Lady Marie: A tall young woman with striking red hair that she typically keeps tied back with a bow. Wears a striking purple dress with black trim, as well as voluminous sleeves, and a low neckline that draws attention to her large cleavage. Her piercing blue eyes are no less enchanting, and she conducts herself in a commanding and alluring manner. She openly teases her maids, but nobody knows the true extent of it behind closed doors.

Maid Cecil: A mature woman of average build, who keeps her dark brunette hair in a neat bun while working. Her eyes are almost the same shade, and appear very kind on her squarish face. She wears a quite modest uniform, aside from the lacy panties and garter mandated by her new employer. She is tasked with cooking as well as personal care, and is an exceptional employee. If she ever makes a mistake, she is sure to apologize immediately.

Maid Ciara: A short young woman with long, bright blonde hair kept in two pigtails for neatness’ sake, though she still manages to look unkempt with her short-sleeved, thin uniform that draws eyes to her enormous breasts. Her eyes are a dull blue, set large in her smallish face. She has been hired as a cleaner, but is more than a little lazy. She has taken to slacking off and watching her Mistress instead, thinking this has gone unnoticed.

Marie sat on the edge of her bed, gazing out the window. She was too preoccupied to enjoy the view of the garden beyond. She dug her nails into the wooden bed frame and kicked against its legs, until the sound of heels clacking against the floor entered her ears.
She let a sigh pass between her gritted teeth, and turned around to face the open door leading into the hall. Hearing her sigh, the person in the hall stopped in the doorway, looking in at Marie as she stood and curled a finger in a beckoning motion.
“Apologies, Mistress. I came up to fetch some things from the pantry. Dinner will be ready soon. Now, if you will excuse me….” The maid said. She smiled, and made a curtsy.
“Ah, Cecil. Come here, please.” Marie said. She licked her lips and put a finger to the corner of her mouth as Cecil curtsied.
“Of course, Mistress. What do you require of me?” Cecil said, missing the obscene gesture as she closed her eyes while she bowed.
“Come fetch that bottle, will you?” Marie asked, pointing to a crystal flask sitting on a shelf above the bed. Cecil walked into the room, and stepped onto the bed to reach it. As she knelt atop the sheets and extended an arm towards the bottle, Marie crept up behind her. She giggled, causing Cecil to freeze with her hand still suspended in front of the shelf.
“M-m-mistress, w-w-what is it!?” Cecil asked, voice quivering as warm fingers slid under her skirt. Her legs started to shake as the palm of the hand came over her barely covered buttocks. While she was wavering, fingers hooked into her garter panties and pulled them down her legs, causing her to drop to her knees and elbows.
“Cecil, I cannot wait for dinner. I think I’ll take an appetizer right now.” Marie said. She shimmied Cecil’s panties and stockings past her knees, and then yanked them away.
“Yes, Mistress.” Cecil replied. She squeezed her eyes shut and put her cheek to her hands as Marie teased her pussy, running a finger along the lips until juice dripped down her naked legs and up Marie’s arm.
“Hehe, are you enjoying this? Your wetness sure seems to be telling me so.” Marie said while inserting fingers one by one. Aided by the natural lubrication flowing free, she worked three fingers inside Cecil, overcoming nervous tightness with finesse. Behind her head, Cecil could hear fabric sliding past skin. She turned her face and opened one eye to see Marie lifting up her own skirt, revealing a partial erection in her bloomers. “Cecil, get up, and then kneel properly. It’s time to service your Mistress.”
Cecil said nothing while she struggled to pick herself up off the bed, her secretions soaking into the sheets and leaving a visible stain. She stood, her legs quaking still as she turned around and knelt down in front of Marie.
Marie pulled her bloomers down, letting her dick spring up as they fell to the floor. She smirked down at Cecil kneeling before her, and, fingers still coated with love juices, curled her hand in a coaxing motion.
“Go ahead. Show some appreciation for your Mistress.” She said.
Cecil nodded. Staring down her Mistress’ twitching dick, her face filled up with flush. Pushing past her hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around the half-flaccid member, and grazed them along its length until it stood up with excitement.
“Come on, I expect a far better service than this.” Marie said, exasperated. “If you can’t fulfil your duty as a maid properly, I’ll have to find another use for you. Why don’t you make yourself useful and try using your mouth, while I think of what to do with you?”
“As you wish, Mistress.” Cecil said. She stuck out her tongue and put it to the tip of Marie’s dick, working around it in slow and deliberate circles. She struggled to keep her own crimson embarrassment from climbing up her face. She aimed to please her Mistress while maintaining some semblance of professionalism, or perhaps merely her own dignity.
“Haha, I had no idea you were so experienced. Unless….” Marie said, lifting her skirt up higher to get a better view as Cecil twined her tongue around the dick. “Maybe, you’re just really trying hard to please me.” She leaned in and looked straight into Cecil’s eyes.
“Of course, as a dutiful maid should.” Cecil replied, hot breath tickling her Mistress’ dick as pulled away for a moment to speak.
“Are you sure it’s not more? You’re awfully enthused, at least it sure looks like it from here, and....” Marie started to instigate, but was interrupted as Cecil stuck her head onto her dick again, opening wide and taking it in halfway with one gulp. Marie gasped, and gripped the hem of her dress with both hands while Cecil put both of her hands on Marie and started to suck with more force.
Cecil kept slurping at Marie’s dick, head under her skirt and both hands on the base of her shaft. Marie merely stood and shook with pleasure, putting a hand on Cecil’s head for support as the maid leaned in and took her cock up to the base. Marie moaned, managing a few words as blush and drool ran over her face in equal measure.
“Hmmm?” Cecil murmured through a mouthful of cock.
“Cecil, stop, I’m going to --!” Marie shouted. Cecil paused and unsealed her lips from Marie’s dick with a loud pop, as spit and precum spilled out and covered her chin. As soon as she took her mouth off, it twitched and swelled towards her. She was nearly knocked to the floor as it doubled in size within a second, smashing into her face and leaving a streak of shining fluid as it continued to grow, becoming almost as large as its owner before Cecil could pick herself up.
“Huh!?” Cecil gasped as Marie laughed, the maid scrambling to right herself as she took in the sheer size of the dick she’d been blowing a moment ago.
	“I think I’m ready for dinner now, Cecil. Come up onto the bed, will you?” She said, putting her hands up over her mouth as her skirt was held up by the stiff cock poking up nearly to the ceiling. Cecil stood and clambered up as ordered, legs hanging off the end of the bed and clenched together in anticipation. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Marie suppressed a snicker, containing it in the hands clasped over her mouth. She grabbed her huge twitching dick and levelled it towards Cecil as she lay prone on her back.
“Oooh, Mistress, what are you -- augh!” Cecil screamed as her eyes flew open to see Marie had already fed her feet into the dick. She tried to pull out her legs, but the precum gushing out and running up her naked legs made them so slick that they slid back in with only the slightest thrust of Marie’s hips. “Mistress, I’ll fetch dinner right away, if you would be so kind as to grant me a second chance!” She clutched her skirt and gulped.
“No, I think I’ll take you instead, and have Ciara clean up the mess once I’m done.” Marie said. She walked forward, slurping up Cecil’s calves into her dick and lifting it up to let her precum-soaked thighs fall in too.
“Please, if you cannot forgive me, at least spare Ciara….” Cecil muttered, as she put her hands on either side of the glans in an attempt to halt her fall into the balls below.
“That lazy maid has got it coming, after I’m done with you.” Marie replied, letting out a loud laugh that echoed down the hall, where unbeknownst to her, the maid had just entered the floor with mop and bucket in hand, beginning her last pass of cleaning for the night. She stopped as she heard her Mistress’ laugh, and the shouts of her fellow maid, coming from down the hall.
“What?” Ciara wondered, her voice swallowed up by the other two up the hall.
She put down her mop and bucket, and crept over to the doorway the sounds were spilling from. Inside, she saw Marie standing beside her bed, cradling her enormous cock.
“Ehhh!?” She shouted at seeing a large shape squirming within her Mistress’ dick.
	“Oh, you’re here, Ciara? Good, come here.” Marie opened her eyes, she had shut them as she was enjoying the feeling of Cecil sliding into her cock. She looked at the confused Ciara, and beckoned her over.
“Ehe, do you need me to clean this up, Mistress?” Ciara joked with a nervous laugh. She stepped into the room, her eyes darting back and forth between the mess left on the bed and the giant cock pulsing before her. She walked closer to take a look at it. “Unless, you require my services for something more immediate?” She reached out toward it.
“Yes Ciara, I’d like that very much.” Marie said as the maid approached, her hand mere inches away from the twitching member. Ciara laid a hand on the shaft and rubbed the uneven surface, feeling the shape moving beneath it. Marie slid her hands down her shaft, letting them rest of the way on her nutsack. Ciara nodded, and threw herself onto her Mistress’ dick, wrapping both her arms around it and pressing her cheek to its warm surface. Marie sighed, and let her mouth hang open as Ciara hugged and rubbed her cock.
“Hehe, thank you Mistress. I’ve always wanted to do this….” Ciara said, giving the dick a hug and stroking up and down its length with the entirety of her arms.
“If you had only told me much sooner, we could have --” Marie began, before she was interrupted by Cecil’s struggles redoubling, as she reached back out of her dick with one arm. She shuddered as Cecil’s movements sent waves of pleasure up her whole body. Moans, gasps, and drool escaped from her open mouth to make away for the warm bliss filling her up, as her two maids stimulated her sensitive member inside and out.
“Woah, wait! Mistress, is this...?” Ciara thought out loud. Using her hands, she inspected the shape wriggling beneath the surface. She looked past Marie’s dick to her face, twisted into an orgasmic expression. “Um, Mistress, I thought I heard Cecil up here earlier. Is this...?” Ciara pointed at the person-sized protrusion shifting just under the skin, trying to break free. She followed it up with her eyes, settling on the hand sticking out of the tip. The hand, slicked as it was from all of the precum gushing out the tip, found little purchase as it attempted to grasp onto something, and avoid falling back into the shaft.
“Ciara, is that you!?” A muffled voice managed to get through the lubricated tube.
“Cecil?” She replied, feeling at her fellow maid some more to be sure.
“Yes, it sure is. Why don’t you help Cecil get comfortable in her new position? It would please your Mistress very much.” Marie said.
“Of course.” Ciara said. She nodded, and resumed groping at Cecil through Marie’s dick. Now that she was sure of what she was stroking, a grin crept up her face as she felt up the entrapped maid’s tits and ass. She dug her fingers into the skin of her Mistress’ dick, massaging the massive organ and finding all the crevices of Cecil’s body inside.
“Mmm, having my maids tend to me inside and out, it feels so good.” Marie said.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this, Mistress.” Ciara said, giggling as she felt Cecil’s shivers through the sheath of meat separating them. She put one hand on Cecil’s head while still fondling her breasts with the other, and straddled Marie’s dick by pressing her knees to either side.
“Yes Ciara, keep going….” Marie said, gripping the hem of her dress tight as Ciara ran her hands along Cecil’s squirming shape. Ciara leaned in, and chanced a small lick at the thick shaft. Marie grunted in encouragement, letting her eyes roll back and her tongue loll out while Ciara worked.
As Ciara’s teasing wore on Cecil's ability to struggle, and lost in lust, she started to slip down the shaft. The stimulation made Marie’s dick gush more and more precum up and out the tip. The slimy coating on the inside of the shaft stopped her from climbing back up as she slipped, hapless, down into the bulging balls below.
“Noooo….” Cecil’s ineffectual moan rose up from the depths of Marie’s nutsack as slid inside, only regaining some of the sense lost in a haze of lust as she nearly sunk into the spunk occupying the space.
Ciara gave a brief look of concern down to Marie’s sack as it grew to accommodate its guest. She ceased fondling and ducking on the shaft for a moment as it shrunk down a bit, now empty of its previous occupant. With her only way out closing behind her, Cecil began to thrash within the vat of hot cum, kicking and twisting around in the cramped space. Ciara saw her struggles only as bubbles roiling on the surface of Marie’s stuffed sack, rising and sinking as the panicked prisoner tried to keep from being submerged.
“Ooo, Cecil, Ciara -- augh!” Marie cried as her cock bucked, throwing Ciara off.
“Oh?” Ciara cooed, backing off as cum welled at the tip of her Mistress’ dick.
Marie let out a loud gasp as she released her load onto the wall, spraying semen across the window in a powerful stream. It splashed off the window and onto the floor, leaving Ciara stunned as she watched it pour out without end. Eventually, Marie ran dry. Her knees buckled, and she almost fell to her knees while her cock went soft, and shrunk down to a more manageable size alongside her sack. Cecil was nowhere to be seen after the flow from Marie’s dick ceased, and besides Marie’s soft panting and the soft splash of cum dripping down the window, the room was silent.
“Mistress, is Cecil...?” Ciara questioned, looking at the stain that was oozing onto the floor. Marie nodded, still out of breath after the exertion of dumping out the giant load.
“Mhm, and unless you’d like to join Cecil in her duties and feed me yourself, you can do your duties and clean up....” Marie managed to slur out after recovering some of her sense.
“Oh, that’s it? Of course, Mistress!” Ciara said. “Just let me get my supplies, I think I left them in the hall.” She turned around, hiding a smile as she wiped the cum from her lip.
“No, Ciara, stay!” Marie interrupted as she started to walk toward the door. “I didn’t finish. You can clean up… by bending over, and letting me empty the rest of her into you!”
“Whatever you wish, Mistress.” Ciara replied, giving a short curtsy and then walking over to the window. She turned away, and leaned onto the window with her hands on the cum-coated glass. Marie lurched over, grabbing Ciara’s ass and ripping her panties down. She tossed them at Cecil’s discarded and jizz-soaked undergarments.
“Well, don’t worry about the room, I’ll have it taken care of.” Marie said while grabbing onto Ciara’s breasts and mounting her. She fumbled around to guide her cock into Ciara with the fog of post-ejaculation exhaustion still over her mind. Though still half-soft, she was able to penetrate, and start humping with renewed vigor.
“Heh, I’ll do it later, augh!” Ciara cried in sublime enjoyment as Cecil’s ragged breaths hit her neck with every clumsy thrust. Ciara arched her back as her Mistress gripped tight on her chest and rear, using them as handholds to help keep a steady pace.
“No need~!” Marie shouted as she smacked her hips into Ciara with a final thrust, emptying her nuts. She squeezed Ciara’s waist, both of their bodies tensing as her dick drained the remains of one maid into another.
“Aaa, Mistress, it’s too much! I’m going to burst!” Ciara mewled as Marie filled her.
Unheedful of Ciara's cry, Marie held on tight until her balls were completely empty.
“Hah, Ciara, you really took it all! But I still… have one more thing I need you to do for me.” Marie said as she dismounted Ciara and then collapsed backwards onto the bed.
“Huh? What is it, Mistress?” Ciara asked, while crumpling face-first against the cum-covered window.
“Feed yourself to me. I’m too tired, so just work me up again and climb in.” Marie commanded. She reclined atop the bed, resting her head on a pillow and splaying her legs.
“Oh, yes. Right.” Ciara said, forcing a chuckle. She turned back around and saw the devious sneer on Marie’s face. Her cum-drunk Mistress put a hand on her thigh and ran it up to her dick, somehow still half-hard after two back-to-back orgasms. Clearly, she was ready for round three already.
“I won’t ask twice. Come here.” Marie said, less sweet and more stern than before. Even through her slurred voice, Ciara could divine her firm intention. This was not a jest.
“Yes, Mistress…..” She replied, staring into the still-hungry dick of her Mistress.
Ciara walked up, and climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Marie’s cock on all fours. She dropped to her elbows and jerked Marie off with both hands, bringing her back up to full mast in a matter of seconds. Her dick sprung up, and almost hit the ceiling. Ciara was forced to back off to make room, and fell flat on her butt atop the bed, looking up at the towering cock.
“Good. Now, get in.” Marie cooed, putting her hands behind her head and relaxing on a puffy pillow. Cecil stood, and stared down into the deep pit she helped Cecil through only minutes ago. It was spanned wide open by Marie’s sheer anticipation, and Ciara could stick her entire arm inside without effort. Marie shivered with delight, and began salivating again as she let her tongue hang out of her mouth. Encouraged by her Mistress’ reaction, Ciara started to climb in even as she struggled to stand up straight on the soft mattress.
“Woah, Mistress, I think I might -- aaah!” Ciara shouted as she fell headfirst into Marie’s cock, her descent stopped only by her skirt and hips catching on the bellend.
Marie shot up with surprise as Ciara flew halfway down her dick in an instant. Ciara kicked her legs into the ceiling and twisted around in confusion, and Cecil put both hands on her cock to steady herself as she slid off the bed and onto her feet. She found Ciara’s face through her shaft, and touched it with one hand as she gave her a reprimand.
“Ciara, I knew you were eager, but you ought to have told me before just jumping in!” Marie huffed. She leaned against a wall to avoid falling over as Ciara fell inside up to her ankles, head and torso descending into the balls and stretching them out with their sudden arrival. Giving Ciara’s shoes a small push once they alone stuck out the head of her cock, Marie sent the rest of the maid tumbling down. She sighed as Ciara plumetted.
“Consider this your reassignment. I did like you, but you were always far more concerned with watching me while you thought I couldn’t notice, than getting your job done. I think you’re much better suited to helping by pleasuring me like this.” She said as she turned around and fell back onto the bed. “I must say, all this exertion has tuckered me out. Goodnight, Ciara. Oh, and truly, do not fret about the mess. I will have a new crew clean it up.” Ciara made no response, and even if she did, it was doubtful that it would be heard from her prison of flesh, filling up with fresh seed made from her own body.
Instead, she curled up and relaxed in the warm cum bath, growing drowsy as it ate away at her sensation and replaced it with pleasant numbness. Marie, suffused with a warm tingling as well, fell asleep cradling Ciara in her most private of places.
Marie woke the next morning to find her nuts settled back into their resting size, and their contents spilled out over her sheets, apparently in the middle of the night as she slept. She ground as she sat up and looked at the mess left behind by last evening’s fun, and groaned as she saw that it had dried up and that there was nobody to clean it up.
“I guess I’ll have to hire some new maids, and figure out breakfast myself in the meantime. Third pair I’ve gone through this month!” Marie exclaimed.

The End