This continued every day for a few weeks, finding out that they were actually husband and wife and I was their new play toy. I didn’t mind as was having more sex and orgasm’s than I had ever had. We were now on first name terms obviously as we had been fucking for weeks although I had to call them Sir or Mrs James in company.
It was then announced that I was invited to their country house as holding a dinner party for prestigious friends and business guests. I was asked if I would mind serving drinks. I had never been to a country house before, so agreed.
I arrived punctually in my smart evening dress and heels and was greeted by Miranda (Mrs James).
“Oh you look lovely dear” she said and told me “but we have something for you to change into upstairs as we have a dress code at our parties”.
“I should of known” was my reply with a giggle.
She led me upstairs as I stared at her bum wiggling in her tight dress thinking ‘I had my hands on that earlier today spreading her wide open’
She led me into a magnificent bedroom and on the bed was a uniform. There on the bed was a maid’s outfit, stockings and black heels. I should have guessed.
“Only wear what is on the bed but quickly as guests will be arriving soon. Also be careful of Mr Baker” she stated, followed by “you were wonderful today but that was just the start, now come to the dining hall when you have changed” grinning she left.
I duly changed thinking fuck my boobs won’t stay in this as they were pushed right up and the skirt only just covered my stocking tops, then realising there were no panties. I looked in the mirror and felt moist with anticipation and wonder.
I proceeded to the dining hall to find my boss and Miranda having drinks with another couple along with a girl dressed in the same attire as myself. My boss was walking around her studying the detail very closely and stroking her legs and squeezing her bum.
Finally back in the room he said “ Ahhh Jenny, come in, what do you think George?”
George got off the sofa and gave me the same inspection, walking around me and stopping face to face. With a drink in one hand he used his finger to pull the elastic on my top out and peered down at my boobs “very nice, what size Jenny?” he asked. “34ff, I told you that George” my boss responded. Fuck they had been discussing me all along.
George grinned and winked at me then asked me “are you dressed exactly as instructed?” I looked quizzicaly at him which he obviously took as he should check, as his hand went up under my skirt and found my moist pussy instantly, his fingers probing me. ”And smooth” he sneered.
“That’s enough of a preview George, the others will be here soon and the girls have work to do” my boss stated. “Yes they have lots to do” replied George, with a wink.
We were taken to the kitchen and shown the drinks and glasses.
We returned with trays of glasses to find the entrance hall full of people, about 15 couples and a few single guys, along with another girl dressed as we were. She was being ridiculed for being late and wearing panties. She looked so flustered.
A bell rang and the guests moved to their seats in the dining hall.
The other girls were serving food whereas my job was to keep the glasses filled. I hated to think how many hands went up my skirt during the meal.
The courses were served and during the main course as I was refilling Mr Baker’s glass he pulled onto his lap, he took his glass and trickled wine over my boobs and cleavage. Watching, every drop run down into my dress. “Oh dear, I am sorry Jenny” he said. My top started to turn transparent and the cold wine made my nipples harden. He just sat staring , until saying “you shouldn’t wear wet clothes” with that stretching the elastic neck line slipped it down my shoulders to my waist. My boobs sprang out on display for everyone to see. He squeezed my boobs as I refilled his glass, my face reddening with the situation and the spectators watching everything.
“Awwww she is blushing” said a man across the table. “That’s not all that is going to redden” Baker retorted.
Desert was served and I proceeded to fill glasses with my tits swinging freely on display. I rounded the table to find a 60 ish woman holding her husband’s cock and the single man’s next to her. She was slowly wanking them both hard. The single man’s was about 10 inches long. She grinned, saying lovely isn’t it?” George then replied “the single men are for the wives pleasure only Georgia”. She ignored him and put her mouth right down over it, moaning as she sucked away. Her husband’s hand was up the skirt of the girl who was late. Her eyes widening and face wincing s he bent her onto the table. As I approached, he turned his attention and in an instant he was fingering my pussy and bum also.
Baker rose to his feet grabbing my wrist threatening “Jenny is mine first Tim, you remember our business deal” I was led away so quickly with fingers still inside me it stung as they withdrew. I was pulled upstairs and led into an upstairs room.
“George tells me you are very good, so kneel and show me. But first let’s put these on” he ordered. He handcuffed my hands behind my back. I kneeled as he unzipped his trousers and got his cock out. I sucked him as requested listening to his moans as he pushed deeper into my mouth almost making me gag.
He then said “I want more than just a blow job Jenny, I want all of you”. He raised me to my feet and removed the cuffs. I was led to what looked like a large cross. My legs were spread and ankles strapped in as were my wrists. He tried to force his tongue into my mouth. “no, I don’t do kissing” I almost shouted. He stood back in shock at the comment, anger rising. Raised his hand and slapped my boob. It stung so much but actually felt nice in a strange way. He continued as my boobs swayed, reddened and nipples hardened with each slap.
“That’s enough” came a voice. It was Miranda. Thank fuck for that, I thought, she has come to save me. She entered saying “she is our play thing so a little respect please”. Following up with “I had better stay and observe”
Not quite being saved after all I thought as she removed her dress and sat on the sofa as Baker approached me. I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy as he started to find his way in. With a quick trust he was inside me moving rythumically . Miranda had her hand down her knickers and between her legs watching the performance.
Baker then whispered in my ear “I know George has had you today so we are going to flush him out” Not sure what he meant I started to wonder when he stopped inside me. Looking into my eyes and grinning, I felt the first trickle and then warm gush as realised he was pissing inside me. The dirty bastard I thought as I felt the warmth and swelling inside, the only way out was plugged with his cock. Miranda’s hand was a frenzy inside her knickers, she knew what he was doing when she orgasmed.
He withdrew and everything emptied from me all down my legs and stockings, soaking me. Miranda approached saying “Mr Baker will want something else from you so just relax and let him have his fun” when I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my bum, spreading me. It hurt, but once inside felt so good as he pressed home holding my hips. To Miranda, Baker said “make the little bitch cum” Her fingers found my clit where she pressed, rubbed and squeezed.
Oh my god, I felt myself start to gush for the first time in my life. Baker was pounding into my ass and Miranda was flicking my clit whilst kissing him. I felt him harden and pump his cum inside my ass.
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