Horny Maid Chronicles Part II [part 2 of 3] By: Oneguy4fun (joedurante@hotmail.com) After my little "sex capades" with Mr. Bombay, things did not change much. He was so busy that I barely saw him and when we did run into each other it was just a brief hello. Two things did change however: his private video collection disappeared ( I guess he figured I could get him into trouble) and my weekly pay increased. There must some truth when woman say they can use their body to get what they want. I was happy for the money and a little glad that Mr. Bombay did not expect anything more from me. We had a great time together, but I think it would be a bit uncomfortable fucking him and working for him at the same time. I was a little concerned about the video of us in the bedroom. At the time it was very erotic watching myself being fucked. A day or two later. I was thinking how stupid it was to allow him to videotape us. I had no idea whether or not he showed his private collection to anyone else. After a few weeks, nothing unusual happened and I forgot about the tape. I figured he kept quiet about our little incident. Boy was I ever wrong! Follow along in this next story and you'll know what I'm talking about. In the maid business, you often get your work through referrals. A few months back, Mr. Bombay referred me to the Olsen's. Mr. Olsen owned a travel agency and was always on the road. Mrs.Olsen was a business executive, always at the office. Twice a week I cleaned their 5 bedroom house. Mrs. Olsen was quite a social butterfly and would often have several guests over in the evenings or weekends while her husband was out of town. I never attended these events, but usually got stuck cleaning up the mess the day after. It was quite a bit of work, but Mrs. Olsen was always nice to me and would throw in a big tip to make up for the extra work. One Saturday when I was cleaning, Mrs. Olsen approached me and asked if I'd be interested in serving dinner to a few guests on Tuesday evening. She said that it would only be for a few hours and I would be paid $100. I graciously accepted the offer. A hundred bucks for a few hours of work was a no brainer to me. When I asked what I should wear, she smiled and said, "Mr. Bombay mentioned you had a cute little French maid's outfit. Why don't you wear that Tuesday night." Needless, to say I was a bit shocked and I could feel myself blushing from embarrassment. How much did she know? Had she seen the tape? I looked down at the floor and stuttered, "I...I...I don't know Mrs. Olsen. I don't think that outfit would be appropriate." "Nonsense. Why would you say that Dear?" she asked innocently. I wasn't sure how to respond without getting myself into trouble, but the words just came out, "well, the outfit is a bit revealing and risqué." "Oh, don't worry sweetheart, It'll be perfect. It's always fun to tease the guests a little bit. I insist that you wear it. Now be here at 4:30 Tuesday night." I was a bit shocked at what just happened. Mrs. Olsen turned and left before I could respond. I finished cleaning and went home wondering if I could go through with Tuesday night. Tuesday rolled around and I decided to go through with the evening. I figured it was only a few hours and the money was good. It might actually be fun getting dressed up and flirting with the rich folks. I tried wearing a bra with the French Maid outfit, but it was too tight and low cut. I tried several bras, but this outfit just did not go with bras. Finally I gave up and went bra-less. I put everything on that I wore before- A garter belt, stockings, heels, panties, choker, and the frilly hair piece (For a complete description of the outfit see Part 1). Now that I knew other people were going to see me in this outfit, it suddenly seemed shorter and tighter then when I wore it before. The slightest bend of my waist revealed my black silk panties surrounded by the lacy bottom of the garter belt. Although I was nervous, I found myself slightly aroused at the thought of wearing this risqué outfit infront of other people. I felt so naughty for what I was about to do. I had never done anything like this before. My nipples were already poking through the thin fabric. I arrived promptly at 7:00. Mrs. Olsen greeted me at the door and complimented me on how great I looked. "Turn around so I can see the whole ensemble," she said enthusiastically. Slowly I turned around, modeling the outfit. "Very sexy, dear! You look fabulous!" Her compliments comforted me, but I couldn't help but think that she seemed to enjoy looking at me a little too much. She gave me instructions on what to do for the evening. Nothing out of the ordinary, just serving food and clearing plates. I would be working with Pete, the cook. That comforted me a bit because Pete was a decent guy. She mentioned that I should go out of my way to please her guests and that if I did an excellent job I would receive a generous tip. When Mrs. Olsen finished she mentioned that I looked a bit nervous. I explained that I was little uncomfortable because of my revealing outfit. "Oh, don't be nervous. It's just a couple of my girlfriends coming over. Tonight's dinner is informal. In fact I want you to relax and have a fun time with us. Let's get you a glass of wine so you can relax." Mrs. Olsen pushed a button on the wall, which turned on an intercom to the kitchen. She ordered Pete to bring out a glass of wine for me. This was a bit unusual, because typically servants and maids were to be on their best behavior infront of guests. Pete came out with a glass of wine for me. He was looking pretty studly, dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt. The T-shirt clung tightly to him, showing off his chest and thick arms. While I ogled him, it was obvious that his eyes were glued to my cleavage. We exchanged greetings and he quickly headed back to the kitchen to finish cooking. As I sipped the wine I admired Mrs. Olsen outfit. She looked pretty sexy herself. She was wearing a short black summer dress that was quite revealing. Just when I finished the wine and relaxed a little, the guests started to arrive. To my surprise, there were only three guests (I know... I know.... I could have figured this out by looking at the place settings. Give me a break, I'm not that observant). Anyway, the night started off pretty normal. I poured wine, served shrimp cocktail appetizers, and started in with the entree. All the guests were being very friendly to me. As I moved in and out of the kitchen I sneaked a few sips of wine and Pete and I shared small talk. Pete knew that I worked for Mr. Bombay so he pointed out that one of the guests, Ms. Fritz, had been dating Mr. Bombay for about a year. I laughed to myself wondering what she would think if she knew that he fucked me like a wild man. "You're in for a treat tonight," Pete said. "What do you mean by that?" "You'll see. Just keep those wine glasses full. The more they drink the better it gets," he said as he refilled my wine glass with a smile. He peaked my curiosity. Unfortunately that was about the extent of our conversation because we were so busy. It didn't take long for me see what he was talking about. After about an hour, the ladies starting getting giddy and began to talk about sex. They were talking about fantasies, favorite positions, and techniques for blow jobs. As I cleared, the table I found myself getting absorbed into their conversation. I was also feeling a little giddy myself from all the wine I drank. It's hard to explain, but suddenly the atmosphere in the room was pure sexual tension. Maybe it was the wine, but I was getting aroused listening to the sex stories. A slight moistness began to form in my panties. This was when things started to get a little crazy. I moved in between Ms. Kay and Mrs. Brown to clear some dishes. As I leaned over, Ms. Kay placed her hand on the back of my right thigh and said to Mrs. Olsen, "Kathy, I just love your servant's outfit. These stockings are very sexy." She proceeded to run her hand up my thigh and feel the lace top to my stocking. Mrs. Brown repeated this motion on my left leg. "The lace is so beautiful and the garter belt matches perfectly," she said as she traced her finger along the strap of the garter belt. By know, both their hands were rubbing my inner thighs. Their fingers traced my inner thigh so lightly it sent tingles through my body. I was a bit stunned and not sure how to react. I stood up and tried to play it off by thanking them for the compliments. Ms. Kay continued her compliments, "What a beautiful garter belt. I've got to see the whole thing. Will you show it to us dear?" Her request surprised me. The garter belt went up pretty high around my waist and the only way to show it to them would be to take off the maid's outfit. I shyly replied, "I'd love to Ms. Kay, but this outfit is too tight. I'd have to take the whole thing off for you to see the garter belt." As I said this, Mrs. Olsen got up from the head of the table and walked behind me. She said, "Don't be shy dear, it's just us girls. Let me help you." It all happened so quickly. As the two ladies continued to run their hands along my thighs, Mrs. Olsen unzipped the back of my outfit and it dropped to the floor, exposing the garter belt along with my bare tits. She gently gripped both of my hands and pulled them behind my back, causing my tits to thrust upward. For a moment, I enjoyed the attention. Then I looked back at Mrs. Olsen ready to protest. She sensed my uneasiness and whispered in my ear, "It feels good doesn't it." By know Mrs. Brown's hands worked their way up to my breasts. She was gently circling my left nipple with her fingers while Ms. Kay's fingers were rubbing the outside of my panties. The silk material glided easily over my moist cunt. Mrs. Fritz was top-less on the other side of the table, playing with her nipples as she watched. I let out a soft moan. My body was loving the attention, my mind was telling me this was wrong. "I'm not that type of girl," I said softly and not very convincingly to Mrs. Olsen." "You are tonight, unless you want Mrs. Fritz to see your little porno you made with her boyfriend." I understood what she meant. I don't think Mrs. Olsen's threat was real. It was just her way of allowing me to justify to myself that I was about to have my first bi experience. "Okay," I whispered back, as I let my inhibitions go. A smile of triumph appeared on her face. She leaned down and left a trail of light kisses and licks up the side of my neck while sending chills down my spine. Ms. Kay managed to work a finger inside my panties and was rubbing my clit. Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Fritz were each sucking on my nipples. I was at their mercy, in complete ecstasy. It was like I was their sex toy to do with as they please, except I was reaping all the benefits. Pleasure and ecstasy engulfed me from all over and I exploded into my first female driven orgasm. By now, everyone was naked, except me. I still had on my panties, stockings, and heels. Mrs. Olsen announced to her guests that tonight was my first same sex experience. Everyone seemed a bit excited hearing this announcement. Then Mrs. Fritz came up with an idea. She had Mrs. Olsen get a silk scarf. The scarf was tied around my head, making a blindfold. I was then led into the living room and onto a couch. Ms. Fritz indicated that I was about experience the true difference between a man and a women. "We'll let you decide who is better," she said. "First, let's get these panties off." She carefully unhooked the garter belt from my stockings and slid my panties off. Although, I couldn't see, I could almost feel them admiring my exposed pussy. I keep it trimmed closely, almost hairless. My clit was engorged and dripping wet from my arousal. Someone's hand began massaging my pussy sending me into a deeper state of arousal. The sounds of other people around me kissing, moaning, and fondling each other, excited me even more. I was losing myself in the pleasure when Ms. Fritz's voice interrupted, "Okay were ready." She explained to me that Pete and Mrs. Brown were each going perform oral sex on me in a random order. I would then decide who was better. Under normal circumstances, this little surprise contest would have bothered me. I don't normally go around offering my pussy up to anyone who wants it. However, by now I was in a state of arousal where I would do just about anything; and so the contest began. The first contestant was off to a good start. It wasn't hard for me to figure out that it was Pete because I could feel his razor stubble. The stubble actually heightened my sensations a bit. I don't know if any woman could compete with that. Anyway, his tongue darted in and out of my pussy and he lightly nibbled on my cunt lips. I could hear him slurping up my juices. My orgasm was steadily building and I began fucking his face. As my moans grew louder, Pete pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into my cunt until I squeezed my legs tight around his head and came all over his face. Let me tell you that was a great orgasm. I've had many guys eat my pussy, and that had to be one of the best. Mrs. Brown is going to have to work hard to beat that I thought to myself. Still blindfolded, I was given a glass of wine and a few minutes to rest. Then Mrs. Brown started in on my pussy. Instead of diving right in, she teased my cunt with her tongue. She licked my pussy from top to bottom. A few times her tongue drifted down to my ass, awakening new sensations in me. Her teasing was driving me crazy. It made me want her tongue inside me even more. Finally she dove in and licked like a wild women. Her tongued curled up inside my cunt, almost gripping my insides. I moaned in pleasure, my pussy trying to suck her in deeper. She knew what I wanted. Her tongue controlled my pussy, teasing me with ecstasy. Juices flowed from my pussy, covering her face. As my orgasm approached, she slid the tip of her finger into my ass. I had never experienced this before. It took me by surprise, and it felt incredible. Thrusting my hips forward forced Mrs. Brown's tongue deep into my cunt. Thrusting my hips backward, forced her finger into my ass. It was absolutely incredible! These multiple sensations were more than I could handle and I screamed with orgasmic delight. When I was finished, Ms. Kay proudly announced that judging by my reaction, Mrs. Brown was the obvious winner. I agreed and admitted that it was the best oral sex I ever had. Everyone, except Pete was pleased with my results. Mrs. Olsen then dismissed Pete and I to finish cleaning up. As we walked back to the kitchen, I told Pete not to feel bad because nothing beats the feeling of a hard cock inside my cunt. Pete smiled and replied back, "oh yeah, why don't you prove it." I don't think he expected me to take him up on his offer, but believe it or not, after all that pleasure, I was craving a nice hard cock in my cunt. When we got into the kitchen, I leaned over the counter, spread my legs and told him to go to town. He didn't waste time (which was good because I just needed a quick fuck to satisfy my needs). Pete unzipped his pants revealing his hard cock. His cock slid easily into my pussy and with both hands holding onto my hips he began thrusting away. His cock slid deep into my pussy, his balls slapped against my ass. Ahhh, this is what was missing all night. This is the sensation that no woman can create. It didn't take long for all his pent up excitement to release. Soon I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing in my cunt. As his warm cum filled me, I closed my eyes, enjoying my final orgasm for the night. What a great way to end a strange day...