The Maid For Pleasure Bundle 2 (11 page)

Suddenly, her inhaler was pressed against her mouth. Reflexively, she took in a long, deep breath.

Instantly, she felt better. She barely noticed at all that Fiona had entered the room; that she was the one who had placed the inhaler on her mouth.

“There you are, Madam. Won’t you sign, now? It’s for your own security.”

“Yes, dear.” Simon walked around to meet the maid, sliding his hand far up between her ass cheeks in her tiny little dress. “Listen to Fiona. I’m the man, aren’t I? That means I’m stronger than you, naturally. Doesn’t that make sense?”

“Strong...yes.”

That
did
make sense. Yesterday, Hayley saw Simon lift an entire leather couch by himself while Fiona was sitting on it, just to startle her and make her laugh. They were so cute together. Such a perfect couple.

“So, that means something is much more likely to happen to you than it is to me, all right?”

“Oh. Yes. All right.”

“You had better sign these papers, then. In case anything should ever happen.”

“I...yes. Of course.”

Finally, she obeyed. Her signature was still wet on the paper when he tugged it out from under her hands and slipped it into a folder, handing that quickly to Fiona.

“Wonderful, dear, thank you.” He straightened up. “Now, if you would please leave us? Fiona and I would like some privacy.”

“Pr...privacy?”

“Yes, dear. We have quite a lot to discuss.”

“Oh...of course. Yes.”

She left in a daze, barely noticing the sudden cheers behind her. They were happy! That was good. Hayley had been so, sooo good to make them happy. It was so very right and good to make a man and his maid happy.

Something made her stop at the door frame though, and crack the door open. The two inside did not notice. Fiona was on Simon’s lap, purring and telling him what a wonderful, good decision he had made.

“You’re so strong,” said Fiona, crushing her big tits against his thick chest. “So very strong. I can’t believe how well you handled that.”

“Yes,” he said. His large hand toyed with her sexy tall red high-heeled shoe. “And now, like you said, it will be that much easier to make the transition to marriage.”

Marriage! Hayley put a hand over her mouth, gasping with joy. He must have been talking about marrying her! That was like, totally great!

Her fingers sank to her pussy, searching for those magic points of pleasure. There were so many down there; the entire area like a live wire from an exploding transformer. Just the thought of being chronically attached to her
Man
got her hot, and
that
was hot too.

“Thank you so much for suggesting that, my dear.” He stroked Fiona's hair in admiration. “It’s rather more secure this way. She’s been so absent-minded lately. I don't trust her with any funds.”

“Of
course
, Master. I live to serve you, and want you to be happy at
all
times. May I stroke you, please?”

“Yes,” he said, voice becoming distant as Fiona lowered down to her knees. “You don’t think we were too harsh on her, do you?”

“Oh, no, Sir. I think you rather could have been
much
more harsh on her if you wanted.”

Fiona had slipped her hands into his pants, tugging them down all the way. Hayley moaned, barely audible. She hadn’t seen Simon’s cock in so long. It had gotten so big—so hard!

“More harsh?”

“Oh yes, Sir. I know that, for instance, if you were to slap me around, I’d absolutely deserve it. The man is always right, after all.”

“Yes,” he said, thumbing at her cheek, and then gripping her neck. “I am.”

“Yes, Master. So right. It’s so right to choke me, like that.”

As she told him this, she stroked him harder. His hands closed around her neck, both of them together. Fiona nodded, her face pure bliss, as his grip tightened and re-tightened around her elegant throat. He relinquished the grip just for a moment to slap her face, and this only made Fiona stroke him harder.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I'm your
property
. You do with me as you will. You're
right
to hit me. You're so
right
to choke me. A woman doesn't get to decide what's best. Only her Man. Only
you
.”

Her strokes increased in frequency and as they did, Hayley's ministrations toward her own cunt became more and more frequent as well. Hayley found she was about to cum just from watching Fiona get slapped and choked by her man. God, god! That was so hot, so wrong!

It was almost like Simon had a million little complaints that any boyfriend might have with his girlfriend. And he wanted, he
needed
to let these complaints feel their purchase in the world. Needed a physical output for them. For Fiona to embrace this physicality, to say that she
wanted
to feel his frustrations...Simon could only be too willing to follow through.

The slapping increased, the choking became harder, and Fiona only moaned and writhed the more. Unable to control himself any longer, Simon exploded, his cum thick and hot and gooey. Fiona slipped her mouth around the head of his cock after the first spurt got her in the face. Her cum-soaked hair and gorgeous face soon adored his cock with startling alacrity. She truly was made for this. Hayley moaned with her own orgasm as she saw her man cum. Her body spasmed against the door, and she was barely able to keep quiet, her sexy lithe body writhing in ecstasy in the hallway.

She'd give
anything
if he let her taste him again. She just loved him so much!

Maybe...maybe after they were married.

Simon’s breathing slowed, eventually. He stroked Fiona with true affection in his eyes, and slid her up on his lap once more.

“I’d like to show you the ring I got for her, if I may.”

“Oh, yes!” Fiona clapped her hands together. “Please, let me see!”

He brought out the stone, contained in a small little box. Hayley struggled to hold in her breath. She could see it clearly from the angle she was at, and it was
beautiful
!

“Oh, my...” said Fiona, a frown forming.

“You don’t approve?”

“I’m just...not sure. I don’t know if it would work for someone of her...
qualities
.”

Her voice had taken a rather acidic tone. At the same time, while she sat on one of Simon's massive legs, her hand had begun to stroke his still-wet and still-hard cock.

“How do you mean?” he asked.

He was too busy looking at the cum gathered around Fiona's breasts to properly appreciate how earnestly she stroked his cock.

“May I wear it?”

“Of course.”

Fiona slipped on the ring. Hayley felt fury, jealous and cruel, rising up inside of her.

“You see...when it’s on a finger like mine? A figure like mine? Do you see what I mean?”

“Yes,” he muttered slowly, watching her deeply.

“I’m just
so
perfectly gorgeous
all
the time. And it’s all
just
for your enjoyment.”

He stroked her hair, adoration in every movement. “I know.”

“And that brings me to my point. This lovely,
lovely
stone isn’t even quite good enough for someone like me, is it?” She smiled. “And so...for someone like your wife. That means that it’s a little
too
good, doesn’t it? A little too
glamorous
.” She paused, smiling. “Excuse me, Master. Your wife-to-be.”

“Hmm. I see your point.”

“Might I offer an alternative suggestion?”

She clicked on his computer just a few times. The page already bookmarked in his browser. It was some landmark ring in design and quality, layered with sapphires and rubies. The ring’s price could barely fit on the screen.

“Now, you see that? Isn’t that a
lovely
ring? That’s the sort of ring you
deserve
to give to someone. You’re such a strong, good man. You deserve to give the fanciest ring possible to a woman who
truly
deserves it.”

“Yes,” he said softly. His eyes lit up, seeing the page, and then his gaze drifted back over to Fiona and her work on his cock.

Fiona’s fingers were still slick from her saliva and his cum from the last load as they worked up and down Simon's incredible cock. Hayley was in disbelief that he was still so, so very hard. It made other thoughts hard to process—that cock was right there, and so fucking huge!

“Could you imagine what that would be like?” Fiona stroked dutifully, her eyes focused solely on the thick beauty of Simon's rod. “Giving a beautiful, gorgeous ring to someone who needed it? To someone who deserved it? A stone like that, it belongs in a museum, or on an earth-shatteringly gorgeous woman.”

Simon didn't have words any more. He was clearly too turned on to speak. He pushed Fiona down to the ground and ripped off her dress, exposing her beautiful tits.

In short order, he had taken both mountainous breasts and shoved his cock between their slick, sexy valley. He was so much
larger
than her. His cock reached her mouth, and she could suck him even as he fucked her big beautiful tits.

“Gonna fucking
ruin
you,” he grunted. “All this nasty talk. Trying to take me from Hayley. I'll teach you. Teach you right.”

Fiona moaned out in affirmation. She was happy to be subject to anything at all that Simon wanted.

Hayley’s own were too small to fuck. Simon couldn’t do it with her. This panicked her horribly. Her breaths came hard and fast, once more. The stress, the anxiety breaking through the pink cloud after seeing the horrible scene with the ring, with Fiona so
clearly
trying to replace her. There was no rationalization that could work. Fiona was trying to wreck their home!

“You have all her money,” Fiona moaned. “All that money. She just
gave
it to you because you’re
such
a hunk.”

“That's right,” said Simon. He slapped Fiona, and she moaned with pleasure. The pain on her cheek was exactly the same as a slow rub on her clit. “She has to do what I say. And so do you.”

Fiona nodded. “Yes, Master. Treat me however you want! Treat me like you
deserve
.”

Simon slapped her again, and Fiona moaned with even more pleasure, holding her tits together for his cock to keep fucking. Simon was getting ready to cum again already.

Hayley's world was spinning. She couldn't make sense of anything. Wheezing, she had to grab the inhaler again.

And...there.

All better.

Pink cloud, floating in. All anxieties, gone. All worries, dissipated.

Replace her? How would Simon replace her? How would Fiona? Hayley was like, banging cool. She couldn't be replaced.

So what if Simon was fucking another girl's tits and slapping her around a bit? That was super hot. He was such a fucking stud. He deserved to do whatever he wanted.

Moaning now, fingering her cunt furiously, she leaned forward against the door, pushing it open with her forehead. Simon must have seen her, but if he did, he did not care.

He did care about Fiona. She was gorgeous and deserved his attention. Groaning loud, huffing out every breath, he came, covering Fiona's face once more in the thick gooey strands of his load. Fiona giggled gleefully as she licked it up.

She pushed it all around on her huge tits, sliding the ring that was supposed to be Hayley’s through the thick, hot goo. It had been marked, the ring. Marked as Simon's. And Fiona had been marked at the same time.

Hayley knew that was supposed to mean
something
, that she ought to be like, worried or scared or
something
...but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out how it all fit together.

* * * * *

A
few weeks later, Simon still hadn’t proposed. Hayley clung to the hope that he would, and soon. She tried to drop hints, but mostly she just ended up giggling something stupid about white dresses.

“Aren’t like, white dresses fun and sexy?” she would say, trying to somehow consume food at dinner instead of drooling like a schoolgirl at every last movement of Simon's. “Like...shouldn’t like...I get one?”

He responded by buying her a cheap white minidress online. Fiona recommended it. It cost less than fifty dollars and was made of vinyl. She wore it, happily, hoping he would eventually make the association.

She would have bought her own dress, maybe, but Hayley had found out the hard way that she had no money anymore.

The incident occurred after a lot of introspection on Hayley's part, late on a Friday afternoon. Outside, the weather was turning cold at nights, and it rained regularly.

More and more, she had become sure that the inhaler she had was the problem. And not because she had painted it pink and put little silly happy faces on it. No, no that. It was the fact that every time she took a breath of it, she felt funny and placid and silly for hours at a time. And she took it several,
several
times an hour! That couldn’t be good, right?

And so, in a rather lucid moment, not taking her inhaler for more than an hour, she decided she would get on a plane and go see her sister. She started packing a suitcase. It was pink, fluffy, and looked like a giant rabbit's head.

There was a knock on the door. Simon. He must have knocked gently. If he did a proper knock, he would splinter the wood. They had to replace three bathroom doors in the past week.

He walked in, shaking his head slowly at her attempts at packing her things. He had on just a brief pair of shorts and a tiny white shirt. He didn't bother much with clothes, anymore. They got in Fiona's way.

She wore her vinyl white dress and a thick pair of clunky black heels. Her dress had fit perfectly when Simon bought it just a week ago, but already it was too tiny. Her ass had ballooned outward, becoming perfect for squeezing and touching. Her tits had grown more than two cup sizes, approaching nearly 48DDs. Her legs were long and bronze, even though Simon had not allowed her to step outside for weeks.
All
of her skin was bronzed, in fact, and toned. The only working out she did was fingering her cunt to the workout channel on television.