Maid Service with Multiple Celebs

[TheLW]

Maid Service
With Madison Beer
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Biting, Creampie, Handjob
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

(This story is inspired by the above pix)

As the hands of the clock inched ever closer to the upcoming weekend, Mark stood in the entranceway looking at his once-pristine kitchen now resembled a disaster zone, with pots and pans strewn haphazardly across countertops and dirty dishes overflowing in the sink. His entire apartment was in disarray, with clothes and papers scattered about and forgotten food containers emitting unpleasant odours. Mark sighed, realizing he had let the chaos get out of hand again.

The stench of unwashed dishes lingered in the air, as Mark wrinkled his nose in disgust. In all honestly he couldn’t believe that he let it get this bad. Mark admitted defeat; it was time to call for reinforcements. After a quick search online, he stumbled upon an ad for a maid service promising efficiency and professionalism.

Mark hesitated momentarily, pondering whether he truly needed help or could handle the mess himself. But one glance at the mountain of tasks ahead of him convinced him that he needed all the help he could get.

With a determined nod, Mark picked up his phone and dialled the number on the ad. A pleasant voice answered on the other end, introducing herself as Emily, the manager of the maid service. Mark explained his predicament, his tone filled with a mix of embarrassment and desperation. To his relief though, Emily was understanding and assured him that they would send someone over right away to help clean up the mess.

True to her word, there was a knock at the door, within the hour of Mark calling the agency for help. As Mark opened his front door, a figure emerged from the darkness. She stood at roughly 5'4", her dark hair cascading down to her waist in soft waves. Dressed in a tight black leather maid outfit with white trim, her curves were accentuated and highlighted by every strap and buckle. Her legs were adorned with sheer stockings that seemed to go on for miles, leading up to the matching black heels. The seductive and alluring scent of leather filled the hallway, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

Mark's jaw dropped slightly at the unexpected sight before him. He wasn't sure what he had been anticipating, but it certainly hadn't been a maid dressed in what could only be described as a dominatrix outfit.

"Uh, hi, I'm Mark. Please come in," he stammered, feeling slightly flustered by Madison's presence.

Madison arched an eyebrow, her gaze assessing him with a hint of amusement. "Nice to meet you, Mark. Mind if I come in?" she said smoothly, already stepping past him into the apartment before he could respond. Her dark eyes flickered around the disarray with a hint of amusement.

"So, where would you like me to start?" Madison asked, her voice smooth and tinged with an undercurrent of mischief.

Mark cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Oh, um, right.

She moved with purpose, gathering cleaning supplies and organizing her duties with efficiency. Mark followed her lead, assisting where he could but mostly finding himself entranced by her confidence and grace in handling the chaos of his home. As they worked together, Mark couldn't help but be drawn to Madison's magnetic presence.

As the hours ticked by, the once chaotic apartment began to transform. Madison's hands moved with practiced precision, swiftly taming the clutter that had overtaken Mark's living space. The whirlwind of dust and debris gradually settled, revealing a sense of order and calmness in the room.

Mark watched in awe as his belongings found new homes and the floor became visible once again. Madison's expertise was like a magic wand, bringing harmony back to the chaos.

As they scrubbed the counters and dusted the shelves, Mark couldn't stop stealing glances at Madison. Her eyes sparkled with every laugh, revealing dimples that deepened when she smiled. He couldn't deny the strong pull he felt towards her, especially when she flashed him a grin that lit up the entire room.

Mark looked at Madison draped in the black and white French maid outfit, his mind was filled with a long-standing sexual fantasy. He couldn't help but imagine the way her body would feel pressed against his, clad in the tight fabric and lace. He knew there were risks involved, but he couldn't resist the temptation of making a move on the stunning woman standing in his apartment. He could practically feel the electricity between them, igniting a fire within him. Taking a deep breath, he made his move, hoping to fulfill his fantasy with this beautiful incarnation of desire before him.

With each step he took, Mark's heart raced as he moved closer to Madison in the kitchen. She was bent over, meticulously scrubbing a pot with sudsy water. He couldn't resist the urge any longer, and with a deep breath, he playfully slapped her perfectly round and tempting backside to get her attention.

The sound echoed through the quiet kitchen, causing Madison to jump slightly in surprise. Her cheeks flushed pink as she turned to face Mark with a mixture of annoyance and amusement in her eyes. But he couldn't help but notice the faint sparkle of desire hidden behind them, making him wonder if his bold move had paid off.

"What was that for?" Madison asked.

"Sorry, I just...I couldn't resist," he stammered, trying to find the right words to explain his sudden outburst. "You make an incredible maid, Madison. And you look... stunning in that outfit."

For a moment, Madison seemed taken aback by his compliment. Then, she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?

With that, Madison stepped away from the sink and started walking toward Mark. He watched in awe as she moved gracefully across the room, her hips swaying with a sensuality that left him breathless. When she reached him, she stood on her tiptoes and leant in, whispering in his ear, "You know, most men are too intimidated to make a move on me.”

“Oh really?” he answers back “…I suppose I’m not like most men then.”

“I guess not.”

"I don't know about you, but I could use some cleaning up," he managed to say, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I think I can handle that, Mark. But first, let's finish this up," Madison said, gesturing towards the remaining dishes scattered around the counter. As the last dish was dried and put away, Madison turned to face Mark, her eyes locked onto his. She took a deep breath and stepped closer, her hand reaching for his.

"You know, Mark," Madison said in a low voice, sending shivers down his spine. "I must admit, I don't usually mix business with pleasure. But there's something about you that intrigues me."

Mark closed the distance between them, catching Madison off guard as their lips met in a searing kiss, before they broke apart, Mark looked her over once more.

In one swift movement, Mark lifts Madison off the ground, his hands grip onto her firm, round ass, placing her onto the sleek, marble kitchen counter. She lets out a surprised squeal, followed by a giggle, as she settles into her new perch.

Mark fumbles around as he removes his shirt, as he does so, Madison watches him, her eyes filled with a hint of desire. Sensing her approval, he continues to undress, each article of clothing falling to the floor until he stands before her in just his boxers.

He takes a step towards her, his hands reaching out to lower the straps of Madison’s France maid out, however, she stops him, placing her hands on top of his.

"Let me, Mark," she whispers seductively. As she speaks, she begins to slide the straps of her outfit down her shoulder. Mark's breath hitches as he sees her, her body glistening with sweat and arousal from their earlier work, as her breasts and oh-so-perfect nipples are exposed to him. Without a word, she motions for him to come closer.

As he moves to her, Madison grips his erection through his boxers, a devilish smile playing on her lips. She looks into his eyes, her gaze piercing his soul. "I bet you’ve been wanting to do this all day," she says to him.

Without saying a word, Madison undid his boxers, revealing his hardened cock. Mark gulps audibly, his eyes filled with lust, as Madison begins to stroke him, her fingers moving in a rhythm that only she knows.

Mark's eyes roll back in his head as Madison's touch sends a rush of pleasure through his body. He watches in awe as her fingers glide up and down his length, her movements methodical, yet teasing.

The intense fragrance of her perfume envelops the air, surrounding them in a heady mix of flowers and musk. Mark leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Madison's neck as he trailed delicate kisses down to her breasts, eagerly taking them into his mouth. The softness of her skin against his tongue sent shivers down his spine, the taste of her making his senses come alive. Their bodies intertwined in a passionate dance, fueled by desire and longing for each other.

Suddenly, Madison's grip tightened around Mark's cock, and he gasped in surprise. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a combination of lust and mischief. With a smirk, she began to pump him faster, her fingers slick with his precum. As Madison continued to stroke him, Mark couldn't help but run his hands over her body. He loved the way she felt, the way her body responded to his touch. His moans echoed through the kitchen, fueling Madison's insatiable desire.

Mark sinks his teeth into Madison's delicate flesh, clamping down on her dime-sized nipples with a ferocious force. He tugs and twists them, eliciting guttural moans of ecstasy and pain from her. The sharp sting of his bite mingled with the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body was on fire, aching for more, as Mark's fingers and lips explored every inch of her. Madison’s hips bucked against him, grinding herself against his erection.

"Mark, don't stop, please..." Madison breathed, her voice thick with lust. "I need you, I want you."

Mark made sure to still handle Madison with care. His hands shook slightly as he undid the last fastenings on her French maid outfit. He parted her legs as Madison lay back on the cold marble counter, her eyes never leaving his. Mark pushed inside her slowly, feeling the warmth of her walls envelop him. He started moving, thrusting deeper with each pump into her snatch. Madison arched her back, her eyes closed tight in pleasure. He watched her, feeling a mix of wonder and arousal as he took her.

As they continued, Madison's moans grew louder, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the kitchen. Sweat dripped down their bodies, the scent mixing in with the remnants of the soap Madison had used to scrub the dishes. Mark's hold on Madison's hips tightened, with his thrusts becoming more forceful. He wanted to make sure that she enjoyed every second of this as much as he was.

Madison could feel her orgasm building, the wave of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. She gripped his arms, her nails digging into his skin, and let out a cry of ecstasy. Her body shook with each thrust, her pussy tightening around him, signalling her impending release.

Mark felt Madison's orgasm approaching, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he joined her in the euphoria. He sped up his pace, wanting to send her over the edge, and then pull her back with him. When Madison's orgasm finally crested, her body shook beneath Mark's, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. He thrust into her one last time, and then he came too, releasing his seed into her. He pulled out of Madison, and she quickly wrapped her arm around her waist to cover her sensitive flesh with a tender smile.

"I can't believe we just did that," Madison chuckled, her voice hoarse from the passion.

Mark chuckled in response, a warm, satisfied grin on his face. "I don't know about you, but I think it's safe to say I'll never look at a kitchen sink the same way again."

Madison laughed, the sound of their giggles filling the kitchen.

The End

[TheLW]

Maid Service #2
With Jordyn Jones
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Anal, Blackmail, Fingering, Reluc, Rimjob
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.



I’d hired Jordyn Jones three weeks earlier as my live-in maid, and from the first day I knew she was trouble wrapped in a tiny black-and-white French maid outfit. She was only 5'3", petite but stacked in all the right places, that made the ruffled top strain across her perky tits and the short skirt flared out over her round little ass. Her long blonde hair was usually pulled up into playful pigtails with white ribbons, and those big, hazel eyes, framed by heavy makeup and those cock-sucking red lips. She moved like a dancer, hips swaying with every step, the white thigh-high stockings with their big satin bows hugging her smooth legs and making her look like pure fuckbait.

I paid her well, gave her a room in my sprawling house, but I’d noticed things disappearing. Small stuff at first, a watch here, some cash from the nightstand. Then I started leaving the safe in my study cracked open on purpose, just a test. Tonight, I came home early from a late meeting and caught her red-handed.

The study door was ajar, the heavy steel safe wide open. Stacks of hundred-dollar bills and velvet jewelry boxes were scattered across my oak desk. And there was Jordyn, kneeling on the Persian rug in her slutty maid uniform, her short skirt hiked up around her waist as she stuffed thick wads of cash into the front of her corset-style top. Diamond necklaces dangled from her wrist, and a pearl strand hung between her cleavage like she was already trying it on for size.

I pushed the door open fully and leaned against the frame, arms crossed. The click of the latch made her freeze.

“Jordyn,” I said, my voice low and calm. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She whipped around, eyes wide with panic, those red lips parting in a guilty gasp. A few bills fluttered to the floor. “I, I wasn’t... sir, please, it’s not what it looks like. I swear I was going to pay it back!”

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me with a deliberate thud. The lock clicked. “Needed money? You’re making good cash here, living rent-free. And the cameras?” I pointed up at the discreet security domes in the corners. “Everything’s recorded. High definition. Police would love this footage. Theft, breaking and entering into my safe... you’re looking at felony charges, sweetheart. Jail time. Ruined life in your twenties.”

Jordyn's face paled under the makeup, but I saw the calculation in her eyes, the way her thighs pressed together under the skirt. She knew she was fucked. “Please... don’t call the cops. I’ll do anything. I’ll put it all back right now. I’ll work extra hours. Just... don’t call the cops.”

I crossed the room slowly, towering over her petite frame. Up close, she smelled like vanilla body spray and nervous sweat. I grabbed her chin, tilting her face up so she had to look at me. “Anything? That’s a dangerous word, Jordyn. Because what I want right now isn’t money or extra cleaning. I want you. All of you. Tonight. On your knees, bent over, whatever the fuck I say. You steal from me, you pay with that tight little body. Understand?”

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing. A tear threatened at the corner of one eye, but her nipples were already hardening visibly against the thin fabric of her top. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” I released her chin and gestured to the desk. “Bend over. Ass up. Skirt flipped. Now.”

Jordyn hesitated for half a second, then obeyed, turning and laying her upper body across the cool oak surface. Her tits squished against the wood, and she reached back with trembling hands to hike the short ruffled skirt higher, exposing the perfect globes of her ass. The tiny black thong she wore underneath disappeared between her cheeks, the white bows on her thigh-highs framing everything like a gift.

“Spread your legs wider. Show me what I own now.” I said, as I moved behind her.

Jordyn did, stepping her heeled feet apart. The movement made her ass cheeks part slightly, revealing the thin strip of fabric over her pussy and the tight pink pucker of her asshole above it. I hooked two fingers into the thong and yanked it down roughly, letting it tangle around one ankle. Her bare cunt glistened already, pink, shaved smooth, lips puffy with reluctant arousal. But I wasn’t starting there.

I dropped to my knees behind her, gripping her firm ass cheeks with both hands and spreading them wide open. The musky, clean scent of her hit me, mixed with the faint vanilla from her skin. “First thing you’re going to learn, thief,” I growled, “is that this ass belongs to me now. And I’m going to eat it like the dirty little slut you are.”

Jordyn whimpered, her body tensing. “Oh God... sir, that’s so...”

“Shut up and take it.”

I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly from the bottom of her soaked pussy lips all the way up to her tight little asshole. She jolted hard, a sharp gasp escaping her red lips. I did it again, slower this time, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her. Then I focused on her rim, circling the pink hole with the flatness of my tongue, licking broad and wet, getting her nice and sloppy.

“Fuck... that feels so nasty,” she moaned, pushing back against my face despite herself. Her voice was breathy, already cracking.

I buried my face deeper between her cheeks, my nose pressed right against her skin as I licked and sucked at her asshole with hungry, obscene sounds. My tongue pushed against the tight ring of muscle, probing, trying to slip inside. She was so fucking tight back there, clenching at first, but I kept at it, long, swirling strokes, then pointed jabs with the tip of my tongue, fucking her ass orally while my hands kneaded her cheeks.

Jordyn’s moans grew louder, turning into desperate little whines. “Sir... oh fuck, your tongue is in my ass... it’s so dirty, I can’t believe you’re eating my asshole like that...”

I reached one hand around her hip and found her sensitive area, rubbing it in firm circles with two fingers. Her pussy was dripping now, juices running down my hand and her thighs, soaking the tops of her white stockings. I alternated between licking her cunt and devouring her ass, long laps over her folds, then diving back to tongue-fuck her puckered hole deeper, stretching it open with my wet muscle.

She was grinding back against my face, pigtails bouncing, the satin bows on her thighs quivering. “I’m gonna cum... please, don’t stop eating my ass, sir. It feels too good...”

I persisted. I drew her most sensitive flesh between my lips while my tongue made one final exploration of her most intimate place, and she came undone, Jordyn’s voice breaking free as her body responded with tremors and wetness against my face, muscles contracting around my persistent touch. I continued through the waves of her pleasure, extending the intensity until she collapsed forward onto the desk, her composure dissolved into breathless, quivering surrender.

When Jordyn finally came down, panting hard, I stood up, wiping my glistening mouth with the back of my hand. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my zipper. I freed it, stroking the thick length a few times as I admired the view, her ass red from my grip, asshole shiny and winking with my spit, pussy lips swollen and leaking.

“You taste like an expensive whore, Jordyn,” I said, pressing the fat head of my cock against her spit-slicked asshole. “Now you’re going to take it hard and fast in this greedy little ass. No lube but my tongue. You stole from me, so I’m stealing this hole.”

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes filled with lust and fear, red lips parted. “It’s too big, sir... please go slow at first...”

I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and thrust forward without warning. The head of my cock popped past her tight ring, and she cried out sharply, her body jerking forward on the desk. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pulled back an inch and slammed in deeper, forcing another thick inch into her clenching ass.

“Fuck! It hurts... oh God, your cock is splitting my ass open!”

“Take it, you thieving slut,” I snarled, and drove the rest of the way in with one hard thrust, burying my entire length balls-deep in her hot no longer virgin asshole. The grip was insane, tighter than any pussy I’d ever felt, rippling and squeezing around me like a vice.

I started pounding her immediately, hard and fast just like I’d promised. My hips slapped loudly against her ass cheeks with every savage thrust, the wet, filthy sounds of my spit-lubed cock reaming her asshole filling the study. The desk creaked under the force, her tits bouncing against the wood, pigtails flying wildly.

“Whose ass is this now, Jordyn?” I demanded, yanking one of her blonde pigtails like reins to arch her back.

“Yours, sir! Fuck, it’s your ass! I’m your dirty maid whore!” she screamed, her voice hoarse and broken with every punishing thrust.

I railed her without slowing down, long deep thrusts that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, stretching her ruined hole wide. Her asshole gripped me so perfectly, fluttering and clenching as I used her. I reached around again, fingering her soaked cunt roughly while I fucked her ass, making her drip even more.

“You like getting your ass destroyed, don’t you? A good for nothing thief getting blackmailed into anal like the little slut you are.”

“Yes... yes, I love it! Harder, please, fuck my ass harder!” She was pushing back now, meeting my thrusts, her body betraying any shame as another orgasm built.

I picked up the pace even more, fucking her ass with raw, animalistic force, hips snapping, balls slapping wetly against her pussy lips. Sweat dripped down her back, mixing with the mess between her cheeks. I spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints on her pale skin, then spread her cheeks wider to watch my thick cock disappear into her stretched hole over and over.

Jordyn came again, harder this time, her asshole spasming wildly around my cock, milking me as she wailed into the desk, legs shaking in those cum-soaked thigh-highs. The sight and feel pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt one final time, groaning as I unloaded deep inside her. Thick, hot ropes of gooey sticky cum flooded her rectum, rope after rope of my baby batter filling her tight ass until it was overflowing, leaking out around my shaft as I kept grinding through the last spurts.

I stayed buried inside her for a long minute, both of us panting, her body limp and used over the desk. Slowly, I pulled out, watching with satisfaction as my cum poured from her gaping, red asshole, running down her thighs and dripping onto the rug in thick white strands.

“Clean yourself up,” I said, zipping up and stepping back. “But leave the cum where it is for now. Tomorrow morning, you’re wearing an even shorter skirt, no panties. And you’re going to wake me up with that mouth on my cock. This blackmail arrangement is just getting started, Jordyn. Every day you work here, you pay with your holes. Steal from me again, and the video goes public.”

She stayed bent over, breathing ragged, ass still twitching and leaking my load. Her voice was small but submissive when she finally answered. “Yes, sir... I understand. I’m yours now.”

I left her there like that, used, cum-dripping, and utterly broken in the best possible way, while I poured myself a drink from the bar in the corner. The safe was still open, but the money and jewelry didn’t matter anymore. I had something far more valuable, complete control over my pretty little blonde maid.

Over the next few days, the pattern continued. Mornings started with her on her knees in my bedroom, those red lips stretched around my cock as she sucked me off with desperate enthusiasm, swallowing every drop like a good girl. Afternoons, I’d bend her over the kitchen counter while she was “cleaning,” fucking her tight pussy until she begged for mercy. But nights... nights were for her ass.

One evening, I made her crawl to the study on all fours, maid skirt flipped up, cum from earlier still crusted on her thighs. I ate her ass out again, longer this time, tonguing her deeply while she fingered her own cunt, making her squirt all over the floor. Then I fucked her ass even harder, flipping her onto her back on the desk with her legs over my shoulders so I could watch her face contort in pain and pleasure as I pounded her into oblivion.

She came to crave it, the filthy blackmail turning her into my eager anal slut. “Please, sir, use my asshole again,” she’d whisper while I railed her, her eyes rolling back. “Fill me up... make me your cumdump maid.”

By the end of the week, the safe was locked again, but Jordyn’s holes stayed open for me whenever I wanted. She still wore the uniform, shorter now, just as ordered, but the theft charges were forgotten. In their place was raw, dirty ownership. And every time I caught her bending over, that perfect ass on display, I remembered exactly how it all started, with her greedy little hands in my safe, and my tongue buried deep in her most forbidden hole.

The blackmail had worked better than I ever imagined. Jordyn Jones wasn’t just my maid anymore. She was my personal fucktoy, paid in cum and kept in line by the threat of exposure. And I planned to enjoy every single filthy inch of her for a very long time.

The End