50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 58

I adjusted the hemline of the short uniform skirt I was required to wear in this home, muttering under my breath. If I didn't need the money so badly I wouldn't be bothered with this job...but for now, I would have to make do.

I clean the home of a very wealthy family a few times a week. At first, the family seemed alright. A beautiful mother, dashing father, and their three kids. I would be happy to come to work in such a gorgeous home and admire all the beautiful furnishings and decorations.

I was never scolded, never pestered for perfection, or bugged really about anything. I was always thanked for my time and encouraged to have what I wanted from the kitchen.

A few months into my time here, however, things began to get weird. I would notice strange and sexual looks coming from both the husband and wife as well as inappropriate touching when I didn't expect it. Whether it was a lingering touch on the small of my back or a rub behind my neck. My uniform had even been "upgraded" and I was given a very short, almost Halloween costume like maid outfit that barely covered my bottom.

They began to annoy me about spots I missed or not being fast enough. I was often told to bend over and pick things up that one of them had "accidentally dropped or spilled" and I was sure they would stare at my ass when I did so.

I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in the house and didn't know how much longer I would be able to continue working here.

I silently groaned, dusting the already clean trophies of their eldest daughter Yvonne. Equestrian medals, fencing, tennis, pictures of her with some foreign ambassador..it was endless.

I didn't think anyone was home except for the mother, who let me in and gave me my assignment so I took my time to look through the photos, lightly dusting each one. Suddenly a flash of green shone in my peripheral vision and I peeked behind a photo frame to see a big wad of cash, all 100 dollar bills.

My heart started beating quickly at the sight of all that money just lying there and I contemplated whether to pretend I didn't see it or just pocket it. Clearly, no one knew it was missing as it was just lying between the picture frames.

I almost decided against it but then remembered the weird and annoying ways I've been treated these past few weeks and figured I deserved it. Besides, who else would put up with their creepy antics?

Looking around me at the empty house I grabbed the wad of cash and stuffed it into my apron pocket, moving on as if nothing had happened. I was already thinking of all the ways I could spend a large amount of money.

With a big grin on my face, I spun around to go and dust the fireplace, coming face to face with Mr. and Mrs. Bass. My heart froze as they stared me down with a knowing look. I couldn't understand how they had randomly appeared when I hadn't seen them this entire evening. Then it clicked and I realized I was set-up. There must have been a hidden camera somewhere.

"Take it off" he commanded. I stared at him and saw a resolute and cynical look in his eyes, daring me to challenge him. Slowly, I unhooked my bra and slipped it off. My big, round tits were completely exposed, the cool air slightly hardening the puffy pink nipples.

Mr. Bass slapped and squeezed my tits, pressing against them as he leaned his hands behind me to unzip my skirt and roughly tug it down along with my panties. I attempted to cover myself down there but Mrs. Bass slapped my hands away and shook her head teasingly. "Oh, honey, no use in trying to hide that little pussy when it's going to be stuffed very soon."

She grabbed the duster off the counter and took hold of one of my wispy blonde pigtails, leading me to the couch where she made me lie on her husband's lap, ass in the air.

Mr. Bass smoothed his hands over my bottom, telling me I would have to count every spank out loud or they would get harder. I closed my eyes and braced myself for my spanking.

Before he began, Mrs. Bass eased the thick tail of the duster into my pussy, rubbing her own clit as she fucked me with it. I whimpered and wiggled my hips around. "The more you move, the deeper and harder I will fuck you with it" she warned.

Mr. Bass spoke again while rubbing my ass. Shall we begin?