Maid to Order
Simon sat at his desk absently listening to his wife's voice. Her tone was confident and commanding, almost like a noble speaking down to a lowly, uneducated servant. But the girl Serena was speaking to didn't seem bothered by that at all as she stood obediently and listened. Her skin was a nice lilac and her hair a light azure. At just over six feet tall, she had long legs with thick, round thighs and wide, curved hips. Simon couldn't help but imagine the round, cushiony ass cheeks hidden just out of view by the short, black skirt she wore.
The purple girl didn't speak a word of the local language, but that wasn't an issue as Serena was fluent in the girl's native tongue, something she was presently making extensive use of.
Is she giving her instructions, or lecturing her, Simon thought as he listened in.
Every now and again, when Simon's wife paused, the girl would respond. Her responses were always short and similar, no doubt some form of "Yes, Ma'am" or "No, Ma'am". This went on for nearly twenty minutes and when she was finally finished, Serena gave a simple wave of her hand and the girl turned and left the office.
Simon's desk sat in front of a large window, with the rest of the room behind him. To his side was the door that opened into his wife's office. Her desk faced the centre of the room, looking out the door. As the girl walked out and past Simon, he couldn't resist staring at her well endowed and curvaceous figure, if only for a brief moment. If his wife caught him staring, she'd have skinned him alive. But while Serena didn't see Simon's straying gaze, the new maid caught it. However, she did not saying anything nor react in any way. Instead, she kept on walking and left Simon's office to step into the hallway and begin her work.
It was a little over an hour when Simon saw the new maid again. Feeling hungry, he left his office and went to the kitchen. A simple sandwich was his objective, followed by a drink and then back to work, or Serena would scold him. Simon loved his wife dearly, but she had always been just a little controlling. Like a captain commanding their ship, Simon's wife took command of her life, steering it wilfully by hard work and the choices she made. For the most part, Simon was content to let his love take the reigns and do all the planning, after all, she preferred it that way. But at times she could be just a little overbearing and Serena's need to be in charge felt more like a strict mother lording over a child. Perhaps that was why Simon strayed, when_he_ was offered all the control.
The kitchen was filled with natural light, streaming in from the large glass doors that looked out to a spacious, well kept yard surrounded by a simple but beautiful garden. Inside the kitchen, an empty, marble-top island stood just off centre, disconnected at both ends from the same marble-top bench that encircled half the kitchen.
Simon made his way to the double door refrigerator that stood next to the glass door and directly across from one end of the island. Once there, he extracted the butter, some shaved ham and pickle spread before taking bread from the bread box on the bench to the side of the fridge. As he was making his late-morning snack on the island, he noticed the maid walk into the kitchen. She didn't notice Simon at first, but when she did, she promptly made her way around the island to stand beside him and speak. She seemed calm and casual, but her tone indicated that she was asking him a question, unfortunately, Simon had no idea what she was saying. He looked at her with restrained longing, admiring her youthful features and considerable bust, but when she spoke to him, Simon turned to face her directly and looked up at her face, into her deep, silver eyes. Even her voice and that thick-accented foreign language of hers was alluring.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I don't know what you are saying." Simon shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands in the typical 'I don't know' manner, hoping she would understand.
When he did this, the girl frowned and after a moment she began unbuttoning her shirt. At this, Simon's eyes went wide. Arousal rapidly grew in his trousers as he stared, watching as the maid undid first one button and then the next, all the way down the front of her white top without so much as a glimmer of hesitation.
In his mid forties, Simon was a happily married tiger. Although he had occasionally glanced at other ladies, when his wife wasn't looking, the thought of betraying his vows had never occurred to him, until now. His erection pushed into the baggy leg of his boxer shorts and formed a noticeable tent in the front of his trousers, but all Simon could focus on were the now exposed breasts of the maid. Each of them was at least the size of her head, if not a little larger, and held their round, perky form with unusual ease, even though she wore no bra or any other form of support under her shirt. Taking one of Simon's hands in hers, the maid placed it squarely on one of her bare breasts. The tiger's heart began racing. What was she up to? Was she really offering herself, or was this a trick? Maybe she had been put up to this by Serena. After a moment, Simon gave the girl's breast a light, testing squeeze, and to his delight, she smiled and pressed into his touch. Simon squeezed a little more. As he did, the maid took his other hand and lifted it, holding it up to their side before letting go. Then the girl snapped her fingers. A little confused, Simon looked at his free hand before snapping his own fingers, guessing that that was what she wanted him to do. She smiled and nodded. Simon snapped his fingers again, testing her response. This time the maid took a small step closer, pushing her breast against the palm of Simon's hand. The tiger smiled wickedly and gave the girl's breast a firm, lustful squeeze, causing her to breathe deeply and make a pleasured expression.
Then she stepped back.
Simon was left a little dumbfounded as the maid began buttoning up her shirt while absently speaking in her own language. His hands were left hanging in the air as he watched her, befuddled by her actions, not to mention her completely casual attitude through it all. Calmly, Simon lowered his arms back down and resumed making his sandwich, continuing to watch the maid as he did so. When she was finished redressing, the maid turned away from Simon and made her way back to the kitchen door. There, she stopped and briefly looked back over her shoulder. She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers in the tiger's direction, smiling as she did so. Then she left.
"I have to go out for a couple of hours," Serena declared as she walked out of her office. "I should be back by three-thirty, but if I'm not, you'll have to give Angela the files in the blue folder for me." Serena spoke almost like a boss leaving instructions with her secretary, and Simon listened obediently as his wife pointed out the light blue folder on her desk. "And tell Royland 'the Terrisons want Twistleberry, not Sethridge'. You got that?"
"Twistleberry, not Sethridge," Simon repeated, reaching for his notepad. There was no way he was going to remember that for more than five minutes.
Serena watched as her husband wrote down the message. Then, when he was done, she spoke once more, this time in a friendly tone. "How about Chinese for dinner? We haven't had Chinese for a long time."
"I'd like that," Simon confessed with a smile. As he leaned back in his chair, Serena bent over and kissed her husband on the lips. It wasn't a particularly passionate kiss, but it wasn't any brief peck, either. And as the lithe black panther walked out of Simon's office, he turned around in his swivel chair and watched her go, smiling at her swishing tail and swaying rear.
Simon was all but completely absorbed in his work when he realised he was not alone in his office. At some point, the maid had come in and started dusting the assorted knick knacks and books on the shelves.
Lounging back in his chair, the tiger watched her work, eyeing her with curiosity more than anything else. Simon hadn't really given any more thought to what had happened in the kitchen, that morning, but now that Serena was out and the maid was right in front of him, the tiger couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to it.
Unlike Simon and his wife, the maid's features were mostly human, save for a few key differences. The colour of her skin was obviously the first difference, but she also had thin, pointy ears that reached out to her side for nearly four inches and a long, thin tail tipped with a tuft of hair the same colour as the hair on her head. More unique to the maid herself was her small, cute nose and full, pouty lips, as well as her boldly curved hips that sloped up into a small, trim waist. When she bent over, Simon clearly saw that she was wearing thin, white panties that tightly hugged her round rear as they rode up between her cheeks and betrayed the form of her plump sex. If Simon hadn't been aroused before, the maid's camel-toe certainly made him rock hard now. And she seemed to be deliberately putting on a display just for him.
The maid had brought in a small container with an assortment of bottles and clothes and when she was done dusting, she began polishing. Although she didn't seem to be paying the tiger any mind, the maid took every little excuse she could to bend over, keeping her legs straight so that her short skirt would lift and present the entirely of her backside to the room behind her.
Simon forced himself to stifle a rather primal growl as he ogled the maid. His arousal raged in his lap, his erection making a tent in his pants almost as pointy as the maid's ears. Married or not, he wanted to fuck her, to feel those big breasts pressed against his chest and to push his stiffness deep into that succulent mound of hers before filling her womb with his seed. Even the added thought of impregnating her was appealing.
Then Simon remembered the finger snap. Was he right? Did he understand what she was trying to tell him correctly? How far would she allow him to go? Could he really just treat her like some kind of sex slave? Simon thought on these questions only for a moment before deciding to test his theory. His arousal was throbbing and the maid had already openly and wilfully offered herself to him, not to mention her apparent teasing right now.
Lifting his hand, the tiger placed his thumb and middle finger together and then snapped.
The response from the maid was immediate. As if pre-programmed, she simply placed her work things down and began unbuttoning her shirt as she turned and approached her boss' husband. Simon, a little caught off guard at her abrupt obedience, watched the maid once more reveal her incredible breasts. Her nipples, a rich royal purple, were perky and surrounded by large areola that were just begging to be sucked on. Simon made a mental note to do exactly that at some point.
With her shirt unbuttoned and her chest bare, the maid knelt before Simon and started working on his pants. His erection was easily seven inches in length, if not eight, and nearly an inch and a half in thickness. As the maid unbuttoned and unzipped Simon's pants, the tiger shifted nervously in his seat. Cheating on his wife wasn't exactly something he did often, nor did he feel entirely guiltless. But, at the same time, Simon felt more excited than he had in many years, almost like a child about to receive a brand new toy he'd wanted for a very long time.
Without missing a beat, the maid pulled open the front of Simon's pants and tugged down the front of his boxer shorts, allowing his stiff length to spring out, barely missing slapping the maid on the chin. But despite nearly being dick-slapped, the maid was smiling. She seemed eager and happy to be doing this, although for what reason Simon couldn't begin to guess. Did she believe this was part of her job and find joy in fulfilling her duties? Or did she just really love being sexual? Or perhaps this was some form of payback for Serena grilling her earlier? Either way, Simon intended to thoroughly enjoy himself with the maid, for as long as she was willing.
Her fingers wrapped around Simon's hardened member and immediately began stroking it. Pressing her thumb firmly against the underside, the maid pulled down slowly, making Simon's foreskin peel back before she pushed back up and then down again, quickly establishing a steady rhythm. Simon let out a growl as his hips lifted in response to the pleasure the maid was inflicting upon him. She didn't look any older than twenty five, but she certainly seemed to know what she was doing. This again made Simon wonder if her previous work as a maid included some kind of sexual service, or if she was just a very sexual person.
Each time Simon's foreskin was drawn back to expose the head of his penis, it stimulated his senses, seeming to encourage the sensation of ejaculating. And with his already built up arousal, it didn't take long for pre to begin escaping Simon's tip. It quickly coated the end of his length and ran down over the maid's fingers. After a few moments, she peeled his skin back and leaned in to press her plump, pursed lips against that pre coated tip. The older feline grit his teeth and growled deeply, struggling to hold on, to not blow his load early. But that instantly became harder when Simon felt the maid's fingers wrap around his balls, cupping and fondling them as she kissed and lightly sucked on his tip. As Simon gripped the arms of his swivel chair, a premature fountain of white cream escaped, striking the maid across the face. Whimpering, the tiger tried to hold back, feeling his testicles ache as his erection throbbed.
The maid, seeing how close Simon was to release, smiled and wrapped her lips around his shaft, sliding her mouth down the full length as she held his foreskin back with her fingers. She stroked the underside of his erection firmly with her thumb, just above the sack, while her tongue pressed the tiger's manhood against the roof of her mouth. Without the slightest hesitation, the lilac beauty began to steadily bob her head up and down, massaging Simon's arousal with her tongue while sucking on the tip. Each time she went down, the tiger felt the back of her throat brush against his bare, sensitive head; and still she fondled and squeezed his balls with her fingers. Pretty soon, the maid began to feel the warm, stickiness of the tiger's cum in her mouth. Eagerly, she pushed her nose to his pelvis and gulped in time with each pulse of the tiger's urethra against her tongue. Serena often complimented her husband on the size of his testicles, stating that it looked like he was smuggling a pair of cue balls. And of course, Simon's typical load was proportionally large, as the maid soon found out. But despite being surprised by the tiger's productivity, the maid kept her face pressed against his body, and kept swallowing each surge of feline seed that he emptied directly into her throat.
As Simon's orgasm subsided, the maid slowly lifted her head while glancing up at him as if seeking approval. Simon, however, didn't notice. The orgasm he had been given was a strong one and had left him momentarily drained and floating on the ceiling. Eventually, though, the tiger regained his senses and settled back down in his seat. Looking down at the maid he smiled. She was still sliding her succulent lips up and down his length while fondling his balls, but when she saw him smile she stopped and lifted herself off of his member. A trail of fluid, a mixture of her saliva and his cum, connected from Simon's tip to the maid's bottom lip. Seeing this only spurred the feline arousal.
"Fucking hell, you're hot," Simon breathed. He knew she couldn't understand him but Simon still felt she deserved the compliment anyway. Regardless, the maid smiled and licked her lips. She may not have understood his words, but it seemed she understood his sentiment.
Next, the maid stood up and turned around. At first, Simon thought she was going to redress and return to her work, but then she bent over, showing him once again that incredible camel-toe of hers. The tiger watched as the maid reached under that short, black skirt of hers, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and promptly begin to slide them down her luscious, thick thighs. Simon just stared. A thin layer of azure hair covered her plump sex, thicker at the top and thinner, almost non-existent at the bottom. Between her folds he could see the same royal purple coloured flesh as her nipples and lips. Keeping her legs as straight as she could, the maid slid her panties to the floor and lifted first one foot and then the other, stepping out of them before straightening up and once more turning to face her employer's husband.
Simon's heart raced. A blow job was one thing, but was she really going to fuck him? Then Simon laughed internally. Why not? What had he expected her to do when he snapped his fingers? Instructed to or not, she was willing, and Simon's lust was making him feel greedy. He wanted to fuck her. A small part of him even wanted to breed her. But that part Simon decided to keep suppressed, at least for now. It just wasn't worth the trouble it would cause. The tiger still loved his wife, this was just lust. Despite his actions now, Simon did not want to hurt Serena. And what she didn't know, couldn't hurt her. But a baby in the maid's belly would be rather hard to explain away.
A moment passed as the maid stood in front of Simon. He lounged in his chair, waiting for her to climb up onto his lap. But as she looked him over, the tiger realised one very important detail; there was no room for her to climb up. The chair he was sitting in was a simple, albeit expensive and well designed, office chair, with arm rests on the sides, if the maid were to try climbing up in order to ride him, it would be a very awkward experience.
Standing up, Simon pointed downward and twirled his finger around, indicating that he wanted the maid to turn around. He then patted the desk, hoping she would understand what he meant. Obediently, the maid turned to face the desk and leaned over, presenting her rear as her large breasts squished against Simon's desktop. With an almost primal growl, the tiger took up his position behind the maid and, placing one of his large hands firmly on the maid's ass cheek, used his other hand to guide his still mostly firm length between her folds. To his delight, Simon discovered that the lilac beauty was quite wet. Between her lips was a slick coating of moisture which Simon teasingly slid his tip up and down through. This elicited an immediate response from the maid in the form of a high pitched, whimper-like moan accompanied by twitching vaginal muscles. Clearly she was as turned on as he was, and this made Simon very happy.
After teasing her for a few moments, Simon found her entrance with the head of his manhood and, squeezing her rear firmly with both of his hands, pushed forward. This time the maid's moan sounded more like a moan. Slowly the tiger advanced, driving his length between her plump, wet folds and into her tight, hot body. Flipping her skirt over, he looked down to enjoy the view of her reasonably sized and quite nicely rounded rear in his grip, and her thick folds wrapped around the base of his erection. His thick bush of long, black pubic hair mixed with her short, blue hair.
But as Simon stood there, admiring the view, he was reminded that he was not the only one trying to enjoy themselves as he felt the maid's inner muscles tighten around his shaft. She clenched and clenched again, no doubt encouraging him to quit dawdling and get on with ploughing her. Simon eagerly obliged. Slowly he pulled out until just his head was inside of her, then he stopped and pushed back in. The tiger kept his pace slow, his motions long, and each movement he made made the maid make more of those wonderful moans and whimpers. I could listen to her make those sounds all day long, Simon thought to himself. Gradually he picked up the pace, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Her inner walls were slick but resistant. She was still squeezing him every now and again, and her womanhood was tight to begin with.
Leaning forward, Simon moved his hands from the maid's rear to her sides, sliding his fingers up and underneath. She lifted just enough to let his fingers slip between her breasts and the desktop before letting her weight press down again. With his hands firmly sandwiched between mahogany wood and smooth skinned breasts, Simon grinned and he squeezed the maid's ample mammaries and increased the pace of his thrusting some more. Her nipples were rock hard and the lustful feline took great joy in teasing them as best he could, with the soft, supple form of her large breasts almost completely covered his hands and fingers. They were like big, round pillows that Simon's fingers just sank into. Kneading and squeezing them caused the maid to wriggle and squirm, her hips gyrating and shifting from side to side. Simon made a mental note in the back of his mind that this girl seemed to enjoy having her breasts played with.
As the minutes passed, Simon felt himself building to another climax. The pace of his thrusts was faster, now, and his forward motions were growing forceful. Moving his hands from under her breasts back to her rear, the tiger straightened up and used his grip on the maid's backside as leverage to increase his pace further. Her moans and whimpers had lessened as her breathing had become shallow and erratic. Simon could feel her muscles twitching around his erection; she was getting close, too. But as the tiger drew closer to his second peak, he felt apprehensive. Did she actually want him to cum inside of her? How could he ask? Unsure of what to do, Simon slowed his pace a little and weakened his thrusts. But the maid immediately responded by pushing her body back, forcefully. Taking that as a sign of her approval, Simon redoubled his efforts and returned to his prior pace and force. His thrusts were short, but fast and hard. The sounds of his hard member sliding in and out of her wet body like a well oiled piston filled the office and soon both Simon and the maid reached their climax. Her body shuddered as her head lifted, a long, whimpered moan escaping her from deep within. Simon, his fingers digging into the maid's cheeks, pushed himself as deep as he possibly could. Warmth flooded the maid's insides, pulsing through the tiger's channel before emptying out into her womb. Together they soared, their minds hazing as euphoria swept over their bodies. For several seconds neither one of them moved, save for random muscles spasms. Then, as his senses began to return, Simon started to thrust once more. Long, slow thrusts, this time, working out the last of his seed and trying to keep the maid's orgasm going.
Eventually the two of them came down from the ceiling and settled back in their bodies. Their sexual hunger sated, they basked for a moment in the pleasant afterglow. The maid lay on Simon's desk, breathing heavily and speaking words that Simon could only guess at. And Simon stood, still buried inside of her as he playfully stroked and kneaded her rump. After another minute or two, the tiger slowly pulled himself from her hold. A combined concoction of his and her juices coated his wilting manhood while her own juices had formed numerous trails down the inside of her thighs, all the way to her ankles and the floor. Simon watched as his extraction caused a few more twitches from the maid's vaginal muscles. Her lips seemed almost to breath as the maid's lower body tensed and relaxed, obviously still feeling jolts of pleasure.
Stepping back to give the maid room to get up, Simon looked around for something to clean himself up with. But his search was quickly halted by the maid when she turned around and placed her hand on his chest. Stopping to see what she was up to, the tiger watched as the maid knelt down before him and took her breasts in her hands. She lifted them up, cupping and pressing them together before positioning them under Simon's still semi-firm length. The tops of her breasts formed perfectly rounded hills between which the maid put his member. Resting snugly in her cleavage, the tiger felt life return to his lower region as he wondered what she was up to. Her smooth, lilac skin soon gained a nice sheen as the coating of juices on the tiger's manhood was transferred to the maid's breasts. She juggled them lightly, making them jiggle and smoosh together around his length, as if she was cleaning him with those incredible orbs of hers. Then, with her cleavage glistening, Simon watched as the maid leaned out and began licking, not just his member but her own breasts, particularly the area that had just been freshly coated with the mixture of his and her own sexual juices.
Dam, this maid is some kinky little thing, the tiger thought to himself. Idly, he wondered what else she was into and how he might find out.
When she was done, Simon's skin still felt wet, but not nearly as much as before. Standing up, the maid smiled at Simon and nodded lightly before beginning to button up her shirt. Now that things were finished, and Simon was cleaned, the tiger began redressing as well, stuffing himself somewhat unceremoniously back into his boxer shorts before zipping up his pants. When he looked up again, the maid was posing an a sort of 'how do I look' way. Her breasts were still exposed, but only partially as most of the buttons on her shirt were done up. Simon ogled her for a moment, his gaze lingering on her cleavage that still glistened in the light, before giving her a firm thumbs-up and a smile. Seemingly happy with his response, the maid finished button up her shirt and turned around to return to her more orthodox maidly duties.
Sitting down, Simon relaxed and reflected on what had just happened. He wondered if he was a bad person for not feeling any guilt for his actions just now, but quickly concluded that, even though he had just betrayed his wife, she was still number one if his heart and this thing with the maid was purely physical. As long as Serena did not find out, everything should be just fine. Looking over at the maid, who had returned to polishing while blatantly presenting her rear to him, Simon smiled; she had left her panties on the floor by his feet.