Group Sex Emma's Pool Party

It should come as no surprise, especially to myself, that I had wound up in this particular position. I do not, in this instance, refer to a physical pose; although various bodily orientations of a particular type were, without doubt, forthcoming. I refer to that specific intersection of time and space, and the circumstance in which is it surrounded. Whether by my own agency, or through myriad external forces: there I was.

Not that I was complaining.

I suppose it was inevitable. The next logical step in a long series of events. Naturally, I was excited, but I felt little else. Like a leaf on a swiftly flowing river, my path had been clear from the beginning, and I was simply following it to its intended destination. Likely not a final destination, I thought absently; just another stop along to the way. The way to where, though? Where would this end? How would this end? Maybe this path wasn't the only one after all; it was simply the most obvious. When I considered it, the multitude of potential outcomes began to appear like the veins of that floating leaf if it were plucked from the flowing water and held up to the sun. It was daunting.

"Ok honey, are you sitting down? Close your eyes!" I heard the sweet female voice call from the stairwell down the hall.

My attention was drawn back to the present, and I smiled to myself as I shifted on the living room couch, reclining slightly and closing my eyes.

"Alright, they're closed!" I called back.

I heard heeled footsteps descend the stairs and click along the hardwood floor of the hallway. I resisted the urge to open my eyes, my mind already swirling with images of what I might behold. From the adjoined open-plan kitchen I heard the refrigerator door open and the clink of a bottle, then a sharp hiss of air, then the clicking heels again, coming closer now. Finally, the footsteps were muffled by the living room rug, and an aroma of sweet perfume met my nostrils. I felt my skin tingle in excitement.

"Can I open them now?" I asked.

A pause, then, "Yes. Open them."

The vision that met my eyes was heavenly. Sadira Kashani stood directly in front of me, her feet together, body straight as a ruler, one arm behind her, the other held up like she was carrying a tray, a bottle of beer balanced on her upturned palm. Her outfit took my breath away.

She wore a french maid's-outfit-style negligee. The cups of her black apron babydoll with white lace trim pushed her breasts up and together creating voluptuous cleavage. The apron was sheer black with stitched white lace designs, showing off her tiny black ruffled panties skirted by a minuscule fringe around the top. Her legs were clad in sheer black thigh high stockings and black high heels. Around her delicate neck was a black and white bow tie choker, and her outfit was topped off with a white maid's cap sitting among the locks of her tousled, thick black hair.

"I've brought you a beer, sir," she said in a high voice, bending at the waist and offering me the sweating bottle.

As she leaned over, her large breasts nearly spilled out of her snug bra. She smiled at me and her deep brown eyes sparkled within her mascara and eye shadow. I blinked, taking it all in, my cock already stirring in my pants.

"Well... thank you kindly," I finally managed to utter after clearing my throat.

I reached out and took the beer and Sadi straightened up again, folding her hands properly in front of her. I took a sip, my eyes not leaving her body. I sighed and smacked my lips, thanking the stars once again for my good fortune.

I wasn't sure if Helen or Michelle had spoken about my escapades with them to Sadi, but in the end I decided it didn't matter. Sadi had called me while I was at work the day before last, asking if I was free on Friday evening.

"I was planning on having some after work drinks with some friends, but if you have a better suggestion..." I hinted, leaning back in my office chair.

"My husband is away on business for the week, and Aysha is staying at a friend's place all weekend. Why don't you swing by my house after work? I'm sure your friends can have drinks without you."

"Yes, they'll manage," I chuckled. "I'd love to join you."

"Good. Seven o'clock. Don't keep me waiting. I'll leave the front door open so you can let yourself in," she replied, betraying some excitement in her voice.

"Will do. Say, what took you so long to... get in touch? I've been thinking about you ever since that day at Carmen's," I said.

"I was just waiting for the right moment. I've got a husband and daughter to consider. But now the stars have aligned and I want your big cock so bad I can taste it," she spoke huskily into the phone, then giggled.

"Ask and you shall receive. I'll see you Friday."

"Don't be late," she said sternly, then hung up.

I immediately began composing a text to my mates telling them I wouldn't be able to do drinks after all.

"Wow," I said, dumbfounded, "you look incredible, Sadi."

"Oh... it's improper to address the help by name, sir. Please call me 'maid'," she replied with a cheeky smile on her lips.

So it was roleplay she wanted. I grinned and took another sip of my beer.

"I see. And what activities might you have planned for this evening, maid?"

"Whatever master desires, of course. I am here to serve you, sir," said Sadi, blushing at her own submissive words.

"My very own sexy maid, hmm?" I nodded approvingly. "Let's make sure your uniform and presentation meet the standard requirements. Turn around for me, slowly."

Sadi nodded and put her arms at her sides, her fingers pointing out to the side and parallel to the floor like a ballerina, then slowly turned. I drank in the view of her caramel-coloured skin, the frills and lace of her lingerie, her dainty poise. When she turned her bottom toward me, she looked over her shoulder, tipping her ass up slightly. My heart pounded in my chest as I beheld her perfect, toned buttocks, the extremely short fringe at the waistband not nearly long enough to cover her ass. Her thong was tucked neatly between her ass cheeks, and her stocking-clad legs were in perfect proportion with her magnificent rear.

I pursed my lips and shifted on the couch, my cock swelling rapidly. I loosened my tie and sipped my beer again.

"Stop. Bend over. Show me that sweet ass, maid."

"Yes sir."

Still looking over her shoulder at me, she began to bend at the waist, lowering her torso agonisingly slowly as I marveled at her perfect ass. Her cheeks parted slightly, showing me more of the lacy fabric of her thong covering her asshole. She slid her hands down her legs until she gripped her ankles, still looking at me past her leg.

"Very nice," I murmured, now seeing her pussy lips barely concealed by the fabric of her panties.

"Stand up again. I want you to strut for me. Walk back and forth so I can see your posture. I won't have a slovenly maid in my presence," I commanded.

She stood straight again, then turned and began pacing along the carpet in front of me, her back straight as a rod, her big tits pushed out until I thought they would burst from her bra.

"Don't walk like you've got a cock in your ass. That will come later. Sway your hips. Be sexy, but refined," I said, guiding her with my voice.

She put one hand on her hip and strutted up and down the carpet, now swaying her hips erotically, but maintaining her poise, glancing at me for my approval.

"Is this better, sir?" she asked.

"Much better," I replied, sipping my beer and adjusting the crotch of my trousers, which were beginning to feel uncomfortable.

Sadira noticed this and paused for a moment in front of me.

"Oh... are you uncomfortable? Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked innocently.

"I'm suddenly feeling tight in my trousers, actually. Why don't you feel for yourself?" I offered, looking down at the growing rod-shaped bulge in my pants.

I spread my knees apart and Sadi stood between them, bending down and reaching out to gently caress my bulge.

"Oh my, sir..." she said in mock surprise, and giggled. "I didn't cause you this discomfort, did I?"

"You most certainly did, maid. Now turn around. I want you to rub your beautiful ass on it," I ordered.

She swiftly obeyed, turning around and lowering her magnificent buttocks to my crotch, placing her hands on the tops of my thighs for support. She rested her ass against my throbbing cock, pushing down on it firmly.

"It's very hard, sir. I can feel it pushing between my ass cheeks," she said in a breathy voice.

"Mmmm, now rub it. Stroke it with your ass," I said, reaching down to lift the short frills of her panties up so I could have a better view of her ass.

"But sir... you're my employer. And I'm a married woman. It's not proper..." she protested, looking coyly over her shoulder at me.

"Don't lecture me on what's proper. It's because I'm your employer that you'll obey me. Marital status is irrelevant. Now do as I ask: rub your ass on my cock," I reproached her sternly.

"Yes sir!" she squeaked, then tipped her ass up, sliding it along my shaft and back again, her buttocks caressing my length through my trousers.

I moaned and sipped my beer again, then set it on the side table so I could reach down and caress her sexy ass as she rubbed it against me. I could hear her breathing become heavier as she rubbed me, and her hands tightened their grip on my thighs.

"You like how that feels, maid?"

"Um... I... y-yes sir," she stammered.

"Hmmm... let's see..." I hummed, gripping her ass and pushing it off my groin.

I held her left buttock and slid my fingers between her legs, stroking them against her mound. Her panties were already soaked through.

"God, you're a dirty maid. You've already soaked your panties. You're my little slut, aren't you?"

"Y-yes sir," she said softly after a pause.

I held her hips and spun her around so she was facing me. She looked down at me, her cheeks bright red.

"Yes what?" I said, sliding my fingertips against her wet panties.

"Yes I'm your little slut maid," she replied sheepishly.

I chuckled, satisfied, and watched her bite her lower lip as I rubbed her pussy, her eyes darting between mine, and the long bulge in my trousers. I stood up in front of her, still rubbing her pussy, and put my other hand behind her head, pulling her to me and kissing her passionately, gripping a fistful of her hair at the back. I felt her hands clamp onto my upper arms as I pushed my tongue between her lips. Her body begin to relax as we made out, her hands sliding down to my belt, unfastening it deftly and unbuttoning my trousers. They fell to the floor and her hands began stroking my cock through my boxers. My cock head popped out over my waistband, and Sadi gasped as her fingers grazed the tip.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, looking down at my exposed dick head.

"Wow... I almost forgot how big you are..." she said, breaking character and smiling excitedly.

I pulled her hair and made her look me in the eyes.

"Get on your knees, maid," I ordered, pointing at the floor between my feet.

"Yes, sir," she squeaked, and immediately dropped to her knees on the soft carpet.

She stared at my groin and licked her lips, then placed her hands on my thighs and looked up at me with her big brown eyes.

"What would you like me to do now, sir?"

She looked beautiful kneeling at my feet, her eyes wide, her cheeks rosy, her lips slightly parted, the large swells of her breasts heaving below her face, her fingernails pushing lightly against the skin of my thighs. I could read the arousal in her expression, and had no doubt that it mirrored my own.

"I would like you to suck my cock like a good slut maid," I growled, then pushed her face against my hard shaft.

She gasped, but didn't pull back, instead looking up at me and rubbing her cheek against the fabric of my boxers. It didn't take long before I felt her fingers caressing my balls, and she began to kiss my shaft, her lips moving up toward my exposed cock head. Finally reaching it, she extended her tongue and began tickling my frenulum. I groaned involuntarily as I felt my balls tighten and my shaft throb. A large, clear bead of pre-cum formed at my tip, and Sadi giggled as she looked at it.

"Oh! Is that for me, sir?" she asked, placing her fingertips against her bulging bosom.

Without waiting for my reply, she ran her fingers up my shaft, then hooked them around the waistband of my boxers. Slowly, she slid the fabric down, exposing more and more of my thick, veined shaft, my cock tipping out toward her as she pulled my boxers halfway down my thighs.

Her eyes widened and she blinked in amazement as she watched my member bob in front of her face. After a moment she lifted her hand to cup my heavy balls, and slid the fingers of her other hand up the underside of my shaft, tipping it up again then holding it between her index and thumb. She looked up at me again as she leaned in and extended her tongue, slowly licking from my balls all the way up my shaft.

When she reached the head, she curled her full lips into an 'o' and placed the very tip of my dick between them, sucking her cheeks in and suckling me. She hummed and closed her eyes briefly as she sucked my pre-cum off my cock. When she was finished, she licked me again and giggled.

"You taste very good, sir," she cooed, her cheeks blushing again.

"I'm glad you think so, maid. Because there's plenty more for you to taste before the night is over," I responded, stroking her cheek with the back of my fingers.

I felt her fingers wrap around the base of my shaft, unable to touch around my thick girth, as she began to stroke me, watching my reaction as she rolled my balls in her palm. She playfully swirled her tongue around my head as she pumped my shaft.

"I'm not in the mood to be teased, maid. Put my cock in your mouth. Do it now," I commanded.

Sadira nodded quickly, and slid her lips over my cock head again, taking it into her mouth and giving short, rapid bobs of her head as she soaked my knob with her saliva.

"That's it, honey. Now take it deeper..." I murmured, guiding her head further onto my column with my hand.

She opened her mouth wider to accommodate me and took a few more inches between her lips. She bobbed her head again, matching the slow strokes of her hand. I began rocking my hips, pushing a little more into her mouth. Her brow creased and she closed her eyes as my cock hit the back of her throat. I pulled her hair back, tipping her head up.

"Don't close your eyes. Keep watching me."

She blinked rapidly and managed to nod, despite my cock bumping the back of her throat. She bobbed her head again, stroking the base of my shaft, then squeezed it and forced her head onto me, her eyes tearing up as her throat convulsed on my dick. She managed to push another inch of my cock into her mouth, then pulled back and gasped, spit dribbling off her chin and dripping onto her tits.

"God, sir... your cock is so big. But I want to please you," said Sadi, stroking her spit along my column and gently squeezing my balls.

"Would you like to fuck my throat, sir?" she asked, a naughty twinkle in her eye.

Unlike some of her friends, Sadi had never deep-throated me before. It seemed she was keen to try.

"Yes, my dear. I want you to deep throat my cock."

"Make me do it then, sir. I'm yours to command."

She opened her mouth and put her lips over my cock head, placing her hands on my thighs. I ran my fingers through her thick, black hair and held it at the back as I pushed her head down on my length. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue sliding on the underside of my shaft as she took inch after inch of me into her eager mouth. She maintained eye contact with me the whole time, blinking and creasing her brow when I hit the back of her throat, but keeping her composure.

I felt her nails dig into my thighs as I pushed my cock in deeper, feeling it slide down her throat. Finally, the last of my shaft vanished between her lips and her nose touched my abdomen. I held her there, feeling her throat tighten on me as she began to gag. Her hot mouth felt wonderful, and I even felt her tongue slide out a little to prod my balls.

"Ooohhh fuck yeah... good girl," I moaned, holding her for a moment before pulling her head back.

She gasped again and gave a little cough, blinking tears from her eyes, but she looked up at me proudly.

"Did I do well, sir?" she asked.

"I'm very impressed," I admitted truthfully.

She giggled, then kissed the tip of my cock.

"Fuck my mouth, sir," she said, clearly eager for more.

I was happy to oblige. She opened her mouth and I pulled her down onto my cock, pushing my hips forward quickly this time, driving my cock balls-deep into her throat, then pulling out again. I fucked her throat with long thrusts. She began to gag, emitting loud, gurgling "nnguh-nnguh-nnnguh" sounds as my spit-soaked rod slid in and out of her hot mouth. Saliva dripped off my shaft and her chin as her hands reached back to cup my ass while she deep-throated me with energetic enthusiasm, never taking her eyes off mine.

"Aaaagh yes! That feels so good, baby," I praised her as she gobbled my cock.

I pulled my dick out of her mouth and rubbed it on her face as she gasped and stuck her tongue out, lapping at my shaft as I smeared her makeup and smacked my cock off her cheeks and forehead.

"I didn't think you'd be able to take it that deep," I mused as she tickled the underside of my head with the tip of her tongue.

"I'll do whatever I can to please you, sir," she giggled.

Sadi stroked the thick ropes of her saliva along my turgid rod and kissed down to my balls, where she began to suck first one, then the other into her warm mouth, tonguing them playfully and slurping my heavy nuts as she jerked me off with firm, quick strokes. The pleasure was like a hot ember deep in my loins, and my skin tingled as I watched her suck my balls. After a few minutes, my urge to bury my thick cock in her throat returned with renewed fervor.

"Maid, lie down on the coffee table with your head hanging over the edge," I said.

She released my left nut from her lips with a loud 'pop' and crawled to the coffee table, making sure I had a clear view of her perfectly shaped ass. She wiggled it for me, then reclined on the oak table, draping her head over the edge and running her hands up and down her body.

"Like this, sir?"

"Just like that," I murmured as I approached her, standing at her head and facing her feet.

I crouched down and dipped my balls into her mouth, then drew back and placed my cock head between her lips. She opened her mouth and reached around to grip my ass firmly, forcing my cock down her throat without me having to ask until my balls rested firmly against her nose. I could see the outline of my member expand her throat, even causing her bowtie choker to move, and began thrusting into her mouth as she gagged and slurped on my throbbing length.

"Mmmm, you learn quick, maid. I like that in my hired help," I said approvingly, fucking her throat as she kneaded my ass cheeks.

I slid my hands over her chest and pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her perfect, surgically-enhanced tits, capped by lovely large-ish brown nipples. I squeezed them, feeling her erect nubs on my palms. They were not too large or disproportionate, but were certainly more than a handful, and I mentally thanked her surgeon for what a lovely job he or she had done.

Sadi moaned and her legs opened as I felt up her tits, spreading the spit that had dripped onto them over her chest and tugging her nipples as I pushed my cock in and out of her throat. Her hips began to respond, pushing up and down rhythmically, clearly eager for stimulation. I admired her maid's outfit, the sheer apron subtly revealing her flat stomach, her lacy black and white panties, the black stockings with white garters.

The sensation of her tight throat on my cock, the feeling of her firm, round breasts in my hands, and the vision of her slutty maid's costume all combined to push me to the edge of an orgasm. I knew I would not last much longer.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and stood up, my heavy cock swaying in front of me, dripping with Sadi's saliva.

"Here. Now," I ordered, pointing at the carpet in front of me.

Kicking her legs up and to the side, Sadira rolled gracefully off the coffee table and crawled on her hands and knees toward me on the carpet, kneeling in supplication at my feet. She looked up at me, her eyes burning with desire and alive with anticipation.

"Are you going to cum, sir?" she asked, her voice high and excited.

"You're going to make me cum, maid."

Her hand darted to my cock and began stroking it rapidly.

"Where would you like to cum, sir? You can cum anywhere you wish," Sadi said, trying to speak professionally.

"Make me cum on your pretty face, honey. I'm very close," I groaned, looking down at her wide, dark eyes, her smeared makeup, her full, parted lips.

She giggled and grinned, biting her lower lip and almost bouncing with arousal. She positioned herself so I had the perfect view of her upturned face and pointed my cock directly between her eyes, then used both hands to rapidly stroke my cock. I had experienced her double-handed technique before, and after a few seconds my knees began to tremble.

"Here it comes, maid..." I moaned, putting my hands on my hips and feeling my balls tighten.

"Oh yes sir... please give me your cum! Cum all over my face!" she begged, jerking me faster and more firmly, her tits jiggling between her arms.

She never took her eyes off me, even when I unleashed the first powerful, thick spurt of semen, laying a beautiful white rope from her lips, along her nose, and up her forehead. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out as she milked several more ejaculations from my throbbing cock, each one spraying her face with my cum. She began to blink when some cum ran into her eye, but kept her composure as more hot cum splashed down onto her cheeks, tongue, and chin.

My legs shook as she coaxed every orgasmic convulsion from me, and my head buzzed with the thrill of seeing her face coated in my spunk. Finally, she squeezed the last few drops from my tip, letting them fall into her open mouth. She sighed and blinked up at me through my pearly cum.

"My goodness sir... that was a big load!" she exclaimed, giggling and licking cum from her lips.

"It's your reward, maid. You've done an excellent job," I said, chuckling.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you for giving me your cum," she moaned, rubbing my dick head over her cummy lips and chin.

She released me and I backed up, surveying the damage. My white cum showed up in beautiful contrast to her caramel skin, and I noticed that a few strands had fallen into her raven hair. My load has also dripped down off her chin onto her heaving tits. She blinked again and wiped a gob from her eyebrow, popping it into her mouth.

"Mmmmm, you taste wonderful, sir," she giggled. "How do I look?"

"Like a beautiful messy cum slut," I replied, nodding approvingly. "Wait, don't move."

I reached down and fished into my pants, retrieving my phone. Sadi looked a bit nervous at first, but decided not to argue, and let me snap a few photos of her cum-coated face, even posing for me, smiling and biting the tip of her finger.

That's when the doorbell rang.

We both froze.

"Are you expecting anyone?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Definitely not. I'd planned to spend this weekend with you."

"The whole weekend, hmm?" I smiled.

She blushed and looked down. The doorbell rang again.

"Just ignore it," she said dismissively.

I looked at her beautiful, cum-covered face, her exposed tits, her maid's costume, and an idea began to form in my head. A devious grin spread across my face.

"Ignore it?" I said sternly. "You're the maid. Are you suggesting neglecting your duties?"

Sadi's expression was comical. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, her incredulity as plain to see as the carpet she was kneeling on. She was about to speak when I cut her off with a raised finger.

"Don't even think about talking back to me. You have a job to do, and I want you to perform it."

We stared each other down, both of us waiting for the other to react; to back down, or laugh. Neither of us did. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but her brow creased with worry. A struggle was going on in her head: she was turned on by the idea of greeting a stranger dressed as a slutty maid, but she was afraid of the consequences if it was someone she knew. I didn't want to let her contemplate it too long, or the moment would be lost. The doorbell rang a third time.

I quickly pulled my boxers up and put my pants on, then approached Sadi and took her by the arm, pulling her to her feet.

"What are you waiting for?" I said in a firm, but low tone.

"But... sir... " she protested feebly, gesturing to the gooey mess dripping down her face.

"Leave it. But you can put your tits away."

She nodded curtly and pulled up the cups of her bra, covering her breasts and adjusting the bra so her cum-dappled breasts bulged high on her chest.

"Do I look presentable, sir?" she asked, her voice shaking with nervousness.

"You look perfect," I responded, nodding and facing her toward the door, patting her ass. "Now go see who it is before they leave."

She hesitated and frowned as she looked at the door. I had a feeling I knew what she was thinking. It would take one small concession to get this to work. I stood in front of her and held her shoulders, my expression softening.

"Look, I'll stand off to the side, out of view. If it's your husband, give me a sign and I'll make a quick exit out the back. I'll leave you to explain the cum on your face. I'm sure you can dream up some excuse."

I felt her shoulders relax, and she smiled appreciatively.

"Good. Now go do your duty, maid."

I squeezed her ass and stepped through the doorway into the dining room, which had an exit at the far side, leading through the kitchen to the back door. Sadira approached the door, giving me one final nervous glance, then put her feet together, straightened her back, pushed her tits out, and reached for the handle.

She swung the door open, one hand behind her back, and gave a big smile. Her smile instantly fell into an open-mouthed gasp as her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"Tyler?!" she exclaimed.

"Mrs. Kashani!" I heard a man's voice reply with equal shock.

The pause the followed seemed to last an eternity.

"Wow..." the stranger finally exclaimed.

I looked at Sadi, who-despite the shock and horror in her expression-made no signal for me to flee. I decided to take the initiative.

"Don't just stand there, maid. See our guest in!" I spoke loudly, stepping into the hallway.

Her head jerked in my direction and she blinked at me, her cheeks burning with a rosy glow under the gooey wads of my jism. She stepped aside as if in a trance, and motioned into the hallway.

"Please, come in sir," she said cheerfully, her voice friendly and lilting.

After another long pause, a young man stepped across the threshold. He was in his early 20's, average height with a solid build, short light brown hair, wearing a polo shirt, shorts, and trainers. He gripped a phone in his left hand. His eyes ran over Sadira's sexy body like my cum running down her face: slowly, thickly.

"Welcome!" I greeted him.

He nearly jumped out of his trainers at the sudden sound of my voice. He looked at me, stunned. I shook his hand and introduced myself.

"I'm a friend of the family. And you are...?" I inquired.

"Um... Tyler Stevens. I'm uh... Aysha's... boyfriend," he finally managed to utter.

He looked nervous and uncertain, like he'd just walked into an elaborate prank. I could practically hear his mind whirring as he tried to comprehend.

"Is that so? She never told me she had a boyfriend," I mused. "Never mind," I continued, releasing his hand and guiding him ahead of me to the living room, "come, have a seat. My maid will serve you. Would you like a beer?"

I had to physically push him ahead of me to the living room. He kept looking helplessly over his shoulder at Sadi, trying to get an eyeful of her hot body. I sat him down heavily on the couch and sat myself in a nearby armchair.

"Uuhh... sure, I guess..." he said, his eyes following Sadira as she walked through the living room to the kitchen, swaying her hips for us as she got us both a beer.

She returned to us and handed us our drinks, then stood at attention at my side, her hands behind her back. I reached around her hips and pulled her so she was sitting on the arm of my chair, caressing her ass as I smiled at Tyler. He kept looking back and forth between me and Sadi.

"Um... so... is Aysha home?" he asked.

I actually laughed out loud at his question, posed as if his girlfriend's half-naked,cum-faced, slutty maid mum wasn't sitting in front of him with a stranger.

"No, I wouldn't think so," I continued to laugh. "My maid here mentioned that she was staying at a friend's this weekend."

"Oh shit, I forgot. But, I thought..." he trailed off, still dazed and looking puzzled.

"Didn't you try calling her?" I asked, looking at the phone in his hand.

He looked down at his phone, noticing for the first time that his erection was poking up against his shorts. He held his hand with the phone over his crotch, attempting to hide his boner, then looked back up at me, his cheeks red.

"Y-yeah, I did. I think her phone's dead." Then, after another pause, "I could have sworn..."

He seemed to be trying to recall some important piece of information, but his eyes kept drifting back to Sadi's legs, and tits, and face, distracting him.

I chuckled.

"She looks sexy, doesn't she?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said simply, nodding and staring at her. "Is... is that cum on your face, Mrs. Kashani?" he finally asked boldly.

"Yes it is, Tyler. The master of the household made me suck his cock and jerk him off all over my face," she tittered.

I felt her squirm against me, probably feeling embarrassed about admitting this to her daughter's boyfriend, but I saw her hand stroke her thigh. It aroused her.

"He really covered me," she continued, wiping a wad from her chin and popping it between her plump lips.

"Yes he did," Tyler said, sounding impressed.

"She's a bit of a mess, isn't she? Tyler, take your shirt off and give it to her so she can clean herself up a bit," I said.

He didn't even hesitate, pulling his polo up and off, then standing and approaching Sadira, handing it to her.

"Thank you, Tyler," she said, taking his shirt and beginning to wipe my cum off her face.

We watched her carefully clean her face, and chest with his shirt, with me helpfully pointing out parts she might have missed. When she was clean, she left to put the shirt in the laundry room through the kitchen.

Tyler stood awkwardly, only glancing at me and smiling nervously.

"Relax," I told him, and nodded toward his nearly untouched beer. "The fun's just started."

He sat back down on the couch and took a large swig of his drink, sighing and blinking. His face brightened again as Sadi came back into the room.

"I've put your shirt in the laundry for you, Tyler. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

He looked at me, and I nodded, raising my beer to him and giving him a confidential, fraternal wink. He grinned back at me, then looked up and down Sadi's body.

"Um, yeah Mrs. Kashani. I want you to suck my dick," he said, looking into her eyes to judge her reaction.

"I'd be happy to," she bubbled, then leaned over him, running her hands down his stalky, muscular torso.

Her fingers quickly unfastened his belt and unzipped his shorts, then she pulled them and his boxers down his thighs. His cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach.

"Oooh, that's a lovely cock! And it's already nice and hard," she cooed, then began caressing it.

She looked up at Tyler as she stroked his cock, licking her lips and winking. She waved her ass in the air for me, and unable to resist, I walked up behind her and smacked it.

"Ow!" she yelped, looking back at me.

"He didn't ask you for a handjob, maid, he asked you to suck his dick. So get to it," I commanded.

"Yes, sir!" she squeaked, then, looking Tyler in the eyes, she slid her lips over his cock and began bobbing her head.

His eyes widened and his hands pushed into the couch cushions as his girlfriend's mum sucked his cock, simultaneously stroking his shaft.

"Whoa... that feels really good Mrs. Kashani," he moaned.

I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, tossing them on the couch, then removed my pants. My cock was swelling in my boxers as I knelt down behind Sadira and caressed her round, toned ass cheeks.

"I always make sure my maids are good little cocksuckers. It's an important part of their job," I said, spanking Sadi's ass and watching it jiggle as she moaned around Tyler's cock.

I added, "I've just taught her how to deep throat, too. Maid, give our guest a demonstration."

I spanked her ass hard and she yelped as she pulled back and jerked Tyler's cock quickly.

"Of course, sir," she murmured obediently.

She put her hands on either side of Tyler's legs and sucked his dick head into her mouth. She bobbed her head a few times, suckling his knob, then descended slowly, taking inch after inch of his length into her mouth. There was no hesitation this time, and soon her nose was pressed firmly against his abdomen.

"Woooowww..." Tyler groaned, drawing the word out, then laughing. "Fuck, she took the whole thing!"

He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed his hips up, holding his cock deep in her throat, then releasing her with a satisfied sigh as she pulled his member from her mouth.

Sadi looked back at me, wiping spit from her chin, saying, "Am I doing it right, sir?"

"Why don't you ask our guest?"

"Was that to your liking, Tyler?" she asked him, giggling.

"Oh fuck yeah, Mrs. Kashani. That was so hot."

"Would you like to fuck my mouth, now?" she continued.

"Oh my god, yeah!" Tyler responded without pause.

Sadi smiled and put his cock back between her lips, then guided his hands to the sides of her head, finally placing her hands on his thighs and looking up at him expectantly. He held her head firmly, then pushed it down onto his length, forcing himself balls-deep into her throat. He began fucking her face, and before long I heard her moans and gags being emitted between each thrust of his hard cock.

I gave her ass a few more smacks, then trailed my fingers up between her thighs, pushing against her cunt. I couldn't tell if her panties were wet from before, or if she had freshly soaked them, so I pulled the lacy material to the side and stroked my fingers along her slit.

"She's practically dripping. I think she's getting turned on at the idea of two men using her for our pleasure."

I rubbed her clit with small, circular motions as I groped her sweet ass, bending down to kiss it. Sadira whimpered around Tyler's cock when I slipped two fingers inside her wet pussy, and I felt her cunt tighten in response. I finger fucked her slowly while she gave Tyler head. After a few minutes she began to back her ass up against my fingers and moaned louder. I slipped my fingers out, glistening with her wetness, then pulled her hair back as Tyler's cock slipped out of her mouth and slapped wetly against his abdomen. I moved next to Sadi and held my fingers out to her.

"Taste yourself, maid. Show us what a slut you are by tasting your own pussy juice," I requested.

"Yes sir," she whimpered, then put her lips over my fingers and sucked them clean, watching me the whole time.

"How do you taste, Mrs. Kashani?" asked Tyler, picking up his cock and stroking it on her cheek as I pulled my fingers from her mouth.

"I taste wonderful, Tyler. Would you like to taste me as well?" she asked, in turn, blinking her long, dark eyelashes at him through her smeared mascara.

"Yeah, I would Mrs. Kashani."

"How generous of you, maid. This is the kind of service I was hoping you would provide. I'm so proud of you," I praised her, helping her to her feet and seating her on the couch.

Tyler stood up and removed his shoes, shorts and boxers as Sadira closed her legs and let me slide her panties over her ass and down her thighs. I held them to my nose and sniffed them, her womanly musk filling my nostrils and making my cock twitch. Sadi spread her legs wide and lifted her sheer apron so we had an unobstructed view of her beautiful, plump cunt lips. She spread them open with her fingers, showing us her wet pink hole and her swollen clit.

"Mmmmm, nice. Pull your bra down too, Mrs. Kashani. I've dreamed of seeing your big tits for years," said Tyler, his eyes alight with boyish horniness.

Sadi giggled and carefully unveiled each perfect, round breast in turn, pulling the soft cups of her lacy bra down to show us her tits, her nipples hard and pointed. She tugged each of her nipples, one after the other and stroked her tits, sighing deeply as she began to run her middle finger over her clit.

"Do you like seeing me like this Tyler? Do you like watching your girlfriend's slut mother expose her most intimate parts to you?" she murmured, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Fuck yes, Mrs. Kashani!" he replied enthusiastically, stroking his cock as he admired her body.

"Go ahead then, Tyler. Eat my pussy. It's yours," she said, winking.

He sank to his knees on the carpet and planted his mouth square on her pussy, not even bothering to work his way up her thighs to her dripping cunt. She reacted instantly, inhaling sharply and squeezing her breast.

"Ooohhh fuck..." she moaned, then looked at me with wild eyes. "Please sir, may I suck your cock while he licks my pussy?"

"Of course you may, sweetheart," I agreed, stepping up onto the couch and guiding her head to my bobbing cock.

She immediately went to work, slurping my dick head into her mouth and bobbing her head as she played with her tits. I forced my cock down her throat as I began fucking her face. Soon, both of us were moaning in pleasure. Sadi ran her hand through Tyler's hair and forced his face harder against her pussy, pivoting her hips and rubbing her snatch roughly against his tongue. He inserted two fingers into her and tongued her clit aggressively. She had to pull my cock from her mouth in order to cry out, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"Aaaaahhhh yes! Yes that feels so good... Sir, I need you to fuck me," she begged, looking up at me as she jerked me off.

"Are you giving me an order?" I asked threateningly.

"N-no sir. I just want to please you... Ooohh... please... would you like to fuck me now, sir?"
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