Our New Plaything Part 2

I’m sitting on the couch, tablet in hand, and reading the news. I’m trying to act casual, but on the inside, I’m feeling pretty anxious. I’m expecting someone at the door and they’re about an hour late already. I’m annoyed by her tardiness, but considering what I’m going to get out of the transaction I’m willing to be patient. There’s a knock at the door, and I practically jump from the couch. I speed walk to the door and, answer it.Outside the door, there is a young, petite, blond woman waiting for me to answer. She smiles at me trying to be friendly, but she seems a little shy. She’s wearing a tight little miniskirt and a white tank top. She isn’t dressed very professionally, but it doesn’t bother me. She won’t need her clothes soon anyway.”Hello, my name is Brandy. Sorry that I’m late, I had a hard time finding your house. Did you order a maid?””Yes I did, and we expect you to be on time from now on” I answered sternly. She looks a little concerned as if she doesn’t want to upset me. She also pauses at the word “we” as if confused by it, but doesn’t address it.”I’m very sorry, I’ll get to work right away. May I come in?””Yes, please” I answer sternly. I step aside from the door and she walks in past me. I gesture towards the living room, and she walks in without hesitation. Sitting on the coffee table are cleaning supplies, a duster, Yakacık Escort some Windex, etc. She instinctively reaches for the duster and walks to the mantle. She begins dusting it which immediately irritates me. She pauses, seeing the expression on my face.”Did I do something wrong?” she asks, seeming a little worried.”Aren’t you forgetting something?” I ask still sounding annoyed. She pauses again as if I’m asking her to do something she doesn’t want to do. “Like the fact that you work for a nude cleaning service?” She stands there fidgeting in place, and reluctant.”Do I have to clean nude?” she asks, begging me with her eyes. “I’ve been told that I do a good job…I’ll charge less.” She seems as if she hasn’t thought this job through.”Honey, we already paid online, and I paid good money for nude cleaning service and that’s what I’m going to get.” She pauses at the word “we” again, and this time decides to address it.”We”? she asks seeming confused.”Take your clothes off, or I’ll rip them off.” I wasn’t in the mood to explain, and this bitch was already late. She pauses once again but can tell how irritated I am. Slowly she starts to remove her tank top, letting it hit the floor. I’m pleased to find that she’s not wearing a bra. She covers her tits and looks at me embarrassed. “NO! Don’t cover anything! And Yakacık Escort Bayan I said take it all off.”Reaching for her miniskirt she slowly undoes it as well. Shaking her hips from side to side, she slowly slips out of it throwing it to the side. She goes to cover her tits, instinctively, but stops herself. She stands there, in her panties, nearly naked, and ashamed. Slowly, she slips out of her panties as well and is standing there, completely nude.After a brief moment, another woman walks into the room.”I see the new cleaning service is here.” She walks over to her and inspects her up and down. She walks circles around her looking at every inch of her body. “I like this one,” she purrs, still looking lustfully at the new maid.”I’m sorry; who are you?” Brandy asks a little confused. I step up behind her speaking in her ear to make a point. “That’s my wife, and you’ll speak to her with respect.””You let your husband watch nude maids clean your house?” She didn’t take my admonition seriously. I reach out, spanking her on the ass forcefully.”I said speak to her with respect!” She squeals, surprised by my touch, and turns to face me. My wife walks up behind her whispering in her ear.”Honey, it was my idea to call you. I love a cute, little blonde…” She turns again and looks her in the eyes, suddenly Escort Yakacık understanding. “Don’t you have some cleaning to do?””I’m very sorry, ma’am.” Nervously she picks up the duster, again, and goes to dust the mantle. Me and my wife both sit on the couch watching her.She starts to dust the mantle, and the movement forces her body back and forth. She has her back to us, and so the first thing we notice is her ass. It sways back and forth as she moves, and it’s immaculate. It’s thicker and curvier than I originally thought it was going to be when she walked in. I’m liking the view, but I want her in a better position. I glance towards the kitchen and the kitchen table in the center of it. There’s an open doorway leading into the kitchen, and you can see it from the living room. I take a bucket with some cleaning rags inside that’s sitting on the coffee table with the other supplies and throw it at her.”Fill this with water and soup, and clean under the kitchen table. Do it on all fours.” She pauses but picks up the bucket. She walks into the kitchen to fill the bucket.”You’re so bad,” my wife whispers in my ear.”Anything for you, baby.” We start to kiss on the couch, both of us clearly aroused. We hear water running in the kitchen, but we ignore it, still kissing. She comes back after about five minutes and sees us kissing. She looks uncertain and almost uncomfortable. Obeying my instruction, she gets under the table on all fours. She begins to scrub the floor with soap and water. I and my wife hear her and instinctively stop to watch her. Her ass is pointed right at us, and I couldn’t be happier.