The maid of the rich couple

Thread's still open to a female for Madam Grey. Mr Grey's role's already taken

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My name's Juliette Banks. I've always loved to keep my palce clean. And since childhood, as many girls, I dreamt about castles and princess stories. Anyway, I was raised in a low-class family and never get a chance to meet my prince.
Growing up, going from job to job, I used my provocative side to get some men's attention in order to get housed and fed. But that was not enough. Until I fall on the ad of the Grey's family. They were looking for a new maid. I tried, and got the job. At 22 I at least came to live in a manor (rather than a real prince's castle). Mr Grey was rich enough to stand as a modern prince and all the town owe him something. The place was so great I never regretted it. Even when Mister Grey was coming to drink and falling in a bad state of mind. But most of the time he was a good person. Not taking much care of the other, but at least treating me good. And giving me a more than decent salary.
Her third and young wife also lived there. in the manor. They had no children, and the place was usually calm.

I was spending a lot of time cleaning up the place. Rather impressed by this environnment, I was acting more shy than I used to or than my true nature is. But my provocative side expressed in the maid uniforms I bought with the money gained. I always have loved to tease people and to be looked at. Moreover, I never get Mr Grey yelling at me for my clothing.

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That day I was taking care of the upper shelves of Mr Grey's office. Standing on the stool I used fo rthis, I was extending my frail body to the top. I was alone in the room, humming a song to myself...

I go into the den as seldom as possible. When I do go in I see that relentless stack of paperwork and I can't ignore it. Today I'm going in because the wheels are are falling off a couple of my enterprises due to my neglect of that evil pile. I hate my work, but no one else can do it. Where did the fervor go? The hunger? Now I have repsonsibilities, I created this monster and now I have to feed it.

I stop to take an encouraging breath and steel myself for a long night of numbers and letters and scotch after scotch and open the door. Ahh there's a fine sight *my heart lightens* Julliete is stretching and reaching high on a stool and her short black skirt scarcely covers her creamy white ass cheeks.

"Good evening, Julliete."

I sit at my desk and shuffle stacks. Mmm she's so close I could almost reach up and stroke her leg, but i won't. No more fucking around, I don't want to give off another half of my empire to end up with a poor maid as my fourth wife. Oh, I've always found her attractive, but more of an accesory than a person to be desired. Sure, she's sweet and kind, and smart, but she's not made of the same stuff.

I look up again and I can see her black lace panties under the skirt and feel a stirring in my crotch. "Stop IT' I say in my head so loud I wonder if she heard me, the way she turns and looks.... caught me leering and lusting and she smiles. I can't help but smile back, then catch myself, clear my throat and bury my nose in my work.

As Mr Grey enters, I look back at him over my shoulder.
- Good evening mister.
Always that stern and angry look when he comes in here to work. As he sits in his large office chair and begin rumaging among his stuff, I can't help but thinking abot his life. So happy with all this money, having all he ever wanted and imagined. How could he look so helpless and worried. That was a shame sure. I even dared a few glances down. Yes, older than me, but really good looking. A diligent gentleman in his late 40's, with greying hair and always so good looking and finely dressed. I catched a look from him up towards me and I smiled down. Did he looked at my face? Or lower? Of course, I loved to be watched, to appear interesting to the eyes of other persons. Did he catched how my black lace ran along between my round buttcheecks under the very short skirt. Extending as I was up there, it was almost impossible to miss at least a glimps of that black lace. I love lace. I love lingerie too. Those white opaque stockings were a good thing bought recently yes. Were so fine with the rest of the maid outfit. I could be seen as one of those internet bitches dressed for sex only. But I wasn't . I love sex, of course. Who doesn't? But I never was an easy girl.
He smiled back at me, a tender smile that showed the gentleness behind his hard face. Well, this was a gentle man. He deserved peopple to be gentle with him. And he sure was looking very nice.
When he returned to his papers, he seemes worried again. I stepped down and stood across his desk, my hands behind my back, using my famous flirting gaze...
- Mister Grey, do I bother you? Do you want me to go out? I can come back and finish later if you want to...

"huh?... Oh, no, no, no Julliete. i enjoy your company. You're fine."

Looking at her sweet face I can't help but smile again and I let it linger this time because it brightens her eyes and I like to see her eyes so bright. She seems like such a flirty girl the way she sort of fidgets foot to foot and twists her body ever so slightly back and forth. I'm almost mesmerized and I can feel my cock filling with warmth.

I lean back in my leather desk chair twirling my pen around my fingers and it flies out of my hand landing on the floor a foot or two behind her. I almost blush.. how embarrassing, somehow she makes me feel like a stupid little schoolboy, my hands are probably sweating. I put my hands on the arms of the chair and start to get up to get the pen but she turns around and bends over to pick it up.
Oh My... what a sight. Did she wiggle her ass?
I can't be sure because the lace panties are black but it looks in the shadows there that a small spot is shinier than the rest... yes I think her panties are moist! Oh I'd love to catch just a whiff of her aroma, but then I'd want a taste, and then I'd be all up in her and it would all be over.

She stays bent over picking up the pen far longer than she needs to and I take the opportunity to arrange the bulge in my pants so that it's not so obvious and barely get my hand off it when she spins around to hand my the pen.

When his pen flew from his hand, I wondered if he did it on purpose. But he's smoetimes awkward, so it could be really genuine. I reacted before he stood up and turned around, leanin forward with stright legs so that my butt was clearly visible in that mini skirt. I took some time, movin a little bit my hips form side to side.

Then I stood up. Turnin around to face him. He thought to move his hand form his pants fast enough, but I catched the move although. So he was attracted. He needed attention... Passion...
I stepped slowly to his desk, hips swaying form side to side. I leaned on the large desk to hand the pen into his hand where I slided it in a provocative fashion. I made sure that me leaning forward was a way to show my cleavage... I smiled directly at him...

"Here you are, Sir. At your service"

I stayed in that pose a few seconds... lips very slightly opened

Mmm... creamy is not a strong enough word to describe her luscious breasts.. they have that one quality that always excites me; tiny blue veins visible. Oh I'd love to bury my nose in her cleavage and smell her... I get a little whiff of her subtle perfume and desire rises in my chest, it puffs up and i see she noticed; her eyes widened and she slighty licked her lips.

Where is the missus damnit! i wasn't even listening to her while she rambled on this afternoon, i really don't care where she goes or what she does. If I was sure I could get away with it I just might.... no! I'll wait for Laura and put the dick to her hard tonight, little will she know I'll be thinking about Julliete with every stroke and every thrust, and I'll close my eyes and kiss her deep when I cum and it will be Juliette in my mind.

No. I'm not going to touch her. As far as I know she's just flirting to flirt because she likes my attentions, maybe she's looking for a raise but I give her too much already if she afford that perfume. Hmm I wonder if she'd hold it against me somehow if we did have sex. I'd just deny I guess. NO

He was reacting. And fighting that reaction at the same time. When I rolled my tongue over my lips, I saw that in his eyes. THis was going to be good. The only question was not if he was goin to crack, it was to know when...
I stood up slowly, never leaving his gaze.
And I stepped around the desk, letting my hand run on it, till I joined his side of the desk. I walked till I found myself very close to him.
- Need anything else, Sir?
Saying that, I rested my hip on the border of the desk, with the effetc of lifting a very few the skirt.
I was looking intently into his eyes.

Arghhh.. who would know?!? Right now I could spread her legs and bury my face drinking in the sweet aroma of her wet panties then pull them down her smooth white thighs, over her knees, off her feet and kiss her there.... taste her hunny... arrrrrr My cock is so hard!!!

I look her up and down, from the floor to her eyes and back again, then focus on the mystical place where the edge of her skirt hides just enough to make something in me rise. My nose flares slightly, my eyebrows raise, I tap the arms of the chair with my fingers then break my gaze and lean forward quickly to pour a full four fingers of glenfiddich. The scotch will ease my nerves, let me think more clearly, steel my will.

As I lean back and get ready to take a drink she takes it from my hand and drinks down a whole ounce at least. I reach for the glass and she pulls it away, teasing me. I laugh a little and reach again. She takes another drink. Oh... I want to taste it on her lips, probe it from her tongue.

I showed him that girls can drink too. This was going to take away my last apprehensions... I drank the first then the second... A few drops fall down my cleavage.
Suddenly I put the glass noisly on the table and moved my hand to his pants, to that bulge growing..
- But, Sir, I see you're in the need of something, aren't you.
There I was using my innonccent flirty smile... I run my hand along his bulge, feelin the cock throbbin under, getting hard.
- I think some softness will do you good, Sir.
I moved swiftly and at on his lap. I could feel his manhood under. I swayed my hips on his lap. My hand on his cheeck, I leaned towards him and kissed him... pressin my body agaisnt him, cuddlin on his lap

When she reaches out and strokes my cock through my pants I almost grab her head and smash it down in my lap but I'm overwhelmed by her sheer sweetness and sensuality. Sliding and wiggling around on my lap I grab her hips and guide her along the rail sliding her along it and I feel a drop of precum leak out of the head and moisten my boxers.

Her kiss is so soft and sweet yet demanding of more and I accomodate her probing tongue, dancing and coyly playing in each other's mouths, cat and mouse chase and pounce. She tips her head back and I dribble kisses down her chin, down her neck and I smell the scotch and lap lightly on her silken skin tasting it mixed with her subtle perfume and a growing heat of sex. One hand behind her neck and one around her waist I nuzzle in her cleavage and she pulls the cups down to expose two beautiful perky tits, nipples hard and pink.

I look up and say, "The door isn't locked." She smashes my head back into her breasts. My tongue circles, tickling satellite nipples and I suck her hard pencil eraser nub into my mouth, kissing, pushing it out with my tongue and letting it suck back over my lips and flicking it. I growl lightly and bite it between my lips covered teeth and pull until it snaps back. Hands roaming all over now back on her ass moving her back and forth and round and round.

I ache for that certain moment, the exquisite warm wet smoothness when her fiery pink velvet glove takes me in... the bliss of first entry.

I had him. He gave me my kiss back, completely turned on. His tongue was there. Feeling his cock growing under my butt was a good sensation. He was completely mine. It was easy to pull down the top of my uniform to reveal my small breast, with really excited nipples. He loved the view, as for what his face told me. And I loved to show myself to him.
When he tried to speak, I pulled him on my breast. His mouth was surely a good way to take care of my breast. And God I was right. He made so many indescriptble things on my nipples that I was suddenly walking up the stairs to Heaven. I arched back, pushin my breast towards him. Eyes closed, I leaned my head back, moaning gently. I shivered when he bit my nipples but that fel fine and he returned to sucking and kissing and licking, which were making my heat grow.
But I wasn't going to give him everything right now.

I moved form his lap, sliding on the desk where I laid back, my opened legs towards him, my feet on the edge of the desk. He had complete access to my most intimate parts, he was directly looking at the black lace thong under the mini skirt.
My hand was in his hair and I pulled his head close to the lace....
My other hand was caressin my breast...
As he reached the lace, I left his hair to slide the thong aside and reveal my shaved pussy, glistening with my juices. I pushed my hips up to meet his mouth...

The sight of her sweet inner thighs drives me wild.. i would normally kiss and tease my way to her hunny pot but she's having nothing of it... pulling me right into the thick of it.
When she pulls her black lace thong aside and I see those perfectly formed rose petals I dive right in. Savoring the scent of her young pussy I lay my hot fat wet tongue over her entire slit and growl deep in my throat with hunger as my tongue moves ever so slightly back and forth working in between her lips.

Mmm One long slow deep lick.. she is sooo wet! My tongue becoming longer and more pointed as it approaches her hooded clit.
Then kissing and pulling her lips between mine pulling back and letting them snap back in place.. Kissing and licking.

She reaches down and between two fingers pulls up and away retracting the hood from her glistening pearl. I reach a hand up to her mouth and she nibbles my finger tips and bites and sucks my fingers leaving them wet.

I slip one finger into her and her wet cunt feels so tight I'll have to stretch a little to fit two fingers in, and I do. I start plunging and twisting with my wrist in a slow steady rhythm as my mouth locks over her clit.. tongue circling, occasionally dropping down and lapping her silken juices. I suck her clit into my mouth and spell her name in cursive on it while under the suction. J..u..l..i..e..t..t..e

My hand turns and I'm just knuckle deep in her and I start a 'come here' motion with my fingers while I suck and push her clit in and out of my mouth. I feel her quiver and her legs shiver before tensing... I can feel it coming... oh yeah baby, here cums the flood!
She smashes my face in and thrusts her hips forward smashing my head round and round and I'm sucking and lapping furiously while my fingers maintain the steady rythm and she lets out a low deep plaintive moan and shudders hard.

The first gush is too much and almost smothers me but I lower my mouth and lap as her silky juices cover my face and fill my mouth mixed with the squirting fluids and I feel drunk with hunger, I can't get enough and want her to keep cummin and cumming. She's pulling my hair and moaning little screams and whimpers.

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Yes, what a shame he interfered.......
let's go back... if you're still OK
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His mouth... his fingers... his tongue.... his lips... ll of him was tending towards making me cum. So magnificent. I was reaching my climax. Archin on the desk, moaning louder and louder, movin my hips in rythm. Oh my God that was so great. And wonderful. One of the greatest times of my life. I shuddered a few times before tensing my body with a long loud moan when I cummed. I almost drowned his face in my juices and I left myself fall back on the desk, all panting.
When I realized he was still at it. And I felt it grow again in my body. Pleasure. Desire. Oh my... I arched again. It was wonderfulll
Never had any man tried to make me cum so much without doing something for himself. It was marvellous. And Oooohhhhhhhhh I felt it rising again.

I pull her legs up over my shoulders and my hands roam all over her... never stopping as I bring her to her third climax... stroking along her sides, down her rib cage, over her hips coaxing it from her. I notice her reactions changing slightly and know that her clit is too sensitive right now to take any more. I lift her legs off my shoulders and hold them near my hips. Looking in her eyes I pull her toward me until her ass on at the edge of the desk. She wiggles closer and I rub the head of my engorged cock around in her juices, so slick and sweet and wet. Up and down her velvet glove stopping to tease her juicy morsel just enough to send a shiver, then I slip in.. ahhhh that exquisite moment! Looking in her eyes I pump the head full again and again reminding her I know her g spot and then I slide iin all the way so smooth so wet so warm.
Hands on her hips now I impale her sweet 22 year old cunt again and again while her hands slap the desk top and reach for me and end up furtively twisting and pulling and pinching her nipples. She lets out a sharp moan that is more of a yelp, more of a chirp and her pussy spasms.
This sweet Juliette, this girl from another class, this beautiful, beautiful, sweet piece of ass.

Oh God it was too much. Shiver after shiver. tensing after tensing. Climax again. Louder moans. Screams. Panting. Sweating. Arching. Screaming. Dripping wet. Pussy on fire. Hips movin fast. Oh my God it was a dream. More than a dream. paradise. Why did I wait so long before going to that man. He was so much more than any of the previous ones.
Then I felt him pulling away from my clit and I regain my breath. Just a bit. There was his cock, all throbbing and hard. I felt it on the edge of my cunt. I placed my legs around his hips, enclosing him, tying him against me. And he came in me, entering my hungry willing pussy. And tehre I arched again, pushing myself against him. Hands over my head, eyes closed, mouth wide open. Oh yyyesssss........ I reach for my breast and caress my nipples, pressing my tits hard for pleasure. Feelin him ramming in me, his balls slapping my butt. It was so great. It was going to make me cum again soon. And I so much wanted him to cum too. In me... Oh God I felt waves of pleasure rushing inside my body again.

I hear a sound and stop in mid stroke. Juliette is dead still as well. We listen... and hear nothing more. Look in each other's eyes and pick up the rhythm right where we left off. I wish I would have locked the door.
She reaches for me and we entwine our fingers in both of our hands, looking in each other's eyes but I'm afraid with this level of passioon, this sex so near violence i will hurt her so I let go and turn my hands upward, she hooks hers into mine and I pull her roughly toward me with every thrust... her ass slides on the slick desk top so easily.
She sees it in my face... the agony mixed with exctasy, she feels my ball sac tighten as it slaps her ass, her pussy feels the throbbing become nothing but raging hardness.. I am about to cum.

I grind into her and pull steady on her hands and she sits upright, wraps her legs around my hips, her arms around my neck as I lift her from the desk by her ass and kiss her mmouth sweetly and deeply.

I feel myself pulled up against his chest as I moan my pleasure loud. We has stopped a second. Did he wanted to make it last and delay his cumming?
When he returned to it, it was even wilder. When I came against him, we kissed passionately, tongues melting together. he was holding my butt firmly and our hips were moving in rythm. I was moaning in his mouth, feelin him ramming in me. I was feeling his cock ready to burst. My Mr Grey was going to fill my wet cunt. Oh yes. I felt the waves of climax building inside me, ready to ravage my whole body. I moved my head and bit on his shoulder, sucking his skin there. Holding tight. Hands clutched around his chest. Legs tied around his hips.
I suddenly arched back in his arms, letting out a high pitched scream of a "Yes". There I cummed in his arms. At the time I felt his cock explode and discharge in me. Many bursts of cum invade my cunt, deep inside. I clenched to him tighter (minutes after I thought about perhaps hurting him with too much pressure). Nails bit in his back. Legs shivered around him. My whole body tensed as climax came. And stayed a few moments... Oh my God it was so perfect...

And I grabbed there, not leaving, keepin in the same position, his cock in my trembling cunt, my head on his shoulder.

A wretched wracking guilty release as dynamite blew the flood gates and I exploded into this beautiful french maid.. I had no idea her simple upringing meant she was provencal but the whimpering utterances in my ear, the chirping 'YES' the "baise-moi maître, baise-moi maître, baise-moi plus fort s'il vous plaît monsieur" made it clear and extracted every dram of my worldy power from me. How could I collapse with this writhing creature entwined?

I owned her sweet mouth with a kiss of dominion and set her limpening body down in the large leather chair. Utterly exhausted body mind and soul I felt the words fall from my lips "tu es mon jouet... forever sweet juliette, forever. You are my toy."

Her smile melted what was left of my heart as i reached behind her head and pulled her face to my half melted cock. Once in her mouth I grunted a "Mooo" like a raging bull as she extracted the last remnants of my cum, my will, my ability to ever say no to her again and i knew that I would risk my empire to have her close by at all times. And more words fell from my cum numbed and stupid mouth, "vous règle mon perchoir doux juliette" you will rule my roost.

She murmured or whimpered something with my flacid cock in her mouth, and my mind wandered heaven to hell as my eyes lit upon that stack of evil paper on my desk.

Mrs. Grey had been at an art gallery opeingin. she had not expected her husband to attend with her. That had not happened in some time. She came home early as the art gallery was a bore. She had seen many and this one wass terrible, from the cheap wine and drink to the art.
As she entered she quickly noticed the maid, what's her name had not completed her tasks for the day. It was good that Mr Grey was fond of her, and as even Mrs Grey would admit she was fetching in her uniform.

She heard a rummbling down the hall and half expected the maid may be haing sex with the gardner. Heck Mrs Grey had thought of him on more than one occasion. Even so she should have the courtesy of doing it in her quarters. She would not stand for this.

"She opened the door quickly, sure enough there she was with a cock in her mouth, that slut. Then she noticed her husband. "What .... wht the fuck is ... you slut you and you bastard." Mrs. Grey stood with her mouth open in shock.

" H h hh Honey! Laura... it's not what you think!" I put my hand on Juliettes forehead and push her off my cock but give her a reassuring wink and she smiles slightly.
Mrs. Grey turns to leave and I call out to her. "Baby... look.. I did it for you!" She stops and turns around incredulous.
i wanted to try something new with you but I was afraid it would hurt you so I tried it out on Juliette first."
Juliette settles onto her knees with her hands in her lap looking up at me, fawning, admiring.

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's true.. I only love you baby!"

She walks toward us fuming, her fists are clenching and unclenching and Juliette shivers once.

"Tell her Juliette.. tell her what I did to you and how I said it was for Mrs. grey... should we just show her?"

Juliette stand and bends over straight legged grabbing her ankles. Het swollen pussy lips protruding from between her legs. Mrs. Grey stops and looks, the anger leaves her face. She looks at me and then again at Julieetes sweet pussy.

Laura could not believe her ears. How could he expect her to beleive aything he said "did it for her" my god the words were so absurd she had to turn back and see what he was going to say or do to get oout of this mess.

As she turned she could see him ease his cock from her lips. It was only a few years ago when Laura would do those things for her husband. She was much younger than he. In social circles she was his trophy wife. Though since the marraige sex had declined, dramticly as the two grew apart. Juliette was the only thing the two had agreed upon in the last year. Part of her anger was jealousy that she had not been the one caught with Juliette.

She looked in ah at the sexxy girls body. She stepped toward them waiting to hear more.

I was licking him dry when I heard footsteps. By the way, my mind was on his bad French. I ahd to tell him one day...
Eyes closed, I was lickin the last drops of cum from him when someone entered. It was the voices that told me who was there. When he left my mouth, he had a reassuring look. But I knew I had him, he was mine. As I stayed there on my knees, with my dresses lifted on my hips and lowered under my small breats, I looked down. he tried an eyplanation about doing this for her, which of course didn't seem to catch. I smiled for myself. Was she going to leave? I could then have the wedding, the fortune, the manor...
Then he spoke to me again. I stood, bending forward, pushing my butt in the air. There was my pussy between my legs, with a few drops of white semence on its edges. I saw Madam Grey stop from leaving the room and looking at us... ANd I waited there.

Laura was not about to let that slutty maid take her husband from her. "My god if you bastard if you had a fantasy about fucking the maid I would have played along." Laura screamed at the two of them.

Laura

She walked over to the maid "Stand up you slutty bitch. I should fire you right here and now, but I am not goint to make it that easy on you, now stand up." After she did Laura walked in from of her standing inches from the women who just had her husbands cock in her mouth. She could smell his cum on her breath. She then pulled the maids uniform over her ass, as she did she made sure her hands brushed her bare skin. Next she pulled the uniform up over her breasts again touching them as she did.

"Next my husband is going to tell me how he fantasizes of fucking you." she was now less than an inch from the maids face. Then he is going to fuckme like that as you watch. Then since you have a need to clean his cum you will suck it from wherever he deposits it in me." She turned walking to her husband. "Thats if he can get it up!"

I was lookin down ashamed as she was talking. Well, I was sure in my heart that he was ready to get rid of her. I let her hide my body again (as much as the small outfit could hide).
- Yes Madam, I said when she finished.
I gazed into Mr Grey's eyes, tryin to read his mind and see what he was goin to do

Laura looked at the maid. "Oh don't be embarrased you slut. It's Mr Grey who cannot keep his cock in his pants."

Laura moved her chin up so she looked her in the eye. "I can smell his cum on your breath, so he obviously fucked your lips. Is there anywhere else he made a deposit." Laura's hand moved past her breath. "You best tell me while we wait for Mr Grey." Her hand was now down on her tummy.