Maid to Order

The door had a crooked number eight at about eye level. I knocked on it, three short raps, and waited. She was supposed to answer, and she was supposed to be wearing what I had described over the phone. I had my bag-full-of-fun slung over my shoulder “ just a reusable, cotton grocery bag, but one used solely for situations such as this. The door opened, just a little, just wide enough for me to see her face and go inside.

“Welcome in, sir, Eva said, just as I’d told her to. The “sir part was just for fun. I was wearing a suit, after all, complete with a large strap-on tucked into my boxer-briefs. For tonight, I’d thought a little role-playing would be fun for a change. As she shut and locked the door behind me, I took in her get-up. It was perfect, from the thigh-high black stockings to the short, white and black maid’s outfit, her breasts practically spilling out of the top. It was so short I could almost see her garters. Certainly not something you’d want to be seen in public in, maybe not even on Halloween, because the black parts of the costume were made out of shiny, hot-as-fuck PVC. This was not your everyday maid’s get-up, but tonight called for all kinds of things out of the ordinary.

“You look nice today, Eva. I leered at her, letting every bit of my intentions for the night show. “Have you cleaned everything as I asked you to do, before I got home?

“Yes sir, everything, she said with a curtsy.

“Well, we’ll see about that. You know I’ll have to punish you if everything isn’t as it should be?

“Yes sir, I am aware of the consequences should my cleaning not be up to par.

“Well, let’s take a look around, then. I turned away from her, and slowly strolled over to the sofa. Sitting down on it, I continued my slow, suspenseful movements, and brought two fingers up to the table beside it, running them down its surface. My fingers were spotless when I looked down at them, but Eva didn’t have to know that. “You bitch. This table is fucking filthy. Come over here instantly. I let my displeasure show in my voice “ I knew it would make her wet, and that was certainly part of my plan this evening.

Her eyes downcast, Eva slowly walked over to me. I snapped my fingers. “Quickly, Eva, I haven’t got all night, you know.

She sped up her pace, and soon was right in front of me. “Take off your clothes.

“Sir?

“All of them. Strip for me.

“Y-yes, sir. Eva began to take off her clothes, first the maid’s costume, then her push-up bra, and last, her white cotton panties. I took her in, from her high, pert breasts to her landing strip and the lovely spot between her thighs, the one I knew would be soaked and dripping by the time I was through with her.

“Kneel. And she did, and I stood in front of her, and unzipped my pants, pulling out my thick, midnight-black cock, the one with the realistic head, the one which her lips would soon be around. “Suck it.

“Yes, sir, she said, and she wrapped one delicate hand around it, and took it in her mouth. I watch for a few moments, as she slobbered all over it, taking it in deep, and then I grabbed her hair, which was pulled back in a braid, and began to fuck her face. I did it much gentler than I would have liked to, but roughly enough to be enjoyable for both of us. I heard her moan as she sucked me, as I slid the dick in and out of her lips, spread wide just for me. Then I pulled it out, smacked her cheek a few times with it, and she stared up at me, wide-eyed, looking a perfect mix of shocked and turned on. Just how I liked her.

“Get up, you fucking whore, I said, and then I began to strip, watching her as she stood, trying to keep eye contact as I took off my shoes, my pants, and my strap-on, only my white, button-up shirt left on by the time I was done. I got onto the couch, leaning over the back of it, and spread my legs. “You know what to do. And oh, she did. I heard her as she approached, settling in behind me, and then I felt her hands, running down my back, lower, lower, until she lifted up my shirt to my waist. Holding it there, I felt her breath against my ass, and then I practically shivered in anticipation as I felt her tongue begin to paint a trail down my ass-crack, coming closer and closer until it reached my hole, and then I did shiver, as I felt her tongue flick against my tightest spot. Little flicks, then, up and down, side to side, and then circling, and then I felt the tip of it slide in, spreading me a little, getting me wet, and now I was practically dripping. This was one of my favorite acts, and was always part of her punishment, no matter what scenario we were acting out. I knew she enjoyed it, but when I was topping her, we both pretended it was not enjoyable at all for her, because that made it all the hotter. “That’s right, lick me, lick my ass, and I bit my lip as I said this. If only I could get off this way…but I knew I couldn’t, and so I said, “Stop, after a few moments, and she did. I climbed down from the couch, and reached into my bag, taking out a dildo and my favorite vibrator, which I had named Dworkin, just for fun.

“You know what to do, I told her, and I lay down on her floor, moving the straps of the strap-on apart, revealing just how wet I was. She kneeled between my legs, and slowly slid the dildo into my cunt. I sighed, because now, happily, we were getting to the best part. She would have her turn, once we were done, but I almost always got to come first. She began to fuck me with the dildo, slowly, and although I enjoyed this immensely, it also couldn’t get me off, not alone, not by itself. And so I clicked on Dworkin, its buzz sending happy tingles all throughout my thoughts, and then I placed it on my clit, and practically jumped “ it just felt that good. Eva continued to thrust the dildo into me, and smart girl that she was, she sped up bit by bit, as my moans got louder, as I began to writhe around, unable to hold still, and then that most glorious moment came, the one where the orgasm can’t be stopped or held back by anything, not even by me. I didn’t care if her neighbors heard me, I didn’t care about anything, except the fact that it felt so fucking good that I had to cry out.

My eyes slowly opened, and then I saw Eva’s face above me, smiling, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Sir? May I have one now?

“Yes, Eva, my darling, you may. I slowly lifted myself up off the floor, then grabbed her, tossing her onto the couch, and I set my mouth to work on my maid’s cunt¦on my girlfriend’s cunt, one of my favorite parts of her, but not the best by even an inch. No, the best was her smile, the one she’d given me now and then this night, but so hesitantly. Right now, I hoped it was wide and unabashed, and that soon her smile would change into something even more beautiful, the shape her mouth always made when she came.

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Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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