I look through my office den, through all of the desks, vainly seeking my secret stash of men's magazines. I'm suspecting that my bi-curious maids stole it, and then I catch one of them with a copy of mag that contains alot of lesbian porn.

Francesca lounged in her employer's seldom used parlour on the east wing of the house while she should be dusting however she had begun to notice that the master of the house never went into certain parts of the house and had devloped a comfortable routine which often included sunning herself for hours today for example she stretched out in the sunlight pouring over the room she reached back and shook her long red-brown hair out it settled like a cloak across her shoulders idlely she picked up the stolen magazine paging through it lazily untill she came across a girl on girl scene slowly her free hand slid under her skirt and she began lightly toying over her panties stroking the lips with her fingertips , lost in her own thoughts of being one of those women , the sweet musk of her arousal filled the sun warmed room wanting more she slid her hand under her panties and began manipulating her clit soft moans escaped her lips as she worked herself over , however she failed to keep note of the volume of her moans , while still very quiet one might hear them if standing outside the door she looked up in alarm as the door slammed open , the magazine laying open across her chest in a girl-girl pictorial her green eyes open wide as she realises she has been caught red handed as if it would help she quickly removes her hand from her panties and wipe it on her apron before freezing in shock and embarassment

"So! This is how we clean house, is it?" I demanded to know as she fumbled to her feet, head bowed demurely, and dropping the mag on the floor.
"Well, pick it up!" i said sternly.
As she bent over to retrieve the fallen magazine, i noticed her panties were slightly out of place.

" So, what were we looking at so intently?" I asked sternly.
She gave no answer, still staring at the floor.
"If you wish to continue your employment, I suggest you answer."
"I, I was looking at this, sir." she stammered, showing me a series of photo's of two women, naked, one with her face buried in the others crotch.
"You like to see a woman being eaten?"
"Y-yes sir"
"And which do you prefer, being the eater or the eatee?"

Francesca's silence infuriated me. "Answer me, damn it!"
"I prefer to be the 'eatee', sir!" she replied.
"Good! Now sit back in my chair like you were !"
A little confused, she did as she was told. Sitting demurely with her knees together. I knelt down in front of her, pried her knees apart, and stepped between. Bending down, I hiked up her skirt and pushed my face into the crotch of her panties.

"Ohhhh! Signore, what are you doing?" Francesca gasped as my nose pressed against the silky fabric of her already moist panties.
Breathing in the scent of her sex, i raised my head and said, "Isn't this what you wanted?" Returning to her panty clad crotch, I pulled aside the skimpy cloth, and probed the folds of her cunt with the tip of my tongue.
"Well, I, Ooooo, that feels very nice." she cooed as she spread her legs wider, allowing me deeper access.
Pulling the lips of her snatch apart, I exposed her burgeoning clit. which i kissed gently before returning to my exploration of her inner lips. My thumb began rubbing the nub as my tongue delved further inside, allowing me to taste more and more of the honey from her delicious cunt.

My hands drifted up to her chest as I continued to suck on her warm, wet cunt, grabbing and squeezing her tits through the fabric of her uniform. Taking her hands from the back of my head, she quickly unfastened her shirt, and lifted her bra from her small but full chest. I began to gently pinch her prominent nipples. "Oooo Si Si, Signore!" she cooed as her hands again pressed on the back of my head, pushing my face deeper into the soft flesh of her cunt. As the juices flowed freely from her gash, smearing all over my lips, nose and cheeks, I began to concentrate on her swollen clit. Blabbering in Italian, she came in a torrent, spewing her honey onto my chin before i could open wide enough to swallow it all.

I felt Francesca stiffen moments before a voice behind me said, "Is this how we clean house?"
Pushing me to the floor, she stood up trying to straighten her skirt, blurting, "He forced me to do this Signora."
" I'll bet, he did! Is that why you were holding his head in your crotch?"
"Signora, please don't fire me! It will never happen again. I swear."
"Au contraire, sweetheart! Its gonna happen a lot, starting right now. You're gonna eat me while my horny hubby here empties his cock in you! Right hon?"
"Yes mistress! whatever you wish!" I replied as we both dropped our pants in anticipation of what was to come.(pardon the pun)

As my wife sat in the leather chair, she spread her legs, showing off her neatly trimmed fiery red haired bush, inviting the shocked maid to start eating i moved in behind Francesca, flipping up her skirt and exposing her cute round ass. Reaching around her i cupped her breasts as my cock slowly parted the lips of her already moist cunt.
Tentatively at first, she licked my wifes snatch. " Deeper sweety!" she moaned. I shoved my cock full in, pushing the maids face into my wifes cunt.
"Yes mistress!" i replied even though the order wasn't for me. With slow regular movements I churned in and out of the young girls cooze as she sucked and licked my wifes now very wet cunt.
"Oooooh, she's good, hon!" she blurted as Francesca worked over her clit.
"She's tasty too" I replied as i felt my balls tingle, knowing that I would be cumming very soon.

Listening to my wife's reaction to the maid's ministrations was having a very positive effect on me. I increased the tempo of my fuck, slamming in and out of the young girls very wet cunt. The moans and the squishy noises was making me want to cum!
And cum I did! With a series of loud grunts, I spewed my seed deep in the womb of the girls tight pussy. My wife began to wail as she orgasmed onto the maids face.
I pulled out, watching gobs of cum drool out of her gaping cooze. The maid stood on wobbly legs, sperm dripping down her legs, and cunt honey covering her face from nose to chin.
" I think she's a keeper, hon , my wife said still splayed out on the chair.

"I don't think you've had enough protein today, babe." i replied, eyeing her bedewed cuntlips.
"oh? And just how were you going to administer it?" she answered coyly, her middle finger drawing light circles around her exposed clit.
"Well, seeing as you are seriously deficient, i think an oral dose followed by an injection are called for." I said as i pulled her off the hair and sat Francesca in her place. Placing her face inches from Francesca's still dripping pussy, i entered her from the rear, grabbing her pendulous tits and pumping hard and deep.
Getting the message, she began licking up the drips of sperm on the maids legs, working her way closer to the young girls puffy cuntlips.

Her moans were muffled by the maids thighs, but Francesca more than made up for it, babbling in Italian as her pussy was attacked voraciously. As for me, i pummeled my wifes tight wet snatch with long, forcefull fuck strokes while roughly kneading her tits until i could hold out no longer. With a series of grunts, my cock twitched and spat its pearly white, life giving contents deep in her clutching cunt. I pulled my dripping cock from her sweet hole, but she continued to chew on Francesca's swollen clit. Still horny , I approached the maid and stuck my deflated cock in her mouth, ordering her to lick it clean. My wife pulled her cum soaked face from the maids pussy and licked my balls clean of her pussy juice and my seed. Pulling her lips off my dick with a loud pop, Francesca smiled and said, "Signore, Signora, I must confess, I have been a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished."

With a shaky hand from the ball-draining, back-to-back ejaculations I'd just experienced from the silky cunts of both women, I tenderly wiped the damp, wispy curls of dark hair away from the maid's sweaty brow. I smiled into her small, heart-shaped face, flushed red with the sweetness of orgasms.

"If you consider this punishment, my sweet," I began, "I'd hate to see what you think constitutes torture. Why don't you rest that bad girl ass of yours awhile before serving dinner later?"

Francesca smiled wanly at my words. "Y-yes, signore....I shall. Signora." She stood up again on her petite, curvy legs. I could still see the wetness of my semen run down the inside of her thighs from her pussy. Lord, but the girl had a nicely rounded bottom. Each smooth, milky white buttcheek sashayed at me with sibilant grace as she exited my study, her ass seemingly daring my cock to rise for yet a third time.

"You really like her, don't you?"

My wife's voice caused me to turn around. She was looking at me from the leather chair with a shit-eating grin on her lips, playing with the deposited cum in her cunt with two of her expensively manicured fingers, making sticky trails from her labia like a junior cat's cradle.

"That's an understatement," I replied.

She grinned further. "Well, you're a man, after all. Even though you never jumped the bit at that skinny blonde Swede who worked before Francesca came to us. Somehow, someday, I just knew you'd get up inside that small, round, tight Italian ass of hers. And as a man over forty, anything that gets your dander up twice inside of five minutes has got to be a good investment."

I cocked an eyebrow. I knew my wife to be a reformed swinger, an occasional rug-muncher and fantasy prone to periods of kinky experimentation, but still, I'd been her dutiful husband fucking a much younger maidservant behind her back. Such breaches of fidelity must be tenaciously handled regardless of the resulting mutual pleasure. "So, you won't be giving her the axe, I take it?"

"If she can keep it up. Her pussy tastes like honey even with your pungent cream inside of it...and she can eat mine way better than you ever could. To be honest, darling, I didn't hire her just for the way she handles a feather duster."

I laughed. My wife, ever the kind, altruistic equal opportunity employer. For once in her life, she did something good with my hard-earned money.

__________________
Latrevo ta megala stithi!

"When men worship me because of my breasts, I feel that I am an embodiment of the goddess that has become...a part of our collective human soul." — Chloe Vevrier

IrezumiKiss' "Erotique Nonstop" — original, libertine, dirty drawings for your pleasure:
FINALLY updated! 5/6/08
More 5/6/08

Irezumi Kiss' Library.com Page - a comprehensive listing of my bibliophilic erotic inspirations & other readin's whut I digs