Tessa lets Seth use Amy
Seth crept up behind his wife Tessa. She was standing at her desk in their home office, engrossed in a spreadsheet and didn't notice his approach. He slid his hands onto her hips, bringing his lips close to her ear. "Hey, beautiful."
She gasped, jumping slightly. "Hi, love. I didn't hear you come in. What time is it?"
"Just past four. Why are you still dressed up? You weren't wearing this outfit when I left for work."
She sighed, taking paper off the printer and placing it in her valise. "I have to make a morning presentation to the Seoul office."
"Isn't it morning there now?"
"Yeah," she replied, "I'm conferencing in with my staff from our office in an hour." She walked with him back through the house. "It looks like it's going to be an all-day thing. Well," she corrected herself, "all-night here. I probably won't be back before you leave for work tomorrow."
"I understand," he nodded, but she could hear the disappointment in his voice.
She took his hand and squeezed it. "You'll get some tomorrow night. Don't worry. You know how horny these long-distance calls make me."
"You've got the whole day before then." he objected. "I want you now."
"I know," she smiled. "but I'm heading out the door. What if I provided... alternative entertainment?"
He grinned, his mind already filling with images of his beautiful wife. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well," she grinned, "how about a surrogate?" She watched the question form on his features before calling, "Amy!"
Their housekeeper entered the room. "Yes, Mistress?" She wasn't dressed in her normal conservative housekeeper uniform. In its place was something much more daring. While still a maid's uniform, it showed much more skin. The short black dress left most of her chest and upper stomach exposed. The skirt was short enough that the hem just covered her crotch and bottom. The fabric was thin enough to show that she was not wearing underwear, and the skirt was loose enough that, if she moved the wrong way, it would reveal everything.
Seth looked at his wife, "Are you serious?"
"Oh, absolutely. You know she's been much more compliant lately. You'd be doing her a favor."
Amy, for her part, had assumed her regular stance when in the presence of Master and Mistress and awaiting instructions: standing straight, hand folded in front of her, expression blank and staring ahead. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks, and hoped it didn't show. She was so nervous, and not a small bit excited, knowing that she was being offered to Seth.
Seth studied his wife's face. He could tell she was serious and knew she wasn't the type to lay a trap. "Okay," he accepted.
Tessa gave him a quick kiss. "I'm off. Have fun, dear. And don't break your new toy. At least, not too much." And she stepped out.
Amy's heart raced as she watched Tessa walk out. She had no idea this was going to happen. She had never been allowed to touch either of her owners before, and had certainly never been with Seth. They had been best friends in school, something Tessa was well aware of.
But things had changed since she came to work for the couple. An odd magic had settled over their relationship with her. It was as if she was being locked into the role of servant. At times, it seemed as if they forgot she was a person and not just an obedient feature of the house. Worse, sometimes she forgot it as well.
For example, the first couple weeks she had been employed, they had her completely naked as she cleaned the house. She was also expected to keep herself waxed, something which she found humiliating, but was not opposed to. The dinner parties they held during that time had been big hits.
The waxing had also had a special significance. Tessa was aware that the witch coven Amy's mother ran followed a discipline in which rituals were conducted in the nude, and the amount of hair kept on the pussy denoted rank and power. Amy's bare pubis was a mark of her subservience, a fact which Tessa seemed to find especially amusing. Amy's mother, however, had not been amused, and stated she would not be able to assist her daughter until her circumstances changed.
Amy had thought of quitting more than once. However, the magic around the situation seemed to prevent her. The longer she stayed, the more it felt like the proper thing to do. The more she tried to resist, the more it felt like she was doing something wrong.
"Have you started dinner, yet?" Seth asked.
"Better hop to it, then," he said as he turned back to the living room. "I don't need anything fancy, but you will have it ready at six o'clock."
"Yes, Master," she replied and went to the kitchen.
The problem with preparing a meal is that it's not a particularly difficult task. Once she had everything prepared, there was little else for her to do. It was still twenty minutes 'til six. She decided to busy herself in the living room.
Seth was reading when Amy came in. She began wiping down the furniture.
"Dinner?" Seth asked, not looking up from his book.
"It is ready, Master. I can serve it now, if you prefer not to wait."
"No no," he muttered, still apparently engrossed in his reading, "I can wait. Continue you duties."
Amy smiled, and returned to her dusting. It was the first time anyone had ever called her duties "duties." She had been treated as if she were a machine, programmed to follow instructions, and was not supposed to understand the concept of duty.
As bent over an end table, she sensed Seth move behind her. His hands grabbed hips. He pressed against her, and she felt the hardness of his cock through his pants and her skirt.
She had known him a long time. They had been close friends, and had even dated for a while. She began to straighten so as to lean back into him.
His voice was gentle but firm, "I didn't tell you to stop your work," as he flipped the skirt up out of the way.
She blushed, embarrassed, and quickly finished the end table and moved to another one. He pressed his erection against her again. Her hands were shaking as she began cleaning.
His hands slid up her thighs to cup her ass. He moved the head of his penis to touch her slit. Amy closed her eyes and moaned softly. She pushed back gently. Seth moved back as well.
Amy sighed, and resumed her work. His fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt and ran up her bare skin to her waist, then back down to the tops of her legs. She had just about finished the table she was on when he pushed into her.
She gasped and her hand gripped the edge of the table. Her breathing was quick and shallow. Seth held himself there, just an inch or so inside her, his cock stretching her vagina. His fingers traced around the edges of the elastic, pulling at the sides of the material.
Then he started moving in and out with a slow, steady rhythm. His fingers traced the hem of the skirt back to her hips, then under her belly to the top of her cleft. Amy's legs spread further apart.
She could feel him push into her, the hard length of his shaft moving deeper and deeper. "Master," she sighed.
"No more talking," Seth's voice was firm and smooth. "You can use your voice, just not for words."
She groaned as his fingers slid up her wetness. They brushed her clit, making her gasp. He was all the way in her, the base of his cock pressing against her mound.
Amy couldn't believe this was happening. She had always admired Seth. He was smart and sweet, and always willing to lend a helping hand. She had been the one to ask Tessa if he would hire her, thinking that if nothing else, it would give them a chance to hang out more often.
But things hadn't worked out quite like she'd hoped. Tessa's control over her was growing stronger, and she was being pushed more and more into the role of a servant.
He began thrusting faster, and her mind became more and more clouded. 'Wait!' another thought struck, returning clarity. 'He's going to cum inside me! No!' She tried to protest, but all that came out of her mouth was, "NgggGGGGnnn!"
"Shhh," Seth hushed her. "Quiet now."
And she couldn't object. Her willpower was draining. He was moving in her faster and faster, his balls slapping against her. Then, she felt him coming. The hot spurts splashing into her made her cry out, although no sound came. She fell to her elbows, panting, her knees weak.
He pulled out of her and let her skirt fall.
"Finish cleaning," he ordered.
As she began to pick herself up, she felt Seth tap her shoulder. As she met his eye, he pointed at his softening member. "This first."
Amy flushed with embarrassment. He wasn't going to let her clean herself up first. She knelt before him and took his flaccid penis into her mouth. It was wet and sticky, and tasted like her own juices. She began lapping at it.
Seth sat down on the couch and continued reading his book, ignoring her.
'Well,' Amy thought, 'at least I can clean myself a little bit.'
Just then, the clock struck six. Seth put his book down and stood up, taking his member from her mouth. "Dinner," he said, pulling his pants up and walking to the kitchen.
"Yes, Master," Amy said, trying to regain her composure.