Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. title: Masters and Axel author: tim4or5 universe: paying attention part: 26 summary: I am not a slave, I am a domestic professional. keywords: MF, MFF, cons This story contains sexually explicit material. Email comments to twalden4 at juno dot com with ASSTR in the subject line. Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. Technical note: A gasp is a rapid intake of breath. In this story, it also means a rapid expelling of breath, since it is close to the sound I mean. Sigh, grunt, groan, pant and scream don't work. Masters and Axel I had noticed him on the street before with his will work for food sign, so I thought why not? He looked okay. I stopped on my way home from work that evening and asked if he could clean? He said yes, he could do that. So I invited him home. He was tall and said his name was Axel. I lived in a two bedroom apartment with three other girls. Two of us were nurses and two were technologists at the hospital. Marge was there and she agreed. She has freckles. I showed Axel the vacuum and cleaning supplies and he went to work. The dust was pretty thick. None of us liked to clean and there seemed to be a competition as to who could do the least when it was her turn. Axel vacuumed, dusted and scrubbed. All the mold in the bathroom disappeared. The gronkles on the kitchen floor vanished, as did the dishes in the sink. We didn't have a dishwasher. Many spiders were made homeless. He scrapped off the paint splatters that had been on the windows since we moved in and washed them. We were all amazed. I paid him and invited him to sit down to dinner with the four of us. We had mac and cheese and ice cream. He told us funny stories about growing up in town, going to the tech college, and not being able to find a job. When we were done I asked if he would help with the laundry? I knew a good thing when I found it. He said he would be happy to. So we loaded up my car, drove to the laundromat, and sat and talked as we waited for six machines to finish. I told him about moving here and working in the lab. He asked which underwear was mine when we were folding stuff, and I told him. After we loaded everything back into the car, I kissed him and invited him to stay the night. The two bedrooms weren't that large, so we had one queensize bed in each. We weren't lesbians, but none of us currently had boyfriends and it was friendlier and more convenient to have sex with each other than alone. That hadn't been the original plan, but Pamela liked to grope other girls and one thing had led to another. She agreed to sleep with Marge and Sandy that night. Sandy has brown hair and doesn't wear panties with her nightshirt. Axel and I went to bed early. We closed the door and stood next to the bed kissing for a long time. He had taken a shower and changed his clothes after we did laundry, so he was clean if a bit ragged. My tongue sought his. His hands explored my back and buttocks. I pressed myself against his erection. After some time, I backed up and slowly took off my clothes. I have dark green eyes. They looked into his as I reached behind myself. His eyes dropped as I lowered my bra. I bent down to lower my panties and stepped out of them. His eyes stayed on my crotch. I hoped he could see how excited I was. I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. He just stood there. I parted my legs slightly and watched his brown body emerge from his clothes. Maybe he wasn't much larger than average, but he looked huge. I had never had sex with a black man before and was looking forward to this. I grabbed his penis when he lay down and kissed him for a while longer. His hand moved over my breasts then moved down to my crotch. His fingers slipped inside. After a few minutes I gasped out my first orgasm. He moved down to suck my breasts, and before too long I had another. I can't help it. If someone keeps stimulating me I just keep having them. This time he moved on top of me afterward and slid in up to the hilt in one smooth stroke. He kept kissing me but didn't start moving. He just stayed pressed up firmly against me. I waited. I asked if he was going to do anything? He said not yet. So I just squirmed around a bit until I came a third time. Then he finally started moving. Slowly. I had no reason to be impatient, but that didn't stop me. So I let it go. I let go of all of the tension in my muscles and my body and sank down into the sensation of his penis moving inside my vagina and his weight pressing down on my chest and my thighs. It didn't stop my orgasms. It just slowed them down. Some time later I felt him moving much faster, then he gasped several times and filled me with his cum. Later that night I woke him up and he did it again. My cup runneth over. He was gone when I woke up in the morning, but I heard people in the kitchen. I went out and found he had made breakfast in his boxers and my roommates had hired him as a live in housekeeper, in their not quite long enough nightshirts. I understood why when I tasted his omelet. He explained that he had trained to be a chef at the technical college. I asked where he was going to sleep and they all offered to share their beds, even though half of one of them was mine. I wasn't sure if they were serious but went along. It turned out they were. Axel went shopping that afternoon and prepared a feast for dinner. I listened to Sandy's orgasms in the next room that night, then to Marge's, before I finally went down on Pamela. I thought I'd had enough sex for a while, but I was mistaken. She has larger than average breasts. Things had quieted down next door by the time we were done. The next night I watched Axel fuck Pamela in her white tee shirt while I fingered myself, then stripped off mine before he had sex with me. And so it went. And so I hope it keeps on going.