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• Honestly I'm surprised I don't have more slutty otter maids, but thankfully, I've taken to making the first Jeeves request this month entirely focused on slutter otter maids. As always, this is written by the legendary Jeeves, so follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

The Maid's Family

Rosie was the maid. That was her job. Her title. Her place within the household, separate from the extremely wealthy family who lived there. To anyone who visited, she was just an all but invisible member of the help. A background feature as forgettable as the vases in the hallways she dusted daily, or any of the many pictures hanging on the wall, pretty but utterly ignored after the novelty of their purchase and expense had worn off. But, when the business meetings and bridge games were over, when the summer pool parties and winter brandy tastings were done, when it was just her and the family alone in the house together, that was when Rosie got to be who she really was to her employers.

Not just the maid.

Not just a live-in cleaner. A servant. Another symbol of their immense wealth.

When it was just them, the otter got to indulge in the reason why she loved this job and the family who had given it to her, and they... they all got to indulge in her.

*******

"Good morning, Mr Smith. Good morning, Mrs Smith."

Rosie spoke cheerily as she entered the master bedroom, sweeping across the floor in her black and white uniform and pulling back the drapes to reveal the morning sun shining bright across her employers' bed. Upon the bed, the two older wolves grunted and moaned, Cynthia Smith straddling her plump husband and bouncing rapidly upon his knotted cock as the sunlight bathed their naked forms. The lady of the house looked away from her husband's panting face, and though she squeezed his hands tenderly, their fingers laced through one another with palms pressed together, her eyes were locked on Rosie as the otter padded over to the side of the bed and stood, her own hands clasped together in front of her, patiently awaiting the instruction that she knew was coming.

"Rosie... p-please, sit on Franklin's face..."

Cynthia gasped, and shuddered happily as her husband's cock throbbed and let loose a thick ribbon of pre-cum inside her pussy while the maid smiled, nodded, and reached down to hike up her apron and skirt until she could begin to peel down her panties, the material of their crotch already dark and almost saturated with her aroused wetness. Less than thirty seconds later Cynthia groaned in lust as she heard her husband give a muffled cry, his upper body suddenly hidden beneath the folds of the maid's skirt as she planted her pussy squarely over the older man's muzzle. She watched a look of pleasure spread over the otter's face as her husband began to greedily slurp and feast on the maid's pussy, and pulled her hands free from Franklin's own, reaching out with a desperate whimper towards Rosie as she bounced harder than ever on her husband's straining shaft.

"Nnh... now, kiss me, Rosie. Ohhgodfuck... kiss me, a-and... please, tell me I can feel up your tits until I squirt!"

*******

A little later that morning, as the otter was humming to herself while she scraped the remains of Mr and Mrs Smith's breakfast into the garbage and padded over to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes, she heard the kitchen door open behind her. She didn't turn to look at who it was, but trembled happily when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her midsection and felt the bulge of a pyjama-wrapped cock grind against her already soaking panties.

"Good morning, Jason."

The otter sighed happily as she felt lips against the back of her neck, her hands still lingering in the soapy water she was running into the sink while she felt the hands slide down from her midriff to her skirt, lifting it just enough to grant access to what lay beneath, and to let the second-oldest son of Mr and Mrs Smith access her panties. Jason was in his mid thirties, but he and his wife still lived here in the family home. It was more than big enough, after all, and though they were certainly well off enough to afford a mansion of their own, even without the family money paying for it, both he and his wife knew there was something here which no other house could possibly hope to hold for them.

"Rosie... can I fuck your ass this morning? Please?"

Jason begged, and the otter trembled with joy as she smiled to herself and responded coolly, simply as though the wolf had just asked for a glass of water.

"Of course you can. I lubed up for you already."

She felt the wolf shudder and heard him whimper in delight. His hands gripped her a little tighter, and he grunted under his breath.

"O-oh... fuck..."

He fumbled with the folds of her skirt, her panties around her thighs and his still pyjama covered cock grinding against her bare rump. She leaned forward slightly, rocking her hips back to grant him easier access. He yelped. He struggled to free his cock while his body helplessly humped against Rosie's soft, fluffy ass, and Rosie grinned to herself, eyes crossing as juices streamed down the insides of her legs, when just seconds later she felt the tip of Jason's cock slam itself between the cheeks of her rear, and begin to spurt rapid, uncontrolled strings of cum before he could even come close to actually trying to penetrate her.

*******

"Hhahahhhhhh... Miss Kyla..."

With Jason's cum dried into the fluffy cheeks of her ass, Rosie threw back her head and gave a plaintive cry of her own as the wolf's wife suckled on her clit and sent her spasming into the throes of yet another orgasm. Out of the corner of her eye Rosie could see Jason peering through the door of the en suite bathroom, having returned to his room to get dressed after eating the breakfast that Rosie had made for him following their prematurely concluded tryst. She could see the hunger, the desperation on his face as he watched his wife on her knees, feasting on the now naked maid's pussy while bouncing up and down on an obscenely large, multi-coloured dragon dildo suction cupped to the floor. He made no effort to enter the room though. No effort to join in. He just stood there and watched until he couldn't resist the sights and the glorious, multi-orgasmic cries of both women any longer, and grasped his knot for just a few short seconds before his hair-trigger let loose once more, and he streaked the frame of the bathroom door with yet more abundant yet watery cum.

*******

Walking slightly bow-legged, having spent more than two hours with Kyla and more than an hour of that time on the receiving end of the coyote's favourite double-sided strap-on, Rosie mentally went through her check list for the day. She was behind on her work, but her schedule always included ample time for family activities, so she wasn't that concerned. She turned a corner towards the east wing, heading for the laundry room with the intention of grabbing some replacement bedsheets, but froze when she saw a figure walking towards her. Rosie's heart lurched, and she suddenly became intensely aware of how much she smelled like sex. Of how the insides of her legs were coated with her juices from thighs to calves, and how ruffled her uniform was after having been pulled off, tossed aside and only recently re-donned again with little care for the streaks of various fluids now staining portions of its fabric.

The wolf walking down the corridor towards her stopped too. For a moment they just stared at one another, then a frantic giggle escaped the twenty year old lupine woman, and she flung herself forward as Rosie whimpered and did the very same. They crashed together, and Rosie grunted happily as she was pinned back against the nearest wall as Mr and Mrs Smith's youngest daughter kissed her hard.

"When did you get back from college?"

Rosie gurgled in a break between kisses, toes curling, tail thumping against the wooden panelled wall behind her as she felt a hand diving down the front of her skirt and stuffing itself into her panties without so much as a word.

"Late last night. You'd already gone to bed."

The otter almost sobbed with frustration.

"Miss Ella... p-please, you know you don't have to wait for me to be on duty. Not you. Never you. I... o-oh, ohhhh, yes!"

Juices gushed around the younger wolf's fingers as they worked their magic and found Rosie's g-spot in an instant. Ella kissed her forcefully once again, and only after they were both completely out of breath did the lupine woman whisper to the maid who had been a part of her family since she was born, and the love of her life for the last two years since she learned about the truth of Rosie's relationship with all the adult members of the family.

"I know, but I wanted you in your uniform."

The wolf snarled, and promptly dragged her fingers out of Rosie's clutching depths to not just drag her panties down, but to peel them off the otter's legs before lifting the other woman off the ground, pinning her against the wall as Rosie wrapped her legs around Ella's waist.

"Three weeks. Three weeks since I last got to see you dressed up."

Rosie shuddered as she heard Ella snarling at her, not angrily, but with burning, overflowing passion in every word as her shaking hands fought to reach down to the wolf's loins and start to unfasten the belt of her jeans.

"Three fucking weeks since I got to tear a hole in your blouse to get an eyeful of those perfect titties, and to rut your pussy until mom and dad yell at me for hogging you all to myself."

Somehow Rosie managed to hold onto her sanity just long enough to pull open the front of the wolf's pants, to tug down the front of the stretched, straining panties beneath them, and to wrap her hand around the obscenely swollen base of Ella's thick cock, nearly twice the size of her father and more than double that of her big brother. It was there the comparisons ended though, because Rosie knew if she tried to compare Ella to her family members, or to anyone for too long, she'd never be able to find satisfaction in any other cock, pussy or any other part of another body ever again.

"But... I'm home all weekend now, and I don't give a shit what they say. You're mine."

Ella yelped in gleeful rapture as she slammed her cock into Rosie's pussy, and watched as Rosie immediately began to convulse in slack-jawed, glassy-eyed euphoria.

"That perfect pussy. That fucking insatiable libido. God, that slutty fucking uniform you wear even though mom and dad always tell you that you can wear whatever the hell you want. Ahhhgodfuck, f-fucking dammit, Rosie... I love you so fucking much!!"

Ella's hips slammed hard against the otter, driving her cock to the hilt within Rosie over and over and over, semi-swollen knot already slurping in and out of the overwhelmed, constantly cumming maid with thick, wet pops.

"Ohhh... ohhhgod. Two more years, Rosie. Two more... t-then I graduate, and... a-aahhfuck, and on the day I do, you know what I'm doing. I'm cashing in my trust fund. I'm buying a small house out in the countryside, and I'm stealing you from the rest of the family. Dragging you out there for a life of non-stop sex! Aahfuck, and... when I do? You won't just be my slutty, cum-hungry whore of a maid... you won't just be my best fucking friend!"

The wolf's hips were a blur, and yet even though Rosie was screaming louder and cumming harder than ever, she somehow found the strength amidst her rapture to peer deep into Ella's eyes, and to feel tears of joy pricking at the corners of her own as the wolf's knot swelled, locked them together, and began to unload with obscene volume and intensity deep into her spasming, gushing pussy with one final proclamation.

"You'll be my wife, and I'll never make you clean dishes or wash bedding or dust pots ever, ever again, because any moment we're together and conscious? I need to be inside you. I need to be feeling you, holding you, tasting you, loving you. I need to be fucking you, and I need to be hearing you scream for me again and again and again for every last second of the rest of our lives!"

By Jeeves.