Sherry Byrd
Maid for action

Chapter One

Nita had just entered the dressing room off the master bedroom to begin her daily dusting chore when she heard Mary's voice in the bedroom. Nita started toward the door between the dressing room and the bedroom to let Mrs. Roberts know she was there. She stopped after a couple of steps when she heard another voice-a man's voice-coming from the bedroom. Nita was totally perplexed. Sam, Mr. Roberts, was away on a sales trip. Who, then, could that be in there with Mary?

Nita was faced with the prospect of embarrassing her employer by making her presence known, or keeping her mouth shut and hope she wasn't discovered before the couple left the bedroom. She knew that a repairman of some sort was supposed to come by that morning. Maybe that's who was with Mary. It didn't dawn on Nita there could be any other reason why a married woman, whose husband was away, would have a man in her bedroom. She was too naive to think of anything so risquй as a sexual encounter.

Nita peeked around the door frame into the bedroom. And got the shock of her innocent young life!

Mary was snuggled in the arms of the repairman. Across the back of his shirt was the logo, "Roger's Plumbing Service-Fast, Honest Service."

Unable to resist the temptation, Nita watched as Mary and Roger kissed. His hands swooped down to cup and caress Mary's shapely ass. Nita didn't want to watch. Not at first anyway. She wanted to sneak out of the room and leave the couple to their illicit tryst. Somehow, though, Nita could not find the will power to pull her head back and look for a way out of the dressing room that didn't lead through the bedroom. She had a good idea of what Mary and Roger were going to do. She was almost a virgin herself, but she was not totally ignorant about what went on between a man and a woman in a bedroom. She just hadn't expected to see it going on between Mary and a man who wasn't her husband.

Still in all, Mary wasn't so different than the women Nita had grown up around. She just had more money. Enough money to hire Nita as a live-in maid during the summer so Nita could accumulate money for college.

Mary had gone out shopping earlier that morning. She was still wearing the expensive, clinging summer frock she had donned for that. The dress wasn't thin enough to show what was under it, but it clung to Mary's voluptuous figure closely enough to make it abundantly clear that under it there was a real woman. Not one of those modern, flat-chested, no-hipped girls who seemed to be everywhere these days. Mary had curves. She didn't look like a young boy.

Mary and Roger were standing sideways to the door behind which Nita lurked. Roger stepped back from Mary and ran his hands over her full, firm breasts. Mary smiled dreamily and trembled slightly. "They're so sensitive," she said softly. "Sometimes, I can come just from having my nipples sucked."

"Christ!" Roger exclaimed. "I've hit the fucking jackpot, haven't I?"

"In more ways than one," Mary replied with a sexy chuckle.

Roger realized the wording he'd used. His face turned red. "I… uh, well, I'm sorry 'bout that. Too used to being around men, I guess."

"About what? That you said you'd hit the fucking jackpot? That's why we're here, isn't it? You do intend to fuck me, don't you?"

Roger grabbed for her as though he was afraid she would suddenly change her mind and run away. It was Mary's turn to step back from him, just out of his reach.

"No, don't touch me yet. Answer my question."

"Yeah, that's what I want," Roger sputtered, reaching for her again.

Mary pushed his hands away. "I told you not to touch me yet. You still haven't answered my question. Say it! Say what you want or you don't get it!"

Roger swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said, "I want to… to fuck you."

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

It was for Roger. In his mind, there was a vast difference between the women he usually fucked and this elegant, rich beauty. In the living room, she'd hinted at what she wanted, but he hadn't been willing at that time to believe it. Then when she told him to meet her in the bedroom, he'd been a little more certain. Still, he didn't feel right about using such ordinary, descriptive words with her.

Mary gazed intently into his eyes. She seemed to read his mind. "Roger, let's get one thing straight. I'm very much like any other woman in that I have a pussy and tits and I love to suck cock and I love to have a hard cock shoved up my pussy." She paused long enough to grin mischievously. "There now, have I used enough of those words to show you that I like to hear them when I'm in the mood to fuck? I can go on if I must."

"Oh, no. I understand." He did understand. It was just that it was very difficult for him to say what she wanted him to. He knew he had to, though. His cock was stirring and aching. He had to fuck her. And he couldn't do that unless he played her game.

"Very well, tell me what you want and make me believe it."

"I want to fuck you, Mary," he said firmly. "I want to fuck you until your head swims."

"Yes, Roger, that's what we'll do." Mary reached behind her body and pulled the zipper of her dress down. "But we'll do other things, too. I want your cock in my mouth and I want you to eat my pussy."

Nita's ears burned as the salacious sex talk of Mary and Roger pounded her senses. She couldn't believe she was really seeing and hearing this. What kind of person was Mrs. Mary Roberts that she could bring another man into her bedroom and carry on in such a way while her husband was away?

Mary pulled the bottom of her dress up over her hips, then sat down on the edge of the big bed. She chuckled again and patted the mattress at her side, indicating that Roger should sit.

Roger sat beside Mary and turned his upper body toward her. Without waiting to be told, he pulled her dress over her head and tossed it across the room.

From her hiding place in the dressing room, Nita gasped quietly as the dress was slipped over Mary's head, revealing her long, tapered legs and firm thighs. The dress slid on up, revealing her upper body, her large, firm breasts lying in a lacy white half-cup bra that did more to accentuate them than cover them. Nita noted that Mary's tits were bigger than her own. About a 38C, Nita guessed. They were high and solid, much firmer than she had expected to see on the forty-year-old woman. Not that Nita had expected to actually see them, but, well, sometimes one woman gets careless when she's around another woman…

Nita stared at Mary. She saw that the woman wore more than just a bra. A white garter belt circled her waist. She also wore sheer hose and white, high-heeled sandals with straps that went up around the ankles- the kind of sandals Nita had always admired, but could never afford.

Mary's legs were open slightly. Just enough to show the soft, fluffy blonde hair that covered her crotch. Mary tossed her head, making her short blonde hair bounce, giggled, then closed her legs. She leaned back with her hands flat on the bed behind her. She pushed her chest out, accentuating her big tits.

"Take off your clothes, Roger. Show me what I'm going to get."

He struggled out of his shirt, then bent over to remove his shoes and socks. He stood, turned to face Mary, and removed his pants and shorts together. His cock was already partially hard. It bounced around gently as he moved. He straightened up after removing his pants, posing for Mary. And for Nita, though he didn't know that. In a typically male, unconscious, gesture, Roger lifted his balls and cock in his palm, then pulled his hand away slowly, sliding it to the front.

Nita was a lot more impressed with his equipment than Mary was. Mary had seen, sucked, fucked, and played with many cocks. Nita had only fleetingly seen a few-damned few!

Mary contemplated the lewd, lusty, exciting things she and Roger were going to do before she let him leave. This was going to be one service call he'd never forget. And the only tools he'd need were in his mouth and hanging between his legs. Mary sat up straight and removed her bra, letting her heavy tits swing free. She also opened her legs again, wider this time, inviting Roger's gaze.

Nita's gaze also went to that secret place between Mary's legs. She could not take her eyes off the pair. One of her hands seemed to have a mind all its own. It lifted the hem of her short uniform dress, made its way down the front of her panties and stuck a finger into the top of her slit! She was wet and hot and so terribly excited! It was wrong to do what she was doing. Both the watching and what her hand was about to do. But she couldn't help herself. Her finger found its way between the lips of her pussy and began lightly stroking her burning clit.

Nita saw the expression on Mary's face change to one of utter depravity. The woman slid off the bed to her knees in front of Roger. She lifted his prick in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Slowly, in a gesture that was absolutely lewd, she pressed the smooth, bare knob of his cock to her cheeks. She ran the head of his prick all over her face, her neck, and then down to her tits.

Nita fingered her own cunt faster as she watched Mary squeeze the man's cock between her firm tits, her hands on the outside of the mounds, pushing them together, holding the shaft of his cock captive.

Mary's mind was full of lascivious impressions. She had changed her public persona for the one she liked the best-a lewd and lusty, bawdy woman who'd fuck your brains out! She felt lewd. Wanted to be lewd. She cuddled Roger's cock tighter between her full tits and swayed back and forth, smiling down at it. She was going to do things to make this man very glad he'd answered her call for service. She moved her chest slightly, baring the head of his cock. Her long tongue flicked out and wiped across the head, so broad and wet and warm.

Roger let out a deep moan as her tongue began tickling lightly back and forth, the tip just touching the end of his swollen prick.

"My God!" he hissed. "That's wonderful! Take it in your mouth! Suck on it!"

"I'll be your cocksucker later. Now hush and let me play."

She bent her head still farther and let the flat of her tongue wash across the head of his dick. He moaned again, deeper and longer.

Mary looked up and said, "You like that, don't you?" It was more a statement than a question. "Yes, Damn, yes!"

"Which do you like the most, having your cock Sucked or fucking a nice tight, hot pussy?"

"God damn, woman! Don't ask me such things at a time like this!"

Mary chuckled again, that deep, sexy chuckle that made a man's blood run hot with carnal desire. Roger let his head fall back and his eyes close. He stood in a slight crouch so his prick would stay between Mary's tits.

Nita watched raptly as Mary bent her head again and resumed licking the head of the prick she held captive between her firm, ample tits. Her tongue swirled and teased around the head as Roger entangled his fingers in her hair and held her head close to his crotch. Nita saw Mary's lips pucker, then her full red lips ovalled as her head was pulled forward and her warm, wet mouth closed over Roger's thrusting cock. Mary began sucking Roger's dong eagerly.

It was the first time Nita had ever seen a woman take a cock into her mouth. She knew about that, of course. Kids at school always talked. The only trouble was, they often didn't know what they were talking about. Even though Nita had graduated just a couple of weeks earlier, she had led a sheltered life, imposed upon her by extremely strict parents. Most of what she knew about sex was the typical myth most of the other eighteen and nineteen-year-olds knew. When the head of Roger's prick slipped into Mary's mouth, Nita's pulse pounded so hard she was sure Mary would be able to hear it. Her fingers pressed on her clit harder and began moving faster.

Nita didn't have any control over her finger. Or herself. Her hand was acting on its own, striving to bring her off. Her other hand crept up to the buttons on the front of her blouse. She opened four of them, slipped her hand inside, shoved her bra out of the way, and began playing with the nipple of her own well-shaped tit. At a 35B, hers weren't nearly as big as Mary's, but they were just as pretty. At least Nita thought so.

Roger was thrilled to the core with what Mary was doing to him. He couldn't wait to fuck her half to death. There were other women he serviced routinely while supposedly on plumbing service calls-calls of another kind, he called them jokingly. None of those women were as rich as this dame. One or two of them were just as sexy, just as hot and ready to fuck at any time, but adding this one would be a real coup.

Roger grinned when he thought about all the plumbing work he did that had nothing to do with pipes under the kitchen sink. And he got paid the same per hour regardless of which plumbing he worked on.

Mary was acting like a whore because, at that moment, she felt like a whore. Roger wasn't the most intelligent guy in the world, but he was woman-smart-he knew how a woman wanted to be treated. Mary wanted what Roger thought of as the "Me Tarzan, You Jane" routine. Nothing rough, but definitely the strong male taking charge.

Roger suddenly grabbed Mary under the arms, picked her up, and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back with her legs wide apart, her puffy cunt lips and mound jutting, the pink, glistening cuntal slit fully exposed.

He jumped onto the bed on his knees, got between Mary's splayed thighs, grabbed her legs, and pulled her ass toward him.

Mary hurriedly reached down and seized his cock to guide it into her hot fuck hole. She got it positioned just in time. Roger kept pulling at her until his prick was buried deep in her belly. He released her legs and got over her. His hands went under her ass to cup and squeeze her tight buttocks. He crushed her pelvis to his groin as he began fucking her with all his strength.

"Oh, yes!" Mary cried happily. "That's the way! Fuck me like that! Give me all of your hard cock! Fuck me, Roger! Fuck me good!"

He didn't have to be told how to fuck her, but it was stimulating to hear her utter the words. Not that many women knew that talking to their fucker made it so much better. Roger was happy that he'd found one of the rare ones who did. Or just liked to hear herself spew vulgar expressions when she was being plugged. He didn't care which it was. He liked it.

Roger fucked Mary so hard they bounced around the bed, turning and twisting as they moved. Roger wasn't doing all the work. Not by any means. Mary was just as active as he was, throwing her ass around, jerking her hips up and down, gripping him with her legs. In fact, he could have remained perfectly motionless and still had a wonderful fuck!

They were both so lost in what they were doing they did not realize they had reached the edge of the bed. Nita held her breath when she saw that they were going to fall over the side. They hit the floor with a soft thud. Roger never let up. Mary wasn't fazed. Roger kept fucking Mary as hard as he could, sliding her across the carpet on her back.

The thick plush carpet protected Mary's back from the floor, but it also left its mark in the form of long stretches of burned and abraded skin that would not only be painful later, but would be hard to explain. Nita wondered what Sam was going to say about that when he returned.

Mary certainly didn't seem to be worried about what Sam would say. Not at the moment. She was concerned only with what was happening between her legs. With the long prong that was stuck up her cunt, sawing in and out, fucking her so nicely. Her legs were locked around Roger's neck, lifting her ass so that only her neck and shoulders were still touching the carpet.

Mary slid slowly across the floor until her head banged into the wall. The blow momentarily stunned her. She rapidly blinked her eyes several times, then once again became aware of Roger's prick pistoning in and out of her cunt. She smiled dreamily.

Nita was nearing her own orgasm. Through half-closed eyes, she watched as Roger fucked Mary, holding the woman's buttocks with both hands. Mary's hands twiddled her nipples much the same way Nita's finger was twiddling her clit.

This is so wrong! Nita thought. I shouldn't be doing this. I don't believe I'll go blind, but it's still wrong. But I can't stop! It feels too damned good. I've got to come! Watching those two fuck their brains out is just too much for me!

Nita couldn't tell when Roger started coming, but Mary certainly could! Nita couldn't tell because she'd never watched people fuck; didn't know the signs to look for. Roger's ass moved faster as he strove to drive his prick right up into Mary's throat from the bottom and let her suck him from the reverse direction. Her cunt did the job. And did it well.

Mary felt Roger's cock stretching her cunt so deliciously, then he was pouring his white, hot cream deeply into her quivering belly. His orgasm triggered hers. She vocalized her pleasure in wild, animal-like cries and moans as Roger fucked on and on, unmindful of the total surrender to her climactic bliss and his rampaging prick.

In the dressing room, Nita was also coming. Oh my God! Nita screamed silently; to herself. What's happening to me? I've never felt like this before. My head's coming apart! My pussy's on fire! Oh, oh, oh! Whatever it is, I hope it never stops!!!

Nita leaned against the door jamb, her lower lip clenched between her teeth to prevent her from screaming out her pleasure. Her entire body was shaking with lust and the force of her orgasm. She had pulled and pinched her nipples until they were red and swollen and slightly sore.

Mary held onto Roger's ass, her hands behind his buttocks, keeping him in place while she fucked him, finishing off her own orgasm and getting the last drop of come from his prick. The walls of her cunt contracted, squeezing his prick, coaxing all the come out of him. Only then did she release him and lie back on the floor, exhausted.

Nita was also exhausted. Her hand was still in her cunt, but it wasn't moving any longer. Every muscle in her body quivered as though she had the chills. She had masturbated before, but it had never felt like this!

Roger withdrew his dong from Mary's cunt. It was coated with a mixture of their fuck juices. It dangled, still in a half-hard state, as he sat back on his heels.

Mary gave him a big smile. "That was pretty good, fellow. Got any more where that came from?"

"Oh, we might be able to find another shot or two if we work at it."

"Well, big boy, you just climb up here on the bed with me and let's see what we can work out."

They climbed back onto the bed and lay side by side, resting for a few moments.

Nita had mixed emotions about them. She had hoped that she could somehow get out of the room. She also wanted to hang around and watch what else they did. She felt guilty, excited, ashamed, and hopeful, all at the same time.

Roger started caressing Mary's thigh, working his way upward toward her love triangle.

Nita sat down. She couldn't come again standing up. That would kill her. She was part way out in the door, but she didn't care. She wanted to watch the action on the bed and she wanted to get herself off again. Shame and guilt would have to move over for a while. She'd deal with those feelings later. The only feeling she was interested in now was the one she got when she fingered her clit.

Roger soon had Mary's legs spread wide again and was playing with her cunt, caressing it and separating its wet lips, revealing it in all its glory, the pink, glistening cuntal mouth wide open. Flattening himself between Mary's thighs, he licked at her cunt, then buried his head deep into her crotch as his tongue wormed into her cunt. Mary submissively drew her legs back so he could get his tongue deeper inside her lewd love box.

Nita started working on her clit again. This time, instead of pulling and pinching her nipples, she used the other hand to shove two fingers up her twat so she could finger fuck herself as she fingered her clit. The combination was more pleasurable than the way she'd done it earlier.

Mary groaned with delight, grinding her buttocks around. Her first orgasm had been wonderful, but nothing compared to coming on someone's tongue. Her feelings of lewdness and depravity were sublime. Roger had fucked her very well indeed. She'd have to add him to her secret little list of available cocks. She closed her eyes and undulated her buttocks around.

Roger reached under Mary with both hands, cupping her firm ass cheeks and lifting her ass so her cunt was more accessible to his mouth and tongue. His tongue made several passes up and down her slit, then settled on her rigid clit and began working it unmercifully.

Nita began coming again, the climax catching her by surprise. She squealed, then clamped her mouth shut quickly. Fortunately, Mary had also let out a yell at the same instant, masking Nita's cry. The girl was still safe, but only for the moment. She was coming so hard she lost her head and flopped around on the floor.

Dame Fortune kept smiling on Nita. She flopped back into the dressing room instead of out into the bedroom. When she could no longer stand the fantastic sensations pouring from her crotch, Nita pulled her hands away and lay on the floor, curled up in a fetal position, waiting for her emotions to subside.

Nita crawled back to the door and peeked into the bedroom just in time to see Roger crawl up over Mary in reverse and lower his head back into the woman's sexy crotch. Mary took his cock in her mouth and began sucking.

Nita realized that neither of them could see her if she stayed low and hurried to the door. She crawled as fast as she could, her tits dangling out of her blouse, her hands and knees skipping across the thick plush carpet without making a sound. She pulled the bedroom door shut behind her so quietly even she couldn't hear it. Then she stood and hastily made her way to her room.