Archive-name: Maid.for.fun

From: jfriday@westmark.Stanford.EDU (The Crazy Archivist)

Subject: ARCHIVE: Maid for Fun (Lesbian)

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Maid FOR FUN

By Mistress Kay
Peggy and I were once neighbors a few years back, and we had gotten into the habit of having coffee at my apartment on Satur- day mornings. Usually I was wearing just my robe and she was still in her nightshirt.
One morning she kept joking 'I'd like to have you as my maid and have you serve coffee to me in bed every morning.' At the time I didn't place much emphasis on it. I had received an invitation to a costume party, but I couldn't decide what I wanted to wear.
The next Saturday, I was asking Peggy for suggestions about costumes. She looked over a coffee cup at me and said 'I think you should go dressed in one of those sexy naughty French maid outfits, and I even know where we can get one from.' Being at a loss for any other ideas, I agreed. That afternoon she returned with several boxes and a big grin on her face. In one box was a classic maid's outfit of black dress and white apron and cap. It had a very short skirt and was cut very low in the front with a very bare bosom effect. In another box I found a severe looking black satin corset with old fashioned laces and garters with lace and ribbon bows on each garter.
We took the costume into my bedroom, where Peggy started looking through my dresser and closet. "I thought so-nothing," she said, and reached into her bag again. She took out terribly bare panties, black stockings an almost nothing bra and incredibly high pointed toe pumps in black patent. I undressed,slipped the satin corset around my waist. Peggy laced it very tightly and told me to put on the sheer black stockings which reached within an inch of my crotch. I snapped the tabs in place, then put on the black panties, which were so fragile that they hid nothing. I looked at myself in the long mirror. The dress was long- sleeved. The neck was deeply scooped and had a boned bodice that supported the undersides of my breasts, thrusting them upwards to maximize there size and shapeliness, and squeezing them together to form a deep cleavage.
The hem was very short, just concealing my crotch in front and leaving a glimpse of the curve of my ass cheeks exposed behind. I slipped into the spiked heeled pumps and looked into the mirror again, adjusting the little lace cap and apron. The sight of my reflection was curiously exciting. Peggy said she was having a couple of people over for brunch and she wanted to get their opinions on my costume. After we got to Peggy's apartment, she disappeared into the bathroom and the doorbell rang. Peggy told me to answer the door.
Balancing precariously on the spiked heels, I opened the door to admit two women. Sheila was blonde, blue eyed, and wearing a blue dress that hugged her ample curves. Carol was Oriental, black hair with black eyes with charms that were well displayed in the slitted black skirt and white silk blouse she wore. After I showed the ladies in, Peggy came out of the bathroom. 'A new maid, I see,' Carol commented.
'Peggy never has any servant problems,' Sheila chuckled.
I just stood there wondering what was in store for me that after- noon. Peggy motioned me to follow her into the kitchen, where she explained that if I didn't play the part no matter what I was told to do, she would tell my boss that I was a lesbian. Since I didn't want to loose my job, I told her I would play along. There I was in this tantalizing sexy costume with those three gorgeous and obviously horny women. I served them shrimp cock- tails while they were chatting and appraising me the whole time. I announced 'Dinner is served' and they came into the dining room while I brought in the first course.
Back in the kitchen, I suddenly realized how hungry I was, and as the thought crossed my mind I picked one of the new potatoes from its symmetrical pattern and swiftly ate it. As I later served that dish, Peggy raised her eyebrows and eyed me. 'You've been stealing food,' she accused. Sheila and Carol looked at me, and I nodded, wishing I could retreat from the room.

'You're hungry, are you?' she asked.

'Yes,' I replied.

'Yes, Ma'am,' she scolded.

'Yes, Ma'am,' I said hesitantly.
'Well since this course will take us awhile, why don't you get practice by lapping Carol's pussy? That should keep your mouth occupied for a few minutes,' Sheila said, 'Carol would like that. Come on, dear, get yourself under the table or we'll be finished before you do.'
'Come over here first,' Sheila said, 'Scoop out one of those bouncing boobs, I'd like to taste one as an appetizer.'
I freed one of my breasts from the restraint of the dress and leaned over taking the nipple in her mouth. She sucked savagely for a moment and I flinched a little in discomfort. She then ran her hand up beneath the short skirt as she mouthed my breast and fingered my pussy through the flimsy nylon panties. 'Hey,' she said, 'her panties are wet right through.'
I wondered if I dared masturbate when I was next in the kitchen. I felt I could bring myself off in a few seconds, I was so aroused.
'Ok,' Sheila said, 'under the table and get busy licking, pretty maid.' I crouched down, going to my hands and knees to crawl under the table.
'Nice bottom too,' Peggy said appreciatively, reaching down and giving me a brisk swat that made me gasp. Carol spread her legs and I stared at her freely displayed pussy that was split open and waiting in front of me.
'Lick it,' Peggy ordered.
Her smell filed my nostrils as I explored the hot damp lining of her cunt, the juices flowing over my tongue. I prodded at her clit and heard her give a deep-throated whimper of pleasure. I put my tongue-tip into the tight entrance, then, pulling back, lapped at the pussy juice that flowed more freely in response. Peggy's hand touched my hair in a gesture of approval, of posses- sion. I renewed my probing of Carol, thrusting my tongue into her canal and vibrating my tongue over her clit.
'AahhHHHHHH,' Carol panted as her orgasm overtook her.
After brunch, I was ordered into the living room and told to stand next to Peggy. She pulled me down and soon I found myself bent double across Peggy's lap on the sofa. Her fingers leisure- ly drew my panties downward as far as my knees. The air seemed very cool on my exposed cheeks as I found myself anticipating what I thought was to come. I waited for the stroking of my pussy but to my dismay, they went on with their conversation about some previous acquaintance. I just lay there in that humiliating position, disregarded, while they continued to talk. My pussy was tingling and I could feel a trickle of juice making its way down my inner thigh.
'Oooohwow!' I gasped as I felt a stinging jolt of pain in my right ass cheek. A moment later, an identical shock traveled through my left cheek. The blows continued to descend relent- lessly, methodically, covering the whole area of my bottom with a web of stinging fire. Tears flooded my eyes and I sobbed in pain and protest. And still the paddle rose and fell, rose and fell. It seemed she held me effortlessly with her left hand flailing away with her right. I was helpless. Quite helpless....sobbing, writhing, coming, I seemed to melt, to lose all control. I was really her slave now, and she was showing me who was master. Whatever she commanded me to do, I would do...


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