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Looking for a lonely, anti-social man who lives out in the country in a log cabin he built himself. The nearest road is a three mile hike down a mountain away. The nearest town in an hour's drive away. He has only a lap-top he rarely uses, no telephone. He sends away for a house-maid with the intention of making her his sex slave.
I am:
Nicole Girard
Age: 18
Working as a live-in maid during summer vacations in order to pay my way through nursing school. This is my second summer on the job. My first was with a family in my home town and I doubled as their nanny. I am nieve and virginal and don't expect any bad from people.
Long wavy red hair, light blue eyes, porcelain skin, petite body with size B breasts and a round ass, very little 'landing strip' of hair above pussy.
First come first serve.
Name: Malcolm
Age: 45
Malcolm has been living on his own for some time now. He is well over 6' tall, bald, and piecing blue eyes. He had just won some money in the Lottery, and decided that he would hire himself a live-in maid for probably the summer, maybe longer, depending on how it worked out. He was muscular, and when he saw Nicole, he knew that he would have her at some time. He was well endowed, and definitely not virginal. He decided he would try to wine and dine her at first, but if that didn't work, he would get more interested in it.
He saw her pull up into his driveway, and had to smile. He went out to meet her with a smile. "Good morning Nicole, I'm Malcolm. Let me help you with your bags." He grabbed her bags with ease, and led her into the house, and showed her to her room. There was a uniform sitting on the bed for her. It was a tyical French maid outfit, with all the frills.
Nicole took in her surroundings with the critical eye of youth. Not very much by way of entertainment, definitely a bachelor's home, very utilitarian, not exactly a feminine feeling place in the least. "Hmmm, rustic." she said when she first walked in. "I like that, reminds me of my grandparent's cabin. We used to camp there sometimes back when I was a little kid." she said.
Her room was plain but nice. A small room with an old dresser with a vanity mirror attached to it, a bookshelf with some dusty volumes in it, a plain single bed and a little desk and chair with notepaper and a fountain pen. The room also had a sink and a little toiletry cabinet in one corner. Malcolm explained the house only had one bathroom which they'd have to share. She nodded. He certainly did need a maid. He wasn't a slob but looked like a person who cleaned only in spurts and would let things go for far too long in between spurts. She supposed that's why he had called for her help.
The french maid outfit seemed such an outdated idea to Nicole. Still, she accepted that she would be asked to wear a uniform. "Should I wear that when I am 'on the clock' or whenever I am not in my bedroom or on my way to or from the bathroom?" she asked. She had a friend from maid training, Ginny, who had been instructed that she had to be in uniform whenever in any of the household family member's presence. Ginny complained about them all the time. They were so particular. It made Nicole curious what sort of boss Malcolm would be.
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Malcolm smiled and shook his head. "Nah, only when your on the clock is fine. You can wear whatever you want on your free time." He looked her over with a particular eye and smiled. "You are pretty, you know that Nicole?"
He was beginning to get a reaction to her, and he wasn't really trying to hide it either. He smiled and let her get settled in. "You start tomorrow, go ahead and get settled in today."
It unnerved Nicole a little bit that the boss remarked on how pretty she was. What did that have to do with cleaning his house? She felt kind of wierd with him standing there staring at her like a hungry wolf. Knowing there was no one else in the house but him made her feel a little uneasy. She just smiled weakly and thanked him.
After he left the room she hung the work uniform on the back of the door and set to unpacking her clothes and putting them in the dresser drawers. She had filled up the dresser pretty quickly and still had not found a place for her socks and underwear and smaller things like hair clips and head bands. She found a rolling storage box underneath the bed and was relieved. Nicole put her socks on one side and her underwear on the other. Her little hair things and jewelery and small things like that she simply put into the front zipper pocket of her suitcase and rolled that under the bed to sit beside the storage box, so she could access the zipper pocket easily by just sliding the suitcase out when she needed those things.
She put her toothbrush and floss, perfume, and spray on hair conditioner onto the sink and then was finished unpacking. Nicole sat on her bed and looked around the small, drab room. "Looks like this is home for the rest of the summer." she told herself, willing herself to get used to it. She dusted and studied the volumes on the bookshelf. Classics, mostly, a few collections of short stories that she thought might be interesting on some more boring nights and a whole bottom shelf full of erotic fiction. She'd never been the type to even look at a Playboy magazine. What she glimpsed from skimming a few pages of some of these collections was beyond her wildest imaginings, and made her blush profusely. She put those books away quickly, embarrassed to have even lifted them from the shelf.
Her room was fully examined and so Nicole decided to take a tour of the house, ending finally in one of two dens. One den was another reader's dream, the walls were lines with books and one wall had a gorgeous big fireplace. The other was more for entertainment. It had a small bar in one corner, a large screen television and a fairly nice set of stereo equipment. Nicole heard nothing in the quiet house but light came from under the closed door of a room she'd been told was off limits to her, Malcolm's study. She assumed he must be in there now and decided to entertain myself watching some tv. She found the remote control and sat on the leather sofa, flicking through channels, nothing was very interesting. She settled on a rerun of Friends.
Malcolm was sitting in his study watching some of his private pornography, and thinking about young Nicole and how he would love to have her as his. He had his special toys in there for people like her, and to break them to his will. His cock was out standing proud now, as he watched her on a private screen also, watching what she was doing. "Yah that's it baby, just watch the tv for a while." He pressed a button on a counsole that let out a odorless phermone that would have her feeling good, and also horny while sitting in the room. He sat back and watched while he stroked himself.
By the time Friends was over Nicole had gotten very warm and decided to take off her sweatshirt. Beaneath it she wore a green tank-top. She was feeling more comfortable and decided to flip through more channels, weather, a documentary on Egypt she'd seen a hundred times before, an old cowboy movie, commercials, commercials, an infomercial, CNN, porn, local tv, another infomercial...Nicole checked to make sure Malcolm was still in his office and it was safe. Ever since rhe littl ebit of erotic reading she'd done in her room she had been feeling a little more horny than usual. She went back a couple of channels and put the tv volume lower. She watched a hard core three-play scene. A woman being fucked in both ass and pussy by two studly guys. Nicole almost laughed at how bad the acting was but yet she couldn't bring herself to change the channel just yet. She could not tear her yes away, watching the pumping of this woman's holes, listening to the moans as these people fucked away...it was making Nicole feel extremely horny, she uncrossed her legs, feeling the squishiness of her own pussy growing wet as she watched. She had never been with a man before. She'd had boyfriends but had never let it get that far. As she watched this woman on the screen. She couldn't help wondering what it felt like to be fucked like that. Nicole licked her lips, spreading her legs a little to allow access for her hand to reach up her jean skirt, rubbing herself through her panties as she watched the movie, yet listened for Malcolm's door, so she could stop and change the channel the second he would approach.
Malcolm was watching, and could see everything she was doing and smiling at it. "Damn she it hot." He had a few other things that he could do, but decided to let her do her work with what she had right now. He had a camera that was just in the right position to watch her playing with herself under the skirt, and he could see how wet she was. He was stroking himself in time with her, so that he would get off at the same time she did. He smiled as he knew what movie she was watching, for it was actually being controlled from the room he was in now. He flicked through his collection, and smiled at the next movie that he was going to show her. He put it in the player, showing a young blonde thing getting gang fucked by a bunch of black men with big cocks.
Nicole was soon playing with herself in earnest, she'd moved aside the fabric of her panties to reach her fingers into her pussy, to plunge into her vagina and stroke her clit. Moving faster and faster the more she got into the movie. Soon she was panting and biting her lip to keep from grunting in pleasure. She was about to cum any minute.
Malcolm was just about to cum also, and smiled as she was fingering herself with such enthusiasm. The original movie was now over, and the one with the blonde in the gang bang was now playing. He watched her eyes for the spot where he could come in on her where she would be begging for him or any man to take her.
Just as she was about to cum, Nicole panicked, thinking of his beautiful rich, leather sofa and the mess she might make and certainly wouldn't want to explain. She reddened at the thought and put her panties back in place, quickly shutting off the tv and running off to her room. She decided she'd go to bed early, finish up under the sheets and try to ignore her dirty thoughts until sleep would come.
Malcolm smiled as he shot off his load and watched her leave the media room and head back to her room. He had cameras all over that also, in places where he could see what she was doing, even under the covers. He then remembered his manners, and after cleaning himself up, and straitening himself up, he went and knocked on her bedroom door, with a tray of food. "Nicole, I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some dinner." He called through, and didn't enter until she said he could.
Nicole had been laying in bed panting, se had just masterbated herself to orgasm and was catching her breath when a knock at the door startled her. "Nicole, I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some dinner." Malcolm called.
She rose, slowly, putting on a nightshirt and padding over to the door to let him in. She smiled greatfully, "I'm your maid, shouldn't I be bringing you dinner?" she joked happily. "Thank you, Mr...I mean, Malcolm." she said, letting him enter.
"You haven't started yet, so dinner is my job tonight." He smiled at her as he entered with the tray of food. He looked at her with a smile and set it down on her dresser. "So did you have enough room for everything?"
Nicole thought it would be rude to admit that she just barely had enough room for all of her stuff so she politely nodded, looking over the tray with roasted chicken breast, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. "It looks delicious. Did you make this yourself?" she asked, trying to make polite conversation, glad the smell of food was overwhelming the scent of female sex that had moments ago been pervasive in her room.
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Malcolm smiled and nodded. "Oh yes, you will find that I can do quite a few things, what being a bachelor and living up here all by myself and all. I wired the whole place myself." He grinned and nodded. "If you aren't warm enough with the blankets, there are more in the hall closet just outside your room. I didn't know how much room you would need when I put this room together, it's more of a guest room than anything else, but I don't get much guests anymore, so you have it for as long as you stay here."
"Thanks." smiled Nicole, she grabbed the plate from her dresser and sat at the foot of her bed, indian style, resting the plate on a pillow she'd placed on her lap. She took a bite of mashed potato. It was really good. She then looked up, noticing Malcolm still stood there watching her and smiling. She wondered what else he wanted. She supposed it must get lonely out in the middle of nowhere by ones self. He probably just enjoyed having someone to talk to. Still, she found it oddly unnerving how he just stood by staring and smiling while she ate. She thought perhaps she'd talk a bit longer with him since he didn't seem in any hurry to leave her room despite her discomfort having him there. "Um, so...how long have you lived out here?" she asked, taking a sip of the fresh iced tea he had apparently also made himself.
"I've been up here for many years, I find it interesting and calming you could say. So how do you like studying being a nurse? That is what your doing isn't it, or what your going to be studying."
She wondered how he knew that. Although they had talked a little about school on the drive up from the train station in the nearest town (an hour away) Nicole didn't recall having told him she was in nursing school. "I...think nursing is my calling. I really love helping people and I think I would love working in neonatal or pediatrics, although right now they have us doing study into every kind of medicine. In the fall we begin interning and we'll work a little in every department." she replied.
Malcolm smiled and nodded. "Sounds like you love what you will be doing, they need more nurses and doctors that have that kind of dedication. So you like my cooking, that's good, I'm a pretty good cook, and you will see how big and convenient the kitchen is tomorrow." He wasn't hiding the fact that he was getting an erection just from the sight of her, and smiled at her playfully
Nicole noticed a bulge in Malcolm's pants, starting to grow. She nearly choked on her iced tea. She sputtered and then quickly wiped her mouth with a napkin apologizing as she tried to avert her gaze elsewhere. "Well..." she had to think of something to change the subject and get him to leave soon. It kind of bothered her knowing he was getting a hard on just standing there in her room watching her. "...Um... it's kind of getting late...what time would you like breakfast made?" she asked, hoping he'd take the reference to the late hour as a hint to finish up the conversation and get the hell out. She was really starting to get the willies around him, especially at the thought that she was turning him on.
Malcolm smiled and nodded. "Well I will talk to you tomorrow then. I'm usually up by 8, so anytime after that would be fine for breakfast." He smiled and left the room, closing the door behind him. He went to his room, and flicked on the private TV that had a hook up to all the cameras in her room and the house, and watched her for a while while taking care of his problem.
I am:
Nicole Girard
Age: 18
Working as a live-in maid during summer vacations in order to pay my way through nursing school. This is my second summer on the job. My first was with a family in my home town and I doubled as their nanny. I am nieve and virginal and don't expect any bad from people.
Long wavy red hair, light blue eyes, porcelain skin, petite body with size B breasts and a round ass, very little 'landing strip' of hair above pussy.
First come first serve.
Name: Malcolm
Age: 45
Malcolm has been living on his own for some time now. He is well over 6' tall, bald, and piecing blue eyes. He had just won some money in the Lottery, and decided that he would hire himself a live-in maid for probably the summer, maybe longer, depending on how it worked out. He was muscular, and when he saw Nicole, he knew that he would have her at some time. He was well endowed, and definitely not virginal. He decided he would try to wine and dine her at first, but if that didn't work, he would get more interested in it.
He saw her pull up into his driveway, and had to smile. He went out to meet her with a smile. "Good morning Nicole, I'm Malcolm. Let me help you with your bags." He grabbed her bags with ease, and led her into the house, and showed her to her room. There was a uniform sitting on the bed for her. It was a tyical French maid outfit, with all the frills.
Nicole took in her surroundings with the critical eye of youth. Not very much by way of entertainment, definitely a bachelor's home, very utilitarian, not exactly a feminine feeling place in the least. "Hmmm, rustic." she said when she first walked in. "I like that, reminds me of my grandparent's cabin. We used to camp there sometimes back when I was a little kid." she said.
Her room was plain but nice. A small room with an old dresser with a vanity mirror attached to it, a bookshelf with some dusty volumes in it, a plain single bed and a little desk and chair with notepaper and a fountain pen. The room also had a sink and a little toiletry cabinet in one corner. Malcolm explained the house only had one bathroom which they'd have to share. She nodded. He certainly did need a maid. He wasn't a slob but looked like a person who cleaned only in spurts and would let things go for far too long in between spurts. She supposed that's why he had called for her help.
The french maid outfit seemed such an outdated idea to Nicole. Still, she accepted that she would be asked to wear a uniform. "Should I wear that when I am 'on the clock' or whenever I am not in my bedroom or on my way to or from the bathroom?" she asked. She had a friend from maid training, Ginny, who had been instructed that she had to be in uniform whenever in any of the household family member's presence. Ginny complained about them all the time. They were so particular. It made Nicole curious what sort of boss Malcolm would be.
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Malcolm smiled and shook his head. "Nah, only when your on the clock is fine. You can wear whatever you want on your free time." He looked her over with a particular eye and smiled. "You are pretty, you know that Nicole?"
He was beginning to get a reaction to her, and he wasn't really trying to hide it either. He smiled and let her get settled in. "You start tomorrow, go ahead and get settled in today."
It unnerved Nicole a little bit that the boss remarked on how pretty she was. What did that have to do with cleaning his house? She felt kind of wierd with him standing there staring at her like a hungry wolf. Knowing there was no one else in the house but him made her feel a little uneasy. She just smiled weakly and thanked him.
After he left the room she hung the work uniform on the back of the door and set to unpacking her clothes and putting them in the dresser drawers. She had filled up the dresser pretty quickly and still had not found a place for her socks and underwear and smaller things like hair clips and head bands. She found a rolling storage box underneath the bed and was relieved. Nicole put her socks on one side and her underwear on the other. Her little hair things and jewelery and small things like that she simply put into the front zipper pocket of her suitcase and rolled that under the bed to sit beside the storage box, so she could access the zipper pocket easily by just sliding the suitcase out when she needed those things.
She put her toothbrush and floss, perfume, and spray on hair conditioner onto the sink and then was finished unpacking. Nicole sat on her bed and looked around the small, drab room. "Looks like this is home for the rest of the summer." she told herself, willing herself to get used to it. She dusted and studied the volumes on the bookshelf. Classics, mostly, a few collections of short stories that she thought might be interesting on some more boring nights and a whole bottom shelf full of erotic fiction. She'd never been the type to even look at a Playboy magazine. What she glimpsed from skimming a few pages of some of these collections was beyond her wildest imaginings, and made her blush profusely. She put those books away quickly, embarrassed to have even lifted them from the shelf.
Her room was fully examined and so Nicole decided to take a tour of the house, ending finally in one of two dens. One den was another reader's dream, the walls were lines with books and one wall had a gorgeous big fireplace. The other was more for entertainment. It had a small bar in one corner, a large screen television and a fairly nice set of stereo equipment. Nicole heard nothing in the quiet house but light came from under the closed door of a room she'd been told was off limits to her, Malcolm's study. She assumed he must be in there now and decided to entertain myself watching some tv. She found the remote control and sat on the leather sofa, flicking through channels, nothing was very interesting. She settled on a rerun of Friends.
Malcolm was sitting in his study watching some of his private pornography, and thinking about young Nicole and how he would love to have her as his. He had his special toys in there for people like her, and to break them to his will. His cock was out standing proud now, as he watched her on a private screen also, watching what she was doing. "Yah that's it baby, just watch the tv for a while." He pressed a button on a counsole that let out a odorless phermone that would have her feeling good, and also horny while sitting in the room. He sat back and watched while he stroked himself.
By the time Friends was over Nicole had gotten very warm and decided to take off her sweatshirt. Beaneath it she wore a green tank-top. She was feeling more comfortable and decided to flip through more channels, weather, a documentary on Egypt she'd seen a hundred times before, an old cowboy movie, commercials, commercials, an infomercial, CNN, porn, local tv, another infomercial...Nicole checked to make sure Malcolm was still in his office and it was safe. Ever since rhe littl ebit of erotic reading she'd done in her room she had been feeling a little more horny than usual. She went back a couple of channels and put the tv volume lower. She watched a hard core three-play scene. A woman being fucked in both ass and pussy by two studly guys. Nicole almost laughed at how bad the acting was but yet she couldn't bring herself to change the channel just yet. She could not tear her yes away, watching the pumping of this woman's holes, listening to the moans as these people fucked away...it was making Nicole feel extremely horny, she uncrossed her legs, feeling the squishiness of her own pussy growing wet as she watched. She had never been with a man before. She'd had boyfriends but had never let it get that far. As she watched this woman on the screen. She couldn't help wondering what it felt like to be fucked like that. Nicole licked her lips, spreading her legs a little to allow access for her hand to reach up her jean skirt, rubbing herself through her panties as she watched the movie, yet listened for Malcolm's door, so she could stop and change the channel the second he would approach.
Malcolm was watching, and could see everything she was doing and smiling at it. "Damn she it hot." He had a few other things that he could do, but decided to let her do her work with what she had right now. He had a camera that was just in the right position to watch her playing with herself under the skirt, and he could see how wet she was. He was stroking himself in time with her, so that he would get off at the same time she did. He smiled as he knew what movie she was watching, for it was actually being controlled from the room he was in now. He flicked through his collection, and smiled at the next movie that he was going to show her. He put it in the player, showing a young blonde thing getting gang fucked by a bunch of black men with big cocks.
Nicole was soon playing with herself in earnest, she'd moved aside the fabric of her panties to reach her fingers into her pussy, to plunge into her vagina and stroke her clit. Moving faster and faster the more she got into the movie. Soon she was panting and biting her lip to keep from grunting in pleasure. She was about to cum any minute.
Malcolm was just about to cum also, and smiled as she was fingering herself with such enthusiasm. The original movie was now over, and the one with the blonde in the gang bang was now playing. He watched her eyes for the spot where he could come in on her where she would be begging for him or any man to take her.
Just as she was about to cum, Nicole panicked, thinking of his beautiful rich, leather sofa and the mess she might make and certainly wouldn't want to explain. She reddened at the thought and put her panties back in place, quickly shutting off the tv and running off to her room. She decided she'd go to bed early, finish up under the sheets and try to ignore her dirty thoughts until sleep would come.
Malcolm smiled as he shot off his load and watched her leave the media room and head back to her room. He had cameras all over that also, in places where he could see what she was doing, even under the covers. He then remembered his manners, and after cleaning himself up, and straitening himself up, he went and knocked on her bedroom door, with a tray of food. "Nicole, I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some dinner." He called through, and didn't enter until she said he could.
Nicole had been laying in bed panting, se had just masterbated herself to orgasm and was catching her breath when a knock at the door startled her. "Nicole, I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some dinner." Malcolm called.
She rose, slowly, putting on a nightshirt and padding over to the door to let him in. She smiled greatfully, "I'm your maid, shouldn't I be bringing you dinner?" she joked happily. "Thank you, Mr...I mean, Malcolm." she said, letting him enter.
"You haven't started yet, so dinner is my job tonight." He smiled at her as he entered with the tray of food. He looked at her with a smile and set it down on her dresser. "So did you have enough room for everything?"
Nicole thought it would be rude to admit that she just barely had enough room for all of her stuff so she politely nodded, looking over the tray with roasted chicken breast, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. "It looks delicious. Did you make this yourself?" she asked, trying to make polite conversation, glad the smell of food was overwhelming the scent of female sex that had moments ago been pervasive in her room.
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Malcolm smiled and nodded. "Oh yes, you will find that I can do quite a few things, what being a bachelor and living up here all by myself and all. I wired the whole place myself." He grinned and nodded. "If you aren't warm enough with the blankets, there are more in the hall closet just outside your room. I didn't know how much room you would need when I put this room together, it's more of a guest room than anything else, but I don't get much guests anymore, so you have it for as long as you stay here."
"Thanks." smiled Nicole, she grabbed the plate from her dresser and sat at the foot of her bed, indian style, resting the plate on a pillow she'd placed on her lap. She took a bite of mashed potato. It was really good. She then looked up, noticing Malcolm still stood there watching her and smiling. She wondered what else he wanted. She supposed it must get lonely out in the middle of nowhere by ones self. He probably just enjoyed having someone to talk to. Still, she found it oddly unnerving how he just stood by staring and smiling while she ate. She thought perhaps she'd talk a bit longer with him since he didn't seem in any hurry to leave her room despite her discomfort having him there. "Um, so...how long have you lived out here?" she asked, taking a sip of the fresh iced tea he had apparently also made himself.
"I've been up here for many years, I find it interesting and calming you could say. So how do you like studying being a nurse? That is what your doing isn't it, or what your going to be studying."
She wondered how he knew that. Although they had talked a little about school on the drive up from the train station in the nearest town (an hour away) Nicole didn't recall having told him she was in nursing school. "I...think nursing is my calling. I really love helping people and I think I would love working in neonatal or pediatrics, although right now they have us doing study into every kind of medicine. In the fall we begin interning and we'll work a little in every department." she replied.
Malcolm smiled and nodded. "Sounds like you love what you will be doing, they need more nurses and doctors that have that kind of dedication. So you like my cooking, that's good, I'm a pretty good cook, and you will see how big and convenient the kitchen is tomorrow." He wasn't hiding the fact that he was getting an erection just from the sight of her, and smiled at her playfully
Nicole noticed a bulge in Malcolm's pants, starting to grow. She nearly choked on her iced tea. She sputtered and then quickly wiped her mouth with a napkin apologizing as she tried to avert her gaze elsewhere. "Well..." she had to think of something to change the subject and get him to leave soon. It kind of bothered her knowing he was getting a hard on just standing there in her room watching her. "...Um... it's kind of getting late...what time would you like breakfast made?" she asked, hoping he'd take the reference to the late hour as a hint to finish up the conversation and get the hell out. She was really starting to get the willies around him, especially at the thought that she was turning him on.
Malcolm smiled and nodded. "Well I will talk to you tomorrow then. I'm usually up by 8, so anytime after that would be fine for breakfast." He smiled and left the room, closing the door behind him. He went to his room, and flicked on the private TV that had a hook up to all the cameras in her room and the house, and watched her for a while while taking care of his problem.
