Horny Maid Chronicles Part II [part 2 of 3]
By: Oneguy4fun (joedurante@hotmail.com)

After my little "sex capades" with Mr. Bombay, things did not change
much.  He was so busy that I barely saw him and when we did run into 
each other it was just a brief hello.  Two things did change however: 
his private video collection disappeared ( I guess he figured I could 
get him into trouble) and my weekly pay increased. There must some 
truth when woman say they can use their body to get what they want.  I 
was happy for the money and a little glad that Mr. Bombay did not 
expect anything more from me.  We had a great time together, but I 
think it would be a bit uncomfortable fucking him and working for him 
at the same time. 

I was a little concerned about the video of us in the bedroom.  At the
time it was very erotic watching myself being fucked.  A day or two 
later. I was thinking how stupid it was to allow him to videotape us.  
I had no idea whether or not he showed his private collection to anyone 
else.  After a few weeks, nothing unusual happened and I forgot about 
the tape.  I figured he kept quiet about our little incident.  Boy was 
I ever wrong!  Follow along in this next story and you'll know what I'm 
talking about. 

In the maid business, you often get your work through referrals. A few
months back, Mr. Bombay referred me to the Olsen's.  Mr. Olsen owned a 
travel agency and was always on the road.  Mrs.Olsen was a business 
executive, always at the office. Twice a week I cleaned their 5 bedroom 
house.  Mrs. Olsen was quite a social butterfly and would often have 
several guests over in the evenings or weekends while her husband was 
out of town.  I never attended these events, but usually got stuck 
cleaning up the mess the day after.  It was quite a bit of work, but 
Mrs. Olsen was always nice to me and would throw in a big tip to make 
up for the extra work.  One Saturday when I was cleaning,  Mrs. Olsen 
approached me and asked if I'd be interested in serving dinner to a few 
guests on Tuesday evening.  She said that it would only be for a few 
hours and I would be paid $100.  I graciously accepted the offer.  A 
hundred bucks for a few hours of work was a no brainer to me.  When I 
asked what I should wear, she smiled and said, "Mr. Bombay mentioned 
you had a cute little French maid's outfit.  Why don't you wear that 
Tuesday night."  Needless, to say I was a bit shocked and I could feel 
myself blushing from embarrassment.  How much did she know?  Had she 
seen the tape?  I looked down at the floor and stuttered,  "I...I...I 
don't know Mrs. Olsen.  I don't think that outfit would be 
appropriate." "Nonsense.  Why would you say that Dear?" she asked 
innocently. I wasn't sure how to respond without getting myself into 
trouble, but the words just came out, "well, the outfit is a bit 
revealing and risqué." "Oh, don't worry sweetheart, It'll be perfect.  
It's always fun to tease the guests a little bit.  I insist that you 
wear it.  Now be here at 4:30 Tuesday night."  I was a bit shocked at 
what just happened.  Mrs. Olsen turned and left before I could respond. 
 I finished cleaning and went home wondering if I could go through with 
Tuesday night. 

Tuesday rolled around and I decided to go through with the evening.  I
figured it was only a few hours and the money was good.  It might 
actually be fun getting dressed up and flirting with the rich folks.  I 
tried wearing a bra with the French Maid outfit, but it was too tight 
and low cut.  I tried several bras, but this outfit just did not go 
with bras.  Finally I gave up and went bra-less. I put everything on 
that I wore before- A garter belt, stockings, heels, panties, choker, 
and the frilly hair piece (For a complete description of the outfit see 
Part 1).  Now that I knew other people were going to see me in this 
outfit, it suddenly seemed shorter and tighter then when I wore it 
before.  The slightest bend of my waist revealed my black silk panties 
surrounded by the lacy bottom of the garter belt.  Although I was 
nervous, I found myself slightly aroused at the thought of wearing this 
risqué outfit infront of other people.  I felt so naughty for what I 
was about to do.  I had never done anything like this before.  My 
nipples were already poking through the thin fabric. 

I arrived promptly at 7:00.  Mrs. Olsen greeted me at the door and
complimented me on how great I looked.  "Turn around so I can see the 
whole ensemble," she said enthusiastically.  Slowly I turned around, 
modeling the outfit. "Very sexy, dear!  You look fabulous!"  Her 
compliments comforted me, but I couldn't help but think that she seemed 
to enjoy looking at me a little too much. 

She gave me instructions on what to do for the evening.  Nothing out of
the ordinary, just serving food and clearing plates.  I would be 
working with Pete, the cook.  That comforted me a bit because Pete was 
a decent guy.  She mentioned that I should go out of my way to please 
her guests and that if I did an excellent job I would receive a 
generous tip.  When Mrs. Olsen finished she mentioned that I looked a 
bit nervous.  I explained that I was little uncomfortable because of my 
revealing outfit. "Oh, don't be nervous.  It's just a couple of my 
girlfriends coming over.  Tonight's dinner is informal.  In fact I want 
you to relax and have a fun time with us.  Let's get you a glass of 
wine so you can relax." Mrs. Olsen pushed a button on the wall, which 
turned on an intercom to the kitchen.  She ordered Pete to bring out a 
glass of wine for me.  This was a bit unusual, because typically 
servants and maids were to be on their best behavior infront of guests. 
 Pete came out with a glass of wine for me.  He was looking pretty 
studly, dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt.  The T-shirt clung 
tightly to him, showing off his chest and thick arms.  While I ogled 
him, it was obvious that his eyes were glued to my cleavage.  We 
exchanged greetings and he quickly headed back to the kitchen to finish 
cooking.  As I sipped the wine I admired Mrs. Olsen outfit.  She looked 
pretty sexy herself.  She was wearing a short black summer dress that 
was quite revealing. 

Just when I finished the wine and relaxed a little, the guests started
to arrive.  To my surprise, there were only three guests  (I know... I 
know.... I could have figured this out by looking at the place 
settings.  Give me a break, I'm not that observant).  Anyway, the night 
started off pretty normal.  I poured wine, served shrimp cocktail 
appetizers, and started in with the entree.  All the guests were being 
very friendly to me.  As I moved in and out of the kitchen I sneaked a 
few sips of wine and Pete and I shared small talk. Pete knew that I 
worked for Mr. Bombay so he pointed out that one of the guests, Ms. 
Fritz, had been dating Mr. Bombay for about a year.  I laughed to 
myself wondering what she would think if she knew that he fucked me 
like a wild man. "You're in for a treat tonight," Pete said. "What do 
you mean by that?" "You'll see.  Just keep those wine glasses full. The 
more they drink the better it gets," he said as he refilled my wine 
glass with a smile.  He peaked my curiosity.  Unfortunately that was 
about the extent of our conversation because we were so busy.  It 
didn't take long for me see what he was talking about.  After about an 
hour, the ladies starting getting giddy and began to talk about sex.  
They were talking about fantasies, favorite positions, and techniques 
for blow jobs.  As I cleared, the table I found myself getting absorbed 
into their conversation.  I was also feeling a little giddy myself from 
all the wine I drank.  It's hard to explain, but suddenly the 
atmosphere in the room was pure sexual tension.  Maybe it was the wine, 
but I was getting aroused listening to the sex stories.  A slight 
moistness began to form in my panties.  This was when things started to 
get a little crazy. 

I moved in between Ms. Kay and Mrs. Brown to clear some dishes.  As I
leaned over, Ms. Kay placed her hand on the back of my right thigh and 
said to Mrs. Olsen, "Kathy, I just love your servant's outfit.  These 
stockings are very sexy." She proceeded to run her hand up my thigh and 
feel the lace top to my stocking.  Mrs. Brown repeated this motion on 
my left leg.  "The lace is so beautiful and the garter belt matches 
perfectly," she said as she traced her finger along the strap of the 
garter belt.  By know, both their hands were rubbing my inner thighs.  
Their fingers traced my inner thigh so lightly it sent tingles through 
my body. I was a bit stunned and not sure how to react.  I stood up and 
tried to play it off by thanking them for the compliments.  Ms. Kay 
continued her compliments, "What a beautiful garter belt.  I've got to 
see the whole thing.  Will you show it to us dear?" Her request 
surprised me.  The garter belt went up pretty high around my waist and 
the only way to show it to them would be to take off the maid's outfit. 
I shyly replied, "I'd love to Ms. Kay, but this outfit is too tight.  
I'd have to take the whole thing off for you to see the garter belt."  
As I said this, Mrs. Olsen got up from the head of the table and walked 
behind me.  She said, "Don't be shy dear, it's just us girls.  Let me 
help you."  It all happened so quickly.  As the two ladies continued to 
run their hands along my thighs, Mrs. Olsen unzipped the back of my 
outfit and it dropped to the floor, exposing the garter belt along with 
my bare tits.  She gently gripped both of my hands and pulled them 
behind my back, causing my tits to thrust upward. For a moment, I 
enjoyed the attention. Then I looked back at Mrs. Olsen ready to 
protest.  She sensed my uneasiness and whispered in my ear, "It feels 
good doesn't it."  By know Mrs. Brown's hands worked their way up to my 
breasts.  She was gently circling my left nipple with her fingers while 
Ms. Kay's fingers were rubbing the outside of my panties.  The silk 
material glided easily over my moist cunt.  Mrs. Fritz was top-less on 
the other side of the table, playing with her nipples as she watched. I 
let out a soft moan.  My body was loving the attention, my mind was 
telling me this was wrong.  "I'm not that type of girl," I said softly 
and not very convincingly to Mrs. Olsen." "You are tonight, unless you 
want Mrs. Fritz to see your little porno you made with her boyfriend."  
I understood what she meant.  I don't think Mrs. Olsen's threat was 
real.  It was just her way of allowing me to justify to myself that I 
was about to have my first bi experience. "Okay," I whispered back, as 
I let my inhibitions go.  A smile of triumph appeared on her face. She 
leaned down and left a trail of light kisses and licks up the side of 
my neck while sending chills down my spine.  Ms. Kay managed to work a 
finger inside my panties and was rubbing my clit.  Mrs. Brown and Mrs. 
Fritz were each sucking on my nipples.  I was at their mercy, in 
complete ecstasy.  It was like I was their sex toy to do with as they 
please, except I was reaping all the benefits.  Pleasure and ecstasy 
engulfed me from all over and I exploded into my first female driven 
orgasm. 

By now, everyone was naked, except me.  I still had on my panties,
stockings, and heels.  Mrs. Olsen announced to her guests that tonight 
was my first same sex experience.  Everyone seemed a bit excited 
hearing this announcement.  Then Mrs. Fritz came up with an idea. She 
had Mrs. Olsen get a silk scarf.  The scarf was tied around my head, 
making a blindfold.  I was then led into the living room and onto a 
couch. Ms. Fritz indicated that I was about experience the true 
difference between a man and a women.   "We'll let you decide who is 
better," she said. "First, let's get these panties off."  She carefully 
unhooked the garter belt from my stockings and slid my panties off.  
Although, I couldn't see, I could almost feel them admiring my exposed 
pussy.  I keep it trimmed closely, almost hairless.  My clit was 
engorged and dripping wet from my arousal. Someone's hand began 
massaging my pussy sending me into a deeper state of arousal.  The 
sounds of other people around me kissing, moaning, and fondling each 
other, excited me even more. I was losing myself in the pleasure when 
Ms. Fritz's voice interrupted, "Okay were ready."  She explained to me 
that Pete and Mrs. Brown were each going perform oral sex on me in a 
random order.  I would then decide who was better.  Under normal 
circumstances, this little surprise contest would have bothered me.  I 
don't normally go around offering my pussy up to anyone who wants it.  
However, by now I was in a state of arousal where I would do just about 
anything; and so the contest began. 

The first contestant was off to a good start.  It wasn't hard for me to
figure out that it was Pete because I could feel his razor stubble.  
The stubble actually heightened my sensations a bit.  I don't know if 
any woman could compete with that.  Anyway, his tongue darted in and 
out of my pussy and he lightly nibbled on my cunt lips.  I could  hear 
him slurping up my juices.  My orgasm was steadily building and I began 
fucking his face.  As my moans grew louder, Pete pushed his tongue 
deeper and deeper into my cunt until I squeezed my legs tight around 
his head and came all over his face.  Let me tell you that was a great 
orgasm.  I've had many guys eat my pussy, and that had to be one of the 
best.  Mrs. Brown is going to have to work hard to beat that I thought 
to myself. 

Still blindfolded, I was given a glass of wine and a few minutes to
rest.  Then Mrs. Brown started in on my pussy.  Instead of diving right 
in, she teased my cunt with her tongue.  She licked my pussy from top 
to bottom.  A few times her tongue drifted down to my ass, awakening 
new sensations in me.  Her teasing was driving me crazy.  It made me 
want her tongue inside me even more.  Finally she dove in and licked 
like a wild women.  Her tongued curled up inside my cunt, almost 
gripping my insides.  I moaned in pleasure, my pussy trying to suck her 
in deeper. She knew what I wanted.  Her tongue controlled my pussy, 
teasing me with ecstasy.  Juices flowed from my pussy, covering her 
face.  As my orgasm approached, she slid the tip of her finger into my 
ass.  I had never experienced this before.  It took me by surprise, and 
it felt incredible. Thrusting my hips forward forced Mrs. Brown's 
tongue deep into my cunt.  Thrusting my hips backward, forced her 
finger into my ass.  It was absolutely incredible!  These multiple 
sensations were more than I could handle and I screamed with orgasmic 
delight. 

When I was finished, Ms. Kay proudly announced that judging by my
reaction, Mrs. Brown was the obvious winner.  I agreed and admitted 
that it was the best oral sex I ever had.  Everyone, except Pete was 
pleased with my results.  Mrs. Olsen then dismissed Pete and I to 
finish cleaning up.  As we walked back to the kitchen, I told Pete not 
to feel bad because nothing beats the feeling of a hard cock inside my 
cunt.  Pete smiled and replied back, "oh yeah, why don't you prove it." 
 I don't think he expected me to take him up on his offer, but believe 
it or not, after all that pleasure, I was craving a nice hard cock in 
my cunt.  When we got into the kitchen, I leaned over the counter, 
spread my legs and told him to go to town.  He didn't waste time (which 
was good because I just needed a quick fuck to satisfy my needs).  Pete 
unzipped his pants revealing his hard cock.  His cock slid easily into 
my pussy and with both hands holding onto my hips he began thrusting 
away.  His cock slid deep into my pussy, his balls slapped against my 
ass.  Ahhh, this is what was missing all night.  This is the sensation 
that no woman can create.  It didn't take long for all his pent up 
excitement to release.  Soon I could feel his cock twitching and 
pulsing in my cunt.  As his warm cum filled me, I closed my eyes, 
enjoying my final orgasm for the night.  What a great way to end a 
strange day... 


