Previously: Mr. Gardner has accepted the offer of "other duties as assigned," and Ms. Suze has just requested his help with an evening event...

On Friday I rode up on my Honda, my cock already half-hard. A woman I had not met before but had seen around the house greeted me with a genuine and sunny smile. 

"Hi! Mr. Gardner, I believe," she said, "I finally get to meet you." Her voice was low and sultry, her smile was infectious and I liked her instantly. She took my hand in hers and held onto it for a beat longer than I expected. "You can call me Ms. Keeper." She laughed, "That's short for Ms. Housekeeper." Ms. "Keeper" was short whereas Ms. Suze was tall, and blonde whereas Ms. Suze was dark but equally well-toned. She had bright blue eyes and put her shiny blonde hair in a ponytail. She wore a short dark blue skirt and a thin, tight white polo shirt tucked in. Her breasts seemed large on her because of her smaller stature. Comfortable sneakers completed her attire. 

I asked her how long she'd been working here, and she said she had started working at the house a few months before me. Ms. Keeper smiled at me again and led the way through the house, and I became lost again. How many rooms does this place have, I wondered to myself. We finally emerged out the back to an area I knew well, a small swimming pool surrounded by lush vegetation and a well-stocked patio. Looking up at me with her big blue eyes, Ms. Keeper filled me in on the evening plans. 

Apparently, the house was hosting a small bachelor party. Ms. Keeper was in charge of overseeing the help and the food and drinks. I was to keep the music going, help Ms. Keeper with whatever needed doing, and be on hand for Ms. Suze if she needed extra help as well. 

"Um, what about Mr. Nick?" I inquired, attempting an innocent question. Ms. Keeper arched an eyebrow, paused, and then said that he would not be attending the party in person. I detected something in her voice and asked, "Not attending?" Ms. Keeper just smiled and said again, "Not attending in person," and she turned her attention back to preparations. This left me wondering again about Mr. Nick and Ms. Suze. 

Soon a group of five men in their late twenties and early thirties arrived, shown in by two women in maid's outfits. Ah, the 'help', I noticed. I had not seen them before. Ms. Keeper introduced us, and I learned that they were the indoor housekeeping crew, supervised by Ms. Keeper. She told me their names, but honestly, I soon forgot and just nicknamed them Kinky and Slinky in my mind. I’d need to make a point of asking their names again later, but for now, Kinky and Slinky were it. 

Kinky was young, of medium build and height, blonde hair cut short and cute, with small pert breasts and lovely rock-hard nipples only barely contained by her tiny black mini dress.  Slinky was a bit older, tall and busty with thick black hair -  “MILF” came to mind. She was wearing a sexy French maid's outfit. Her large dark areolas were showing, as the neckline of her dress rested just above her nipples, the luscious bounty of her breasts full and quite on display. The pair set about getting drinks, and before long the music was going and the boys were eating, drinking, and shamelessly flirting with Kinky and Slinky, who were shamelessly flirting right back. I noticed that they tried to engage Ms. Keeper in the flirting as well, but she firmly and politely turned their advances aside. 

After they all had a couple of drinks, Ms. Keeper gave me the sign to change the music, and then the lights turned off, leaving only the pool torches. The music shifted to a low, sexy, sultry bass and blues, the kind you hear sometimes in strip joints. A spotlight blinked on, and there was Ms. Suze, glowing in the light in a tiny sheer white top showing every curve and every nook, and her skin glowed as richly as her eyes.  

She shook her hair and dove into the pool, swimming the short distance to the ladder and, I swear just like in the movies, emerged into the spotlight, streaming water in slow motion down her luscious body. All of their tongues had hit the deck, as did mine. Kinky and Slinky stood aside, smiling, as Ms. Suze strolled up to the group and, one by one, gave them each a deep kiss ending in a firm cock-squeeze. She saved the groom-to-be for last, and by the time her hand left his crotch, his hard-on was clearly visible under his damp trunks. 

Ms. Suze proceeded to move around the young man, teasing him with her hands, her tongue, and her whole body. She stood behind him, pressing herself against him, and ran her hands up and down his chest, arms, and belly. She stood in front of him, pressing herself into him, and kissed his neck, nibbled his ears. She ground herself against his hard shaft, wriggling her taut ass against him. Finally, she tugged off his trunks and slowly kissed a trail down from his lips to his shoulder, to his chest, to his belly, and then to his straining member.

As the spotlight shone on them, Ms. Suze took his entire length down her throat in one, slow, smooth gulp, slightly gagging, holding him there while her hands roamed his body. I watched, spellbound and dick straining as she moved on him, her body undulating as she engorged her throat on his cock over and over again. Just as he began to tense up, she eased off him and gathered the other young men around her. She took each in turn, sucking them to the tipping point before moving on to the next.

Her face was a study of lust and desire, her body gleaming in the light. As requested, I switched to the next song, ZZ Top's Pearl Necklace. Just as each was about to explode, Ms. Suze leaned back, her nipples hard under the sheer white fabric, and she commanded, "Come, cum on me!" And they did, sending streams of hot cum again and again on her breasts, her belly, her face. Ms. Suze, eyes clear and bright, fingered her pussy as she too climaxed, shaking and crying out, rubbing sticky jizz all over herself and into her little white nightie, like lotion, sucking her fingers and licking her full lips. At length she rose, gave each one a parting kiss, and walked into the gardens, removing her soaked garment and tossing it aside. 

At this, Kinky and Slinky had shed their skimpy outfits and served up another round of drinks. My dick was hard, and I thought maybe Kinky or Slinky wouldn't mind including me in the fun, but I was determined to focus on my job. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ms. Keeper nod slightly in approval, and I noted that nothing escaped her eyes. The party resumed with the girls taking care of each of the guests and each other as they wished until they all fell asleep, exhausted, on the pool lounges.

Ms. Keeper came over, resting her hand on my arm, and said, smiling, "Hey there nice job tonight. It's late, you go on home. The crew will clean up in the morning." Thanking her, I too walked into the gardens to a path I knew would take me back around to where I'd parked. A soft voice called out to me from the darkness as I rounded a corner, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. 

"Mr. Gardner!" Ms. Suze called, and after I caught my breath I turned, and whatever I was going to say completely escaped me. Ms. Suze was laying, naked, on the stone bench in a small nook of the garden, her gorgeous body soft in the slight moonlight. "I'm not yet finished, I haven't had everything I wanted tonight." I paused, a question on my face. "Come here and stand next to me. Take off your clothes, I want to see all of you."

"Yes," she murmured approvingly, "you have been using the gym. Come, stroke yourself for me like I know you do, and cum on me, I need your cum on my body. I want to taste you on my skin," and she began to lightly finger her pussy. Astonished, I did as she bade, and let my eyes feast on her curves as I stroked myself. 

I watched her eyes focus on my dick, and I straddled the bench with my shaft just above her trimmed pussy. I still had a cock ring on, and the balls were neatly packaged under my swelling meat. I let some saliva drip into my cock and slid my hand slowly, lightly squeezing, not wanting to cum too soon. Ms. Suze moaned as her hips moved in time to her hand, now palming her pussy with a finger deep inside. I watched as she played with her tits and nipples, and I too pinched my nipples as she pinched hers.  

After being aroused all evening I didn't have much willpower left, and I whispered, "Ms. Suze, I'm going to cum." 

"No Mr. Gardner," Ms. Suze stated softly, "You will not. I've changed my mind. But I think I will, and you will watch me and keep stroking, but if you cum, I will not be pleased." It was as if my balls read her mind, and my impending orgasm subsided.

"WTF!!?" I thought to myself, shocked.  "Again!?" I almost quit right then and there. I knew she would honor the arrangement and give me two months' pay if I did. However, something about this whole thing intrigued me. More than intrigued, really, it was as if I was walking down a strange and magical forest trail and was unable to resist finding out what was just around the corner. I decided to keep going. Ms. Suze's eyes were on mine, and I swear she knew what I'd been thinking.

My strokes slowed and my breathing became deeper as she mesmerized me. I lost track of time and was aware only of Ms. Suze - her eyes, her fingers, her breasts, her pussy, her scent. After what seemed like forever her body quivered and shuddered as she came, waves of orgasm washing over the two of us. It took everything I had not to cum with her. Something in the way she had said she would be displeased stuck in my head, and I managed to subside my need of the moment.

"That'll do for tonight, Mr. Gardner, go home and get some rest."  I began dressing, and she added, "Oh, and Mr. Gardner." I looked up. "You will not orgasm whatsoever until I give you permission." Tilting her head to one side, she said, "You may masturbate all you wish, and in fact, I'd like you to. But if you cum, I'll know." 

"What was happening to me?" I wondered as I rode home. I had never experienced anything like this, and I was mystified. My cock took a very long time to subside that night, and when I went to bed my mind was still racing. I couldn't sleep. Twice I masturbated with the intention of coming, and twice I stopped before orgasm. I decided I needed to get some perspective. After some thought, it dawned on me with whom I should talk, and only then was I able to get some much-needed sleep.

To be continued…