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Gary's Golf Outing Chapter 17 -- Four Maids A-milking I woke bright and early on Saturday morning, did my daily routine in the bathroom, plus I gave myself an enema. I shaved twice, shaved my balls and the stubble under my arms, some stray hairs on my legs and some peach fuzz on my chest. I had to glue my new falsies on my chest and I didn't want any hairs hanging onto them when I tried to take them off. I pulled the red panties up my legs, followed by my tan slacks and a dark golf shirt. I just hoped no one noticed my fake boobs. I would wait until I got to Kimberly's and Christie's place to put on my new corset and gaff and my make-up so they could help me. I slipped into my loafers, made sure I had everything I needed in my bag and went to my car with one hand in my pocket. I curled the one carrying the bag so my painted nails didn't show. The girls buzzed me into their condo and I was just in time to join them for coffee. I showed them the jar of Betty's Beauty Balm and told them what I intended to do with it. They laughed and thought it was a great idea but they were a little disappointed that it was already on the market. When we had finished our bagels and coffee we went into the bedroom to get dressed for our big day as maids or whatever. Christie was wearing the pink uniform, Kimberly was wearing the black, and I was wearing the red one. We helped one another getting into our corsets, with much grunting and groaning, while helping ourselves to a few appreciated feels of tits, cocks and asses. They laced mine until I could hardly breathe but it really narrowed my waist. Christie and Kimberly did their own makeup and both of them looked terrific. Christie helped me with mine and did an incredible job of making me look feminine. Kimberly rolled my stockings up my legs and played with my cock and ass while straightening the seams. Each stocking had four garters, two in front and two in back, so it took a little longer to get them adjusted. My cock was sticking straight out now and she said, "Damn! Now I'll have to suck you off to get this thing into your gaff." I knew she wasn't serious about not wanting to suck me off, so I said, "I'm sure Christie will do it." "Like hell she will," she said as she dropped to her knees and began to suck as only she can. It wasn't long before I filled her mouth with my warm semen. She stood up, tilted my head back and squeezed my cheeks until my mouth opened. She got very close to my mouth and began to slowly drip my cum into my mouth. I enjoyed sharing it with her and we both smiled and swallowed the savory syrup. She licked the residue cum off my shrunken schlong and put it into the gaff, pulled it between my legs and snapped it to the back of my corset. She licked her lips and said, "Okay, let's get these shoes on you." She picked up one of the red sandals I had recently bought at Betty's Boutique and slipped my foot into it. My red toenails looked very sexy. I stood up and Kimberly helped me put on the white blouse with puffy sleeves. She held the sexy petty-coats while I stepped into them. Then she pulled the red uniform up and slipped the bib straps over my shoulders. She fluffed the skirt and the petty-coats to make them stand out. Then she put the frilly white apron around my waist and tied the big bow in the back. She put the brown wig that I had worn last week to the blackout party and the golf outing, adjusted it and gave it a few brushings. She finished the job with white maid's cap and a pair of clip-on earrings and I was ready to go. Kimberly and I helped Christie with her uniform, then Christie and I helped Kimberly with hers, and we were all ready to go by 11:30. Kimberly said, "Wait a minute. We have plenty of time and we have to practice how to curtsy." "Why," I asked innocently. "Because we have to curtsy to these cunt or we'll catch hell." So we spent the next 15 minutes practicing how to curtsy. It wasn't as hard to do as I thought it would be. We could have walked to Amy's condo but we drove the 1/4 mile in Kimberly's car. We thought three beautiful women in French maid uniforms might be a little conspicuous. Christie rang the bell and a voice said, "Who is it?" When we identified ourselves, the voice said, "Come to the back door, please." We looked at one another puzzlingly. "Was that a man's voice?" Kimberly whispered. Christie said, "It sounded like a man trying to sound like a woman." "Now who would want to do that?" Kimberly giggled. "Let's go find out," I said, and we walked to the back of the condo. We tried the door but it was locked. We rang the bell and the same voice asked the same question. When we said who we were, we were buzzed in. The apartment was above the garage so we had to walk up the stairs in our ridiculously high heels to the kitchen. We were greeted by a tall woman in a lavender French maid uniform like ours. She was wearing high heels and must have been six feet tall or more in stocking feet. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect teeth. She introduced herself as Barbie and shook our hands as we introduced ourselves. She held my hand longer and firmer than the others and looked directly into my eyes and smiled. I could swear I saw her blush through her makeup. Could it be? No, it couldn't. But her husky voice repeated, "Gabrielle?" and I said, "Yes. Bob?" He said, "Oh shit" under his breath, like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He pulled me into his arms and gave me a big, wet kiss. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my stomach just like it did when we were dancing last week. The timing wasn't good because Amy walked into the kitchen as we were embracing. "What the fuck's going on here?" she bellowed as she punched Bob/Barbie in the arm and almost knocked both of us off our high heels. "Your job is to tell these bitches what they're supposed to do, not try to get into their panties. I'll deal with you two after lunch. Now get the table set in the dining room before my guests start to arrive." The elderly chef was taking all of this in while trying her best to keep her mind on her cooking. She smiled at us as Amy left the kitchen and Barbie introduced her to us as Mrs. Sweeney. Barbie told us we were only allowed to speak when spoken to and we had to address Amy and her guests as "Miss" and their names, and answer questions with "Yes Ma'am" or "No Ma'am." "And don't forget to curtsy or you'll get your asses spanked." She showed us where the dining utensils were and Christie, Kimberly and I set the table. Christie laid out the china, Kimberly put out the crystal and I placed the napkins and silverware beside each place setting while Amy ? Miss Amy--watched closely. Miss Amy took me by the arm to the parlor. "I didn't mean to shout at you. I guess I was a little jealous when I saw you kissing Bob. Like I was when I saw you giving him a blow job last week. Did he go down on you that night?" I shook my head no and she said, "That fucking prick. They want us to suck their ugly pricks but they won't eat our pussies. Would you like him to eat your pussy, Sweetie?" I said, "Of course." She said, "I'll see what I can do," as the doorbell rang. "Thank you, Ma'am," I said. Miss Amy motioned for me to answer the door. There were two well-dressed ladies there, in their late 50s, early 60s, one with beautiful snow white hair and the other with short dirty blonde hair. They both had big tits. I curtsied and they giggled. They introduced themselves as Miss Marge and Miss Jenny. "And you are?" Miss Jenny asked. "Gabrielle, Ma'am." Their eyes lit up and Miss Marge said, "Of course you are. You're every bit as pretty as Amy said you are. No wonder she wants to get into your pants." I curtsied again and said, "Thank you, Ma'am." Miss Jenny giggled and said, "I hope she tries it today. I'd like to see that." I'm sure they could see me blushing through my make-up. I motioned them into the parlor and Miss Amy hugged and kissed both of them on their mouths ? or I should say, In their mouths. I saw a lot of tongue-sucking. I was glad I was wearing the gaff or my throbbing tool would have given me away. The door bell rang again and I answered it without being told. These two young ladies looked to be in their late 40s, early 50s. I curtsied and asked, "Whom should I say is calling, Ma'am?" "I'm Miss Kitty and this is Miss Joan. Who are you?" "I'm Gabrielle, Ma'am," and their eyes sparkled like the first two. "I can see why Amy wants to fuck you. I'd like to fuck you, myself," Miss Kitty said. "I guess I'll have to get in line to fuck you," Miss Joan said as she patted my ass. I'm sure I blushed again and to change the subject I said, "I'll escort you to the parlor, ladies." Miss Amy greeted them, too, with wet kisses as she gripped their bubble butts and pulled them close. "Everybody's here, Gabrielle. Take their drink orders and bring them out to us." I curtsied and said, "Yes, Ma'am," and proceeded to take their orders. I heard them giggling and laughing as I walked away, wiggling my ass, to get the drinks from the kitchen. Barbie gave me a squeeze and a kiss and I gave her my order ? two Screw-drivers, a Bloody Mary, a Martini and a Manhattan. I fondled her ass while she made the drinks and put them on the tray. I kissed her goodbye and put a dish towel over my arm, like you see in the movies. I took the drinks back to the parlor and almost bumped into Christie who was returning to the kitchen after taking a tray of hors d'oeuvres into the parlor. "Watch your ass when you go in there; they're a grabby bunch of broads," she said. I said, "I've already been groped at the door. I think we're in for a busy day." I took the tray into the parlor and bent down to set it on the coffee table. Someone said, "Look at these beautiful legs, and ran her hand up the back of my leg from the back of my knee to my panty line. I straightened up abruptly which elicited giggles and guffaws from the group. I picked up a Martini as though nothing had happened and handed it to Miss Marge, the dirty blonde matron with the big tits. This time, the hand goosed me and I squealed like a girl, jumped and spilled the Martini into Miss Big Tits' lap. I immediately began to wipe it off with the towel. Thankfully, it wasn't the Bloody Mary. Miss Amy growled, "Get another drink for Miss Marge, Gabrielle, and get back here quickly to receive your punishment. Everyone had their drinks when I returned so I put the tray down on the coffee table. I started to hand the Martini to Miss Marge but Miss Amy bellowed, "Not so fast young lady. Lie across Miss Marge's lap for your punishment." I lay across Miss Marge's lap and she raised my skirt and frilly petticoats over my back, exposing my red satin panty-covered ass to the grinning group. "Oh shit," I thought, "I hope she doesn't pull my panties down. They'll see my gaff and they'll know my secret." But her hand came down hard on my ass with a resounding thwack! The group chorused, "One!" and continued the count until ten, clapping along with the spanks. My ass was burning at 10; I was wondering how it would feel if she had pulled my panties down. I looked across the room and saw the door to the dining room ajar. There were four laughing eyes peeking out, enjoying my humiliation. Apparently someone else saw them, too, because Miss Amy's back was toward the door and she shouted, "Come out here you two. You're supposed to be setting the table for lunch." Christie and Kimberly emerged from the doorway and stood in front of Miss Amy with their heads hanging sheepishly. "Bend over and raise your petticoats," Miss Amy commanded. They complied with her command and she gave each of them a hard smack, which resounded throughout the room and almost knocked them off their high heels. "That's just a sample of what you're going to get after lunch. Did you put the flowers on the table? "Salt ... pepper ? cream ? sugar?" They responded to each question with a humble "Yes Ma'am." "Back to the kitchen then and do whatever Barbie wants you to do." And she gave them each another swat to speed them along. My tormenter let me up and Miss Amy gave me the same orders she gave my girlfriends and a swat that hurt on my hot heinie. We hurried back to the kitchen and performed our assignments. "Don't forget the special creamer," I said with a grin. "Thanks for reminding me," Kimberly said as she poured the Italian, Russian and Ranch dressings into wedge-shaped bowls on a small merry-go-round type server. "I have a good idea," she said, "Most people don't use cream in their tea, so why don't we put the special creamer into this fourth little bowl and call it the mystery dressing?" We all agreed it was an excellent idea. "If they don't like it we'll all be in for a bare-bottom beating," Christie said. "What's not to like?" Kimberly asked. Christie asked, "Aren't they all dykes?" "We assume they are, but I think even dykes like cum," Kimberly said. "Stop the chatter, ladies, and get this food on the table or we'll be in big trouble," Barbie said. We all saw the wisdom in that statement and the table was soon set and looked beautiful with the pink napkins, colorful salad and the fragrant flower arrangement. Barbie opened the door to the parlor and announced, "Luncheon is ready, Madame." "It's about time," Miss Amy said, "I think you're all in for an after- lunch spanking." Barbie held the chair at the head of the table for Miss Amy to be seated, and then we all did likewise with the four side chairs for the guests. Barbie led us into the kitchen and gave each of us an assignment. Kimberly took the pitcher of ice water, Christie was assigned the tea pot and I had a tray of five crocks of delicious-smelling French onion soup. I made sure I served from the correct side and completed my task without scalding any of the ladies, despite the surreptitious fondling of my legs and ass. From the giggling and laughing I heard, I assumed my colleagues were receiving the same attention to various parts of their anatomies. Kimberly had the added assignment of pouring the wine. Barbie asked Miss Amy, "Is there anything else you would like, Madam?" "That will be all for now, Barbie. I'll ring for you to serve lunch and remove the soup bowls and salad plates. Barbie responded with a polite "Yes Madam," curtsied and motioned for us to follow her to the kitchen. We rested on stools and watched Mrs. Sweeney prepare the lunch dishes. She laid fresh leaves of lettuce on the plates and put a dollop of homemade potato salad on one leaf and a generous amount of lobster salad (also homemade) on the other. Slices of freshly-picked tomatoes added color to the plates. I giggled as she garnished the plates with parsley sprigs to complete the artistic arrangements. "Kimberly poked me in the ribs and said, "What the fuck are you giggling at?" I poked her back and said, "I just thought of an old joke. What's the difference between parsley and pussy?" "What's the difference?" they chorused. "Nobody eats parsley!" Their tittering laughter was drowned out by the raucous laughter emanating from the dining room. Apparently Kimberly had over-filled the wine glasses. A bell rang signaling for Barbie to return to the dining room. "Are you ready for your entr?es, Madam?" "Not yet," Miss Amy said, "But the girls could remove the soup bowls and salad plates." Barbie had the door open and he signaled for us to obey Miss Amy's suggestion. Then she said, "And speaking of salad, what kind of dressing is this?" as she pointed to the small empty bowl. Apparently they enjoyed it I thought. "It's a mystery salad dressing, Ma'am," I volunteered. "Where did you buy it?" she enquired. "We didn't, Ma'am. It was given to us by a friend." Miss Amy said, "One of my guests suggested that it has a familiar flavor." This brought another round of ribald laughter from the rowdy group. "Bring me the jar that it came in, please." I curtsied and said, "Yes, Ma'am," and returned to the kitchen. Thankfully, whoever opened the jar had damaged the label when she opened it and it was buried in the trash. "Where's the label," Miss Amy asked when I returned from the kitchen with the bare jar. "There was none, Ma'am," I lied. She dipped her finger into the jar and held it out to me. "Here, you taste it, Gabrielle, and see if it tastes familiar to you." I blushed as I sucked the tasty treat from the proffered finger and blushed again when she said, "Well, Gabrielle, it looks like you may have a clue. What does it taste like?" I bent over and whispered into her ear. "Come, come, dear girl. We're all adults here. You can speak out loud to us. What's your expert opinion?" I blushed again at the reference to my recently acquired cock-sucking skills. Haltingly I said, "It tastes like cum, Ma'am." This brought another roar of laughter from the giddy group and my friends as well. "It tastes like what?" Miss Amy asked, feigning incredulity. "It tastes like cum, Ma'am," I repeated and Miss Amy said, amid more laughter, "You were right, Jenny. You win the prize. You get to take the leftover salad dressing home with you. I am an eye-witness to this young lady's cock-sucking ability. Am I not, Gabrielle?" Embarrassed as I was, what could I say but "Yes, Ma'am." They all laughed and one of them asked, "How do we know you're not kidding us?" Miss Amy said, "We may be able to arrange a penis-pleasing performance for you." Of course I knew who she meant by "we" and I blushed again. We cleared the table and took the dirty dishes back to the kitchen. Barbie put them into the dish washer. Kimberly, Christie and I picked up trays of cr?me Brule and tiramisu, which the amazing Mrs. Sweeney had made, and took them into the dining room. I wondered if the ooohs and aaahs were caused by the sight of the scrumptious-looking desserts or the feel of our legs and asses by the horny whores. I assumed the desserts won the honors because each diner took one of each and two of them asked for more. One of them suggested that the desserts might have been created with the mystery salad dressing. Miss Amy looked at me questioningly and I said, "I don't think so Ma'am. Mrs. Sweeney didn't have access to it." "Well, no matter how my friends enjoyed it, you three will have to be punished for tampering with my menu. But I have a few requests for the salad dressing and I want you to check with your friend and see where she got it," Miss Amy said. I told her I thought she purchased it on E- bay and I would try to get more. "How many jars would you need?" I asked. "A half dozen or so," was her reply. "You may eat your lunch now. Barbie, when you are finished eating, bring them all to the master, or I guess I should say, mistress bedroom. And no more tricks or you will all be sorry." Barbie meekly replied, "Yes, Ma'am." After our delicious lunch, we said goodbye to Mrs. Sweeney and adjourned to the mistress bedroom. The mistress bedroom was huge, bigger than the dining room and parlor combined. A gigantic bed was the focal point of the room and the ladies sat in comfortable chairs around it, with shit-eating grins on their faces. I swear some of them had pussy juice on their faces, too. The perfume of sex suggested they had been enjoying one another while we were enjoying our lunch. Apparently, Miss Amy was going to be the mistress of ceremonies. "All right, young ladies, take off your uniforms. They are mine and I don't want any sticky stuff all over them. My guests insist on rewarding you with a tip for your service today." We all were "forced" to comply with her wishes and we were rewarded with a few ooohs and aaahs when we had stripped to our corsets, stockings and high heels. I ooohed and aaahed myself when I saw Barbie in her lavender ensemble. "First of all, ladies and whatever, I want Barbie and Gabrielle up here by the stage ? I mean bed. When I walked into the kitchen this morning, these two were hugging and pawing each other and sucking on each other's tongues. I know for a fact that Gabrielle has gone down on Barbie several times but Barbie has never returned the favor. That will all change today. Gabrielle will show us how and where she got her knowledge of cum detecting and Barbie will return the favor this time. "Okay, Barbi, sit on the edge of the bed. Now, Gabrielle, take your favorite position on your knees on the pillow at Barbie's feet. That's it. Now remove Barbi's panties and demonstrate your expertise. Action. Camera." "Did she say camera? Oh shit. I'm going to be a porn star?" Oh, well, nobody will recognize me. So I grasped the waistband of Barbie's lavender panties and pulled them down and over her high-heeled shoes and put them beside her on the bed. I leaned forward and kissed her hairy bush to the delight of my captive audience. I delved lower with my tongue and touched the tip of her tumescent-turning tool. The reaction we elicited when I took her fully-extended clitoris into my mouth was hilarious. The ladies giggled, laughed, clapped and cheered at the unexpected sight. I toyed with the idea of standing up and taking a bow but Barbie's cock twitched in my mouth and I took that as a tacit message that I was doing exactly what Barbie wanted me to do. I licked the entire shaft from her testicles to the tip, inserted the tip of my tongue into the tiny pee hole, then kissed the spongy knob and tormented it with my tongue. This brought a groan from Barbie and another round of applause and a whistle from the appreciative audience. The group responded favorably when I went down on Barbie's beautiful baton until my nose was buried in her blonde bush. Barbie's boner let me know it appreciated the move, too, by throbbing several times and releasing a thin trickle of pre-cum into my appreciative mouth. Everybody was enjoying my cock-sucking demonstration. I tickled the bottom of Barbie's clit as I raised my head and twirled my tongue around the head, seeking more pre-cum. I fondled her freshly-shaven balls and went down on her again, tormenting her with my tongue as I did. Barbie thrust her hips into my face and her prick almost entered my throat. I repeated the action several more times and received another trickle of pre-cum. The thrusts became shorter and faster and, expert cock-sucker that I had become, I knew she was about to fill my mouth with my favorite fluid. I pushed my social finger into her pretty pussy and she raised her ass off the bed, grasped the back of my head, and with shorter, harder thrusts, filled my mouth with string after string of her sweet syrup. I swirled it around her throbbing tool and sucked and swallowed the sweet and salty secretions. One of my fans said, "Look at her Adam's Apple bobbing up and down. She's swallowing all of that cum." Another one said, "I never saw an Adam's Apple that big on a woman. Do you think she has a cock, too?" A third one said, "I don't know, but I have a feeling we will soon find out." When Barbie came down from her high and relaxed on her back on the bed, I laved her lolly-pop and her balls, to lap up any lovely left-over liquid. Miss Amy said, "Gabrielle, remove your panties and sit on the side of the bed. Barbie, kneel down on that pillow by Gabrielle's feet; today, you will have to repay your cock-sucking girl friend my sucking her pussy. You will now be the sucker and she will be the suckee. I turned my back to the audience and removed my panties and the gaff. I heard murmurs of approval for my ass. When I turned to sit on the bed, Miss Amy said incredulously, "What the fuck is that? Do you have a cock, too? I knew Barbie did but I thought you were a real woman. This is even better. I thought Barbie was going to suck your pussy but she is going to suck your cock. Are you surprised, Barbie?" "Yes, Ma'am. I had no idea she wasn't a real woman. I don't think I can do this." "You damn sure better do this or I'll reveal another secret of yours to my guests," Miss Amy threatened. "That's better, Bitch. Now get down there and get on with the show." Barbie did as she was told, then tentatively took my tumescent tube into her hands and bent down and tenderly kissed the tip. Good start, Barbie, I thought. Just do what comes naturally and you'll be fine. She kissed the head and took it into her mouth. Just the thought of who was doing this ? the cool, handsome golf pro ? almost made me cum. I pushed my cock into her warm mouth and took her face between my hands. I gently guided her head up and down on my pulsating penis until she set her own rhythm. "Oh, lick it, lick it," I instructed my virgin prot?g?e and she complied like a professional cock sucker. I placed her hands on my balls and she tenderly fondled them like she was doing this all her life. She continued to bob her head up and down on my engorged clitoris. She wasn't an accomplished cock-sucker like Christie and Kimberly but her amateurish efforts would soon be accomplishing the same results. I made my cock throb so she would realize that I was appreciating her endeavor. She was beginning to like what she was doing and I was getting close to cumming. Not just because of the blow job I was getting but because the audience was turning me on, too. Watching the show was causing Miss Marge and Miss Jenny, the older couple, to play with themselves. Miss Kitty and Miss Joan were penetrating each other's pussies with their fingers and penetrating their mouths with their tongues. Christie and Kimberly were fondling each other's crotches while Miss Amy was standing behind them, squeezing and kneading their ample bosoms. I placed my hands on Barbie's cheeks and could feel my penis moving inside of her mouth. As I approached orgasm, I put my hands on top of here head. I was afraid she might try to pull away when I started to cum and I wanted her to experience the thrill I felt when she filled my mouth with her sweet serum last week. She was startled by my first shot of semen as it struck the roof of her mouth but she didn't try to pull away. She intensified her sucking and swallowed every string of semen that I secreted and squeezed my balls appreciatively. Another cock sucker was born! I closed my eyes in ecstasy and threw my head back in appreciation as I pumped my pelvis off the bed, repeatedly thrusting my palpitating penis into Barbie's cum-filled mouth. The audience was pleased by my orgasm and reacted like a teen-aged cheering squad. Miss Amy reluctantly released my friends' breasts and led the clapping for Barbie's blow job baptism. "Attention, ladies," she said in her emcee role voice, "You're my guests so I'll let you choose your next form of entertainment. Any suggestions?" Miss Kitty and Miss Joan had what I thought were excellent suggestions. "We want to 69 with Barbie and Gabrielle," they chorused, as though rehearsed. Miss Marge and Miss Jenny wanted one of us to suck their pussies. They also wanted to get fucked. Miss Amy said, "Barbie and Gabrielle just performed. I think we should let them rest for awhile. Christie and Kimberly are turned on by their performance. Would you want to 69 with them?" Miss Joan asked, "Do they have penises, too?" With befitting gestures, Miss Amy responded, "I don't know what they have down here but I know they are well-endowed up here." "May we see what they have down there?" Miss Joan persisted. "Wouldn't you rather be surprised?" Miss Amy suggested. "That might be more fun," Miss Kitty said as she got up and stripped to her expensive-looking underwear. They both removed their panties and lay on the bed with their knees raised and their legs apart and waited in anticipation for Christie and Kimberly to reveal their hidden treasures. They turned toward Barbie, Miss Amy and me and slowly lowered their panties. Barbie and Amy gasped because they both thought the dynamic duo were real women. Then they slowly turned toward the bed and it was Miss Joan and Miss Kitty who gasped. "Holy shit," Miss Kitty said, "I never would have known. Get up here and let me get a taste of that thing." Christie and Kimberly accepted the invitation without hesitation and reversed position above Miss Joan and Miss Kitty with their "something extra" hanging above the surprised ladies' faces. They wasted no time getting down to the business of pleasuring one another. "Did you see this?" Miss Amy asked incredulously. "Why didn't you tell us they all have dicks?" Miss Marge and Miss Jenny asked as they moved their chairs closer to the bed for a better view. "I didn't know it until now," Miss Amy retorted. "I knew Barbie had one but I knew nothing about this one or those two. I'll make them sorry they fooled me all this time." She punched my arm and said, "You lied to me, you fuck. You told me you had the rag on when we were playing golf and I believed you. I owe you a good spanking." "Could I take one of them home with me?" Miss Marge interrupted. "My husband has made me lose every maid I ever had. He hits on every one of them and makes them go down on him but refuses to go down on them. He says 'I wouldn't go down on you; why would I go down on them.'" "How much do you pay your maids?" Miss Amy asked. Miss Marge said, "I hire them from an agent. I'm not sure what I pay them. I'll check my credit card statement and get back to you. I will make him promise to go down on her or I won't let her blow him. I can't wait to see his face when he sees her cock." Just then Miss Kitty said, "Wait a minute. This cock is as hard as a rock. I want to get fucked." Kimberly thought that was a great idea and immediately pivoted around and sank her 9 ? -inch cock deep into Miss Kitty's sopping wet pussy with one thrust. She commenced to thrust her well-lubed log in and out of the clinging cunt and Miss Kitty wrapped her nylon-covered legs around Kimberly's hips and dug her claws into Kimberly's back. Kimberly fucked Miss Kitty harder and faster and Christie and Miss Joan continued enjoying their 69. It was apparent by Barbie's rising rammer that she was enjoying the show as much as I was. Miss Amy was adding to our excitement by probing our pussies with her fingers. The moans from Miss Kitty were also adding to our enjoyment of the tableau. Miss Kitty rolled over and began to ride Kimberly's tumescent tool while thrusting her tongue into Kimberly's warm, receptive mouth. Miss Kitty's moans became louder and were joined by grunts as she ground her pussy onto Kimberly's powerful pussy pole. Miss Kitty straightened up and screamed as she put all of her weight on Kimberly's throbbing tool and covered her ball sac with her sexy secretions. Then she quickly pivoted into the 69 position again and thrust her sopping wet love lips onto Kimberly's talented tongue. She filled Kimberly's mouth with their commingled cum as she licked their joy juices from Kimberly's cock and balls. Miss Amy gripped my ass cheek and whispered into my ear, "That's what I want to do with you, Sweetheart. It's been a long time since I've been fucked like that." "That was erotic, wasn't it? There's no time like the present," I said with a grin. Miss Amy whipped off her dress, removed her cotton panties and said, "Let's go. You're on your own, Barbie," and pulled me to the bed by my arm. She got on her back with her legs spread in the middle of the bed and pulled me on top of her. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth onto hers. She opened her mouth and pushed her fat tongue into mine. I sucked it like it was a cock, then I tickled the roof of her mouth with my tongue until she sucked in return. She rubbed her wet pussy against my stiff cock. I sank it into her hot love hole and proceeded to fuck her like I hadn't been fucked in a month instead of a week. It wasn't as tight as the ass/pussy I'd been fucking recently but it was sopping wet and slippery and Miss Amy's pussy was sucking on my cock like her mouth was sucking on my tongue. Her arms and legs were embracing me so passionately it was hard to believe she was a lesbian. "Fuck me, you cock sucker! Fuck me hard!" she screamed. Like an obedient maid should, I did as I was told. I pulled out of her pussy until just the head of my cock remained in her clinging cunt, then slammed my whole 6 ? inch tool back into her and increased the speed. I could hear my balls slapping on her ass with each recurring thrust. And Miss Amy kept cadence by screaming "Yes, yes, yes," each time my balls slammed against her smooth ass cheeks. As my climax neared, I took shorter but harder strokes and my groans mingled with hers as I filled her hot hole with my hot cum. She dug her fingers into my back and I wondered how I would explain the marks to Kay if she came home this weekend. We were both breathing like race horses and when she calmed down, she rolled me over as Miss Marge had done with Kimberly. Before I realized what she was doing, she reversed position on top of me and my nose was inside her wet pussy and my hard-again cock was in her mouth. I sucked her large clitoris and breathed in the heady aroma of our mixed sexual secretions. She played with my balls and licked our juices off my clittie/cock like an experienced cock sucker. I had almost forgotten how good pussy juice tasted and I released her clitoris and pushed my tongue as far as it would go into her love tunnel, seeking more of her love liquid. Miss Amy took my whole cock into her mouth and her nose rested on my balls while she swirled her tongue around my throbbing tube. My tongue touched a big glob of my cum high up in her vagina and coaxed it out into my mouth. At the same time, she pushed her social finger into my anus and I shot the last remaining serving of my sexy semen against the roof of her mouth. I don't know if it was the finger up my ass, or the dollop of creamy cum that I swallowed, which caused me to fill her mouth with the last of my cum. But it made me wonder about my sexual orientation for the first time. It seemed like cumming with a finger fucking my ass and a ball of cum in my mouth was a homosexual response. Whatever it was, it was a real turn-on. "Whew! That knocked me out," Miss Amy said. "What do you want to do now?" I said, "I want to go home and go to bed. I'm pooped." "Look at that. Miss Kitty and Kimberly are sound asleep. I guess we're all pooped. Are you dozing off, too, Marge?" Miss Amy asked. "No, I was just trying to decide which of these bitches I want to come to my place next Saturday. I was thinking of pulling a name out of a hat, but I've narrowed it down to Gabrielle and Barbie. These other two have beautiful boobs and look too much like real women. I think it would be more humiliating for my husband to suck a cock of someone who was a little manlier. I'm leaning toward Barbie because she has broad shoulders and a deeper voice." "I hate to disappoint you, but Saturday is Barbie's busiest work day. How about it, Gabrielle, are you volunteering?" Miss Amy asked. "It sounds like the big oaf needs to learn a lesson, I replied. "I assume that's a 'yes'?" "Yes Ma'am. You assumed correctly." "That's fantastic; let's make the arrangements now," Miss Marge said. "Is that all right with you, Miss Amy?" I asked like a good servant. "Yes, but I want to make some arrangements, too. When will you get those jars of cummy cream for these ladies?" "I should be able to get them some day next week," I lied; I already had them. We made our plans for next week, woke the Sleeping Beauties, kissed all the ladies goodbye with swirling tongues and touchy-feely fingers and thanked our hostess for the fabulous party. We assured her that we would be pleased to comply with her invitation to do it again sometime. I would have agreed to anything just to get home and into my bed. When we returned to Kimberly and Christie's condo, we took off our uniforms and carefully folded them and sat around in our sexy skivvies drinking iced tea. "Anyone want to get fucked?" Kimberly asked. "No fucking way," Christie and I replied. We all laughed and agreed that we were sated, at least for another hour or so. I removed my wig and put my shirt, slacks and loafers over my sexy undies. Kimberly said she would make a tee time with Bob and give me a call to let me know when. I kissed and hugged my girl friends and drove home. I removed my male clothes, hung them in the closet and fell on the bed facedown in my corset, garter belt and stockings. I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.