A “maid,” is someone that Webster defines as, 1: a young virgin woman or 2: a woman employed to serve and wait on you. Nina is not the girl in number one. That leaves Nina to serve me and wait on me. Only I’m not talking about housework. Nina is my mistress, concubine, or courtesan, whichever your sensibilities can tolerate, but my friends and family only need to know that she is my maid.

Nina has been my maid soon after she graduated from high school. Although a bright young woman who grew up in the Ukraine, Nina had no interest in college. Instead, she dreamed of coming to America. Getting money for passage was the first of her troubles. Finding a job was another. Nina began looking for employment near her home in Kyiv, yet jobs were scarce. More on that later.

Nina is a beautiful blonde with a shapely body and the captivating smile of Kate Middleton. Her Eastern accent is compelling and more than that, sexy. My wife liked her too, so we hired her only weeks after she arrived in the United States.

Nina was hired as a live-in domestic helping my wife with housekeeping, shopping, driving our tweens to school, and preparing dinner. As her English improved, we were able to communicate on a more personal level. So did her attention to my needs.

But first, a few unexpected events intervened to move us in a more lascivious direction.

Nina has a beautiful voice and sings lots of songs but because they are in her native tongue, I don’t understand the lyrics. There was one song I heard her sing that I recognized. I thought I knew the words but again, the Ukrainian lyrics mystified me. One day I asked her if she could sing it in English. She blushed and began singing with that delightful Eastern accent.

What I heard was not the genial folk song we sang in college. The version I heard from her delicate voice was the tune of Barnacle Bill the Sailor but not the lyrics I remembered. She sang a bawdy vulgar version with salacious suggestions of what Bill planned to do with a young maiden. I wondered where she had learned the lusty lyrics that would be more common in a tavern sung by drunken sailors, not from the sweet lips of a girl.

We both laughed when she finished knowing that our relationship would never be the same again.

After hearing Nina sing the untranslated version, my wife said, “Isn’t it cute that Nina is singing a sailor’s song and her voice is so lovely.”

“Yes dear,” I answered, “she has a lovely voice.” Apparently, my wife didn't understand Ukrainian any better than I did.

After the song incident, I told Nina a joke to gauge her reaction and move our relationship forward.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" she yelled. "I'm so wet, give it to me now!" She could scream all she wanted, but I was keeping the umbrella.

I had to explain it before she giggled. Nina was not offended and in fact, delighted. She followed with one of her own.

A naked man broke into a church. The police chased him around and finally caught him by the organ.

She didn’t need to explain.

As time went on, our jokes became raunchy, and I obsessed over Nina’s youthful body. She rarely wore a bra, so her erect nipples were always on display highlighting a pair of gorgeous breasts leaving me with a frantic desire.

But there is something I should also mention about my wife. She’s bi. I knew this when we got married. I never minded her infatuation with other women because occasionally I was invited to join them for a threesome. We’ve been married for eleven years now and that has grown old. Like many married couples, we have drawn apart.

This having been said, it is easy to understand how another incident pulled me closer to Nina. I had been away in Canada on a fishing trip. The weather turned nasty, and my fishing buddy and I decided to head home early.

I was home just before midnight finding Nina and my wife together in bed with Nina’s head buried between my wife’s legs. Nina was humming the sailor song with my wife cooing and moaning, her eyes rolled back with pleasure. Neither noticed that I was watching.

I went downstairs to our bar in the rec room, poured myself a stiff drink, then fell asleep on the couch wondering if Nina was a lez. I had to find out.

The next morning my wife and I had a talk. “Dear,” I began, “I hope you and Nina had a pleasant evening together.”

“I didn’t expect you home so early,” she said defiantly.

“The weather was bad. How long have you and Nina been on, ah, friendly terms?”

“Since Nina moved in.”

“That long, really?”

“That long and she’s a great lover. Did you know what Nina did before coming to the United States?”

“No, but I’m sure you want to tell me.”

“Well, this is what she told me. There were no jobs in the Ukraine for young girls with no experience. Her dad had died, and Nina’s mom was a whore in Kyiv. It was the only way to put food on the table. After high school, Nina’s mom took her to the brothel and introduced her to the man who was in charge. The man was an old family friend who knew Nina since she was born. I guess Nina trusted him.

“Anyway, the man wanted to find out if Nina was suitable for the job. Nina performed everything the man requested. She was hired and started working the next day. A few months later, she had saved enough money to get to the United States.”

“Did you know this before we hired her?”

“Of course. That’s why I said we needed a maid.”

“Look honey, the next time you and Nina are together, ask me to join you.”

“I’d like that my dear. We haven’t had a threesome since you were with Amber and me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about Nina earlier?”

“Don’t be silly dear. I wanted her all to myself.”

A few days after that conversation with my wife, I told Nina this joke,

Two women go on holiday in the Caribbean. They meet an attractive black man and both women decide to have a threesome with him. Next morning during breakfast one of the women asks the man his name. He replies, “My name is Snow”. The other woman starts laughing. Confused, Snow asks, “What’s so funny?” which the woman replies, “There is no fucking way our husbands are going to believe we had ten inches of snow in the Caribbean!”

Nina laughed for a few seconds then said, “Your wife told me you know that I worked as a prostitute in Kyiv. That’s how I learned the sailor song and how to.” She stopped for a minute then slid a finger from her chin down the front of her neck.

“How did you get into sex with women?”

“My girlfriend, Olga. She is a lesbian and taught me everything about making love to a woman. My God, she had a clit like a tiny penis that I loved to suck. Then she would cum all over my face and I liked it almost as much as boy’s cum.

“I loved the way she ate my pussy, but guys turn me on more. Olga asked me to marry her, but because I like men better, I said no and decided to come here. Your wife is a sweetheart, but I’d rather be your lover.”

At that, I opened my pants. She fell to her knees to demonstrate the finger gesture from a moment earlier. I hadn’t guessed wrong. My hard shaft slid effortless down her throat.

We weren’t finished. I bent Nina over a kitchen stool. She pulled up her dress. I slid her panties past her tight ass and fucked her from behind. I pounded into her with my red-hot poker until my insides burst. She wasn’t happy about the stains on her uniform.

I didn’t see her naked body until we got together with my wife. She was everything I imagined. Nina’s pussy was as tight as a virgin’s and her voluptuous tits were a handful.

I switched pussies three or four times finally cumming deep inside Nina. She told me later that was what she loved about a man that women don’t do. Now, Nina said, she wanted me to herself. I didn’t object and spent more time with her than with my wife.

I asked Nina what it was like at the Kyiv brothel. She said at first it was scary especially the first day. The men were drunk and violent at times. Later, she became selective and only accepted men who either treated her well or paid the most.

“Were you a virgin when you started at the brothel?

“No. At my father’s funeral, I was crying, and a priest put his arm around me. He calmed me down then took my hand and brought me to the parsonage for prayers. He told me death is a part of life and how Jesus died on the cross for our sins. In a calm soothing voice, he said the Christ child was born from the Virgin Mary who was about my age when she conceived Jesus.

"Although I’m not that religious, the bible stories made me feel better. He said the holy spirit made women for a man’s comfort and that as a young woman, I should fill my virgin womb with new life like Mary. He moved close to me and touched my breasts and said I was already a woman and needed to be fulfilled as a woman.

"The young priest took my hand and put it under his cassock asking me to hold his holy candlestick. I polished it like he showed me. Soon after, I felt the holy candlestick inside me for the first time. We prayed before and after he sowed the Lord’s seeds inside me."

“Was it a heavenly experience?” I chuckled.

“Don’t make fun of me. A girl’s first time is nothing to joke about. He was very kind that day and several days later when I went to the confessional box to add to my sins. After that, I joined some of the boys behind the school to polish their not so holy sticks. Satisfying those boys helped me satisfy my own desires.”

“But at the brothel, did you enjoy having strange men fuck you?”

“Yes and no,” she said. “They weren’t all strangers. Some were strangers like tourists and guys working at the paper mill, but some were from the Kyivradae, our City Hall, or teachers from school. My uncle was there almost every week. I was fine having two or three men during the day but on other days when six or even eight men visited me, it wasn’t so good.”

Occasionally my wife got herself off by watching Nina and I have sex. The sound effects of her orgasmic screams made my fucking Nina even hotter. Sometimes my wife joined us but most of the time Nina and I fucked in private.

Nina’s favorite place was an abandoned building in the forest on the edge of town. I explained how it was an old sharecropper’s home from a hundred years ago. She said it turned her on because the dingy building reminded her of her home in Kyiv. My favorite place was in her ass.

I shared Nina only once with a friend. My fishing buddy never stopped asking about her. I only said she was a good worker and nice to look at.

“Have you fucked her?” he kept asking. I would only say she was my maid, not paid to be my whore.

One night while we were watching the NBA finals at my house, Nina was there serving snacks and drinks. By halftime, we were drunk, and my friend pulled Nina next to him and gave her a deep kiss. She didn’t pull away and I didn’t object when my buddy grabbed her tits. Nina took that as a sign that she was supposed to service us in more intimate ways.

So, when my buddy had her blouse opened and sucking on her nipples, I was overcome with lust. I dropped my pants and grabbed her hand to hold my throbbing dick. With that, my friend had his hand up her skirt.

We both were out of our minds horny when he pressed two fingers past her slit. “My god, she’s wet,” he groaned.

Moments later, our clothes were on the floor and Nina was on her knees sucking both of us off. While Nina had me down her throat, my buddy entered her pussy from the back.

The game on TV was over, but we were in overtime still finding places for our cocks. We finished while he fucked her asshole, and I was cumming in her cunt. Having cum more than once, we both passed out until morning when Nina served us breakfast.

That’s how Nina became my personal maid. Eventually, my wife took the kids and moved out. Nina and I were alone together. If a guy can have dreams and fantasies, I was the guy who had won the lottery.

And finally;

What's the definition of a Mistress?

Oh, I don't know. Probably something between a Mister and a mattress.