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Fun With Appliances (FF)
By Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

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A housekeeper finds more than one use for her vacuum.

An erotic story for adults only.

***

Billie felt the hand slide along her side and across her 
warm tummy to cup her breast. The hand played with her 
nipple for a few seconds, and then a rough, early 
morning, male voice said, "Honey, are you awake?"

"Mmmph," was all the reply she could manage.

The hand squeezed her breast and the voice said, "How 
about a little morning fun?"

Billie didn't bother to answer. She rolled on her side 
and pulled her up her knees. She felt the bed bounce and 
heard a drawer open and close. There was the whisper of a 
foil pack opening and then the bed trembled once more as 
her boyfriend, John, moved into position behind her. She 
felt a cool sensation as the lubricated condom nudged 
aside her pussy lips and John slipped his diminutive cock 
into her pussy. The bed began sway gently as John pumped 
his hips. Billie wasn't sure which came first - John's 
little penis or her return to sleep. 

Two hours later Billie shook her flame red hair into 
place before a mirror at work. She checked her face and 
then stepped back. The western resort where she was 
employed used blue jeans and white knit shirts as a work 
uniform. At five feet - two inches tall, Billie wore size 
four jeans that were molded to her butt. The shirt she 
wore was much too large for her tiny waist, but only 
barley large enough for her D-cup breasts. 

Satisfied with her look, Billie left the locker room and 
headed for the employee lounge. She got a cup of coffee 
and joined the other maids at a long table. Shortly, 
Gloria, their supervisor joined them and handed out 
assignments for the day. As the other maids left, Gloria 
and Billie got together. They had been best friends in 
high school. Gloria had married right out of school and 
taken a job at the resort. Now, at twenty-three years of 
age she was the resort's head housekeeper. Billy, on the 
other hand, had stayed single. She worked part time at 
the resort and attended college. 

As they left the lounge, Gloria asked, "How was the big 
anniversary dinner last night?"

"John got us reservations at the Deerstalker," Billie 
said, naming an upscale restaurant. "It was good - lots 
of wine and dancing."

"And afterwards?" prompted Gloria.

"You mean in the bedroom?" asked Billy. Gloria nodded.

Billie stopped and turned to her friend. "Oh you won't 
believe it. I had candles lit and champagne ready us. 
Then I stepped into the bathroom for like five seconds, 
and when I came out he was sound asleep, snoring like 
some big old bear." 

Gloria laughed. "See? That's what happens when you get 
involved with an older man."

"He's only thirty-five," said Billie. "You'd think he 
could stay awake past midnight for sex." She was quiet 
for a second. "Actually, he did give it the old get it 
up, get it in and out this morning."

"Oh you're kidding," said Gloria.

"No. Anyway, I think he did. I'm not sure. I think I 
slept through it."

"It sounds," said Gloria, "like you two are an old couple 
already. You're going to have to get married or break 
up."

"He doesn't want to get married, and neither do I. When I 
graduate in a few months he'll probably toss me out for 
someone younger and prettier," sighed Billie. John was an 
instructor at her college. He was a nice, very 
considerate, and attractive guy. He always made sure that 
Billie got the classes she needed and at times that were 
convenient to her. But their sex life had never been 
satisfying. At least to Billie it hadn't. He was usually 
good for one attempt per week to really satisfy Billie, 
and he usually failed. The rest of the time, like this 
morning, he did a sort of apologetic quickie. 

"He might be able to nail a younger co-ed," said Gloria. 
"But prettier or with a better body just isn't going to 
happen."

"Thanks," said Billie with a genuine smile. "You've made 
my day."

"Here," Gloria said. "It gets even better." She handed 
Billie her assignment sheet. "You take the seventh floor. 
We're over staffed today, so take your time and get in 
some easy hours. Don't you let any of these old bitches 
talk you into helping them." Billie was a fast worker and 
the other maids often called on her for help when she had 
finished her own duties.

Billie laughed. "OK, boss. Anything you say, boss."

It was early afternoon when Billy came to the last room 
on her list. She knocked on the door and when she 
received no response, she used her passkey to enter. The 
first thing that hit her was the smell. It was a 
combination of stale alcoholic drinks and the lingering 
aroma of competing feminine fragrances. She looked around 
the room, and then smiled and said to herself, "Look's 
like we've had a party." 

There were several empty beer cans and wine bottles on 
the dresser as well as a couple of mostly empty bags of 
chips, and a depleted plastic tub of salsa dip. But the 
thing that caught Billie's eye was a pile of lingerie on 
one of the double beds. There must have been fifty pieces 
- mostly bras and panties - of different styles and 
colors. She imagined two couples in the room, with the 
woman trying on various combinations of sexy underwear 
and showing off their bodies to their boyfriends or 
husbands. 

Now that was something she could do for John, she 
thought. Of course he'd probably just nod off as she 
changed form one sexy outfit to another. 

Then it struck her that there were no masculine 
accoutrements in the room. So it must have been a group 
of ladies doing the partying, she deducted. Now Billie 
imagined women dressing up for other women. Throw in the 
liberal use of alcohol, and you either had something 
hilarious, or something very sensual. Her mind went back 
to her young teen years when she and her girlfriends had 
practiced kissing one another at pajama parties. A couple 
of those kisses had left her breathless and with a wildly 
beating heart. But kisses were as far as she'd gone with 
another girl. 

Billie snapped out of her daydream and went back to work. 
In a few minutes the room was clean and there were fresh 
towels in the bathroom. She had only to vacuum the rug 
and she would be finished. Billie lifted the upright 
vacuum from her maid's cart and plugged it in. When she 
hit the switch, there was a loud pop and then the motor 
began to hiss and crackle. Billie jumped back as a wisp 
of smoke appeared from the machine. She wasted no time in 
jerking the vacuum's plug from the wall socket. 

Billie took a deep breath to calm herself. She walked 
over to the vacuum and gave it a soft kick. "You scared 
the shit out of me," she fussed at the now quiet 
appliance. 

Billie frowned. She couldn't leave the floor undone. 
There were too many crumbs from the party on the carpet. 
She could take the broken vacuum down eight floors to the 
maintenance shop in the basement of the resort, but there 
was a good chance that they wouldn't be able to fix it 
immediately or have a replacement available. Then she 
remembered that she might have one quick alternative.  

Billie left the room and headed for the maid's closet. In 
there, under a shelf in the back she found what she had 
hoped would be there, the Branson 500 vacuum cleaner. The 
big silver cylinder must have been fifty years old. It 
looked as if the Branson Company had stopped making 
military equipment - possibly jet engines - and entered 
the market for industrial strength appliances. The 
machine was almost four feet long, and more than a foot 
in diameter. The body was cylindrical with indentations 
for the various attachments which were securely clipped 
to into place. The whole assembly was made of shiny steel 
and thick, black rubber; there wasn't a bit of plastic in 
sight. 

The vacuum didn't have any wheels; it sat on a couple of 
skids. Billie grabbed its thick metal handle with both 
hands and heaved it up against her thigh. As she 
struggled back down the hallway, she realized why the 
vacuum was in perfect condition. Not only was it built 
like a tank; it was almost as heavy as one. The thing was 
probably used only in an emergency.

With a grunt, Billie lowered the Branson 500 to the floor 
of the room. She locked the heavy braided fabric hose 
onto the snout of the vacuum, and then she unclipped one 
of the wands from its storage place. The wand was about 
three feet long. It was curved at one end to accommodate 
a thick rubber handle, and just behind that there was a 
metal ring that a person could use to regulate the amount 
of suction that was produced down at the business end. 
Billie ran her hand up and down the substantial metal 
tube that ran straight from the handle. The thing was as 
thick as her arm and phallic as hell. 

Billie giggled. Maybe if John's cock was as broad and 
long as this metal tube, their sex life might be more 
exciting. She shook her head at her weird thoughts and 
fixed the wand onto the hose, and then she tossed the 
assembly onto the bed. She pulled the vacuum's cord from 
its storage and plugged it into a wall socket. 

There was a low, whirring hum from the vacuum that grew 
in intensity by the second. Hearing the noise, Billie 
glanced at the machine, and then realized that the switch 
must have been left on. She heard a snuffling and 
whooshing noise from the bed. When she looked, she saw 
that she had thrown the end of the wand into the pile of 
lingerie, and one by one the pieces of sexy under-things 
were disappearing into the tube. She ran to the vacuum 
and stomped on the metal push-switch in order to turn the 
thing off. Billie picked up the wand and giggled at the 
sight of a matched set of bra and panties that had 
stopped only halfway into the tube. 

Now that, she thought, would be a fantasy come true - a 
giant dick that could suck the clothing right off a girl. 
In her mind's eye she saw John stride into their bedroom 
and haul out an immense cock. It would be so long and 
thick that he could hold it with both hands and still not 
grasp all of it. She would be there with her tits playing 
peek-a-boo in sexy, black lingerie. He would instantly 
become as hard and straight as the wand in her hand. Then 
he would wave it in her direction and her peignoir would 
be whisked away from her body, and then her bra would be 
drawn off her heavy breasts, tickling and stiffening her 
nipples in the process. Finally, her panties would 
disappear just before the immense cock would jerk itself 
into her eager pussy. 

Billie shook herself back to reality. "I need to get 
laid, but good," she said to herself. She opened the 
vault like cover of the vacuum cleaner and sighed with 
relief. There was a fresh bag in there and the lingerie 
that had been trapped was none the worse for wear. She 
piled the lingerie loosely on the bed, and grabbed up the 
wand. She felt like she had been wasting time, but then 
she stopped and checked her watch. If she was going to 
follow Gloria's admonition not to hurry, then she 
actually had time to kill. She looked at the cleaning 
wand in her hand and an image popped into her mind. 
Suddenly she was blushing and her heart was pounding. She 
couldn't do that. Could she?

Billie rang down to the front desk and talked to one of 
the desk clerks. "Hi Barbara, are the guests in seven 
fourteen scheduled for any outings?"

She could hear the rattle of computer keys and then 
Barbara said, "They're on the day trail ride."

"Thanks," said Billie and hung up. She smiled. She had 
the room to herself. The guests were off on a horseback 
ride that included a packed lunch and wouldn't be back 
until late in the afternoon. Before she could lose her 
nerve, she took a clean washcloth and scrubbed the wand. 
She kicked off her shoes and stripped off her jeans and 
panties, and lay down on the edge of the bed, propping 
herself up on a couple of pillows. She drew up her legs 
and then spread them wide. OK, she thought, here we go. 
She spread her lips wide and eased the end of the wand 
into her pussy.

Billie shivered deliciously as the cool metal met her 
hot, pink pussy. She loved the sensation as the wand 
stretched her vaginal muscles. She had at least nine 
inches in her pussy before she stopped pushing. Billie 
carefully set the suction control on the wand to its 
lowest setting, and then she leaned over to start the 
vacuum. The machine whirred into life. 

Billie froze in place, ready to snap the machine off if 
something went wrong. But things couldn't have gone more 
right. The light suction of the vacuum drew every last 
molecule of her pussy onto the vibrating wand. It was 
much better than any dildo. It was as if the wand were 
running a bit of electric current straight through her 
pussy and right to the pleasure center of her brain.  

"Holy shit," said Billie softly as the blissful 
sensations took over her body. She wanted to writhe about 
on the bed and pump her hips as if she was being 
thoroughly fucked, but the wand and its attached hose 
forced her to lie in one place. She was in sexual agony. 
The vibrating wand brought her to the edge of an orgasm 
that just wouldn't start. The vibrations in her pussy 
stayed at a relentlessly steady frequency as her stomach 
and thigh muscles quivered in anticipation. 

Billie's eyes were shut tight and sweat popped out on her 
brow as she whispered to the empty room, "Oh please, 
please, please." And then she was over the edge. The 
first wave of her orgasm was fantastic, but things only 
built from there. Billie's pussy contracted even more 
fiercely around the metal tube. She wondered if she could 
possibly put a dent in the thing. 

After a small eternity her orgasm finally ebbed. Billie 
knew that she could easily await another cum, but she 
also knew that she had to get back to work. With the 
vacuum still running she slowly worked the wand from her 
sloppy wet pussy. The end of the wand was just outside 
her body when some blood-engorged flesh was partially 
sucked back into the metal tube. There was a fluttering 
sound as the skin around Billie's clit was drawn into the 
opening and then released several times a second. 

"Oh wow," cried Billie. The wand vibrating in her pussy 
had felt as if she was being fucked by some magical 
prick. But this felt like a tongue flicking at her clit 
twenty times a second. She had an orgasm almost 
instantly, and the next one came just as quickly. She 
forgot about her job and everything else as one cum piled 
on another. 

**

Billie awoke when she heard the door open. She looked up 
just in time to see a tall blonde woman enter the room. 
Oh Lord, thought Billie, as she grabbed at the bed sheet 
to cover her lower half, she's some sort of Amazon who's 
going to kill me. The woman had to be at least six feet 
tall with sharp features and well-defined muscles. She 
was carrying several plastic shopping bags that clinked 
as she walked. 

The Amazon didn't even break stride when she saw Billie. 
She laid her parcels on the dresser and said, "Well hello 
there, we seem to have a guest." The last half of the 
remark was made to the three women who had followed the 
Amazon through the door. The first woman was nearly as 
tall as the Amazon, but she had short black hair. She 
looked at Billie curiously and then gave her a shy smile. 

The next two women came through the door carrying a 
cooler between them. One was a sandy blonde of average 
size. The other woman was almost angelic in appearance. 
She was slim with delicate features and pale blonde hair 
that fell to her waist. 

The angel took one look at Billie and said, "Who the fuck 
are you?"

Billie tucked the sheet tighter to her legs. She said, 
"I'm so sorry. I was cleaning your room and I.I stopped 
for a nap. I didn't think that anyone would be in here 
until much later."

The Amazon said, "We were going on that trail ride, but 
we got up too late. We had a little party last night. I 
guess you saw all the bottles and cans?" Billie nodded. 
"And so we decided to just go each lunch." 

"Where we started drinking again," said the sandy blonde 
as she stared at the angel. 

The angel gave her an even look and said, "Well I had a 
friggin' headache."

Billie realized that, except for the black haired woman 
who hadn't spoken, they were all slurring their words. 
There must have been a lot of alcohol with lunch, she 
decided. She reached under the sheet and tried to put her 
panties and jeans back on. As she struggled she said, 
"I'm really sorry. I'll just make up the bed and get out 
of your way."

"Oh hell, stay and have a beer," said the Amazon as she 
pulled a can from the cooler and tossed across the room 
to Billie.

Billie barely managed to catch the ice-cold can before it 
could smack her in the head. "Thanks," she mumbled. She 
opened the beer and then she had to clamp her mouth over 
the opening to keep the liquid from fizzing all over. She 
decided that staying put and having a drink was probably 
a good idea. 

The women talked as they moved around the room. They 
visited the bathroom and opened beer cans and bottles of 
wine. It turned out that the Amazon was named Sharon. The 
black haired woman, who still hadn't spoken, was Penny; 
the sandy haired woman was Judy, and the angel with the 
foul mouth was Amy.

Billie finished her beer and was about to attempt to get 
back into her pants when Amy brought her another can. 
"Here you go," she said. "How long have you been working 
here?"

"Part time for several years," said Billie, taking the 
beer. As the two women talked, Amy's eyes followed the 
path of the vacuum hose as it left the vacuum and snaked 
under the sheet that covered Billie. 

"You're not lying on that thing, are you?" Amy asked. And 
before Billie could say anything or stop her, Amy had 
grabbed the sheet and flung it back across the bed.

"Holy shit," Amy cried. "She's getting weird with this 
vacuum cleaner." 

Penny, who was sitting on the other bed, merely glanced 
over at Billie, but Judy and Sharon rushed to the bed to 
see the wand lying at the entrance to Billie's naked 
pussy.

Amy scooped up the metal piece and ran her fingers along 
its length. She put her fingers to her nose and 
exclaimed, "She's had this thing in her pussy; I don't 
believe it." 

"Oh don't act like you wouldn't try it," scoffed Judy. 
"You'd do anything that gave you an orgasm. My lips are 
still chapped from sucking on your clit for so long last 
night." An embarrassing silence filled the room following 
that tacit admission. No one spoke for a long second and 
then there was a snort of laughter from the bed across 
the room. Billie looked over just in time to see Penny 
fall over on the bed, her body quivering with suppressed 
laughter. That broke the ice and soon all the women were 
giggling hysterically. 

They all had another round of drinks and Billie was 
beginning to wonder if she was going to be able to get 
off the bed. She watched as Sharon began pawing through 
the pile of lingerie. She picked out a matching bra and 
panty set, and then tossed them onto Billie's lap. 
"Here," she said, "model these for us, you've certainly 
got the body for it." 

Billie had had just enough beer to take that as a dare. 
She struggled to her feet and was fumbling with her 
shirt, when Judy came over and started to help her 
undress. It turned out that Judy was part owner, designer 
and sales representative for the company that produced 
all the lingerie that they had been playing with. 

Billie got the panties on easily enough. They had string 
ties that fastened on her hips. The bra was tougher. The 
half-cups were designed to push a woman's breasts up and 
in, something that Billie clearly didn't need. Judy 
fussed with the straps and adjustments as Amy hooted at 
them, "Hey Billie, don't let that bitch feel you up." 
Judy gave her friend a one finger salute.

Finally, Judy pronounced her finished. Billie examined 
herself in the mirror. It looked as if her breasts had 
erupted out of the bra. She turned and walked from one 
end of the room to the other, giving her best imitation 
of a high fashion model. The other women clapped and 
cheered as she paraded about. She stopped and turned and 
threw up arms for a final pose, and when she did the 
front clasp on the bra failed with an audible snap. The 
women howled with laughter as the bra cups blew sideways 
and left her bare breasts quivering in the air.

After another round of drinks, Amy jumped on the bed with 
Billie and as she fingered the vacuum cleaner wand she 
said, "I'd love for you to show me what you were doing 
with this thing."

"Oh I couldn't," said Billie.

"Oh please, do it to her," said Judy. "You won't be able 
to leave, and we won't hear the end of it if you don't."

Billie looked at all the eager, expectant faces in the 
room and felt a tingle of sexual power. "OK," she said. 
"There's really nothing to it."

"Wait a minute; wait a minute," said Amy. She eagerly 
threw off her clothing, and then hopped onto the bed. She 
seized the wand and looked to Billie, awaiting 
instruction. 

Billie hit the switch on the vacuum and it hummed into 
action. She demonstrated to Amy with her hands how to use 
the gentle suction to make the flesh around her clit 
flutter. Amy tried, but every time the wand came near her 
pussy it would suck itself tight to her skin causing Amy 
to squeal, and then there would be a loud flatulent noise 
as she pulled the thing away. It was all very funny to 
Judy, Penny and Sharon, but Billie was getting 
frustrated. 

Billie took the wand from Amy and said, "Here, let me 
show you." It took her a couple of tries, but then Billie 
hit the magic combination of angle and distance and there 
was a fluttering noise from between Amy's thighs. 

"Oh shit, yeah," moaned Amy. Her eyes opened wide as the 
sensation hit her. "This is fucking great."

Billie moved the wand in small circles causing the 
frequency and intensity of the fluttering to vary. Amy 
shut her eyes and chewed on a knuckle as an orgasm caused 
her thigh muscles to quiver and hips to lift from the 
bed. Billie stuck to her job and soon Amy was having a 
second and third orgasm. Billie looked up to see that 
Sharon had joined Penny on the other bed. The two 
Amazons, as Billie still thought of them, had removed 
their shorts and panties. Sharon had thrown one of her 
long legs over Penny's and both women were playing with 
one another's pussies. They were taking in the show as 
Amy had yet another orgasm. 

Judy came over to Billie and put a hand on her shoulder. 
She said, "Hell will freeze over before she stops 
cumming, why don't you give someone else a chance?"

"Mind your own fucking business," said Amy, but she 
reluctantly pushed Billie's hand away from her pussy and 
climbed off the bed. She walked over to Judy, and Billie 
thought the two women might come to blows considering how 
they had been sniping at each other for the past hour. To 
her surprise, Amy slid her arms around Judy's waist and 
then gave her a big, sloppy French kiss. When their lips 
parted she said, "We'll have to try this when we get 
home."

"Penny's next," called out Sharon. Penny look startled 
and shook her head, but Sharon removed her leg from atop 
Penny's thigh and gave her a gentle push. "Go ahead, I 
think you'll like it," she urged her lover. 

Penny gave Billie a shy smile as she lay down on the bed. 
Billie maneuvered the wand into position - she was 
becoming an expert by now - and soon the fluttering sound 
was heard again. Like Amy, Penny had a startled look on 
her face from the intensity of her arousal. She rolled 
her hips and ran the palms of her hands roughly over her 
nipples. 

"Uhhh." Penny moaned. Besides some laughter, it was the 
first sound Billie had heard from the woman. Then she 
moaned again, louder this time. 

"Here she goes," Sharon said from the other bed.

Billie wondered what Sharon meant, but then she found 
out. Penny's hips began to bounce on the bed and every 
time her hips came off the bed she emitted a grunt or 
squeal. Her hips bounced higher and the squeals became 
louder and louder. Then Penny's eyes flew open wide and 
her head raised off the pillow as she screamed out her 
orgasm. 

Billie looked over to Sharon, wondering if everything was 
alright. But Sharon just smiled at her and waved her hand 
in gesture that told Billie to keep going. Billie fought 
to keep the wand in place as Penny shrieked from one 
orgasm to the next. Billie was beginning to wonder if her 
hearing was going to be impaired from all the screams and 
wails and gasps when Penny finally pushed her hand away. 
The screaming, orgasmic Amazon had had enough. After 
recovering for a minute, Penny rolled off the bed and 
said, "Thank you," to Billie in an amazingly soft, little 
girl voice. 

"This has been fun, girls, but I really have to go," said 
Billie. She began to look around for her clothes. 

"But you haven't shown us how you used that thing in your 
pussy," said Sharon. 

"There's really nothing to it," said Billie as she 
searched the bed for her panties. "You just use the thing 
like a big, long dildo." She found her panties, but when 
she tried to put them on she saw that the other four 
women had surrounded the bed. 

"I'm afraid that you'll have to demonstrate," said Sharon 
as she gently pushed Billie on her back. In one deft move 
she parted Billie's pussy lips and began to insert the 
wand. 

"I really need to get back to work," protested Billie, 
but then someone turned on the vacuum and she felt that 
delicious vibration begin to take hold. "Oh please." 
Billie started to say, but then someone put their lips on 
hers and their tongue in her mouth. She felt other lips 
on her breasts and hands touching her everywhere at once. 
She relaxed and responded with her own lips and tongue 
and hands. She figured that she still had time to spare.

End