Mistress Maid

I was very lucky to have found work as a maid in the home of a wealthy
couple. Esme and Robert were rich and good-looking, and very nice. I
didn’t mind working for them at all. Esme hadn’t been feeling well, so
they asked me to stay the weekend. Esme asked me to help her take a
bath, so I did. I blushed a little when I saw her naked, but she just
eased into the water. I washed her carefully, moving the soft suds
over her long, graceful limbs. It was humid in the bathroom, and I was
starting to sweat, and then when the water sloshed over the edge of the
enormous garden tub, Esme suggested that I take off my clothes.

I shrugged out of the short black dress and white apron that I wore
for work, and knelt by the tub in only my black bra and panties. Esme
was much taller than me, and though we were both thin, she had big
breasts and curvy hips, where I was built petite and small-breasted. I
was surprised to see the soft blonde hair at the apex of her thighs. I
had always thought she dyed her hair. “You have a beautiful body,”
Esme said, running her hand over my breasts.

My breath caught in my throat, and she leaned forward and kissed me
softly on the mouth, tangling her hands through my hair, releasing the
bobby pins that held it back so it fell, long and shiny blue-black,
over my shoulders. She moved my bra strap down my shoulder, exposing
one of my small tits, and idly fingered my nipple as I tried to keep my
breathing under control. I thought she might kiss me again, but she
simply leaned back into the water and closed her eyes.

I finished bathing her, noticing that my nipples were hard and my
panties more than slightly damp, and then I helped her out of the bath
and dried her with one of their fluffy white towels which I had washed
earlier that day. Esme slipped into a short silk chemise and got back
into bed. She beckoned to me, and I walked towards her, slightly
nervous but very aroused.

“Strip for me, An,” she said. I finished pulling off my bra and
stepped out of my panties. Esme smiled and nodded. “Turn around,” she
said. I turned around, feeling my wet cunt lips brushing against my
thighs, and the juices leaking from my slit. Esme smiled at me and
patted the bed beside her. As soon as I sat down, she took me in her
arms and kissed me again.

We lay on the bed, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. I felt
so small beside her, her beautifully manicured hands tracing patterns
on my breasts and then dipping between my thighs to tease my wet pussy.
She was fingering my cunt when Robert walked in. I noticed him first
and gasped, trying to move away, apologizing profusely.

“Shh, An,” Robert said. He walked over and caressed my face, and I
could see his erection straining under his slacks. He joined us on the
bed, and soon he was naked as well. I was lying between Esme and
Robert as they kissed and caressed me, making me orgasm over and over
again.

“Would you like to eat Esme’s cunt while I fuck you?” Robert said,
kissing my ear and lightly nibbling on my neck. I sighed in pleasure
and rolled over, burying my face between Esme’s thighs. I had never
eaten pussy before, but once I got the hang of it, I loved it. It
tasted warm and sweetly salty, and I really liked the sounds of
pleasure Esme made when I ran my tongue over her clit.

Robert moved behind me and slid his cock into my pussy. It wasn’t
huge, but it was nice and hard, and he began to push it in and out of
my wet, tight pussy with slow strokes. I felt totally uninhibited and
natural in bed with Esme and Robert, and more to the point, I was
extremely turned on.

Esme came first, crying out in ecstasy as I pressed my tongue against
her clit. Then Robert pushed hard against my ass, his hands resting on
my slim hips, his balls slipping over my clit, and I could feel his cum
squirting inside me. We fell asleep on the bed together, and I spent
the rest of the weekend tending to their needs. I still like being
their maid, but I like being their mistress even more.