I was tasked to host a dinner party for the president of the company coming to Los Angeles from New York. He was here to see how the West Coast office was doing and if they needed anything in light of the economic downturn the country was going through. They had already closed one of the Midwest offices in St. Louis and broken that office up, sending the personnel to the other offices elsewhere.

Obviously, my boss, Mr. Chapman was not interested in moving away from the sunny California home he and his wife had created for themselves and I have to admit, I wasn't excited about the idea either. So it was up to me to rub elbows with and schmooze the president and "get him to see how important and vital the West Coast operations are to the company" (my boss's words).

So taking charge of this meet and greet, I decided that hosting the dinner party in my own home would show "fiscal responsibility" and impress the higher ups. Besides, I had a pretty nice place, if I do say so myself, and the huge back deck had a killer view of the ocean. I thought it would be a suitable enough setting for an informal dinner party.

Now being a single working stiff, I don't always have time to keep an immaculate home. My home isn't a pig sty, but it isn't a model for Better Homes and Gardens either. And with such VIP's coming over, it needed to be. So in addition to calling a caterer for the party, I decided to call a maid service to help get the place ship-shape.

Thumbing through the telephone book I found a maid service and after placing the call and making arrangements for the maid to come early the next day (which also happened to be the day of the party), I spent the remainder of that evening putting everything of value away - after all this maid would be all over the house and I didn't have the luxury of following her to make sure she was as honest and reliable as the company said she would be! So with everything put in the safe that could "accidentally walk away", I went to bed that night knowing that the next day could either make or break my career.

Getting up early, I showered, shaved, and got ready for the day. A quick breakfast, and I put the dishes in the dishwasher and sat down for a cup of coffee before getting on with the day. I was sitting in my easy chair, looking out the big sliding door that leads to the deck and the ocean view behind it when I heard the doorbell ring. I set my coffee cup down on the table next to the chair and went to see who was disturbing my tranquility.

I opened the door and standing before me was a very attractive blonde. "Hello sir, My name is Michelle. I am with The *** Maid Service. I understand you need a maid to help you?" she said.

"Y-yes," I said, my voice cracking at the shock of seeing such a beautiful woman at my door. "Sorry, yes, please come in."

Michelle stood about five foot four inches tall with a very well formed 33D-25-33 body. Her honey blonde hair was loose and hung down to the middle of her back and her green eyes were soft and sparkling. She had full kissable lips and a soft husky voice that made a man's cock hard just hearing her talk!

She smiled softly, her head lowered but looking up at me. I held the door open for her and she came in. "Thank you, sir." I led her into the front room and offered her a seat while I explained what was going to happen and what I needed her for.

"Michelle, this evening I am hosting a very important dinner party. Primarily, it will be out on the deck there," I said, pointing to the deck outside," but I expect I will be showing my guests the rest of the house as well. Now I have a caterer coming to take of the food prep, so I don't think the kitchen will be part of your responsibility - they will take care of the cleanup after the party. I just need your help in getting the rest of the house in order."

"Yes, sir. That should be no problem. You have a very lovely home and I can help you get ready for your party. Just show me where you keep your cleaning supplies and I will get to work."

I took Michelle down the hall where I kept the mop and broom and other cleaning things. She surveyed what I had to use. "I've got some things in the car that will do a better job than this. If you'd like I can bring them in," she said.

"Whatever you think would do the best job," I said. She stepped out and a minute or so came back with a bucket full of spray bottles and assorted cleaning things. She went right to work taking off her jacket and putting on a plain green smock.

"I will be out on the deck getting it ready for the party, Michelle. If you need anything just let come and get me," I told her.

"Very good, sir," she said as she started dusting. I took a moment to watch the pretty thing as she did her work. She caught me watching her and smiled softly. Then turned back to her work. I went out on the deck and set the table and chairs up, got the outside lights set up and extended the awning to cover part of the deck. I swept off the dirt and debris so it would look decent for my guests.

I turned back towards the sliding glass door and noticed that Michelle wasn't in the living room anymore. I came inside and just as I was shutting the glass door I heard a great crash and the sound of something large breaking.

"OH SHIT!!" I heard Michelle shout from the hallway. A came around the corner and found the large vase I had on a small table at the end of the hallway was on the floor in a million pieces. She saw me come around the corner and she came up to me in a near panic.

"Oh, sir I am so sorry! I don't know what happened! I was just finishing the bathroom, mopping the bathroom floor! I must have bumped the vase with my hip or with the mop handle! Oh, sir, please don't tell my company - they will fire me for something like this! Please, sir! I'll do anything I can to make up for this! But I need this job!" she pleaded with me. I could see her eyes tearing up as she spoke.

"Well, we don't have time to discuss this right now. Get this mess cleaned up and we will talk about it later. The caterers will be here any minute and my guests will be arriving in about an hour or so. We still have a lot to do before they get here," I said.

"Yes, of course, sir. Right away!" she said, scurrying to get the broken vase mess picked up and cleaned. A couple of minutes later she had the broken vase picked up and put in the trash.

"Sir, I do hope that vase wasn't too expensive. Of course, you can take it out of my pay and if there is anything more that I need to pay, I will be happy to do so," she said, standing before me with her head down and her hands clasped behind her back. She looked so heartbroken and miserable I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. I hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look her in her beautiful green eyes. She looked at me searching my face. Just as I was about to speak, the doorbell rang.

"We'll talk about this later, Michelle. Let's hope that's the caterers and not my guests!"

"Yes, sir."

It was indeed the caterers and once I got them briefed and going, I went to see what Michelle had left to do. Michelle was in the bedroom dusting and getting ready to vacuum. Not wanting everyone to hear our discussion I shut the door. It startled Michelle a bit and she jumped when the door shut. She whirled around and when she saw it was Me she cracked a little smile.

I sat down on the bed, "Come sit Michelle, we have a few minutes before my guests are due to arrive. Let's talk about the vase."

"Yes, sir," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I really am very sorry, sir, and I'll be happy to pay for the vase."

"I am sure you are sorry, Michelle. But what bothers me is your reaction to breaking it. You seemed extremely scared that you would lose your job over a simple accident. Why is that?"

"Sir, I feel I can trust you - I don't really have a choice at this point. You could get me fired just for breaking the vase. So I will tell you. The company I work for doesn't treat us very well. We get minimum wage, we have to use our own vehicles without any mileage compensation, and they can let us go for the simplest things.

I had a friend who didn't take a cleaning job because she wanted to stay home with her boy that day. He was sick with a fever and ended up going into the hospital that day. But that didn't matter to the company - they gave her cleaning job to someone else and then fired her. So you see, my breaking that vase can mean the end of my job if you say anything and I really need this job. I have to take care of my mother. She is getting up in years and she can't take care of herself very well anymore."

"I see. Well, you don't have to worry about losing your job. I'm not going to say anything about the vase," I said.

"Really, sir? Oh, you are too kind," she said, looking up at me. I started to see the glint of a tear coming back into those beautiful green eyes. "How can I thank you for..."

Just as she spoke I heard the doorbell ring, interrupting our talk.

"Hold that thought, Michelle. That will be my guests. I want you to wait here until the dinner party is over. It should only be a couple of hours - these things usually don't last much past the food! Just make yourself comfortable and you can watch TV. I will be back to talk more about this after my guests leave."

"But, sir..." she said.

"No, buts, young lady. We have more to talk about and I don't want you coming out of this room until we have had a chance to clear this matter up. Do you hear me?" I said feigning sternness.

"Yes, sir," she said smiling. She saw right through my ruse, but she would play along. She got comfortable on the bed and I handed her the remote. "Thank you again, sir. I shall wait for you."

I left her in the room and went to attend to my guests.

* * * * * * * * * *

The party went off without a hitch. The president was glad to hear my presentation about how the West Coast office was doing all it could to keep costs down (including hosting the dinner party at my house - a touch that wasn't lost on him!). My boss was thrilled he wouldn't have to move to the snow belt and everyone had a good time. Even the weather cooperated, giving us all a gorgeous sunset over the calm Pacific ocean. If anything, the president's wife was jealous of the house and the spectacular view!

The last of the party guests had left, and the caterers had cleaned up, got paid, and left. I then turned my attentions back to the beautiful maid that was waiting in the bedroom. As I entered the bedroom I saw Michelle laying there on the bed watching the TV just as I had left her. I didn't need to shut the door this time since it was only the two of us in the house now.

"How did the party go, sir?" she asked as I came further into the room.

"It went pretty well I think. I don't think they will close the office down. I think we convinced them to keep us here for a while longer." I said.

"That's good, isn't it? I mean that means you won't be leaving Los Angeles?" she asked.

"Not for the foreseeable future at least."

"I'm glad," she said.

"Oh?" I asked, puzzled at her concern.

"Yes, sir. I don't like to see good customers leave - especially ones I like working for," she said, her eyes bright and sparkling.

She got up out off the bed and came to me. Smiling she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss me long and deep. I was a little stunned at her forwardness but her lips were so sweet and she was so soft and warm.

"Sir I hope that you don't think to forward of me, but I saw you watching me today as I cleaned. I hope you want me as much as I want you," she said.

I had to admit, she was right. I had been watching her with more than a little interest. And she was obviously interested in me. I stepped back and she proceeded to slip out of her smock. Then she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, teasingly exposing her full, ample breasts. She let the blouse slip off her shoulders as she gave me a sexy naughty smile. I stepped forward and took those twin globes in my hands, hefting them and sinking my fingers deep into the soft flesh.

Michelle moaned softly and pushed her chest out, raising her breasts to my hands for more. I gave the front of her lacy bra a quick twist, unfastening the front hooks and freeing the twins from the confines of that restrictive bra. She had amazing breasts - full and firm that stood high and proud, capped with sensitive hard nipples that just begged to be sucked and chewed on! Which is exactly what I did next. I covered one of her pencil eraser nipples with my hot mouth and began making a meal of her.

Michelle groaned her pleasure, laying her head back and grabbing my head, running her fingers through my hair as she pushed her breast deeper into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. As I did I ran my hand down her back to cup her tight ass in my hands, squeezing the firm globes.

"Yesss!" she hissed, Yes, spank that ass!" So my little maid liked it rough! Well, I am nothing if not accommodating. I stepped back and took her by the wrist. I walked her briskly over to the bed and pushed her down onto it so her top half was on the bed and her legs hung over the side with the edge of the mattress catching her right at the hips. Holding her chest down with one hand, I unfastened the hook clasp in the back of her skirt and a quick tug removed it from her piling it up at her ankles. She wore skimpy pink panties which I thought was a lovely touch and planned on using them as soon as I saw them.

"Now, Michelle you have been a naughty maid and you need to be punished for breaking my vase!" I told her. I rubbed my hand over the satiny material of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her ass. She raised her ass up to my hand, wriggling it as I rubbed and patted it lightly.

"Yes! Oh yes, sir, I have been very bad! Please spank me!" she cried.

"So you want me to spank you is that it?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. I have been naughty breaking your vase. I deserve to be spanked. Please spank me good, sir!" she said raising her ass further giving me a good target.

Ok then. I pulled my hand back, taking aim at the sweet pink ass in front of me.

SMACK!

Michelle yelped and then wriggled her ass. I let her settle back before I continued.

SMACK!

I gave her another on her other ass cheek and again she yelped and wriggled trying to work out the sting. I paused for a moment to let the heat build a bit before I gave her four more stokes, two on each ass cheek.

"These panties are getting in the way of a proper spanking," I told her as I knelt down behind her. I grabbed her panties with both hands and pulled them down with a quick jerk. With the pink fabric out of the way, I was face to face with the prettiest pussy I had ever seen! Shaved clean, the soft folds held a promise of delights unimaginable behind them. A drop of moisture glinted that her excitement was building with the treatment she was getting. She was liking this!

I stood back up and looked at the two pinkened ass cheeks. I rubbed the heated flesh and heard her cooing as I did. Then without any warning, I gave her four more swats quickly and without any pause between them.

"OHHHH!" she cried out and I felt her ass tighten as I struck. She tried to raise a leg but her skirt and panties at her ankles prevented her from doing much.

"This doesn't seem to be doing the trick, Michelle. Stay right here and don't you move!" I told her. I went into the kitchen and fished around in one of the drawers until I found what I was after. I came back to find her exactly as I left her. I smiled at her obedience.

"Here we are. This ought to do the trick!" I said. She turned her head to see the large wooden spoon in my hand. Twelve inches long and three and a half inches wide it wasn't a typical cheap spoon. It was made from bamboo as well so it was tougher than a regular wooden spoon - this one would stand up to the punishment of a naughty maid's ass! I saw her eyes widen when she saw the spoon but she prepared herself nonetheless for what was coming.

I rubbed the spoon over her ass for a moment before giving her a quick swat with it. Michelle squealed a bit, but I think it was more from surprise than pain.

"Harder, sir! Please spank me harder! I deserve a good spanking!" she said. I could tell from the tone and the way she said it that she was not getting what she needed from me yet. She wanted a hard spanking because it was turning her on!

I gave her four good swats with the spoon and she squealed louder this time. When I had delivered these four strikes she was wriggling her ass good, working the heat through her ass and calming the fire. But I knew that she needed more.

"Ok, Michelle, time to get serious about this," I warned her. She braced herself and I let fly with twenty hard swats, evenly distributed up and down her ass cheeks on both sides. Her squeal stretched out into one long wail as it rained down on her naked flesh. I added a stroke to the back of each thigh just for good measure and then I was finished. She flopped down on the bed panting as she let the burn sink in. I noticed between her legs was a lot wetter now and as she lay there I began rubbing the wet slit.

"Ohhhh," Michelle moaned, feeling my hand between her legs. She spread them wider kicking one foot free of the clothes at her ankles. She raised her hips up off the bed to give me access to her. She was soaked and my fingers slipped easily between the soft lips of her pussy. I fingered her swollen clit and she pushed her ass back at me in response. I fingered her clit and she moaned and squirmed on the bed under me. My fingers plowed deep into her warm wet hole and I churned her pussy into soft butter as she got closer to her orgasm. I held her down with one hand while I found her g-spot with my fingers and she burst

OHHHHFUUUUCKK!!!" she screamed out as she flooded my hand with her pussy juice. "I'M CUMMINNGGGG!" I felt her pussy walls contract and her thighs quivered as the strain of her orgasm caused her to tense up. The waves of her orgasm washed over her and she bucked and twisted as it took control of her. I watched as my beautiful maid writhed and twisted on the bed as her orgasm worked through her. Finally, she lay still, panting for breath and the remnants of her rapture still sending an occasional jolt through her body.

"Are you ok?" I asked after a few moments. She opened her eyes and looked at me smiling. "Oh yes, sir, very much so!" she said, her eyes sparkling. She slipped to her knees in front of me. "But now it's my turn!" she said curling a finger at me, wanting me to come closer.

I stepped forward and she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down, freeing my now hard cock. She looked at it admiring the size of it and licked her full red lips. She looked up at me as if to ask permission (did I REALLY need to give her permission?) and then took a long slow lick from my balls to the tip using her warm pink tongue. She licked every inch of my rock hard shaft until she had tasted every part of me from my nutsack to the tip of my cock, even tasting the drop of precum that had seeped out. Finally, she took the head of my cock into her mouth.

I was in heaven! This young maid knew just what to do to make a guy weak in the knees! She licked and sucked my cock like she was born to do it and it wasn't long before she was the one in control. I moved over to lay back on the bed before I fell over and she began sucking even harder. She was going at my cock like it was her first meal in months. I knew I wouldn't last long at this pace. It had been some time since I had last had the pleasure of a woman, with my work schedule a relationship was hard to manage. But this girl was making all that go away. She was making everything go away.

"Oh fuck Micelle, that feels so good!" I moaned. "Oh, I think I'm going to cum!" I wanted warn her because some girls don't like to swallow and I didn't want to spoil the moment with a surprise she wasn't expecting. But I needn't worry about Michelle, she sucked even harder and faster, pumping me with both her mouth and a hand milking me for all I was worth. I felt my nuts tightening and I knew I was on the verge. She must have felt it too because she got ready, taking me deep into her mouth almost to the base of my cock.

"HOLYFUCKSHIT!" I yelled as I exploded in her warm mouth. I shot ropes of white hot cum down her throat and she sucked and swallowed as fast as I filled her mouth. She didn't let a single drop go to waste as I pumped a full load into that wonderful mouth. When I finally had emptied my balls into her she licked me totally clean and then sat back on her haunches and smiled at me. I raised my head, half-dazed and looked at the beautiful girl who had just rocked my world. I struggled to sit up and pulled her up close to me.

"That was fucking incredible, Michelle! I said when I had regained my senses somewhat.

"I'm glad you liked it, sir, she said.

"Mike. You can call me Mike," I said.

"Well, Mike, I am afraid I need to get going - unless there is something else you need?" she said' standing up and getting dressed.

"No, I don't think I could handle much more 'service' right now!" I said smiling. I got myself dressed and walked her to the front door. I reached into my wallet to pay her for her cleaning job.

"Michelle, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well, I would like to know if you can come over on a regular basis, say twice a week, to clean up... and whatever."

Michelle looked up at me with those sparkling green eyes and flashed a warm smile. "Sir, I would love to be your 'clean up and whatever' girl," she said. She took out a pen from her smock pocket and wrote down her number on the business card she then handed me. "Just give me a call and we'll set up whatever arrangements you need." Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me long and deep. She turned to walk out the door.

"Oh by the way Michelle, don't worry about that vase, it wasn't expensive - just a Wal-Mart decoration."

"I know - I saw the same thing the last time I was there. And I saw the 'Made in Taiwan' sticker on the bottom when I picked up the mess. I didn't want to say anything though." she said, with a naughty grin. Then she left blowing me a kiss as she did.

I was going to enjoy having a maid!

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.