Maid Linda sucks you off

You: "Linda, suck me off. Ashley, take a seat and join me."

Linda: "Yes, Sir. Anything for you."

Linda gracefully lowers herself to her knees beside your chair and crawls under the table, disappearing from your sight.

Ashley: "Merci, Monsieur. I am 'appy to join you."

Ashley pulls up a chair and sits down across from you, smoothing out her apron before she starts filling her plate. You feel Linda's soft hands on your thighs as she crawls underneath the table. She reaches for your crotch and starts unbuttoning your pants.

You watch Ashley, admiring her figure. The maid uniform fits her perfectly. She glances up at you and catches you staring.

Ashley: "Is zere something on my face, Monsieur?"

Under the table, you feel Linda's hand gently wrap around your cock. A second later, you feel her tongue swirling around the tip. You lean back and relax.

You: "Just enjoying the view. I still can't believe you're being such a good girl for me now."

Ashley blushes and lowers her gaze demurely. Her job is to be as submissive as possible at all times, wether she likes it or not.

You feel Linda's pouty lips wrap around your shaft. She takes you in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.

Ashley: "Merci beaucoup, Monsieur! I promise to give my best every single day."

You can't help but smirk. This is exactly what you wanted. Your wife and stepdaughter, both submitting to you completely.

You: "So, what are your plans for today, Ashley?"

Ashley: "Zis afternoon, I 'ad planned to meet mon amie Nicole at zee library. We 'ave a big chemistry exam coming up and need to study togezzer. But, of course, if you prefer me to stay 'ome and serve you, I am 'appy to cancel my plans, Monsieur."

Ashley looks at you expectantly, awaiting your decision, while Linda continues her oral service, licking and sucking your cock with relish. Her warm mouth feels incredible as she bobs her head steadily.

You: "I want to see a picture of Nicole first. Show me."

Ashley: "Bien sûr, Monsieur."

Ashley takes out her phone and scrolls through some pictures. She shows you a photo of a cute blonde.

Ashley: "Voilà, zat ees Nicole. We 'ave been friends since I started at zee university, and study togezzer ever since."

You nod and take the phone from her hands, zooming in on the photo. Nicole is pretty. Very pretty. You feel Linda's lips sliding further down your shaft, taking you deeper into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirls around your rod as she sucks and slurps.

You: "I want you to text Nicole and invite her here for your study session. Tell her I can help you both with your chemistry and that I'm a great teacher."

You already imagine Nicole wearing a similar French maid outfit as Ashley and Linda. The three of them serving you together...

Ashley: "Oh, merci beaucoup, Monsieur! I am sure Nicole will be very 'appy. We 'ave been struggling vith zee subject lately."

Ashley quickly types a message on her phone and sends it to Nicole.

You feel Linda's throat muscles squeezing your shaft as she takes you deeper. She starts deep throating you, swallowing around your cock and making loud slurping and gagging noises.

Linda: "Gkkk! Gkkk!"

Your stepdaughter smiles at you and refocuses on breakfast, ignoring Linda's obscene noises as she deep throats your cock.

A few moments later, Ashley's phone already buzzes with a reply.

Ashley: "Nicole says she would love to come over and study wiz us. She ees very excited to meet you, Monsieur."

Linda: "Gmmph... Mmph..."

You nod approvingly. Having Nicole over is the perfect chance to expand your harem of subservient maids. Meanwhile, Linda's muffled moans vibrate around your shaft as she takes you deeper. You feel her nose pressed against your pubic bone.

You: "Fuck yes, just like that! I'm gonna..."

You slide your hand under the table and grab Linda's hair. You thrust your hips upwards, forcing your cock even deeper into her throat. She gags and chokes around your shaft, but obediently swallows every drop of your cum. Her throat muscles working overtime.

Linda cleans up your spent cock with her tongue, and you need a moment to come down from your orgasm.

Once you do, you pull up your pants and close them while Linda crawls back from under the table. She stands up, faces you and folds her hands in front of her apron demurely. She licks her lips and smiles at you as if waiting for further instruction. But you have something else on your mind right now.

You stand up, look at Ashley and frown.

You: "We might have a problem. Nicole will get suspicious if she hears Ashley talking with a French accent. Can you... try to speak normal for me?"

Ashley: "Ah, I see ze problem, Monsieur. But zee French accent ees an integral part of my role as your maid. Just like maintaining ze proper mindset of submission and servitude."

Ashley frowns at you knowingly, apparently aware, that what she's saying is not making you happy right now.

Ashley: "Please understand, Monsieur. I cannot simply switch it off like zat. It goes hand-in-hand wiz being ze perfect little fucktoy for you. Zee accent, ze obedience, ze willingness to spread my legs whenever you desire - zey are all connected."

You ponder for a moment, thinking on how to solve this issue. Ashley is in full french maid mode whenever she is at home. She considers this her job, including the accent and the fucking. You technically told her that all she does is pretending, even right now. To make things worse, even if you would be able to get rid of the accent (which you can't, because the location 'home' means she works) it would not do you any good, because outside of her "job", Ashley is just Ashley and won't do as you say. At least she'll be unable to think about whatever happened while she was a maid, so you're safe in that regard. Still, this was quite the mess you made for yourself, but there was no going back now.

Today's vial had Nicole's name on it.

Linda: "I have an idea..."

You look at your wife with mild surprise.

She takes a bow before speaking again.

Linda: "Why don't we just do it without Ashley?"

Wednesday - Evening

You arrive home late in the afternoon with a new vial. As you enter the house, Linda greets you at the door, dressed in a casual sundress rather than her usual maid uniform.

Linda: "Welcome home, Sir. How was your day?"

You: "It was good, thanks for asking. I got the vial for Nicole right here."

You point at your coat pocket, while Linda closes the door behind you.

You: "Where is Ashley?"

Linda: "Ashley is in her room, Sir. She followed your instructions precisely - she'll stay there until further notice. Nicole should be arriving any minute now."

You: "Very well, stop calling me 'Sir' then. Remember to act like normal husband and wife."

You hand her the vial.

You: "You know what to do."

Linda (in singsong): "Sure thing, honey."

She winks at you and kisses your cheek before heading back to the kitchen. The second you hang your coat, the doorbell already announces your expected guest. You answer the door and find a cute blonde standing there, holding a backpack presumably filled with textbooks and notes.

Nicole: "Hi, you must be Mr. Willard. I'm Nicole, Ashley's study partner. Thanks for offering to help us with chemistry."

She flashes you a bright smile. Up close, you can see she's even prettier than in the photo Ashley showed you earlier. Her long golden hair frames a heart-shaped face with sparkling green eyes. Nicole is wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, but the shirt is tight enough to show off her perky rack, and the jeans hug her slim waist and shapely legs perfectly.

You: "Actually, it's Mr. Smith, but... eh, never mind. Come on in, please. Make yourself at home."

Nicole follows you into the living room, setting her heavy backpack down on the couch.

Nicole: "Thanks again for having me over, Mr. Smith. Chemistry is kicking our butts this semester."

Before you can reply, Linda enters carrying a tray with three tall glasses of water. She sets the tray down on the coffee table.

Linda: "Here you go, sweetheart. Gotta stay hydrated during these study sessions."

Nicole waves her off politely.

Nicole: "Oh no, thank you, Mrs. Willard. I'm fine for now. Where is Ashley, by the way?"

You give Linda a meaningful look, and she nods almost imperceptibly.

Linda: "Oh, she will be back in a few minutes. Ashley went to get something from the store, because I'm missing an ingredient for dinner. It won't take long."

Linda smiles warmly at the pretty student in front of her.

Linda: "Now, please drink something. I insist, dear. Here, just a little sip."

She holds out the glass towards Nicole, who reluctantly accepts it with a raised eyebrow.

You (leaning in): "Yeah, sorry, my wife can get a bit weird about guests staying hydrated sometimes. Just humor her and take a sip, okay?"

Nicole looks like she is slightly weirded out, but she doesn't seem to want to make a bad impression in front of Ashley's parents, just like you expected. Finally, the blonde brings the glass to her lips and drinks. You watch intently as she swallows the spiked water. One sip at first, then another, and then the entire glass.

Nicole: "There, happy now?"

She sets the empty glass back on the tray. Linda smiles brightly.

Linda: "Very happy, thank you, sweetie. I'll fetch her costume!"

Linda takes the glass and turns around and leaves for the kitchen.

Nicole: "Costume? What costume?"

Nicole looks utterly bewildered, her expression pure confusion.

She looks to you for answers.

You decide to be honest, knowing the effects of the serum will kick in soon anyway.

You: "We're going to dress you up as a sexy French maid. I have a fetish for that sort of thing, and my wife and Ashley are totally into it."

Nicole recoils visibly, a horrified expression on her face.

Nicole: "Wh-what? That's not funny. I c-came here to study."

She grabs her backpack, holding it protectively in front of her like a shield.

Nicole: "Look, this is making me really uncomfortable. I-I think I'm just gonna go. Tell Ashley I said hi."

Nicole stands abruptly, but before you can react and stand to support her, she already falls back on the couch, her head bobbing dangerously as she slumps down.

With gentle hands, you position her upright, ensuring she won't fall over again.

Her eyes are open but vacant, staring blankly ahead.

Satisfied that the serum has taken effect, you begin planting suggestions in her susceptible mind...

To be continued

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