Here is an excerpt from an awesome erotic writer – Cheri Blood
MAID TO ORDER
Lance had been forced to leave the United States a few years before beginning his employ with Erotic Enterprises due to an unfortunate incident with a young girl who turned out to be the daughter of a very powerful business man who made things very uncomfortable for Lance. It wasn’t his fault really, the girl had come on to him and he was just giving her what she wanted. The question of age had never come up and she looked like she might have been over 18, he wasn’t an expert on that subject, nor did he particularly worry about it. It turned out that she only 16 and when she got out of the hospital she was so distraught at what had happened she took a razor blade to her wrists. It was only by sheer luck that she had been found in time to save her life. Of course she would bear the scars, physical and emotional, for the rest of her life.
Yes, Lance liked to play rough and, he was willing to admit, sometimes he got carried away. He didn’t mean to hurt anyone it was just that he was very passionate and his judgment was sometimes clouded in the heat of the moment. He had never done any real injury to any of his “paramours”, none that were permanent anyway. But this girl was different, she almost begged him to go further than he had ever gone before.
She began by getting him to tie her up and then wanted him to slap her around a little before using the pincers on her nipples and other various parts of her body. The excitement of having a willing slave girl at his disposal was just too much of a rush for him.
Anyway, it ended badly, needless to say, and Lance had been forced to flee the country and had ended up in Europe, managing several small, seedy and sometime sleazy hotels where he had honed his skills on the female staff until he had learned to control his basest of instincts to commit mayhem on the human form, most of the time anyway. He was never able to stay in one place very long because his sexual habits had always caused him difficulties. It seems the local authorities didn’t appreciate an outsider abusing their fair daughters. It was unfair really, most of the women he used were whores and sluts and asked, and sometimes begged, for what he was willing to give them. Of course sometime they begged for him to stop but by the time things progressed to that point he was too far into his work and that was usually when he had to move on.
So here he was on a tropical island in a plum job where he had access to young women who had no one to complain to if he happened to use them a little too harshly. They always recovered with no lasting effects and he was helping them really. They emerged from the experience a little wiser and more expert in the ways of the world. It was a very valuable service that he was providing to them.
This morning he was looking forward to giving a six month “employment evaluation” to a particularly nubile young lady who had come to Terracita on the fishing charter boat which served the hotel guests. Her “boyfriend”, the owner of the boat, Manuel was actually a procurer of fine female flesh for Lance and was paid well for his services. He trolled the small harbor town on the mainland for young women who were in a bad situation, usually looking for work and he would befriend them and offer an opportunity to work. Little did they know what that “work” would entail.
Candelaria Morales was 19 years old according to her employment application and her parents had recently been killed in a car accident. She had no family and had been desperate for work when she had come to Hotel Exotica. It was a dream come true for her, she had thought. A very exclusive hotel in a fabulously beautiful location and it paid twice what she would have been able to earn on the mainland. Had she known what her duties would be she might have passed up the opportunity.
As he sat behind his desk in his very well appointed office, he fondled himself through his pants; he hadn’t bothered putting on underpants when he had dressed this morning, thinking it a waste of time. Very soon underwear would just get in the way. He pictured Candelaria walking into his office, wearing the brief uniform that he required all his maids to wear. She would have no idea what was in store for her since he had not “broken” her in yet. He always allowed his “girls” to work for six months before he made them his property. Her bosom would be pushing up out of the tight bra that she always wore, her breasts threatening to push their way out of the prison that was so tenuously pinioning them to her chest. They would bounce just a little bit as she strutted her way through his office door. As he imagined her breasts bouncing up and down he began to stroke his powerful tool just a little.
He actually thought of his manhood as a tool, since he used it as such in his “work” with his young victims. It truly was a magnificent specimen, which most women found uncomfortable due to its size. He was proud of it and wore it as his badge of manhood, stroking it frequently to bring it to erection so that it would press against the front of his pants and impress the female guests, many of whom he had erotic encounters with, though he limited his activities with them so that he would not endanger his employment.
His tool grew to its full length and girth now as he fantasized about how he would handle and fondle Candelaria’s impressive and exceptional breasts. They were the main reason that he had hired her in the first place. He was an admirer of the female breast, or funbags as he liked to think of them and his philosophy was, the bigger the better. Most of the maids here at the hotel had large breasts, some of them actually pendulous. Every once in a while he would hire a girl with smaller breasts just to keep up appearances, but they would have to be exceptionally beautiful (and flexible) to compensate for the lack of sweater meat.
He was breathing a little more quickly now as he imagined himself fondling her delightfully large cupcakes as he slipped her bra upwards and off her breasts. He imagined how they would spring free of their prison; he could almost feel them in the palms of his hands now and he forced himself to slow his ministrations to his manhood fearing that he would lose control and then he would have to change his pants. By this time he had unzipped his pants and his fingers were wrapped around his erect tool as he stroked gently up and down the length of it. It was 9:56 now and he had instructed Dick, the housekeeping manager to bring Candelaria to his office at 10 am. He had told Dick that she would be “indisposed” for at least an hour and a half. A true employment evaluation of course should only last 15 minutes but he liked to take his time and be very “thorough” in his assessment. Dick knew what was in store for Candelaria but that was not a problem because he also enjoyed “employing” the female housekeeping staff for his own enjoyment as well. His sexual predilections were far gentler than Lance’s but every bit as illicit. Dick didn’t know that Lance knew about his extra-curricular activities but he was very careful not to make any waves or trouble for his boss so that he could continue to enjoy his own job benefits. All in all it was a very expedient and pleasing arrangement for the both of them.
Lance reluctantly replaced his now aching tool into its scabbard with some difficulty and zipped himself up in anticipation of the knock on his office door that he knew would come any second. Dick was very punctual, knowing that his boss would be very displeased if made to wait, and sure enough just as he had finished zipping up the knock came.
“Come in,” Lance barked. He always tried to sound menacing to his underlings, especially when he was preparing to subjugate one of them.
Dick entered the room, followed by a sheepish Candelaria, her head down, seeming to look at her very impressive cleavage. He certainly couldn’t fault her for that; he loved to check out her cleavage whenever he had the opportunity. “You wanted to see Candelaria, Mr. Pierce.” As he spoke he turned his head to look her way and Lance could tell that he was also checking out the ample bosom that was displayed before both of them like a succulent piece of steak in a meat market.
“Thank you, Dick. I promise to have her back to work in no time. She should be available for your use by noon, at latest.” The phrasing of Lance’s response was very pointed, but still a little cryptic. He wanted to keep Dick on his toes, wondering if maybe his boss had caught on to his dalliances with the help. With that Dick turned and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.
“Please sit down, Miss Morales. I’ll make this as painless as possible, I promise.” He didn’t intend to make it painless at all of course, but there was no need to frighten her . . . too soon.
She sat in the uncomfortable chair that sat in front of his desk. One of those chairs that you see at Denny’s or Pancake House. The ones that provide just enough comfort to make you want to leave as soon as you finish your meal. From this angle he got a very nice view of her cleavage and his penis twitched slightly as he pondered the possibilities.
“You’ve been here six months now Miss Morales and it’s my job to evaluate your performance so that we can make a judgment as to whether your employment should be continued or not.” Normally of course it would have been Dick’s job to evaluate the job performance of the housekeeping staff but that would provide no recreational opportunity for Lance and his tool.
This seemed to put Candelaria even more on edge as she considered the possibility that this seemingly plum job might quickly come to an end. She fidgeted and scootched her ass on the vinyl covered chair and as she did so her short skirt hiked farther up her legs, affording Lance a clear view of her red panties. He pictured himself ripping them off and stuffing them in her mouth and his tool did another little twitch inside his pants. He was enjoying himself immensely.
“To be honest Miss Morales . . . Do you mind if I call you by your first name? It’s such a pretty name.” He found that it always greased the wheels a little bit to butter them up before sampled them.
“That is ok, Mr. Pierce, I don’t mind at all.” She was very hesitant in her reply, as if she was afraid he might be putting her on, getting her ready for a big letdown. He was of course going to put her on (his tool) but that would come later.
“As I was saying, to be honest, your performance has not been up to the very rigorous standards that we require of our staff.” That wasn’t true at all, of course but he wanted to make her squirm a little more before he went in for the kill. Her job performance had always been superb, she seemed to have a natural talent for the service industry, and he hoped this talent for service would be equally impressive in other areas as well.
“I’m not sure that we will be keeping you on, based upon your past performance. However, I am willing to make concessions if you are ready to demonstrate to me that you really value your employment here and can promise that you will work very hard to change my mind. It won’t be easy, I will demand much of you and you will have to work very hard to please me.” By now his rod was raging as he rubbed it under the desk and he was afraid that he was going to let loose his whole load inside his pants before he got a chance to impress Candelaria with his impressive manhood.
His words had the desired effect on her and she squirmed even more in her chair, giving him a marvelous sight to behold. Her skirt was now hiked almost to her crotch and her red panties were an awe-inspiring sight. Damn, he had to stop touching himself or he would be forced to continue this another time!
“I am so sorry Mr. Pierce, that I have not pleased you. I have tried very hard and done everything that Mr. Dick has told me,” Lance wondered if this included other duties besides housekeeping. He wasn’t really eager to try second hand samples, sloppy seconds. He would have to take some time to have a talk with “Mr. Dick.”
Candelaria continued her pleading, “I do so much want to make you happy with my service. I will do whatever you say to me that will please you. I can work much harder, whatever you will need.”
Here was the moment of truth. He was ready to move in now and make her his prize. He scooted away from the desk and stood up. He knew that his prodigious rod would create a very obvious bulge in his pants but at this point he didn’t really care about that. It would only serve to signal his intentions to her and that might make things easier.
“As I said Candelaria, I am willing to change my mind if certain concessions are made on your part. I am not an unreasonable man. I do have exacting expectations of those who work under me. Are you willing to fulfill my exacting expectations?”
“Oh yes Mr. Pierce. I can do whatever you ask of me. I am good girl. I make no trouble and will make you very pleased.” He wasn’t sure if she was giving him her veiled agreement to what he intended to take from her anyway or if she was truly just an innocent naïve girl who had no idea what was about to be required of her.
He strode over to her, stopping directly in front of her so that his bulging crotch was less than a foot from her mouth. Looking down on her, he spoke to her very softly. “Candelaria, I want you to touch me. There. He gestured with a nod of his head to indicate what he wanted of her. Her eyes got very wide and he could see her turning over in her mind what she should do. He knew that she was desperate to keep her job, work was almost impossible to find on the mainland, people were actually starving, some selling their bodies and very souls to just survive. He knew that in the end she would make the choice to stay alive. He knew that he had her exactly where he wanted her, that she would do whatever he demanded of her, endure whatever he inflicted upon her.
“Do it now, Candelaria, and I promise, you will keep your job. It is not much that I require of you. A moments pleasure, a simple act on your part that will ensure your survival. She tentatively reached out her hand, stopping a mere fraction of an inch from the throbbing bulge. Finally she touched it through the think fabric of his pants and it jumped at her touch. It surprised her and she jerked back her fingers suddenly. He reached out and grabbed her hand by the wrist and slowly guided it back to its target. He was throbbing violently now and her touch inflamed his desire so that he could barely contain himself. He wanted to grab her by the hair and pull her head forward and thrust his meat stick into her mouth but he restrained himself, wanting it to last.
Guiding her fingers to his zipper he let her know what he wanted her to do. Her doe like eyes looked into his pleading with him, but he was merciless now, in the flame of desire and he stared her down until she lowered her eyes. She was his now, he knew. She had given in. He had but to take whatever he wanted.
She grasped the zipper and slowly, almost imperceptibly began to slide it down until it reached its inevitable conclusion. When she did so his raging tool fairly sprung out of his pants and hit the palm of her hand, making a slapping noise. She let out a little squeal of shock and her hand jumped back again but she soon recovered from the surprise. Reaching out her hand she touched the underside of his penis with her index finger and stroked it lightly. The sensation was almost too much for him to bear. He could see the veins running the length of his prick now throbbing at her touch. He was afraid that he might shoot his load right now into her face and that would end the whole morning’s planned activities.
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