A Sassy Maid, Part I

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“Really, Craig, it’s great to have you back again,” John said. I had given him a long discussion of my work as he drove from the train station to his house, and the conversation had died for a minute. “Maureen is eager to meet you too.”“Sorry, again I couldn’t make it to the wedding.”“You’re excused, as I said then. But we’re eager to put you up for however long you need to write up your report. Do you have another assignment lined up?”“No, I get two months off after I turn in my final report.”“Good, good; like I said, you’re welcome to stay with us. It’s a big house so you won’t get in the way.”“And like I said, I’ll gladly take you up on it.”I had been overseas for three years working on an economic development project, and I hoped that two months without any worries would put me in the frame of mind to return for another project; for the past six months I had been run ragged and now wanted nothing more than to lie in the sun all day and sleep.After a pause, John said, “And there’s another matter.” I looked at him curiously with the change in his voice and began to smile as his words matched what his tone promised. “You are welcome to stay just as a guest. However, well, I told Maureen about how you and I shared Clarice and Donna and the others, and she was…interested. Very much so. If you wish, if you’re willing, Maureen wants to have both of us also.”I chuckled quietly. “I half suspected that; two months as a free guest seemed a little generous otherwise.”John laughed and said, “Yes, I thought you might get the ulterior motive. You don’t have to decide now, of course. You can wait until after you’ve met Maureen to decide.”“No, I think I’ll agree. Gladly. I have missed our times together.”“Mind you, you should tread carefully as you get a feel for her personality. She has strong boundaries.”“You have to, of course, to make it work. You know that as well as I do.”“Yes, and that’s one of the things Maureen liked about it. She told me a bit before our wedding that she was curious about threesomes. She liked what I told her about you, and we discussed it several more times at rather a great length. She decided you sound like you’re likely to respect her, do what she wants when she wants it, not get too attached to her… Our relationship’s primary, just like me and Donna or you and Clarice.”“Of course.”“So of course you won’t sleep with her and me often. Once a week maybe. Usually with both of us, but that at least isn’t hard and fast.”“Understood.”“And, you have to understand, she is in upper management and she is a black woman. That puts her in a position where complete and total discretion is required. It was a hard decision for her.”“Are you trying to talk me out of it? Because it’s not working.”He laughed and said, “Are you kidding? I’m on tenterhooks. I can hardly wait. It’s a shame she’s out of town for two weeks.”“You mentioned that. Business trip?”He nodded. “Big company meeting followed by training she’s giving.”“I have to say, I’m burning up with all sorts of questions of what she’s like now.” He smiled and said, “I don’t think you will find her anything less than a perfect partner. But I will say this, she is eager to see the two of us in action with each other.”“Then I don’t think she’ll be at all disappointed.”He laughed and pointed off to the right, “Almost there. You can see the chimney over the trees.”It was a largish house with two low wings spreading left and right from a larger central section. John parked and helped me with my bags, and when I entered I stopped short face to face with a woman slightly taller than me in a rather skimpy stereotypical French maid’s outfit. Her deep brown eyes gazed full into mine as I took in her dark skin, shoulder-length tightly curled hair, and nicely set-off figure, busty, full-hipped, and long-legged.John said, “Craig, I’d like you to meet our maid and cook, Melissa.”“It’s truly a pleasure,” I said.“Likewise, sir,” she smiled winningly, and held onto my hand for a few seconds as she thrust out her breasts, nipples clearly erect under the outfit as if to draw my attention away from her deep, beguiling cleavage.“Shall I show you to your room, sir?” she asked.I looked at John, who smiled slightly and said, “No, Melissa, I’ll do that. Would you make us some drinks? Include one for yourself.”“Yes, sir,” she smiled back, and after we deposited my luggage in a nicely appointed room, John showed me the other rooms of the wing I was in as we made our way to the library.As he showed me the bathroom, I said, “So, you two have a spectacular maid.”“She is.”“Which leads to the obvious question of why she is a maid and not, say, a supermodel.”“Too busty to be a supermodel, ankara escort you know. Designers like sticks, not real women.”We laughed and I said, “You know what I mean.”“Friend of Maureen’s family. Lost her job, we took her in as a favor.”“Charitable fellow.”We laughed and he said, “Charity, hell. We pay her a high salary and she’s worth every penny.”“Any other employees in the household, oh grand seigneur?”He smiled, “No. A gardener comes in twice a month or so, and everything else we three do.”“I’ll be glad to help out.”“We’ll be glad to take you up on your offer. Though we both know you’re just trying to get into the good graces of our maid.”We laughed, and by this time we were at the library. He led me in and we sat in two chairs facing the couch were Melissa held a small martini. I looked at the table and then John, and finally Melissa, who smiled warmly, and said, “So, Melissa, it would appear mind reading is another of your talents.”As I picked up my Manhattan, she smiled, “Oh yes, it certainly is. And my, what interesting thoughts you’re having as we speak,” as I took a sip and then choked slightly, banishing thoughts of stripping her bare from my mind.She laughed as John roared with laughter. “Melissa also has a sharp wit and a sharper tongue.”I smiled and raised my drink to her, “I’m glad you find them interesting.”She stared back into my eyes with a slight smile, “Interesting is, of course, a neutral term. One must ask oneself, ‘Is she speaking as a friend or a psychologist?’”I laughed out loud and John said, “No, I told her what you like to drink. All this is just Melissa being dangerous.”“Tell me, sir,” she asked after a sip, “about the project you were on. Sir and madame pretended not to understand it when I asked him earlier.”She smiled as John winced at the second sentence.I said, “No need for ‘sir.’ My name is Craig.”John added, “I’ve told you countless times there’s no need for that ‘sir’ nonsense. ‘John’ is fine.”“I am on the clock, sir.”I asked, “Do you often drink on the clock?”“The conditions of my employment are very lax in certain respects, sir,” she smiled coyly. “I can have a drink with company if I don’t have other work to do. Lunch is preparing right now and I’ll be free until evening once I’ve served it.”John added, “She will join us for dinner, unless you have any objections?”“Oh, none at all, certainly.”She smiled widely as John continued, “Melissa has the afternoon completely free for her own purposes. Whether they are benign or malign is her own business, which we never have learned because her free hours are never to be infringed upon. Condition of employment.”She smiled and nodded as I said, “I’ll make sure to do the same.”“Now please, sir, answer my question.”Shrugging off the exhaustion I felt on the topic after three years on the job, I then told her in as much detail as I cared to about the project: Supporting modernization of the agricultural sector and economic growth by strengthening value-added production chains and the introduction of international standards to allow free entry of local products onto global food markets. A bit to my surprise at first, but clearly to no surprise of John’s, she knew what I was talking about and quite a lot about the nation we had worked in. We talked for almost an hour with only slight additions from John, and far too soon she glanced at the clock and said, “And lunch will be ready now. If you please, sir,…”I nodded, and she turned to John with a raised eyebrow and slight wickedness lurking in her smile, “If I may be excused, Sir…”“God, don’t say that.” She simply grinned more widely and he waved her away.After she left he said, “Please don’t get the wrong idea. She does that just to irk me, I swear. She said once she was simply casting her employment in ironic terms. She’s a delight to share a house with, but she loves to push your buttons, and she does it just the right amount to make everyone else laugh without actually drawing blood.”“I like it, sir. Or should I call you ‘Master’? I must admit I’m not fully conversant with the appropriate term of address for one’s long-term host these days.”“Oh, lord, not you too.” We laughed and he said, “I think lunch should be ready now.” After lunch we cleared the table and washed the dishes, then had a quick cup of coffee. John asked, “So, are you going to nap this afternoon or start on your paperwork?”“I have a week to finish my report, so I’ll work on that.”“Dinner is at six or so. Melissa wants to get a gong so she can take another step toward turning this house into an English country manor, but since we’re not doing that, she’ll knock on your door, so be decent.”“Right.”As ankara escort bayan I had made detailed notes on the plane, I made remarkable progress on the report and was surprised back into my room by a knock on the door at 5:45. I opened the door to find Melissa waiting. “Did sir have a productive afternoon?”“Yes, and you know to call me Craig.”“Sir has said that, yes,” she replied with a subtle smile playing at the corner of her lips.“And why don’t you?”“I have taken it under advisement, sir.” I groaned in exasperation and she added, “Dinner will be ready. Follow me, sir.”As I walked behind her she walked rather more swayingly than need be, and when we reached the end of the hall I saw her smiling openly as she watched me in the mirror I hadn’t noticed before as I was staring down instead of at her head. I blushed and she grinned, then she turned her head to say, “It’s really a rather dull carpet, sir; may I ask why sir finds it so interesting?”I blushed even more furiously and said, “I’ve been overseas for three years.”“And they don’t have carpets there? How odd.”“Not ones of that fullness or color.”She smiled winningly, then looked down towards my belt, my straining erection pointing toward her, and then glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow and said with an even wider smile, “I see.” She then turned around and said, “Right this way, sir.” John was already seated, and with a glance at my crotch also looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, “Hard at work, I see. You need to take a break. Relieve some stress.”I simply sat, ignoring such obvious wit, and watched as Melissa uncovered the dishes and sat down to take her turn serving herself. Dinner was pot roast followed by pie, and as we ate, they asked me more about the places I had seen. When we finished the main course John sat expectantly as Melissa cleared the table, and when she had passed into the kitchen he asked at a conversational level, “So, how many lovers did you have while you were away?”I coughed and gestured with my eyes at the door and said more quietly, “None.”“None? A master swordsman like yourself?”“I was in a strait-laced society with a strait-laced and fully attached ex-pat community,” I said as quietly as I wished him to speak.“Don’t worry about the help,” he said, with the last word ironically phrased. “Good servants never tell tales out of school. But surely you could have found a willing unattached secretary not under your direct supervision, or perhaps availed yourself of commercial services…”“Relations with the staff are strictly forbidden, a policy I agree with, and you should know by now that I do not pay for sex.”“Not with money, but I remember a few times where you practically paid out all of your self-respect to bed a few women.”I glared for a moment and then smiled, “Let us speak no more of such misadventures.”“Did you at least relieve the pressure by hand?”“Christ, not so loud.”“Well?”“Yes, maybe once a month.”He whistled and shook his head. Soon Melissa came back in and began serving the pie. After she sat down, she said, “I must say, sir, you certainly have the strength of your convictions. I couldn’t ever last three years without sex. I’d burst within a month and the explosion would take out half the town. Or I’d jump the first person I came across, and the explosion at the end would be about as destructive.” She smiled as she watched me coughing loudly.When I was able to speak again I turned to John, “No tales out of school, eh?”John smiled as she said, “We’re still in the schoolroom, sir.”I laughed and said, “Shall we discuss something besides the sorrows of poor Craig?”We chatted over pie and coffee, and then John followed Melissa into the kitchen for a few minutes as I sat pondering the next section of my final report. Finally, I heard John say, “Agreed,” and Melissa replied, “Shake.”“Deal.”He came back in and said, “Melissa is going to retire after washing the dishes and is not to be disturbed for any reason.”Curiously sad, I nodded and said, “I see.”We sat there in leisurely conversation until we heard Melissa put away the last dish in the dishwasher and start it. She peeked around the doorframe and said, “Good night, sir. Good night, sir.”I smiled as John growled, “Christ, stop that.”She stood in the doorway, curtseyed, and walked away with her head held high. We heard the other door to the kitchen close, and John said, “So, you’re not too tired for a little fun, are you?”I smiled, “A little, but then I need to hit the sack.”We went into the library to pour ourselves a drink, and after we finished I said, “My bedroom.”“My plans exactly. The usual?”“Yes.”We were soon in my room, and we swiftly escort ankara undressed and fondled each other. He went to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube.“You provide your guests with every comfort.”“Yeah. If you were a woman, you’d find a pack of fresh batteries in there as well.”We laughed and he lubed us up. Often when we coupled in the past, we had lengthy foreplay, languid strokes, and sucks of each other’s cocks, bringing each other to the edge and relaxing, but this time was like our first time taking each other, fevered and rushed efforts to fully harden so as to thrust hard into each other as we had fantasized about during the preceding week of draining each other with our hands and mouths. When he was ready, I took my position over the foot of the bed. He pushed up against me, breathing heavily as I stood in anticipation of our usual hello. Soon the steady pressure of his cock was working him into me, and when he had the head inside he angled himself to put pressure on my prostate. He continued pushing steadily, and I hardened more than I thought possible. With a groan he slipped all the way inside and worked himself in and out slowly.The sensations in my loins were too intense to last long; after an eternity of three minutes I screamed and began pulsing spurt after spurt of thick jizz all over the bedspread without either of us once touching my cock. With a groan John pushed all the way inside me and held my hips roughly as he plunged back and forth, draining himself into me. It was like our first day that way, as I fucked him twice and he fucked me twice, each time coming simultaneously as the one drained into the other and the other onto the floor.After a dozen spurts I was finally done for the moment, and John pulled out and said, “Let me wash up. Need any more?”I thought of Melissa and shook my head, “No, I’ll save it up.”He smiled, “Fair enough. Really, though, is that enough for tonight?”“I think I’d be too sore after that orgasm to do anything.”“Right. A quick wash and I’ll get out of your hair.”After he washed off at the sink, I did the same. Both of us were soft and satisfied; John’s cock was an acorn and mine was little more. We kissed and he said, “Sleep well.”I returned to my bed and looked down at the streaks of drying cum on the bedspread. Suddenly I sensed somehow that I was not alone in the room. I looked around and noticed that the closet door seemed to have slid open. I had closed it firmly before dinner; it was open during our rushed fit of buggery, a fact that now came into conscious focus, and it was open wider now.“Come out,” I said, facing the closet. “Come out or I’ll come get you.”The closet door slid open and Melissa walked out, rather as I expected and much to my delight. “That was very impressive, sir,” she said. “Very exciting.”She came to a stop about a yard in front of me, her face with a light sheen of sweat, her nipples fully erect under her skimpy uniform, her breath rapid. “I loved watching, and I loved what I saw. Not the act itself so much; that never really appealed to me. But your passion. Your lust.” She looked down at my cock, which had gone fully erect, and said in a low, rich voice, “And clearly you like what you see as well, sir.” She looked up and said in a puzzled tone, “But, sir, please tell me, what is it you like so much in what you see? Is it my hair?”She twirled a curl around her fingers and looked fixedly into my eyes as I said, “Yes.”“Or does sir like my face?”“Oh yes.”“Or perhaps these?” She reached behind her and undid a button or two so that her outfit fell forward from the waist, exposing her deep brown breasts, their swollen flesh still firm enough to fight somewhat successfully against their weight, with coal-black nipples standing out erect from large black aureolae.I stared at her soft flawless skin, and up to her shoulders and neck, up to her eyes, and back down to her nipples, and said, “Yes.”“Or is it perhaps my skin? The texture…or perhaps the color?” She watched me closely until I said quietly and reluctantly, “Yes.”“Oh, sir, I’m not offended. I’m a very beautiful sight and I’m pleased when a connoisseur takes pleasure in my finer points.”“You’re very direct.”She shrugged and stood waiting. I stared at her, eager to devour her but stricken by my conscience; the difference in our positions, her position as a domestic, the low income that suggested, all combined to stop me cold. Moreover, I already realized she was more to me than the usual potential bed partner; I wanted to tread carefully to make sure I won her completely. After several seconds she said, “Ah, I think I see. I assure you, sir, I’m here voluntarily. By my own free will. This is not some service I’m forced to do as part of my job. I’m not a bed wench.” She grinned, “Please, sir, I quite like you.”“It’s completely voluntary? John didn’t suggest it or force you to do it?”“I urged him to let me.”“So…he knows.”

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