Maid in America

I love sucking cock.

In my opinion, there is no better way to get a guy’s attention than when he has his cock in my mouth. He may not look like he’s paying attention, but he is, and I love it.

Of course, that wasn’t always the case.

There was a time when I was like every other girl. There was a time when I was a virgin.

But that was back before I went to work for the Everharts.

Thomas Everhart was a banker. He wasn’t a vice president or anything like that, but he was a banker and he ran a major branch in the city where he lived and people in the know said that Thomas was destined for big things.

Thomas Everhart married Cynthia Driesen. She was Cynthia, never Cindy, and Cynthia was the mayor’s daughter, and again the people talked. Thomas Everhart was destined for big things.

There would be changes when they were married, Cynthia said, and one of the first changes they made was the hiring of a maid. A maid denoted status and a household as influential as theirs should not be without a maid, and besides, she didn’t much care for doing housework herself. Thomas Everhart was nonplussed. He was a guy and he had always lived the life of a bachelor, but if that was what his wife wanted, then that was just fine with him.

So Cynthia Everhart set out to hire a maid and that’s where I come in. If you think that I am the person she hired, then you would be right.

Why she chose me, I have no idea. I don’t know what her reasons were because she didn’t share them with me. All I knew was that I wasn’t the first one she had interviewed. In fact, I knew that she had interviewed many others before me, but for some reason, all of them had appeared to be inadequate and for some reason, I was not.

So I went to work for the Everharts.

It wasn’t all that hard doing what needed doing. I’d come from a big family and I was used to looking after my brothers and sisters, so keeping a house clean was nothing new to me, but I was about to find out that keeping a house clean was only part of the job.

It was a Friday afternoon and the phone rang. It was Mr. Everhart calling from the bank. “I’m going to be late getting home,” he told me. “Can you let my wife know?”

“Yes, sir,” I told him.

“Good,” he told me and then he said a quick good bye and the line went dead.

I went and found the mistress of the house and I passed along the master’s message. “Oh pooh,” the lady of the house said. “I was hoping he’d be home for dinner.”

“I’m sure he’ll be here as soon as he can be,” I told her.

“I know he will,” Cynthia told me, “but can you stay with me until he comes?”

“I can do that,” I assured her.

“I am so glad you came to work for us, Jenny,” she told me. “You do such a wonderful job.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“In fact, I’ve been meaning to talk with you about that. I think it’s time we gave you more responsibilities.”

“Ma’am?”

Cynthia Everhart pulled out a white glove and she put it on. She smiled at me. “Now what would happen if I were to stroke this glove along the furniture. Do you think I would pick up any dust?”

“No, ma’am,” I told her. Actually, I was just a little worried. I mean, I was pretty thorough, but I’d heard about the white glove test, and I was thinking that if she wanted to be aggressive, I was sure she could find dirt somewhere.

I watched her stroking that over the furniture and then she would hold it up and look at it. Then she would stroke her finger over more furniture. I had a feeling that I was doing well.

All of the sudden, she gasped suddenly. “Would you look at that,” she said as she held up her finger.

I looked at the finger. “I don’t see anything,” I told her.

She smiled. “Exactly,” she told me. “You don’t see anything, but now what happens when I do this.”

Even as she had been talking, she had been moving closer to me and then she was standing next to me. One hand pulled up the hem of my short, little skirt and then she slid her finger between my legs. “The rest of the room is clean,” she told me, “but let’s see just how clean it is here.”

She slipped her hand inside my little, black panties and I have to admit that I liked what she was doing with her finger but I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to say that so I just stayed quiet as she rubbed her finger between my legs.

But it was so hard because she just kept stroking that finger between my legs and and it felt so good. Her finger made me want to moan and I wanted to moan so bad, and still I stayed quiet.

But I couldn’t stay quiet forever, and when Mrs. Everhart pushed her finger up inside me, I couldn’t help letting out a low, whimper. I could feel her moving her finger up inside me and then pulling it back only to push it inside me again.

I moaned as Mrs. Everhart pulled her finger back. Part of me was glad that she was doing that, and part of me wished that she was still stroking her finger between my legs. It just felt so good.

Mrs. Everhart held her finger up so I could see. “Look at that,” she told me. “Your pussy is wet. That must mean you’re a dirty, little girl. Is that what it means? Are you a dirty, little girl?”

“No, ma’am,” I assured her. “I’m not dirty.”

She just snorted at that. “I guess we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”

She pulled her hand out of the glove and then she pushed her hand back down inside my panties. I could feel her hand as it stroked my bottom and then she was sliding her hand back down between my legs. I could feel her finger stroking my pussy and then she shoved her finger up inside me.

I couldn’t help it. I just moaned as my pussy took that finger.

Again, Mrs. Everhart pulled her hand back. I could feel her hand as it stroked my bottom and then she was pulling my panties down. Her hand was back and it stroked my little, bare bottom. “Bend over, Jenny,” Mrs. Everhart told me. “Bend over and spread your legs for me.”

This was really weird, I thought. I would never have expected anything like this from Mrs. Everhart, and yet, even though I didn’t know what to expect, I did what she told me to. My breaths came in quick little pants as I bent over and and put my hands on a table in front of me and then I spread my legs.

The next thing I knew, Mrs. Everhart was running her hands over my bottom and she was telling me what a luscious, little bottom I had, and then I felt her sliding her hand down and stroking me between my legs.

I’ll admit it. I just couldn’t help moaning as she stroked me there but at that moment, all I could think about was what Mrs. Everhart’s hand was doing to me.

I felt Mrs. Everhart pull her hand back from between my legs. Again, she stroked my bottom and then she squeezed it hard. She let it go and then just as abruptly, she grabbed and squeezed it again. She let it go and she gave my bottom one hard slap. “Nice,” was all she said. “Very nice.”

I didn’t realize it but as I stood there, Mrs. Everhart was kneeling behind me. I felt her hands prying my cheeks apart and then I felt her push just a little bit of her finger inside my pussy. “Oooh,” she purred, “you are very wet here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Mrs. Everhart just mumbled something that I didn’t hear and her finger just kept playing with my pussy. She pulled her finger back and then all her fingers stroked my pussy and she made me moan all over again.

I felt Mrs. Everhart pull her fingers back and then she was squeezing my cheeks once again and she was pulling them apart and then I felt it. Mrs. Everhart was pressing her face between my legs and then she was licking my pussy.

I just couldn’t help moaning when I felt that. I mean, there was some part of me that was saying this was really weird, but I wasn’t listening to that part of me. Mrs. Everhar
t’s hands were holding my lips apart and it felt so good as she plied her tongue against the wetness inside of me.

My body jumped when Mrs. Everhart’s tongue found my clit. I felt her han
ds tighten on my bottom and then she licked me there again and I just couldn’t help moaning all over again. It just felt so good.

And then Mrs. Everhart’s tongue retreated from my clit and she was pressing herself inside me. She tried to get her tongue to go as far as it would go and then she was pulling her tongue back again, letting it trace its way over the folds of my pussy and I moaned again.

And then she had it back on my clit and she made me moan all over again. I loved what she was doing to me with that tongue.

But then Mrs. Everhart was pulling her tongue back. “You certainly are wet,” she told me, “but now it’s time to see just how dirty you are.”

I was about to ask her what she meant by that but before I could say anything, I felt her pressing her finger against my … you know … my other hole. I was about to tell her that she had the wrong hole, but then I realized she already knew that, or at least as far as she was concerned, it was the right hole.

I couldn’t help moaning as I felt that finger enter my ass, and even as it did, I felt the fingers of Mrs. Everhart’s other hand playing with her pussy. I groaned again as she turned her finger and pushed even more of her finger into my bottom.

I couldn’t be wanting this, I told myself, and yet I moaned again even as Mrs. Everhart pushed even more of her finger into me.

I could feel Mrs. Everhart working her finger inside me. “Oooh,” she purred, “I just knew you were a dirty, little girl.”

All I could do was moan as Mrs. Everheart continued to work her finger inside me and then I felt her working her face down between my thighs. Even as her finger continued to work my ass, I felt her tongue touch my pussy and then she just kept licking her way all the way up to my clit.

What could I do? Between that finger and that tongue, there wasn’t much I could do or say except just stay where I was and take it.

My legs were quivering and I was moaning almost constantly. I gasped as Mrs. Everheart’s tongue found my clit yet again. I could feel the sweat on my brow. I almost came right then and there, and then Mrs. Everheart’s tongue savaged my clit yet again, and I just couldn’t help myself. I just started cumming.

I guess Mrs. Everheart must not have minded that I was cumming in her mouth because her tongue kept right on licking me even as her finger worked its way in my bottom. I moaned again as I continued to cum. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

“Is this a private party,” a male voice asked, “or can anyone join in?”

I looked up and there was Mr. Everhart standing there. He already had his pants open and he had his cock out and he was stroking it as he looked at his wife and me.

Already, Mr. Everhart was pulling my mouth down towards his cock. My legs were quivering so bad as he bent me over and I was sure that if Mrs. Everhart hadn’t been there sticking her mouth between my legs, I would have fallen over right then and there.

But then Mr. Everhart was pulling my mouth even further down and then he was pushing his cock against my lips and I’m not sure if I would have actually gone and sucked on it, but Mrs. Everhart savaged my clit yet again and as she did, Mr. Everhart shoved his cock into my moaning mouth.

I couldn’t help sucking on Mr. Everhart’s cock even as Mrs. Everhart continued to eat my pussy. The man moaned as he stroked my hair and then he moaned again. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, “you do that so well.”

Mrs. Everhart pulled her mouth from between my legs. “I told you Jenny was a dirty, little girl.”

The man just groaned and then he was pushing my mouth off of his cock and then he was sitting down in front of me and he was pulling me to my knees. “Get your mouth back down on that cock,” he told me.

What could I do? I dropped to my knees and I took Mr. Everhart’s cock in my hand and then I pushed my mouth down on that rigid shaft, and even as I was doing that, I felt Mrs. Everhart kneeling behind me, and then I felt her sliding her mouth between my legs.

I couldn’t help moaning as Mrs. Everhart’s tongue continued to work its way between my legs. It just felt so good, but then Mr. Everhart was pushing my mouth off his cock. “I want a piece of that dirty, little girl, too,” he said. “Lie down,” he told me.

By that time, I was far too gone to resist anything that these people were going to do to me so in spite of myself, I laid down and I spread my legs for my employer.

With an invitation like that, it didn’t take Mr. Everhart all that long to slide between my legs and then he was rubbing his cock against my pussy. I couldn’t help moaning when he did that. I could feel him slide the length of his shaft over my cunt again, and again, I moaned. It just felt so good.

But then he was pushing the head of his cock against my pussy and until that very moment, I think there was a part of me that didn’t believe that he would do that, but then he was pressing himself inside me and for the first time in my life, I was feeling a cock inside me, and it felt so good.

I just kept moaning as Mr. Everhart kept fucking me and then Mrs. Everhart was straddling my face. She had her hand in my hair and then she was pulling my mouth up against her cunt. “There you go, you dirty, little girl. Go ahead and eat my cunt.”

I moaned again and then my tongue drove its way into her cunt. Someone was moaning and I realized it was Mrs. Everhart, and even as Mr. Everhart continued to drive his cock into my little pussy, I felt the woman above me shudder and even as I felt Mr. Everhart stick me with his cock yet again, I knew his wife was cumming on my face.

She just kept grinding her pussy against my face even as she continued to cum and Mr. Everhart just kept sticking me with his cock. It just felt so good.

Mr. Everhart pushed his cock inside my cunt and I heard the man grunt and then he pulled his cock back only to bury it inside me again, and this time when he buried his cock inside me, this time when he grunted, I knew what he was doing. He held his cock inside me even as he grunted again and I could feel Mr. Everhart cumming in my cunt.

By that time, Mrs. Everhart had dismounted my face. I knew she was sitting off to the side and I knew she was watching her husband fuck me. “That’s it,” she told the man. “Fuck that dirty, little girl. Fill her up with your cum.”

I groaned again. Her husband was certainly doing that. The man grunted again even as his cock sent another pulse of cum deep inside my cunt. It all felt so good.

Mr. Everhart continued to hold his cock inside my pussy and I have to admit it, I liked it. I liked it a lot, but in time, his cock began to lose its rigidity until finally, he pulled his cock from my pussy.

No sooner had he done that than Mrs. Everhart was moving around my body and then her hand was stroking my bottom. I felt her slide her fingers between my cheeks and then she was pushing her fingers up against my cunt. “Yeah, that’s right,” she told me, “you’re just a dirty, little girl who loves fucking my husband, aren’t you?”

I didn’t say anything. I just stayed where and I moaned as Mrs. Everhart’s fingers played with my pussy.

She corkscrewed her finger inside me and I just couldn’t help moaning as she did that. She had her finger buried in me right up to the last knuckle. I couldn’t help moaning when she did that, and then when I didn’t think it could get any better, she pushed a second finger inside me.

I just stayed where I was as Mrs. Everhart worked her fingers in and out of my pussy and when she added a third finger, I just moaned even louder.

I felt Mrs. Everhart’s hand on my bottom as she continued to push her fingers even deeper inside me and I couldn’t help it. I just moaned even deeper.

But then I felt Mrs. Everhart pulling her fingers back and I couldn’t help moaning at their
removal. I knew it was wrong but I wanted Mrs. Everhart to keep fucking me with her fingers because I knew if she kept doing that, I knew she wa
s going to make me cum.

Mrs. Everhart’s hands were spreading the cheeks of my bottom and then I felt her pressing her fingers between my cheeks. She couldn’t mean to do that, I thought, and yet even as I felt her press her fingers against my little, tiny hole, I couldn’t help thinking that maybe I did want her to do it.

I couldn’t help moaning as Mrs. Everhart screwed her finger into my ass. It just felt so good and then when she pulled it back and screwed it into me again. She just made me moan all over again. It just felt so good.

Mrs. Everhart’s hands continued to fondle my bottom even as I felt the fingers of her other hand work their way inside me, and her hand gave my ass another squeeze. It just felt so good, and I couldn’t help moaning again and again and again.

Mrs. Everhart twisted her finger inside my bottom and I moaned yet again. “I think she’s ready for you, dear,” I heard her say.

I felt Mrs. Everhart pull her hand back and then I felt her husband put a hand on my bottom. Mrs. Everhart was was holding my cheeks apart and then I felt her husband slide something big and hard between my cheeks. He couldn’t mean to do that, could he, I thought.

His cock felt different than it had before. It was kind of cold and wet and it was slick as it slid between my cheeks but I hardly had any time to think about that because in the next instant, he was pressing his cock up against my little puckered hole.

For a moment there, my bottom seemed to resist his entry but Mrs. Everhart had prepared me too well for my body to resist him for long. I groaned as I felt the head of his cock enter my bottom and then I groaned again. He just felt so big.

I groaned again as Mr. Everhart pushed even more of his cock inside my bottom. There was no way I could resist his cock and then he made me moan again as he pushed even more of his cock inside me.

I didn’t even realize that Mrs. Everhart was moving around my body but then I felt her hand caress my face and I felt her pull my mouth to hers. “I just knew you were a dirty, little girl,” she told me and then she kissed me, “and do you know what? I’m a dirty, little girl, too,” and then she kissed me again.

I groaned as Mr. Everhart stuck even more of his cock in my bottom and I knew Mrs. Everhart was right. I was a dirty, little girl, just like her, and even as I realized that, I heard Mr. Everhart groan and I felt him cum inside me, and as soon as I felt that, I just started to cum, too. I loved it when he came in my butt, and I knew that if I were lucky, he would be doing that a whole lot more.