Interview with a Maid

Interview with a Maid Interview with a Maid

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

It's a long and hard story, but look for the +++'s to skip to the action.

Summary

It's a long and hard story, but look for the +++'s to skip to the action.

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Submitted: July 06, 2011

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Content

Submitted: July 06, 2011

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“Tell me about your first time.”

Pause . . . “My first time as a maid?”

“No, your first time fucking.”

Pause . . . “I don’t think I’m what you’re looking for, My Lord.”

*

Just a month after taking the castle Graceport, and Finegothen along with it, I was suffering from a menagerie of headaches. Threats of war loomed from all across the continent of Jume; pirates sniped at the city’s seaborne trade routes, many of the local nobles plotted against me, and the castle was becoming a stinking pit. I needed a maid. A head of maids actually, and one that could cope with the idiosyncrasies I’d come to accept in myself.

It had taken decades, but by that time I conceded my two vices. I didn’t drink or gamble impulsively. I took no mood or mind altering chemicals into my body and I had a healthy active lifestyle. The problem is that I simply fail to recognize the value of people. I try from time to time; honestly I do. It’s just I’m not a very nice person and no matter how much I dream of being caring, when I wake I just don’t give a fuck.

I suppose that led to my second problem. I like to fuck pretty girls. No, not true. I like to fuck the not so pretty ones to. So being a horny fucker with no empathy, the perfect fuck involves a considerable amount of pain on the part of my partner. It was in that environment that I needed to organized my control and I needed a proper castle to do it in. I needed a grand hall free of last night’s dinner piled in the corner. Fuck people, two days before the interview I’d sent out my soldiers to raid a nearby town not for gold, but for dishes because we didn’t have anything clean to eat on.

Don’t laugh dick breath. It was a real problem. Many girls seeking employment were looking to score a hot tryst with the new king or one of his nobles. They didn’t know yet that my idea of foreplay was a leather strap to the tit. I needed a good old fashioned mean to the core task master of a house mistress that was hot enough to bend over the china hutch if the mood hit me. OK, I was much younger then. Now, my head of castle affairs is a sphinx named Earl, and so long as I can solve a riddle or two each month thing have been going smoothly.

But enough of all that. I’d imagine you want to get to the naughty bits.

*

“Wendy, what do you think you are applying for?”

She looked nervous, “Chamber Maid, my Lord.”

“Have you ever fucked a member of a household in which you worked?”

“Yes. We all do it from time to time.” She made the excuse for her behavior. She didn’t need to for my part. She looked even more concerned I was laughing at her. The maids of Finegothen were notorious for their whorish antics. She probably was worried that I as an outsider was more chaste.

I poured a shot of whisky and gave it too her. She slugged it like a pro. “Tell me about your first time.”

“Well sir, if it’s important.”

I nodded. I needed a girl I could talk to honestly as well as drill from time to time, so if she could talk to me about her sexual resume she could talk about the job. “Go on.”

“I was fifteen, sir, and he was twenty. His name Joseph and we did it in a stable,” she stopped.

“Details, hun.”

“My Lord,” she made a feeble attempt to force a blush, but managed to wriggle a bit to expose more leg. “I just don’t understand what you want from me.”

Wendy was pretty, of course. Full bodied with black hair and a nice ass. Her lips were painted red as were her nails and she showed so much cleavage I could nearly see a nipple.

“Here it is hun,” I decided to be frank. “I need a head of housekeeping. The job comes with a two thousand square foot apartment in the castle and a monthly pay of a thousand penn. (that’s about six thousand bucks) You’ll have more perks that I care to name. If you don’t want to interview for that we’ll have a nice jump on the mattress and I’ll gladly hire you to scrub floors for a hundred penn a month and a cot in the cellar.”

“Jo was a strapping young man with brown curly hair and strong build. He smelled like sweat, but in a good way, “I was just as happy as you are now she finally was getting to it.

+++

“I’d been playing it shy for a few days, since I really realized how cute he was. My mother was a maid to Siera Vaul and his mother worked in that families shop. Jo helped around the estate and I was just old enough to start earning my own way a bit. Oh, we’d talked her and there. It was all just fluff and greetings, but I knew he’d noticed me.

“My cousins had told me things about boys and I mostly understood. Not like I do now, mind you,” She winked. “I knew he’d messed with a girl or too, but wasn’t exactly popular with the ladies. They said he was gruff and sudden like. That was ok with me ‘cause I figured I needed someone to take charge, since I’d never done more than kiss a boys dick on dare.

“That day in the stable we were alone and I loosened up my top buttons. Oh my,” she looked at her present clothing as if just noticing. “Something like this actually, but I didn’t have these back in the day.” She spread her blouse open to give me a full view.

“I was trying to think of something suggestive to say to him, but it was just like they said about him being gruff. He walked right over to me and pinned me against a post. He bit at my neck, and rubbed me twixt the legs.” She laughed. “It’s a good thing I was lookin’ to give up the goods, ‘cause they were going anyway I tell you.

“Let see, next he was mouthing my little nipples. His stubble was rough on my skin. Then he dropped down to pull my pants away. I remember I was surprised how wet my cooze was, his finger slipped right in me. Kind of hurt when he put another one in, but I had my first big O right there against that post. Well, except for my own doing.

“He kind of wrestled me down and around. He wasn’t telling me what he wanted, so I didn’t know. I thought he was going to do it then, you know fuck me, so I was trying to make it easy. Anyway that’s not what he wanted, he was wantin’ my mouth. He slapped me a couple times and called me a bitch. He said I should stop fighting.

She whispered, “I kind of liked it, but I didn’t tell him. You look like you might be a rough one too, Lord Aaron.” I just smiled at her, and encouraged her to keep going.

“So he pushed his dick in my mouth. It was ok, but he was so abrupt. Just as I get a rhythm going he pulls out and this time he does want to fuck me. He slapped me again, I guess for fun. It was for me, looking back. I guess I was a little more scared then that I’m makin’ it sound like. I think I was actually rubbing my check when he started in.

“Oh my, took him about a minute and he was just squirting go into me. I guess that’s it.”

*

I nodded and pulled my pants off. Wendy started forward, but I waved her off. “Well fuck soon enough. I just needed to relieve the pressure.”

“Of course, sir. I guess it’s the same now about givin’ up the goods,” she commented.

I was honest, “Not necessarily. I’ve done eight interviews in the last two days and only fucked six.”

“Oh eight others,” she seemed concerned. “Are any head mistresses now?”

I nodded, “but she objected too much while choking on my cock.”

“I should report her to the guild,” she joked. “We maids of Finegothen have standards.”

“She was willing enough to fuck, but she lacked a quality you already indicated you have.”

“What’s that sire?”

I moved to her and roughly ran my hand through her thick hair. I used the grip to tilt her head up. She opened her mouth expecting my half erect cock. I turned loose and slapped her. “An understanding of foreplay.”

I was encouraged when she lunged at my now fully erect dick, but I turned away. “One more thing.”

“Yes Lord?”

“I have a large staff more or less in place, but they are worthless short of some of the kitchen staff. What will you do to improve that?”

It wasn’t a fair question. She didn’t come expecting to vie for the top job, still she came back quickly. “If you would allow it, I’d reintroduce beatings sir.”

“Really,”

“Oh yes sir.” She affirmed. “You back me up sire and I’ll have this place in order lickity split.”

I knew she wasn’t sure, but would say anything for a chance for the change in her fortunes. Later she turned out to rule with a heavy hand, but put my house in order.

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“Well then there is only one part left to the interview,” I stood and move to her. She stood and we kissed, hands and tongues exploring. Her loose blouse came away easily; a rag she could easily replace. Before our lips parted, I’d pinched a nipple enough to know she could truly manage a bit of discomfort.

I spun her and fiddled with her skirt until it fell away as well. “Spread,” she moved her feet apart and rested her hands firmly on the chair she had risen from. I ran my hand up and down the crease of her snatch and ass while she eyed my bobbing cock. “When did you take your first ass fucking Wendy?”

She moaned a bit as I slid two fingers in to her wetness. “I was twenty, my Lord. It was the father of a friend of mine.” SWAT! The flesh of her ass good against my hand, so I did it again. Swat! Swat! Swat! She grunted something like “yeeaaauugahhh,” as I turned her skin red.

“Get on your knees.” Again she complied with a sly look in her eye; her mouth hanging open. Just pointing was all the encouragement she needed and the tanned bitch engulfed my manhood. Three inches went in easily, but as she took more she choked and withdrew. Like a good girl she spit her slobber took me back in.

Her mouth worked the best end of my cock diligently. I let her stay in her comfort zone for a bit then took her firmly by the back of the head. “Get you hands behind your back.” I pushed. In and out deeper and deeper and then my grip forces her to hold it. Her pretty dark eyes began to water and I let her go, spit drooling onto her tits and the floor.

I pulled her up by the hair, “Keep you fucking hands behind you,” SLAP! I came down hard on her tit. Then again and again. “Let’s find out how back you want this fucking job. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Her breasts were starting to show their abuse. Wendy squirmed and tried not to fight or resist, but she couldn’t control her screams. She hits a new octave as I squeezed down tight and held her nipple like a clamp.

She dropped to her knees, sobbing and I shoved my dick back into her mouth. Taking by the sides of her face I used the slut, “Keep your hands down. Take that fucking dick you nasty slut. Come on you worthless whore, you want the fucking job don’t you.”

Her only response was the steady, “Gurp, gurp, gurp,” as I pushed the limits of her gag reflex. By the time I was bored of fucking her face she was covered in her own spit and bile. “Nasty cum bubbler.” I drug her by a tit to a nearby couch and slapped her down onto it. “Do you want to quit!? Do you want to fucking go home!?”

“no” she mumered.

“What?” I slapped her anywhere soft flesh was exposed; he thigh, the tender spot above her kidney, the underside of a flopped over tit, the skin of her bicep.

“I don’t want to quit, I don’t, please take me.” She begged.

With her head shoved in the crease of the couch and her ass pointed into the air I entered her. She grunted as the whole length of my weapon penetrated her. I pulled out completely and swatted her on each cheek before fucking her cunt in a long series of hard pounding strokes. As I worked in and out I spit onto her puckered butthole and shoved in a thumb. Wendy shrieked a bit as I pushed a thumb into her shit hole.

If you haven’t given this a try I recommend it. Not only does the hold give you a solid grip on what ever cunt you might be fucking, you can add to your pleasure by adding pressure against your cock by pushing her colon down against her pussy. Just as good, it leaves a hand free for whatever you might need.

At that moment, I just needed to cum. I’d have plenty of time to take pleasure from Wendy again and again. With my left hand I grabbed a handful of her hair and took her hard. Again and again, I drove in so hard she grunted in pain and pleasure at the very same time. Neither lasted long as I unleashed a torrent of spray deep into her loins.

“Get cleaned up.” I told her. “I’ll have porters transfer your shit here. I’ll expect you to begin your duties in the morning.”

“Yes Master,” she stood uneasily. “If you have any more hard questions, I’ll be ready for those as well.”


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