Nancy Heres
The guys roared and whistled. They knew I was cumming. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I gripped the riding crop as I trembled through all my rapture. It was a beautiful moment. I felt so damned good.
"Fuck," I groaned as I ground my snatch on the slut's face. "Oh, you've earned this."
I opened my box.
She ripped her head out from beneath my skirt and gasped out, "Oh, fuck, yeah!" She hopped to her feet, her round boobs jiggling. Her nipple piercings gleamed in the light. She held out her left leg. "I am so ready to join Hayward Manor. I tried to at the job fair, but the other maid didn't want me."
"Lynette has... different standards from me," I purred as I knelt before her and slipped on the garter, cum dripping out of her pussy. What a Slut-Maid she was.
I worked the garter up her leg. She quivered as it reached her mid-thigh. She trembled in delight, bound to my nephew forever. I rose and snapped the box shut. I marched toward the watching men. They bled out of our way, Melissa trotting behind me.
I had no more interest in recruiting another slut from the sorority. I was certain I could find one, but I wanted my last maid to be special. To come from my favorite strip club. A shiver ran through me. Club Desire. I used to dance there on amateur night just for the thrill of it.
I drove fast and soon was at the club. Melissa followed me in, looking around with all smiles after we got passed the bouncer. "I've never been to a strip club. Oh, my!"
It was full of men watching the woman on stage. She had black hair and big boobs. She swirled around and let her bra fly off, her tits exposed. Men roared and threw money on the stage. I knew her. She was Bianca.
"Oh, she's hot," Melissa said, watching the dancing woman. "Mmm, I'd love to go down on her. Let's recruit her."
"Nope," I said. "Look. She's got a Caesarean scar. She's had kids. That's a pass."
"Oh," said Melissa, deflating a little. "I mean, I suppose that makes sense. Master Lance deserves the best sluts."
"That's right." I grabbed her nipple piercing and twisted the silver barbell. "That's why you were chosen."
She beamed at me, this wicked gleam in her eyes. "Damn straight. I'm hot and slutty. I'm just what Master Lance needs."
She was perfect.
After Bianca came Luscious Lisa. She had bleached-blonde hair and blue eyes. She was dressed as a naughty nurse. She came out with confidence in her white heels and stockings. The dress fit her tightly, hugging her body. She threw off the cap, letting her hair fall loose as she danced. Then she ripped open her dress. She had no Caesarean scar. That was good. She let it drop. My eyes ran over her thighs and...
"She's got cellulite," I said, leaning back.
"Boo," Melissa said.
The guys didn't care. Luscious Lisa made some money. Charisma came out, a redhead in a purple nightie. She looked sexy. She danced around, but when her nightie came off, she had on a thong that banished between the flabby cheeks of her ass.
Not plump. Not bubbly. Flabby.
I rolled my eyes.
The fourth stripper was Hannah. She came skipping out licking a lollipop, her naturally blonde hair in pigtails. I sat up at her. She was young and tight and beautiful in a naughty schoolgirl outfit complete with knee-high socks and saddle-buckle shoes.
"Oh, she has promise," I purred, my pussy on fire. Had I found my last maid? My fingernails tapped on the cedar lid of the box. I watched her move. She knew how to look innocent and sexy all at the same time. "Oh, yes."
She swirled around the pole, lollipop in her mouth. She was a delicious thing dancing and sucking on that. Her skirt swirled, giving just a glimpse at the white panties she wore. She rubbed her butt against the pole as she unbuttoned her blouse slowly.
A natural tease.
She had small tits. No bra on beneath. They were little, conical mounds with both pink nubs pierced by gold rings. She skipped along the stage, men raining dollar bills on her. She had such a gorgeous body. She had to be the one. My pussy was on fire.
Her skirt fell off. The men roared. She tucked bills into the tops of her socks as she pranced around in those pure, white panties. They were so innocent. Then she ended up on her back and shoved them off, her legs scissoring.
A shaved pussy. Tight and virginal slit but the gold clit piercing proved that was a lie. She only seemed innocent
She was a dirty, dirty whore.
I pulled out a double-headed dildo from my purse and shoved one end into my pussy. The bulbous end felt great in me.
I rose, the bulbous end of the shaft shifting in me. I motioned to Melissa to follow and marched to the stage, pushing through the men.