New Story: Maid, to Order (mc, md, mf)
Q. Daphne A.
Q. Daphne <stri...@mindless.com>
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Copyright 1998 Q. Daphne A.
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Katie unlocked the door to the apartment, opening it with a shove.
"Hello?" she called out, awkwardly squeezing through with her basket of
cleaning supplies in one hand, and four handled shopping bags in the
other. As she expected, only silence greeted her as she put her burden
down in the entry hall, and kicked the door closed behind her with her
sneaker-clad foot. She picked up the shopping bags, stuffed with new
clothes, and tucked them out of the way. Grabbing the cleaning basket,
she trotted into the kitchen.
There was a note pinned to the refrigerator, as always. "Hi, Katie!
Sorry for the mess in the sink... we had guests. Laundry's in our
hampers, and could you dust in the living room? Thanks, R&D&J." Robert,
Dave, Jason. She smiled; they were nice guys, although not the least bit
interesting to her, any of them. It's not that they weren't cute, or
anything, just not her type; she could never understand why they never
seemed to have girlfriends. Clearly not gay, the way they oggled her,
although they were perfect gentlemen otherwise. They certainly got along
well; she'd never seen three men with fewer arguments or disputes.
She examined the sink, overflowing with dirty pots, pans and dishes,
without enthusiasm. She poked at the stack gingerly with one
newly-manicured nail; as she feared, most of it had started to harden.
Hours of scrubbing. Ah, well, she sighed to herself, that's what she got
paid to do... and she could use the extra hour or so of income. Or three
hours, she thought, staring at the dishes.
Well, stalling won't get anything done, she chided herself, as she walked
into the living room and turned on the stereo. That was one very nice
part of this particular job; the Three Boys (as she called them) had a
killer sound system. Since she usually started on their place around
noon, no neighbors to complain about the volume; everyone's at work.
As the classical music filled the three-bedroom apartment, she set to
sorting the laundry from the hampers. At least I've gotten them trained
to leave it in the hampers so I don't have to go spelunking under their
beds anymore, she mused, as piles of whites, darks, colors started to form
on the living-room floor. Her train of thought drifted as she worked her
way through the clothing. Why did I have to get a manicure *this*
morning, she thought? It's going to be a pain with all of those dishes.
And why did I go crazy on new clothes, especially clothes like those?
It's not like a 22-year-old woman fresh out of college, cleaning houses
for a living, can afford that kind of luxury, she admonished herself.
Still, she thought, raising her hand, now ornamented with long, blood-red
nails, they look great. I don't know why I never thought to get
artificial nails before.
Laundry sorted and started, she started in on the kitchen. Good thing I
don't have any clients after this place, she thought, scrubbing at a
particularly nasty stain. And I'm doing something tonight, right? Her
cute face scrunched up in a look of puzzlement. A date? She laughed out
loud. No date, that's for sure. Every since she gave Kevin the heave-ho
last week, men in general had looked about as appealing as salamanders.
It was a stupid fight, but she was just tired of his comments, his
attitude... really, just tired of him. She took the opportunity to break
it off, but it had been coming for a month. At least.
Two CDs later, in the bathroom, she sprayed cleaner on the mirror, wiping
it down. Slowly, her motions stopped, and she stared at her reflection.
Well, she thought, why *shouldn't* I go on a date? I'm attractive
enough. Her large green eyes returned her gaze, framed by the wisps of
dark-blonde hair which had escaped from her bun. A little makeup, and
different clothes, she thought, looking at her grungy t-shirt and jeans,
and I could be quite a looker.
She shook her head. What's all *that* about? she thought, going
downstairs to retrieve the laundry. She laughed, as she realized that she
was mentally arguing with herself. In a moment of whimsy, she started
talking to herself, just to fill the silent laundry-room, away from her
music.
"So, what's the problem? You're cute, you've got a good figure, so stop
acting like you don't!"
"C'mon. And impress who?"
"Yourself. You bought all that stuff, try it on!"
"Here?"
"Why not? They never get home before 6pm. You have hours!"
"Uh..." She realized that she didn't really have a good argument. OK,
fine, fine, self, she said, I'll do it. I'll feel like a fool, but I'll
do it.
She carried the laundry-basket back upstairs, and sat down in the middle
of the living-room. She started sorting the clean clothes, spacing out,
letting the music wash over her, letting her mind drift as she worked.
An hour later, she was standing in the bathroom again, adjusting the
temperature of the shower. She closed the sliding door, waiting for it to
warm up as she reached back and undid her bra. She arched her back,
rubbing the lines of the bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free. She
lifted them, turning one way and then another in the full-length mirror on
the inside of the door. "Not bad," she said to herself. "I can't believe
that I actually thought about getting them reduced." She had been
intending to have the surgery. They had seemed always so
disproportionate; her tall, very slim frame made them look even larger
than they were... and, with a 34" chest and a DD or larger cup since she
was 16, they were plenty big. A couple months ago, she had made an
appointment to see a doctor, but she had cancelled it at the last minute.
"Nope, they stay," she giggled to her reflection, pleased that they still
hadn't acquired many stretch marks. Still nice and perky, she thought
with a smile; religious bra-wearing had its benefits.
She slid her white cotton panties off, adding to the pile of clothes. It
felt good to get out of those filthy rags. She delicately tugged at her
pubic hair, a heavy blonde thatch. She shook her head, and reached into
her purse, pulling out a small pair of shears. Confirming that she also
had a new razor, she sat down on the toilet, and started trimming. No
more wild underbrush *here*, she told herself; it looks so messy like
this. Soon, a very neat triangle was taking shape, awaiting only the
razor to finish it off. I've never had bare lips before, she thought;
this is going to be interesting.
She slowly applied the lipstick, a heavy, deep red, matching her
fingernails. The feeling of the tip of the stick sliding over her lips
was incredibly sensual; she could feel herself getting a bit wet just from
it alone. She pursed her lips, and studied her face critically in the
medicine cabinet mirror. She nodded her approval, turning to the other
mirror. She gave a low whistle. "Wow. That's me?" she thought. Her
long, slender legs looked even longer in a pair of black stockings; she
turned, adjusting the back seam. The short miniskirt was just barely
decent; if she sat down, the tips of the garter-clasps would show. The
scoop-front black blouse wasn't even *close* to being decent, and the
push-up bra, with its black lace demi-cups, encouraged her chest in this
lewd behavior. Her long hair cascaded down, to the middle of her back.
Her makeup, while not garish, did wonderful things to her eyes and lips.
Her lips, especially, she thought; they look full, wet...
Carefully, holding on to the towel rack for support, she stepped into the
3" black pumps. She took a step, grabbed at the bar again, laughing;
these clearly are going to take practice, she thought. She squatted down,
gathering her clothes into a neat bundle, her makeup into her purse, and
walked out into the hall, carefully strutting towards the living room,
making a mental note to collect her things when she left. As she entered
the room, she realized that the stereo was still playing. She timed her
steps to the rhythm in the music, enjoying the feeling of being in the
heels, of her shaved pussy naked to the air; she hadn't bothered putting
panties back on.
She walked over to the couch, and stared at it as if she'd never seen one
before. OK, Katie, time to figure out how to sit in this getup. She
turned around, and carefully lowered herself to the couch, feeling the
skirt slide up, feeling the naked backs of her upper thighs, and the edge
of her bare ass, touch the fabric. The sudden sensation sent a thrill
through her, and she could feel herself moisten further. She sat still,
suddenly feeling enervated, out of breath. That shower was too hot, she
told herself, as she leaned back, slightly. I'll just sit here for a
little while, and listen to the music.
Listen to the music.
She turned her head languidly, eyes half-open, and noticed a pair of
earphones lying on one end of the couch. Reaching out, as if through
molasses, she picked them up. She could hear the music playing through
them, and turned her head back, facing forward. She slowly placed them on
her head, every motion deliberate, drifting in slow motion. She adjusted
them, careful not to muss her hair.
The music filled her, and she suddenly realized that she was feeling
sleepy. That shower must have been... too... hot... I'll just close my
eyes. Close my eyes and listen to the music. Listen... listen...
Her eyes slowly blinked closed, and didn't even realize that she was
spreading her legs.
She could hear the door being unlocked. She had no idea what time it was;
minutes, hours or days could have passed. She was still floating in the
inky blackness, listening to the music... or, rather, the wonderful sounds
that had replaced the music. Sounds which explained things to her. Made
her feel things. Changed things. She didn't react when she heard voices
in the apartment; she didn't need to do anything.
*[dress up short skirt high heels show off your tits look sexy shave your
pussy-lips wear heels wear stockings wear a garter belt no panties never
panties wear makeup show off your lips blowjob lips big breasts love
having big breasts show off your tits Katie has big boobs Katie has a nice
ass Katie has great legs Katie's a great fuck Katie's very sexy Katie's a
hot babe Katie's a nice piece of ass Katie will fuck and suck Katie will
fuck and suck...]*
"Katie... fuck, Jason, what's with her?" Dave's voice. Blonde, athletic,
none-too-bright Dave. That's OK, thought Katie. Dave can be whatever he
is...
*[Katie's sexy Katie's hot Katie's a nymphomaniac Katie loves to fuck
Katie loves to suck Katie's a slut Katie's a babe Katie loves to fuck
Katie loves to show off her tits pussy mouth ass legs wear heels wear
stockings wear a garter belt no panties Katie's sexy Katie's Katie's a
slut Katie's a hot slut Katie loves to fuck Katie loves to fuck anytime
anywhere anything Katie's sexy Katie loves having big boobs huge breasts
heavy jugs so sexy Katie loves her tits loves her ass loves her cunt loves
to fuck...]*
A laugh. Jason's laugh. "Dave. I explained all this to you.
Repeatedly. Why are you so surprised?" Jason. Slim, handsome, pale,
dark-haired Jason. He has such beautiful eyes, though Katie.
*[Katie loves to fuck Jason Katie loves to fuck Dave Katie loves to fuck
Robert Katie's Jason Robert Dave's slut Katie's Jason Robert Dave's
girlfriend Katie will do whatever Jason Robert Dave want in bed Katie's a
hot slut Katie's got big boobs Katie loves to fuck Katie's a great fuck
Katie gives great head Katie loves to blow Jason Robert Dave Katie's a
slut a whore a cunt a spread-legged fuckdoll Katie loves to suck off Jason
Robert Dave suck fuck suck fuck wet suck fuck suck fuck Katie will...]*
"Can she hear us?" Dave asked. Katie could tell that they were now
standing in front of her. Someone, probably Jason, had turned off the
stereo, but it didn't matter. The headphones were still on, and they were
still explaining, reinforcing what they had explained earlier. She could
just listen with her eyes closed, floating. Listen to them, listen to the
sounds.
*[Katie down on her knees sucking off Jason Robert Dave Katie bent over
getting fucked by Jason Robert Dave Katie letting Jason Robert Dave slide
their cocks into her mouth pussy ass between her tits mouth pussy ass
between her tits Katie loves to fuck Katie loves to fuck Katie's a slut
Katie's Jason Robert Dave's slut their whore their toy their cunt Robert
Dave Jason own Katie's cunt and big boobs and long legs and open mouth and
Katie sucks and fucks and sucks...]*
"I doubt it," said Jason. "She's got other things on her mind." She
could hear every word, of course, but it didn't matter. Listen to the
sounds. Listen to what they were doing to her.
*[Katie lets Jason Robert Dave come on her face on her tits in her mouth
up her ass in her cunt Katie opens her legs for Jason Robert Dave Katie
opens her mouth for Jason Robert Dave Katie drops and sucks and kneels and
sucks and bends over and gets fucked and spreads her legs lies on back and
opens her legs and gets fucked come on her face tits in her pussy in her
mouth Katie loves to open her cunt get fucked Katie bends over for Jason
Dave Robert Katie has big boobs huge hooters Katie loves to be titfucked
assfucked mouthfucked...]*
"Wow." Pause "I mean, I knew she was cute, but I had no idea she was
such a babe," said Dave. Oh, yes, though Katie briefly. Your babe. But
she went back to listening to the sounds.
*[Katie spreads her legs opens her asscheeks opens her mouth holds up her
tits for Jason Robert Dave Katie loves Jason Robert Dave Katie needs Jason
Robert Dave Katie loves to wear heels and short skirts and no panties and
stockings and garters and low-cut blouses how off her boobs jugs tits big
breasts Katie loves her big tits Katie is compliant Katie is submissive
Katie is docile Katie is obedient obedient obedient Katie will obey Jason
Robert Dave Katie is a slave a sex slave a fuck slave a fuck toy...]*
"Impressive, isn't she? She's limber, too; look how far she has her legs
spread," Jason said, amused.
"Uh, so... Jason, how did you do this?"
Jason sighed. "You wouldn't understand." A pause. "OK, fine, I'll try
explain. You know when you hear a sound like a trombone doing something,
BawwooooooOOOOOOP?" Jason's voice did a credible impression of a trombone
signaling a pratfall, like in a stage show.
*[Katie is a nymphomaniac Katie loves sex Katie loves all sex Katie loves
to fuck Katie loves to suck Katie loves to kneel and suck Katie loves to
bend over and fuck Katie loves to wear heels and open her legs and open
her wet pussy and let it be fucked and open her legs and be fucked and
fucked Katie loves cum Katie needs fucking Katie will open her legs Katie
loves to spread her legs Katie is a nympho a slut a whore a cunt a snatch
a big-titted fuckdoll...]*
Dave must have nodded, because Jason continued. "You laugh, right?"
"Well, yeah, right."
"Why?"
Another pause. "I dunno. I just do. Everyone does. It's funny."
"Right. It's funny. The sound's funny in itself. There are sounds like
that, they produce emotions. It's something that's built into the brain,
evolutionary stuff left over that probably never made much difference.
They're buried pretty far now, most of them. But they're still there.
You can make people do things, even change things about them, if they're
exposed to them long enough. The example I gave is very, very simple.
Something like *this* requires a lot more planning and equipment. But...
well, you can see. It works."
*[Katie will obey Katie will comply Katie will submit Katie will be docile
Katie will submit Katie will open her legs Katie will open her mouth Katie
will hold her boobs together Katie on her back in bed being fucked by
Jason Robert Dave Katie on her hands and knees being fucked by Jason
Robert Dave Katie will open her legs open her pussy open her mouth Katie
comes and comes from being fucked Katie cannot resist Katie is a
nymphomaniac Katie will do anything in bed Katie is docile Katie is a
slave a sex slave a whore a slut a concubine their toy their live-in
fuckdoll Katie on her back legs spread...]*
"That's why you did the work on the stereo a few months back, right?"
"Right. She's been exposed to them for a few hours every week, ever since
then. It's the repetition, the constant exposure that does it. Today was
just the final programming, bringing them all up to the surface."
*[Katie will kiss lick suck fuck blow fondle blowjobs handjobs up the ass
up the cunt in the mouth all over in her face in her mouth in her pussy
Katie loves it Katie needs it Katie will obey comply Katie loves to spread
her legs open her mouth drop to her knees fondle suck lick stroke massage
touch feel get fucked anything anytime anywhere Katie has big tits Katie
has a hot ass Katie loves to be shown off Katie will do anything anytime
anywhere Katie is a slut a cunt a whore a sextoy a fuckdoll Katie loves it
needs it anything anytime anywhere fuck...]*
A long pause. "She sure is hot. Robert and I never believed you when you
said you could... well, you know, do this. To her. We've all wanted her,
but..."
"Share and share alike, that's what we agreed. Fully programmed, she'll
be enough girlfriend for the three of us."
*[Katie's a whore a slut a cunt Katie has big tits Katie has a wet cunt
Katie has long slender legs Katie is a hot babe Katie is Jason Robert
Dave's girlfriend Katie wants Jason Robert Dave Katie will do whatever
Jason Robert Dave Katie is compliant Obeying makes Katie come Katie is
submissive Katie is loving Katie is docile Katie cannot resist Katie must
obey submit comply open her legs open her mouth open her ass tit-fucking
blowjobs Katie gives great head Katie's a great fuck Katie's a hot wet
slut...]*
"So... uh, what now?" Dave was staring at her, she knew it. She loved it.
*[Katie will fuck Katie will suck Katie will take it up the ass Katie will
take it between the tits Katie will obey comply submit Katie is receptive
Katie is docile Katie is compliant Katie is compliant in bed her legs
spread her pussy wet her cunt being pounded Katie loves to be fucked Katie
loves to suck off Jason Robert Dave Katie has a lovely blowjob mouth Katie
gives good head Katie is sexy Katie is hot Katie comes and comes and comes
Katie is a nymphomaniac Katie always wants sex Katie is wet wet wet always
wet wet...]*
"Well, I think she should be ready by now."
"OK... so...?"
*[Katie is Jason Robert Dave's sex toy Katie loves their dicks Katie loves
their cum Katie is hot and wet and sexy and obedient and compliant and
cannot resist and must open her legs open her mouth open her ass when they
tell her and Katie loves it anytime anywhere anything Katie gets loaned
out by Jason Robert Dave Katie loves it Katie will fuck anyone Robert Dave
Jason tell her to Katie is a wet horny nympho Katie can't resist Katie
will obey Katie is Jason Robert Dave's girlfriend lover live-in lover
live-in fuckdoll toy nympho slut slave whore tart sextoy sex slave
round-heeled fuck slave open legged open mouthed open slutty docile
compliant willing hot wet Katie will obey obey obey wet obey wet obey...]*
Katie could hear Jason move next to her, and she felt the headphones
carefully lifted off her head. The sounds went away... but they didn't.
She could still hear the sounds, clearly enough to know what to do. Who
she was. *What* she was. She opened her eyes. Jason was standing next
to her, staring at her... staring down her cleavage. Dave was standing
directly in front of her, eyes on her wet pussy. She could see they both
were getting hard, and the idea sent shivers down her spine.
Katie grinned, and slid lower on the couch, letting her skirt ride up.
"Hi, guys," she said, her voice low, sexy, throaty.
Jason smiled. "How are you feeling, Katie?" he asked, never taking his
eyes off her tits.
"Great... wonderful. Horny," she added, knowing that it wasn't necessary
to mention; her nipples showed vividly through her blouse, and her wet
pussy was visible to both of them.
Jason turned to Dave. "So, Dave, want first go at her? Break her in?"
Dave blushed. "If... she doesn't..."
Jason laughed. "Mind? I don't think so." He looked back down at her.
"Katie? Dave wants to go to bed with you. Do you mind?"
Katie reluctantly closed her legs, and stood up with a smile, strolling
towards Dave, her hips swaying, her chest thrust out. "Mind? It's what
I'm here for." She slid up to him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling
him into a long, passionate kiss, her body grinding against his.
"Anything, Dave," she whispered, meeting his eyes, panting. "I'll do
anything you want."
Jason watched the two of them walk to the bedroom, Dave's hand up Katie's
skirt, stroking her ass. As Dave got to his bedroom door, he turned back
towards Jason. "Uh, so... about Cherise?" he asked, tentatively. Jason
laughed. "We'll talk, Dave. We'll talk." Dave nodded, and opened the
door for Katie; she walked in, and he followed. The door closed.
Jason smiled, shaking his head, and walked into the kitchen. He posted a
new piece of paper on the fridge, writing "Katie" across the top, and the
days of the week down the side. Might as well set up the sleeping
arrangements now, he thought.
*Two months later...*
A few minutes before 8am, Katie awoke instantly, as she did every
morning. She blinked, letting the images from her dream fade slowly. In
the dream, Dave and Robert had been doing her, one up her ass, one up her
cunt... they never had, in reality, but she fantasized about it all the
time. She reached down, briefly, and stroked her pussy, feeling it
completely bare, not even the triangle remaining. She grinned,
remembering Dave being outvoted on keeping it. She liked it, both the
bare cunt and the memory of being voted on.
She very gently pulled the bedclothes back from Jason's still-sleeping
body. She slid down, adjusting the black merry widow she usually wore
when it was a Jason Night. Jason liked her in full-on cheap whore mode;
Dave, as a nymphomaniac girl-next-door; Robert, as the naughty
schoolgirl. She loved all three.
She carefully, carefully slid off the bottom of the bed, and then up
between his legs. She had gotten very adept at maneuvering into position
without waking Jason up; of course, the fact he was a heavy sleeper didn't
hurt. She watched the digital clock, carefully, waiting until the precise
instant it flipped over to 8:00am. She ran her pink tongue slowly up his
cock, enjoying the taste of her cunt on it. Then, with a wet slurp, she
devoured it, pumping it in and out of her mouth, her hands cupping and
fondling his balls, feeling him get hard even before he was fully awake.
Jason blinked his eyes open, and looked down, a smile spreading across his
face as he met her gaze, watching his cock slide between her red lips.
Katie broke off long enough to say, in her best horny-slut voice, "Good
morning, lover. It's your wake-up blowjob." She returned to her sucking,
carefully teasing, fondling, sliding with her tongue. Her personal best
was getting him to come by 8:02am, and she still had fantasies of beating
it.
She didn't quite beat it this time, but she didn't let it go until 8:03am,
either. After a quick cuddle, she was up, stripping off the remains of
her lingerie; since no one else was in the house except the Owners, she
trotted naked to the bathroom. As the hot water poured over her body, she
thought towards her date tonight with Robert... she had a new short plaid
skirt which he should like. After touching herself up with a razor, she
slid her fingers over her clit, stroking, probing, indulging herself in a
quick orgasm before getting out of the shower, grimacing slightly when she
touched her asshole. Jason gave me quite a workout last night, she
thought; more lube next time.
I'm *still* horny, she thought. Of course you are, she chided herself;
you're always horny. "You SLUT!" she said to the mirror, giggling; even
just saying the word sent a little thrill through her cunt. How, she
thought as she toweled herself off, did I ever manage with just one
boyfriend before? She shrugged, and thought about the day ahead; Cherise
was coming over to have lunch with her, like she did every Thursday for
the last few weeks, and Katie had some great new music to play for her.
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