Apr 19, 2011: With the Family

I debated what to wear and measured how risqué I felt which really leaned toward the slutty side. I decided that since I’m going to clean, the maid outfit would be a thrill for them. This time I selected red open crotch panties and black fishnet hose and my red high heel sandals to accent the frilly silly obscene outfit. I also took a more normal change of clothes to wear home.

When I walked in around 10:30, they went into giggles and grins at the outfit. I curtsied and lifted the micro mini mesh skirt slightly to reveal the slut panties, Tonja practically drooled. She kidded me like crazy about being the new white maid.

Whitney was in shorts and a tight black sleeveless top, Tonja still in a seductive turquoise nightie and Karen in hip hugger shorts and a camisole.

After the usual kissing and hugging we chatted in the kitchen. Tonja and I fixed Bloody Mary’s, munched on cheese and crackers and caught up on things until Whitney directed me to kneel in front of her mom. I knelt and slipped her panties off, lifted her nightie and licked her pussy while she leaned against the kitchen counter. I massaged her breasts and worked her pussy with my lips and also sawed four fingers into her and worked her into wanton lust. Whitney told her not to cumm until she said so. Tonja was begging her daughter for a cumm and it turned me on seeing the control Whitney held over her mom. When Tonja came, it was like a dam bursting and I rubbed my face against her. I moved to Karen, again at Whitney's direction, and removed her shorts (no panties) and made sweet love to her pussy. Then I stripped Whitney and we went to the sofa where I ate her and used a dildo on her for a second cumm.

Whitney had me remove the slit panties and bend over the kitchen table. I anticipated being fucked or allowed to cumm especially when I saw her go to my bag. But she had other thoughts. She had me stick my butt back even farther and hold my skirt around my waist. She started spanking my ass with her hands, a paddle and a wooden spoon. I yelled so loudly she gagged me with my ball gag and kept spanking my ass until it was stinging. She told me I deserved it because I’d postponed my visit from yesterday until today. For added humiliation, she plugged my ass with the butt plug and had me to put the slut panties back on.

She told me to clean the house like that and if I did it to her satisfaction, I’d be allowed to cumm and enjoy more pussy. Dressed in the slutty maid outfit, plugged and paddled, I went upstairs and began cleaning. It was agonizing. I wanted to cumm so badly. I couldn’t even talk and every move accentuated the plug in my ass and my aching cunt. I cleaned their rooms, changed sheets on beds, scrubbed bathrooms and threw sheets in the washer. Whitney would check on me frequently, pointing out this or that which required more attention. She said if I failed at my tasks, she’d cuff my hands in front of me to make things more difficult. I’d muff into the gag that I understood. I had a napkin tucked into the top of my outfit which I’d use to wipe my constant drool.

Downstairs, I cleaned the powder room, the living and dining rooms and went to work on the kitchen, including mopping the floor. I though I was through but she took me to the garage, raised the garage door and backed both cars out, and then she lowered the door to about two feet from the floor and told me to sweep the garage. For that task she did cuff my hands in front of me and called me a bimbo.

After sweeping, I stood at the back of the garage while she moved both cars inside then lowered to door. Without any explanation, she threw me over the hood of her car and removed the plug and the gag. She pulled her shorts off and put on the strappy, eased it into my gapping asshole and began fucking me and cupping my cunt. She kept asking me would I rather wash the cars dressed like I was or in one of her bikinis. She demanded an answer and I agonized over my response. Finally I yelled I’d do it in a bikini. Tonja and Karen were in the garage and watched as Whitney brought me to a mind bending series of cumms by manipulating my clit and fucking my ass.

She told Tonja to get a bikini for me. Whitney uncuffed me and had me strip naked. While I was nude she had me pee on the garage floor then put on the bikini Tonja selected and heels again. She said I’d wash the cars dressed like this. I begged no, I’d do anything not to. She told me to go eat her mom and sis first. I went to Tonja and in the garage which was sweltering in the mid 80s temp of the afternoon, I ate both of them off again, including licking their asses.

Whitney and Tonja whispered and her mom got a bucket, soap, sponge, rags and a set of keys. Tonja gave me a cover-up and went back inside as did Karen. Whitney had me get in her car and. I had the bucket and rags in back. She raised the garage door and backed out of the driveway. I asked where we were going. She said I was going to wash her car. We drove through residential areas then drove south on a main road. I imagined we were going to one of those coin operated car washes and I cringed. But instead I watched urban neighborhoods slip away and replaced by sparsely populated areas and then more rural areas. She turned onto an unpaved road and I thought I recognized the house in the distance. She turned into a gravel driveway and I freaked; we were at her grandmother’s farm house, the infamous site of the out-of-control Jas weekend nearly 2 years ago.

She parked in front of the old ramshackle shed, used her keys to open the side door of the house, went in and switched on the electrical box. Both of us walked behind the house and she turned on the well pump. I asked why we came here. She told me there were many reasons but thought of me washing her car in this skimpy bikini seemed all too enticing and out here no one would notice. I understood. She said it’d take the well pump a few minutes to get water pumped. In the meantime, with her direction, I got the hose from a storage shed and connected it. I took the heels off and with the old shed providing a barrier between us and the main road, I washed her car. She leaned against the shed and told me to pull my tits out of the top of the bikini while did it.

After drying the car we both went inside the house. Goose bumps crawled all over me. We walked around the place, all the remaining furniture covered with sheets. Her grandmother will never be able to live here again due to her health. Technically it’s for sale (as evidenced by the sign out front riddled with bullet holes; creepy). We toured the main level and the upstairs bedrooms then returned to the kitchen. Whitney opened the door to the cellar and asked if I wanted to see it again. I said no. She looked at me and said “take your clothes off, Eve.” I hesitated and told her I could not go down there. Again she told me to strip, that she’d never let any real harm come to me in this place. She flicked on the cellar light and, naked, I followed her down.

Once again I entered what was hell to me; old red brick walls, rough concrete floor, no windows and the rough cut beamed ceiling, the whole place no bigger than an average room. The old bed frame was still there, the shelves full of junk and everything covered by layers of dust including the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling casting an unnatural light around the room. It still reminded me of a dungeon or a bunker. I recalled Jas and the girls tying my wrists to the overhead beams, whipping me, putting me on the floor or bed and fucking me and using me as a toilet.

Most of these memories weren’t good but the best thing to come out of this was standing beside me. I looked at Whitney smiled. She wanted to fuck me down here. I told her I was hers. She stripped and we kissed forever. As we did she rubbed my pussy until I was weak and completely shocked at how easily she made me cumm. I knelt between her legs and buried my face in her pussy and clasped my hands around her buttocks then fingered her ass while I ate her. I brought her off again. She said she’d always pictured me down here.

We went upstairs. I put the bikini on while she turned off the electrical. She locked the place. As we drove back to her house she asked me if I’d made all my slut calls to the 15 girls. I told her yes and reported that to my owners. She asked if it really was going to come off or were they bluffing. I didn’t think anybody was bluffing and the time and place hadn’t been determined to my knowledge.

Back at her house, Tonja had just gotten up from a nap and Karen was watching TV. I showered and gathered my things and slipped on the back up skirt and blouse I’d brought. I told Whitney the day was truly special and the trip to the old house very meaningful. I thanked all of them for the opportunity to serve them as a family again. I left around 5:00.