the night with Carl, except it wasn’t Carl. it was Mike. Feeling guilty I stopped.
At the appointed time I let myself in the back porch door and called for Mike. He told me to head into the den, saying my uniform was on the couch. When I entered and saw it I gasped. He had gone all out.
The actual dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. Even before putting it on I knew almost the entire top half of my heavy but firm breasts would be exposed. I just hoped the dress would be long enough to cover my ass, but wasn’t going to bet on it. In addition there was a braless corset/garter cincher. Black silk seamed stockings, a G-string, and five inch stiletto heels.
The part of me that was Mike's mother's best friend was screaming that this was NOT a good idea. But the sex loving, lonely part just laughed. Biting my lower lip I started to dress. I did promise myself that all I would do was wear this for him.
Once dressed I was very aware that not only were the garter straps showing but so was the very bottom of my ass cheeks. I will say, I did look hot. I headed to the basement.
Mike was already down there organizing it. I was relieved to see nothing was broken or stained, just messy. When he turned and saw me my heart (and pussy) fluttered. The predatory smile came back on his face. Blushing, I started to clean. Mike went and sat down on the couch and watched me.
I admitted to myself I was having fun. I liked this young Ebony God watching me. I really began to work it, bending over, letting him see my firm tight ass. I do work hard at keeping it that way. I want my husband to be proud of me and I do like the attention. Crawling around on all fours picking things up, it was obvious by his lap tent he liked it too. I was so wet.
It did take almost two hours to clean. I have to admit I was sore, both from the workout before and now the cleaning. When I finished I turned to look at Mike and was shocked! He had his cock out and was stroking it! It was HUGE!
As I stared, he spoke. “I know about you and my dad. I saw you two come home drunk. I could hear you from my room.” Slowly stroking that black, baseball bat cock. "When I said was going to practice I didn’t have practice. I hid and watched you two fuck all around the house. My dad knew it, too!”
His grin went from the hunter enjoying the chase to the hunter knowing his prey was his! "He told me to watch, that nothing fit on black cock better than firm, rich, white, married MILF! Ever since then I've been awaiting this day. Deep down, you have too, haven’t you?”
I found myself nodding yes. “Now, why don’t you crawl over here and suck my black cock like you were born to.”
Things blurred as I found myself on all fours crawling to him, going between his long, thick legs, my mouth homing in on that wonderful cock. Next thing I knew I was working it into my throat.
“Oh, fuck yes. This is why I like women and not girls! You know you're here to be used!”
That talk really turns me on. He was his father's son. I'm very talented with my mouth and managed to work most of it in. Then I started bobbing up and down on him, one hand stroking him while the other played with his balls. “Fuck, yes. Those college bimbos don’t know to pay attention to my balls. Oh, yes, go bitch, go!”
When he called me bitch an involuntary groan erupted. “You like that, don’t you bitch?” I moaned that I did.
I knew what he wanted next even if he didn’t. I let that massive cock pop out of my mouth. I ran my tongue down the bottom vein and when I arrived at his balls I opened up and took them in, massaging them with my tongue.
In a deep basso growl he let out, “Fuck, bitch, Dad said you were the most talented slut he ever had!” I was not only not upset, but aroused by that.
I was almost ready to explode and he had done nothing to me yet. His hands found my head and fingers wove into my hair. I kept stroking him as I sucked his balls.
A few minutes of this and he pulled me off his balls and put his cock back in my mouth, taking control. He began to fuck himself using my mouth to do it. Letting go, I kept fucking him with my mouth. His long arms pushed his hands down my back. One lifted my already short maid skirt as the other hooked the G-string. With his extraordinary strength, a quick jerk, and a yelp from me it was off.
“You won't be needing this!” Then with the smooth grace of a trained athlete, simultaneously pulling me off his cock and pushing me over, we rolled backwards. My legs splayed out to either side of him. Still in one motion he lined his cock expertly up with my shaven pussy and entered. I almost blacked out from the intensity of the feeling.
“You're too biggg!” I screamed.
Chuckling, he pinned both my hands over my head with one powerful arm and continued to enter me. I couldn't take it. I exploded, cumming harder than I ever had before!
“God damn it! Oooh, fuuuck!” He didn’t let up, pushing farther in. I couldn't even speak, I was groaning mindlessly, having spasms on him. His free hands pressed my breasts and kneaded them roughly.
“Damn, Mrs P, your pussy is so fucking tight. God damn, you feel good!” He started pumping slowly then picking up the pace. “God. You're better than Dad said!”
“Fuck me, baby, fuck meee! You're better than your dad, oh god, fuck me!” Obliging me he started pumping harder and faster.
I came again. Not bothering to pull out he pulled my left leg up over his head putting me on my right side and kept pumping me. He switched holding my hands still pinned over my head and his left hand started groping my ass. Suddenly he inserted his thumb into my asshole. Using his thumb as a hook he guided me up onto all fours and kept fucking. I felt my maid's outfit being unzipped, my breasts coming free. Suddenly he spanked my ass.
“You like that, bitch, don’t you. Fucked and spanked like a dog.”
“Come on baby, do it harder!” SMACK. Mike was pumping fast. I felt him tensing and a moment later he exploded into my pussy, filling me!
He was still hard as he pulled out. I was panting.
“Stand up, Mrs P. Take that outfit off. Let me see the lingerie.”
Slowly I staggered to my feet. I wanted nothing more at the moment than to do what my young lover told me to do. I wiggled the outfit over my hips, letting it fall.
He patted the couch next to him for me to join him. “Time for first pitch.”
I was stunned. We had been fucking for an hour.
“Double cheese and sausage?” I laughed and nodded at him.
He played with his phone. I assumed he was ordering it. About thirty minutes later the doorbell rang.
“Go get it, Mrs P,” handing me a five dollar bill,. “I paid on line. Here's his tip. Unless you're too chicken to answer and give him a thrill?”
I was still super horny. The orgasms had only made me more horny. I smiled with an 'am not' look and got up to go answer the door. My bronze tanned breasts were out, bare, and my sore pussy was exposed.
I opened the door and there was another well-built black kid. Holding a pizza he sized me up as I did him. I held out the five. Instead of taking it he just walked by me and headed to the basement.
I chased after him. “Wait!” He just laughed.
“Mike, you here?” I stopped in my tracks, confused.
I heard them greeting each other in the basement. Determined to find out what the hell was going on, I headed downstairs. Mike and the other kid were sitting on either end of the couch drinking beer and holding pizza.
“Mrs P, meet my teammate, Tyrone.”
Tyrone grinned. “She's as hot as your Dad said. I assume you fucked her already?”
“She took it and wanted more. Fucking her was better than any bimbo at school. Mrs P, come on over. Let Tyrone see you. Hell sit on his lap!”
I didn't hesitate to obey him. His hands explored my body and I loved it. His finger fucked my ass for a bit, making me squirm all over his lap.
“I love rich, white, married bitches.”
“Well, baby, I am your bitch then,” and I kissed him hard.
I then slid between them. I realized I was starving, but not for pizza. I learned Tyrone was a Cardinal fan. My inner slut breaking free I got back on my knees.
“I don’t want anyone to feel left out. So here are the rules. When the Cubs are batting I suck Mike. Cardinals, Tyrone. Between innings, whoever I just sucked eats me. Whoever's team wins gets to fuck my ass. I assume you boys have the stamina for that?” Everyone was in agreement!
I really worked Tyrone since he was one orgasm behind Mike. He shot down my throat in the sixth inning. Around and around we went. I was so turned on I came every time. I was exhausted but kept going. In the end, the Cardinals won.
Tyrone put me on all fours with my head between Mike's legs. Without asking he fucked my pussy to lube his cock up. Then dipping his fingers into my sopping pussy he rubbed my ass. “Get ready, my white bitch!”
To be honest, Tyrone was smaller than Mike and I was a bit relieved. I barely handled Mike in my pussy. In Tyrone's defense, he still was bigger than most. I moved forward enough so I could take Mike in my mouth, grinning at him.
“You're a Cubs fan so you get me all night if you want me.” I couldn’t say anymore as Tyrone pushed forward into me.
Mouth full of cock, mumbling incoherently was all I could do. The two soon got in a rhythm and I was their happy, slutty, white bitch. We spent the next hour fucking in so many different combos I have no clue the number of my orgasms. I mainly remember the double penetration when Mike was in my cunt and Tyrone kept ramming my ass. Every time I felt I couldn’t go on they just kept fucking. We all passed out on the floor. They were naked, I was in my lingerie. When I awoke I saw Mike lying on his back, his cock hard and sticking up like a flag pole.
“Like father like son!” I got on all fours and crawled over to take it in my mouth...
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Introduction I have been an anonymous reader of stories on this site for a long time and have really wanted to try and be a contributor. But I’m afraid my imagination isn’t as developed as many of the really good writers here. So for the past few months I’m very writing a story that is pretty much autobiographical. It probably isn’t as good or as adult as most entries here. But it has the benefit of having taken place. A couple of other notes… First, since it was so long I...
Introduction I have been an anonymous reader of stories on this site for a long time and have really wanted to try and be a contributor. But I’m afraid my imagination isn’t as developed as many of the really good writers here. So for the past few months I’m very writing a story that is pretty much autobiographical. It probably isn’t as good or as adult as most entries here. But it has the benefit of having taken place. A couple of other notes… First, since it...
ReluctanceThe Bet By RogerGirl Lainey and Ken entered the party and looked around. To the partygoers, they appeared as a hot couple of twenty-one year olds. Lainey was wearing a short tight minidress that showed off her long legs, firm ass, thin waist, and a generous amount of cleavage. Her face was expertly made up and her brown hair was long and styled to accentuate her features and frame her face. She was wearing a pair of six inch open toed heels and she was carrying a small purse in her...
Jeff had worked at the local pizza joint for a few years and had made a few friends. He had grown closest to Billy who was into gambling. Billy introduced Jeff to poker, craps and all sorts of table games. Billy had hosted a few trips to Vegas and eventually Jeff was a fan gambling but preferred table games. Jeff was too scared to make any major bets at the casinos, but when he played with Billy we was never too scared to double or nothing. He didnt feel the pressure of reality when playing...
“Hurry up,” Johnny shouted up at me.“I am going as fast as I can,” I shouted down the stairs. “What's the big deal?”One of his co-workers was coming to our apartment to watch a football game. I didn't see the big deal.“He's always on time,” Johnny said.As he looked himself in the mirror for the three-hundredth time, I came down the stairs. Staring at him, I shook my head at him.“Come here,” I said. I always had to straighten his hair, it was always a mess.“You're wearing that?” he asked.“Yeah,”...
InterracialKelle was fucked! Figuratively not literally. She had lost a bet. A huge bet. She had been out of the police academy for only six weeks and Kelle was desperate to fit in. Therefore, when a group of officers, all men, had invited her for drinks after shift, she had jumped at the chance. Now she regretted it. Big time! After far too many drinks, they had suggested a game. It was a simple dice game that every bar used to have. In addition, Kelle was good at it, or she thought she was. After a few...
ReluctanceMy husband is the one who got me started. Though I would never admit to anyone other than my husband that I read these stories and that they excite me, I never dreamed that I would be writing one.Truthfully the only reason that this whole thing happened and I am now documenting it, is because of my loosing a bet with my husband.Without giving too much of myself away, I will tell you that I have been with my husband for 24 years, I am 48 years old, and we have 2 grown sons, 18 and 20 years...
The Bet Prologue The envelope was unexciting. At first glance, the plain white exterior looked like it might be from the bank, or a sales company. Most likely it was just a bill, demanding money as such things do. On a closer inspection, however, the multitude of stamps on the front would reveal that this envelope had flown across the Atlantic from England. It definitely wasn’t a bill. The young woman who picked it up from the mailbox casually flicked her hair out of her eyes as she glanced at...
"How about that guy?"My girlfriend was pointing at a guy walking up to the door of the rest area. I'd lost a bet, and she takes paying off bets very seriously. I'd bet her that she couldn't get me off by giving me a blowjob in less than 10 minutes. I was so sure I'd win. See...she'd given me lots of blowjobs. And don't get me wrong, they all felt great! But I'd never come from one unless I sort of 'helped'. That is, if I thought about certain extra-kinky fantasies, or if I talked dirty to her,...
The Bet By Cassandra Morgan Hers was the perfect face. The dancing eyes. The plump, but not obscene, lips. The way the bangs of her blonde hair danced on her forehead. The white teeth. The dimples. Above all else, that heart-capturing smile Lauren Howard stood in the living room of the Kempers, still as beautiful as the day we were married. When she was around, no one noticed the other women in the room. There was just Lauren. She was the star of the show, the one whose eyes you...
[Netzfund] Wieso liegt Abou in Mami's BettbyAmelung©Abouadi John Obote, oder Abou, wie er stets nur genannt wurde, war während eines dreiwöchigen Namibia-Urlaubs unser liebenswerter, lustiger und immer gutgelaunter Barkeeper im jugendlichen Alter. Der smarte Afrikaner aus Windhuk sollte jedoch einige Wochen später unser bislang so geordnetes Familienleben vollständig auf den Kopf stellen...Anmerken sollte ich vielleicht noch, dass diese Reise nach Namibia unsere erste Fernreise war, die wir als...
“You’re an idiot,” Karen said, shaking her head and looking away from her husband. “How in the hell is going to a horse race a date night?” “It’ll be great!” Greg said excitedly. “You can get dressed up, they have good food, it’s just like going out to dinner but with something extra!” “Yeah, something extra. You gambling away all our money. Again.” It stung but was true; Greg loved to gamble but was quite bad at it. Poker, slots, sports, any time money could be wagered Greg was there to do...
YOU BET by Throne and C.C. Cecil's wife Bette came home in a state of amused agitation. She looked down at him from her superior height, over the hills of her watermelon boobs, and said, "Ceece, you won't believe what happened with Dara and me. She made this crazy dare and I took her up on it. And then I got her back with one of my own. Here's what's going on." He was more interested in the slim chance of going to bed with her. It had been way too long, at least since she had...
Jasmine becomes a slave part 1 Chapter 1 The betRacheal was going to the B&D party at Shelia’s that Monday night and was picking out her outfit. She selected the black leather cat suit that hugged her body and while it covered her, it allowed everyone to know she had a hot body. Shelia was a fellow Domme and was the area’s leading supplier of fetish gear, from clothes to dungeon items and all of her parties were events not to be missed as she loved to demonstrate new items on her slaves. As...
She's sitting at her favorite table by the front window, her back to the wall, so she has a clear view of the room. She is carefully nibbling an almond croissant with her coffee, reading a book. She is probably around thirty, but presents herself as older. She has quite a pretty face made dour by the absence of any make-up. Her hair is a nice medium brown with some natural red toning, pulled tightly back in a workday bun. Her only jewelry is a thin gold chain around a first-class neck. Her...
Lesbian"It's time to wake up now."With just those six words, I regained the ability to open my eyes. Regained? I guess that's not the right word. I'd only just dozed off—nothing more."Well, how do you feel?" The hypnotist grinned at me. I didn't see why he was grinning, though. He was a friend of mine. His name was Kyle and he liked to think he was a master when it came to hypnosis. I guess in a sense he was. I did get into a trance, after all—well, I did if that's what you call falling asleep from...
Bikini Beach: The Bet By Julie Butch sat at the bar of his favorite club, looking around for any likely targets. He was a predator, although he didn't think of himself in that light. He stood 6'3" and weighed around 225. He thought of himself as being 'buff'. He worked out regularly because he liked the high he got off of the endorphins that the body produced during an extended workout. It was almost as good as sex. He never had any problems finding a sexual partner. One of...
At school, I was on the wrestling squad. I wasn’t exactly stocky, but well-built. Apart from wrestling, I also dabbled in martial arts and boxing. The latter was not my forte and didn’t come to me naturally, because my foot and hand speed were never quite up to scratch. But when it came to grappling, I was able to hold my own.I was also not the greatest student and settled for a trade after leaving high school. I chose the electrical route. Two years after school, I had completed my trade and I...
Gay MaleKalie was already pissed at David, they had argued earlier in the day about coming out tonight. The two had been dating since their sophomore year of high school and had been nearly inseparable since. It was now the start of their second semester at college, they had gone to the same school in Colorado. The two were from Nebraska and the school had been a compromise, Kalie wanted to get out away from home but David wanted to be near his parents. Now they were a short drive away but at least...
I was bored, watching a bad porn movie on cable TV when the phone rang. "Hello." "Whatcha doing, playing with yourself again," my step-daughter Teresa asked me. "Funny," I answered. "Isn't that what you do most of the day?" Teresa was 20, a cute, top-heavy bottle-blonde with several piercings and tattoos and one of those tongue studs, and she worked as a repair dispatcher for the cable TV company. Thanks to her connections I got great service and the fastest Internet service possible, and at a...
TabooSybian and Venus Racing –4 Couples and The Bet.I fancy a chance of fucking any of my mate’s wives. All six are sexy in different ways. So after a drunken night out we boys all agreed to find a way to swap partners for a night…….. but how?I told my wife about our drunken agreement while I was in the bath the following day. Not to my surprise she said that she was up for it. She moves close to the bath and places my hand on her pussy and as I slip a finger in its obvious that she’s highly...
It all started as a simply little bet. It was one of those bets where we were both 100% sure that we were right. Sound familiar? First the bet was for $5, then she upped it to $20 and I upped it to $50. That’s when things got interesting. She said “I know you’re wrong but if you win, I’ll do anything you want me to do, but if I win, you have to do anything I want you to do - anything at all!”This did not intimidate me in the slightest as I was so sure I was right. “OK, I’ll take that bet.”Less...
Kalie was already pissed at David, they had argued earlier in the day about coming out tonight. The two had been dating since their sophomore year of high school and had been nearly inseparable since. It was now the start of their second semester at college, they had gone to the same school in Colorado. The two were from Nebraska and the school had been a compromise, Kalie wanted to get out away from home but David wanted to be near his parents. Now they were a short drive away but at least...
Cherry was the perfect name for ripe innocence, at 18 and her last year in high school had taken a bet from several of the other girls. She had always done wild and crazy things and had always won every bet she had ever taken. Thinking this latest one would be no different! The bet was that she had to go to the Rusty Dyke a notorious lesbian bar that had a reputation for catering to the meanest Bull Dyke's that one could imagine. She was to act like she was a young lesbian bottom and kiss...
Nearly everyone has a sexual fantasy that they would love to act on sometime in their life. Unfortunately for some, it never becomes reality. There are many different reasons, ranging from having fear or hesitation, to fantasizing about someone they can’t have, or the situation just never presents itself. This is a story of one such fantasy. Hope you enjoy! It was a Friday evening and I was on my way to meet my usual group of friends. The eight of us had been friends since high school, and we...
CrossdressingThe Bet by Laura Brooks I can pinpoint the day this all started. It was a chilly, Sunday afternoon in early December. A light rain was falling outside and Carol (my wife) and I had built a cozy fire in the fireplace. She was sitting on one of the couch, her legs curled up beneath her reading and sipping a glass of wine and I was sitting at the other watching the Giants begin to give away a 21 point lead to the Eagles. Carol stood up and stretched, heading toward the...