David Crane: The family maid

She would never have participated in a gang bang or cluster fuck or menage a trois, of course-she was not a tramp, certainly not. But she thought she might be able to volunteer her services at hospitals, perhaps… or at a home for wayward boys.., or a prison, where thousands of randy men with gigantic pricks were sorely in need of a soft, wet, hot outlet into which they could pour their frustration and their scum. Yes!

She could even feel a bit smug about that, a bit charitable for lending her cunt free of charge to the needy.

Of course, Duke would not understand that. Being of the lower classes, Duke was more the sort to take charity than to give it and he might not like it if his girlfriend or wife did volunteer work.

But what Duke didn't know wouldn't hurt him…

But the thing was-Duke did know!

Duke had finally extricated himself from beneath the two randy women by blasting Amanda's cunt right off of his pecker with his ejaculation. He had come like Old Faithful, and the spurting geyser had lifted the girl's slender loins right up into the air. She flopped down beside him, cum bursting from her open cunt, and Duke had kicked with his feet, bringing his knees up and then shooting them out, and had managed to flip away from Claire's crotch, just as she went limp with the completion of her orgasm and washed his face with cunt juice as he slid away.

He got up, slowly, his knees weak. The two women were drained for the moment, and he saw he could make his escape. But he had no intention of fleeing the house; he wanted to find Dolly and inform her of the sordid situation in which she found herself. He was a bit suspicious, too, because of what the passionate patriarch had said about the new maid's ability to give head, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. He knew that Dolly was innocent and virginal and doubted she could have been seduced into cocksucking in a single day. He had been trying for a year, himself, and got not more than a handjob from the iron willed maiden..

Duke didn't realize that justification and rationalization and a call to duty could be more effective than seduction in the bending of a hot crotched maid.

Duke, naked as a skinned rabbit, wandered out of the study, turned left and came to the library right away.

Stunned by the scene, Duke wobbled right up to take a closer look. His dick rose up like a periscope, as if, with its solitary eye, it, too, wanted to see what was happening. Yes, there was no doubt about it. It was Dolly, all right, and she had a cock in her cunt and another cock in her mouth and she was fucking and sucking with rare abandon.

Dolly saw Duke out of the corner of her eye.

Who knows what thoughts flashed through her mind? What misgivings, doubts and self castigation? Duke stood with his fists on his hips and his dick out like a log, and Dolly gave him a shy look. She pulled her lips off the big cock, slurping; holding the cockhead against her soft cheek to keep it warm, she said, "Hello; Duke, darling. What on earth are you doing here?"

"Watching you fuck and suck," he rasped.

"Oh…ha ha… I can see why you'd make a mistake like that. What a suspicious fellow you are. Ha ha. I'm not fucking and sucking, darling. I'm cleaning house as a maid must."

"Huh?"

"These are household cocks," sir explained.

Duke squinted.

"Didn't you know that? A maid has to clean the household cocks just as she polishes the silver… has to make them clean as a whistle; it's part of the job."

"She's quite right, dear fellow," said Jonathon, slamming his cock up the maid's cunt.

Duke scratched his head.

Dolly played her trump card. She smiled at him-the smile a bit crooked because of the big cockhead pressing into her cheek-and said, "I'm still a virgin, Duke. I'm using my cunt just as I would a mop… I'm not drooling on this pecker.

I'm just spitting on it to get a nice shine. Yes, I'm still virginal… but I'm ready to let you fuck me, darling!"

Duke wasn't about to pass up an offer like that, no matter how suspicious the circumstances. He bounced around, looking for a hole.

"Just let me finish up here and then you can have me, Duke," the maid said; "You can have my cherry.

She slipped her mouth onto the cockhead again; she began to polish like a demon.

Jonathon blew a gout of spunk up her cunt, gasping, and fell away with his cock and balls cleaned.

Jonathon's father spilled his hot load into Dolly's mouth; she gulped it down, gasping and gurgling, and sucked and tongued until his pecker was sparkling.

Then she held her arms out to Duke, her legs opening.

Duke mounted her. He slapped his big prong up her pussy.

Dolly began to shudder in what she insisted on believing was her first ever fuck. And Duke, now that he finally had his cock buried up her slippery cunt, didn't really care about the semantics of the act as he screwed her with vigor and came like a stick of dynamite, with the Wintergreen gentlemen clapping and crying, "Bravo!"

They hired Duke as a full time ash hauler and all was well. It was a nice job of one upmanship, and all the other filthy rich families rushed right out and hired louts to carry the ashes from their fireplaces, but the Wintergreens had hired the first ash hauler and could afford to be smug about it when everyone else followed suit.

Duke lived in, with Dolly, and they made a great team. Duke couldn't blame her for polishing the family jewels, and she couldn't blame Duke for hauling the ashes when those carnal fireplaces needed to be tended. They each had their duties in the line of work and they had each other for love and if, sometimes, the two separate things seemed to merge together in a tangle of arms and legs, who could cast the first stone?

In service together, they did very well.