A Maid's Tale: Trying to Keep My Green Card: (Cuckquean Humiliation, First Time Maid Humiliation, Over the Knee Spanking, Interracial) Read online

  I looked at Miss Gretchen and saw the remote control in her hands and understood that they meant to tease me until I started “acting like a proper whore”. Just saying those words in my mind made me ashamed, but they also made my pussy ache.

  Then Miss Gretchen produced two clothespins and handed them to Mr. Elliot. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I let out a loud moan. Then he clipped the clothespin to it and pain coursed its way through my breast. It was torturous, and they meant for me to wear these while I worked? He repeated the motions with my other nipple, and the same pain radiated into my other breast.

  Half of me wanted to scream in pain, but the other half wanted to rub my soaked pussy until I came over and over again.

  “Now Alessandra, you’re not allowed to touch the clothespins or the panties. If you need to use the restroom, you need to tell us, and we’ll make sure to put the vibrator back where it goes when you’re done relieving yourself. Do you understand?”

  I could barely speak at this point and simply nodded to Miss Gretchen.

  Then Miss Gretchen said with a smirk, “Now, why don’t you go do your chores.”

  I tried to walk away to begin my cleaning, but every step was agony as the clothespins bounced, and my pussy begged for relief. I did as I was told, though, and I began with the restrooms as I always did. Cleaning the sink and toilet wasn’t bad, but scrubbing the floor was excruciating. Getting on my hands and knees reminded me of their teasing, and I had to sit back on my ass regularly to clear my foggy mind.

  As I finished the bathroom, I picked up my cleaning supplies and left. Miss Gretchen quickly called me to her. Mr. Elliot was standing next to her with a smile on his face.

  “You completely forgot to clean the baseboards, Alessandra. Put the cleaning supplies down and bend over.”

  I couldn’t say anything, and it was as though I was a marionette, and Miss Gretchen was the marionettist pulling my strings with her commands. As soon as I bent over, her hand came down hard on my ass, and my body silently begged for just one more spanking to push me over the edge into an orgasm. But the spanking never came.

  I turned around and looked at Miss Gretchen with tears in my eyes. I couldn’t do it anymore. I’d tried to be strong. I’d tried to do as they said without asking for anything, and I just couldn’t bite my tongue anymore.

  “Please, Miss Gretchen. I need to orgasm. I’m going to go mad if I have to feel like this for the rest of the day.”

  I fell to my knees and softly said, “Please Miss Gretchen, I’ll do anything if you or Mr. Elliot will make me cum.”

  I looked up to her and surprisingly saw sympathy in her eyes. The only way that someone could understand the feelings that were consuming me were if they’d been in this same position before. I looked to Mr. Elliot whose eyes were trained on Miss Gretchen. He must have made her feel like this at some point.

  Mr. Elliot said, “Alessandra, we’ll make you cum today, but you’ll have to do everything that you’re told.”

  I nodded emphatically and said, “I promise that I’ll do anything you tell me to. Just make this feeling go away!”

  “Then stand up and follow us to our bedroom. A girl shouldn’t lose her virginity in a bathroom.”

  I stood up and let them lead me to their bedroom. It had always been off-limits for all of the servants, and I stood in awe as they opened the door to what could only be called an adult playground. The mahogany four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, and numerous ropes and chains of various lengths hung from hooks on its columns. A swing hung from the ceiling, and a stripper pole stood on the opposite side. The floors were marble, but as I walked on them, I realized that they were heated.

  Miss Gretchen closed the door behind me and took off her dress, exposing her body to me. She was very beautiful for a woman in her early 40’s. There were no major wrinkles or sagging to her skin. She had obviously worked hard to keep her figure. She walked to her husband’s feet and knelt in front of them with her head bowed.

  Mr. Elliot didn’t even look at his wife as she submitted herself to him. His predatory eyes never strayed from my body. He walked around his wife towards me, and in a single movement pulled the clothespins off of my nipples. I screamed in pain at the sudden change, and before I was able to bring my hands up to rub the sore spots, he grabbed my wrists and held them down. His lips went to my nipples, softly caressing them and eliciting a soothing rush of pleasure from them that calmed the fire that burned.

  He pulled my panties down, and without turning the vibrator off, he tossed them into a corner of the room. My heart was racing as he held my wrists and led me to the bed. He pulled me onto it and put my wrists and ankles in cuffs. I was exposed and defenseless, but his eyes left my body and turned back to Miss Gretchen, who hadn’t moved an inch from her position.

  “Slut, fetch me the paddle,” is all he said, and she crawled across the floor to an ornate chest that was set against the wall.

  She crawled back to Mr. Elliot and handed it to him without taking her eyes off the floor. It was surprising how much she had changed since she entered her bedroom. I didn’t understand why or how the change had occurred, but it was so dramatic that it couldn’t be ignored.

  “Alessandra, my wife and I have a very unique relationship. In almost every situation outside of this bedroom, she is my equal and is not any different than any other wife. But once she enters those doors, she is completely submissive to me. She is no different than any other whore that I’ve brought home, except that her body is nowhere as beautiful as theirs, and I treat her worse.”

  “Today, and for the foreseeable future, when you enter this bedroom, you are her superior, and you will not be punished for treating her poorly while you are here. Do not let this attitude slip out of the bedroom, though, because you will be punished severely for that. Do you understand?”

  The idea of him treating his wife this badly upset me, but she seemed happy enough outside of the bedroom that I accepted it. The more important thing, in my mind, was how this applied to me losing my virginity.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Gretchen, come here and eat Alessandra’s pussy while I spank you.”

  She crawled onto the bed and put her face between my legs while sticking her ass into the air. Her tongue gently flicked across my clit, and my body went wild. I’d never experienced anything like this before, and to this day, I remember the sensations. Her hands ran across my inner thighs, and her every touch sent shivers of pleasure through me.

  Suddenly, I heard a loud pop as Mr. Elliot gave Miss Gretchen her first spanking with the paddle. She moaned into my pussy, and the sensations brought me over the top. After being teased all morning, I was cumming from Miss Gretchen’s tongue. She hadn’t been told to stop, though, so she kept licking and Mr. Elliot continued to spank her. Every time his paddle connected with her ass, she moaned into me which, at that point in my life, was the most exquisite sensation imaginable.

  I felt like a horrible person for thinking it, but the only thing that I wanted to change was that I wanted Mr. Elliot to hit harder and faster. I craved those moans, and I didn’t care what happened to Miss Gretchen’s ass.

  “Do you like the way my slut licks pussy, Alessandra?”

  “Oh Miss Gretchen,” I moaned, “is amazing, sir.”

  Mr. Elliot grinned at me before he opened the cuffs and pulled Miss Gretchen away from my pussy. I could see my juices glistening on her face, and I realized that I was the important female in the room.

  He flipped me over onto my hands and knees. “Slut, I want you to lay next to me so that you can watch me take this 19 year old’s virginity. I want you to watch me fuck a girl that’s half your age.”

  “She does have a pretty little pussy, Sir. Thank you for letting me lick it for you.” Miss Gretchen’s voice was soft and sultry.

  Mr. Elliot positioned himself before my entrance, and I felt an immense pressure and then a sharp shooting pain. The pain started to fade into
the back of my mind. He had just taken my virginity, and the only thing that I could think was that I didn’t ever want him to stop fucking me. He was gentle with me, but my body was so sexually stimulated that I wasn’t worried about pain or discomfort. This was the most incredible feeling of my life, and I wanted to experience it all.

  “Please Mr. Elliot, don’t be gentle. Just fuck me. I’m begging you!”

  He didn’t need any more urging than that, and he wrapped his hands around my petite waist. With a single thrust, I felt his hips connect with my ass, and I was filled completely. I let out a scream of pain that echoed in the room. Mr. Elliot was unfazed as he continued to pummel my no longer virgin pussy. No more moans escaped my lips as his cock took the breath from me.

  His cock was incredible and agonizing at the same time. My pussy was being stretched, and he was using it as roughly as he would his wife. I could hear her slapping her soaked pussy in time with his thrusts, and the world seemed to have changed tempo. Time was no longer measured in seconds or minutes, only in slaps. I don’t remember breathing at all during that first time, but it lasted for so long that I must have.

  I felt something strange happening as he continued to pound my pussy. It was as though a fire was starting in my stomach and extending down to my pussy. I felt my body start to shake, and a low, almost animalistic moan escaped my lips as it spread. Then the waves of orgasm came rushing through my body.

  “Oh my God, Mr. Elliot! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I just kept repeating it over and over again as I felt the waves wash through me. His movements changed suddenly, and he began to make short and shallow thrusts into me. Then I felt him remove his cock, and I collapsed on the bed.

  “Slut, why don’t you clean up my mess for me?” I was confused at Mr. Elliot’s statement until I felt Miss Gretchen’s tongue on my pussy again. He was telling her to lick up his cum. The thought would have been arousing under different circumstances, but my body was beyond exhausted.

  As Miss Gretchen finished her task, the couple turned off the lights and closed the door behind them. I hadn’t expected to lose my virginity to my employer and his wife, but after experiencing it, I couldn’t imagine having lost it any other way. The thought of being able to live in the house of these two amazing sexual deviants turned my dream of losing my virginity into a reality. I couldn't wait to see what else they had planned.

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  “Now lay down on your back, spread-eagle.” His voice was dripping with lust and excitement, and it transferred to me. I felt a river of pussy juice run down my leg as I laid down on the bed. He quickly tied my cuffs to the ropes. After testing the knots, the fear exploded as I realized just how little control I had at this point. Tim was fully dressed and I was tied to his bed, unable to move an inch. This was not how I had expected the night to go. I’d expected to be in his bed, his body sweating as he pounded me deeply. I’d expected him to touch me all over, and he hadn’t touched me a single time tonight. What was I doing?

  That’s when he pulled out the blindfold out and placed it over my eyes. I began to struggle against my bonds at my loss of control, and fear took its hold over my mind. His nails began to gently graze my skin. He touched my cheek and ran down my neck, only allowing his sharp nails to touch my skin. The fear that was already overwhelming was growing as his nails began to circle my nipples. I could barely breathe, and I began to hyperventilate. The nails trace my shaved pussy lips, cutting through the lines of pussy juice that had overflowed in the car.

  His second hand traced the same path, touching with fingers instead of nails and my body was calmed as his warmth flooded me and replaced the cold that his nails had left. As his fingers left my face and traced my neckline, I could feel then softly tighten against my throat and I arched my back in response to the soft strength that he demonstrated with only his fingers. After they left my neck, they lingered at my rock hard nipples. I let out a moan of pleasure as his fingers lightly squeezed them.

  My Billionaire Boss: Submission

  The flogger cut through the air with its distinctive sound numerous times, leaving my back red and stinging, but I didn’t feel pain as my mind floated above my body. I was focused on the sound of his thighs slamming into my ass and the ecstatic feeling of his cock filling me. My hands gripped the blanket below me as my pussy began to contract around him. My mind was lost in the fog of orgasm and the flogger came down harder and faster. The sound of the leather strips slapping my sensitive skin drove me farther into the abyss, and my body continue to orgasm around me.

  Suddenly, Master picked me up and laid me on my back on the bed. He straddled my stomach and stroked himself, using my thick juices as lube. Streams of cum began to rain down on my breasts as he grunted in orgasm. My tits were covered in the milky white seed of the first man to ever make me feel this satisfied.

  He moved off of me and positioned himself to where his cock was directly over my mouth.

  “Suck our cum off of it.” I inhaled his slowly softening cock, drawing it deep into my throat. Our combined juices were heavenly in my mouth. I ran my tongue over his silky smooth skin, enjoying my ability to pleasure him even after he’d cum.

  When I was done cleaning his cock, he said, “You are not allowed to clean my cum off of your breasts. You’re my filthy slave, and you will look the part.”

  Life As A Cheating Wife: Backdoor Trained

  Every vein, every movement, and every texture were at the forefront of my senses, but they were all covered in a pain-filled haze as I felt my pussy stretch to its very limits. He held my hips tightly so that I couldn’t try to get away, and slowly continued to force himself inside of me. He began to pump in and out in an effort to make my pussy adjust to his girth, and I started scream in pain.

  His fingers dug into my sides as he pulled my body onto his cock. I tried to get away from his cruel assault on my cunt, but his strength held me in place. I could feel him bottoming out inside of me, and though the pain was excruciating, an electric current of pleasure began to weave its way through the red haze. My screams were becoming filled with ecstasy instead of pain as he ground his cock against the back walls of my cunt. I had never felt so full in my life, and I was beginning to loosen up for him.

  I reached down below me. My arm had been pinned beneath the weight of his body and the desk. My fingers found my clit as he started to pound me in earnest. I never felt his hips connect with my ass, though, so my pussy must not have been able to completely envelop his cock. Every thrust sent pain through my body, but the electricity had begun to overwhelm the pain, and my body started to shake in preparation of an earth-shattering orgasm.

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  Table of Contents

  A Maid’s Tale Trying To Keep My Green Card

  The Loss Of Innocence