Maidly Duties

John sputtered at Anita’s sudden maidness. He had caught that her group had encountered a maid at the clothing store but nothing about her acquiring a maid outfit. A giggle tickled his mind and he looked beyond Anita to see Senka standing behind her, clad in her own maid dress, her’s in purple.

“Yes, Master,” the spirit purred as she leaned in the doorway. “It seems like you could use a massage. Tomorrow’s adventure looks like it’s weighing heavily on you.”

“Thought I was keeping that locked down,” John muttered, which drew a laugh from Senka.

“I couldn’t get a read on what was putting you in a bad mood, but I took a guess it was about tomorrow. Maybe I should grab a lottery ticket and see if my luck will keep going,” Senka said with a smirk. “But I suppose it’s you who’s lucky. Getting two maids to help you deal with the pressure.”

Senka sauntered into the room properly, pushing Anita further in, and pushed the door so it was almost closed.

John looked between the two of them, his pants growing tighter. It was clear just what they had in mind, and he couldn’t really muster any reason to not let them ‘help’. Even the idea of it just being them and not anyone else didn’t hold much sway as the number of people involved with him was now a bit too large to include everyone at every possible turn.

But that still didn’t prevent his brain, while it still had the horsepower for other thoughts, to wonder, “Where’d you get the dress?”

“Can’t turn off that inquisitive brain, can you?” Senka teased as she wrapped Anita up in a hug, her hands shamelessly cupping the gnoshroom’s breasts. “I borrowed Vivian’s Auction account and bought one.”

“Did you ask her beforehand?” John asked.

“What do you take me for, some gold digger?” Senka asked in faux outrage. “Of course I asked her first. When I explained what I was going to do, she was very interested.”

John couldn’t detect any deceit in her words, but he had a feeling there was a bit more to the story. But that could be a tale for later. Right now, he had Anita nervously shifting in front of him.

‘Or maybe it’s anticipation?’ he wondered as he ran his eyes over her. He caught her gaze drifting to his crotch and he figured the latter was likely more prominent.

Deciding to let things play out to Anita and Senka’s tune, John leaned back in his chair a bit and smiled at the pair.

“You’re right,” he said, trying to get into character. “I think I do need something like that to help me relax.”

Anita’s expression brightened and she nearly took a step forward before Senka placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Wonderful decision, Master,” the spirit purred, taking the role of head maid. “I believe you’ve been carrying too much weight. Your shoulders seem awfully tense. I think I’ll deal with that. Anita, why don’t you handle the front?”

Order given, Senka sauntered over to John, swinging her hips in an exaggerated fashion, the edge of her skirt teasingly brushing against John’s arm as she took her place behind him, her soft hands lightly landing on his shoulders. John let out a low groan as the spirit began to work her fingers against his skin, easing away the tension John didn’t even realize he was carrying.

While Senka massaged his shoulders, Anita, more hesitantly than Senka, approached. It didn’t take John much brain power to figure out just what she was going to massage. The gnoshroom girl knelt before John, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for John’s pants.

“I think there’s an easier way to do this,” John muttered as he un-equiped his clothing, shivering slightly at the sudden exposure to the air and Senka’s fingers on his bare shoulders.

Anita breathed in heavily as she stared at John’s dick once more, licking her lips before she reached up and took hold of it. John groaned as she began to stroke her hand up and down his length.

“Yes, just like that, Anita,” Senka instructed, John catching a slight smile on her face. It seemed to him that she liked taking the teaching role, at least when it came to the erotic. “Don’t forget to keep things well lubricated. We don’t want chafing, do we?”

“Right, yes,” Anita said, leaning up to engulf the tip of John’s dick in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. John’s head lolled back into Senka’s breasts as Anita worked his cock, her eager efforts sending pleasure up his spine.

“She’s a natural at this, isn’t she, Master?” Senka purred.

“Yeah, she is,” John agreed, reaching down to affectionately tangle his fingers in Antia’s hair, letting her work at her own pace. He wasn’t really sure where he stood on being dominant over the girls. He didn’t immediately feel any sort of enjoyment in completely taking control but liked the image Anita presented right now, kneeling before him.

‘Maybe a middle ground?’ he mused as Anita and Senka tended to him. ‘Not something we do all the time and not with everyone, but an option that’s not off the table.’

John let out a groan as Senka worked out a knot and Anita took more of his cock into her welcoming mouth.

‘I can definitely see myself enjoying this more often,’ he thought, letting his enjoyment be known by massaging Anita’s scalp.

“Seems our master is enjoying his massage,” Senka quietly said, kneading a spot close to his spine. “I think it’s time for the deep tissue massage, Anita.”

Anita pulled her head back, releasing John’s cock with a pop. An excited glint shined in her eyes and John didn’t have to guess what the ‘deep tissue massage’ entailed. He did, however, feel he had to speak up as Anita began to rise.

“Are you sure this is how you want your first time?” he asked.

Anita smiled at him as she began to hike up her skirt, revealing she wasn’t wearing anything besides the white garter belt that held up her stockings, her pussy slick with arousal.

“Senka said you might say something like that,” Anita said quietly. “But I don’t really care about it? I want to have sex with you, and with everyone else. And I like wearing this, like the idea of it, so why not?”

“Okay, but maybe the bed would be a better spot for this?” John offered, then cringed as he remembered that it was covered in various bits of his gear.

“I’ll tidy that up real quick, Master,” Senka said, kissing John’s neck before moving to do so. “Won’t take more than a minute.”

As Senka cleared away John’s mess, he stood, intending to help Anita undress. However, Anita, somewhat roughly pulled down the front of her dress, letting her breasts fall free, then hiked her skirt back up, waiting for Senka to finish.

“Keeping that on, huh?” John asked, curious about her choice.

“Yep.” Anita nodded enthusiastically. “I can’t get my clothes off as quickly as you can.”

“Plus, a good maid has to be ready to help her master at the drop of a hat,” Senka remarked, arms laden with the last of his stuff. Once she deposited that in the corner of the room, she got up on the bed, legs tucked under herself, and she patted her lap. “And be ready to act as her master’s pillow.”

“Not sure I like the objectification angle,” John freely admitted.

“Then consider this an extension of the massage,” Senka smiled. “I’m sure that big brain of yours needs a bit of relaxation too.”

John knew that carrying on the conversation wasn’t in the cards at the moment so he didn’t contest Senka’s pivot. Besides, he could see Anita vibrating in place, doing her best to temper her impatience. It was best to not keep a lady waiting.

John crawled onto his bed, flipped onto his back and laid his shoulders and head on Senka’s comfortable lap. Prone, he watched as Anita clambered onto the bed, struggling a bit as she tried to keep her skirt pulled up and pussy visible. Once she was up, Anita straddled John’s hips, a hungry expression on her face as she hovered over his dick.

John resisted the immediate urge to grab hold of her thighs, letting Anita take things at her own pace for now. She didn’t take long to muster her courage and steadily descended upon him. Anita let out a low moan as the head of John’s cock kissed her entrance, one John echoed as the heat of her pussy began to enclose upon him.

Anita worked her way down his length; all the while Senka watched like a proud mentor and John held himself from taking control.

“Just like that, dear,” Senka said breathily as Anita neared her limit. “There’s a time for more fucking, but right now, slow and steady is best. Down and up, down and up.”

“It feels so good!” Anita cooed as she began to do as the spirit instructed, working herself back up. “D-does it feel good for you, Joh-Master?”

“Yeah,” John grunted.

“You know, Master,” Senka purred, her fingers massaging John’s scalp. “You don’t have to lie there like a fish. I’m sure Anita wouldn’t mind you touching her.”

“Yes!” Anita cried out as she began to increase the pace of her bouncing. “Touch me!”

John didn’t need any further encouragement and his hands shot up, taking a firm hold of Anita's generous thighs, giving them a firm squeeze and greatly appreciating how soft and pliable they were, and how the silk stockings felt under his fingers. Anita liked his groping, it seemed, as her pussy clenched as John pawed her pliant flesh.

“You like that, huh?” John growled, increasing both the strength of his grip and beginning to buck his hips in time with Anita’s movements. “Like when I take control?”

“Yes!” Anita responded. “I like it!”

Senka laughed. “Seems our Anita’s a bit of a submissive. Do you think we should look into more of that stuff?”

“Let’s talk about that later,” John growled, a part of him wondering if Senka picked up on his earlier thoughts. “Right now, we’re keeping things normal.”

“Normal has gotten a bit less so for us, I think,” Senka laughed, fingers brushing John’s hair affectionately. “But yes, dipping into more intense scenarios is something we should discuss thoroughly before trying.”

John grunted in agreement then returned his full focus back to Antia, taking great pleasure in seeing the gnoshroom girl’s breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. She looked down at him with half lidded eyes, her cheeks flush from the exertion and mouth agape. Feeling just a bit adventurous and spurred on by the talk of being more dominant, John took a hand off Anita’s thigh and brought it down on her curvy rear with about the **** of a genuine clap.

Anita jumped from the sudden slap, but her core clenched and throaty moan betrayed how she felt about the more aggressive action. Looking further up, from his perspective, he saw Senka giving him a knowing grin.

‘Just a bit of a taste test,’ he thought to her. ‘Anything else needs discussion.’

‘Of course,’ Senka replied, her grin not abating at all. John couldn’t muster any brainpower to contest her thoughts as Anita’s movements grew frantic, the walls of her pussy gripping his cock like it never wanted to let go.

‘I would try to cum,’ Senka advised him. ‘Anita’s proving to be a bit of a quick shot. She might be out of it once she cums. Don’t want to deprive her of her first creampie, do we?’

No, John didn’t want Anita to miss out on the full experience and he began to hasten his part in their erotic dance, thrusting harder into Antia as his hands gripped harder into her curvy hips. His increased vigor, chasing his release, pushed Anita to hers and she came hard. Her body shook enticingly and she let out a choked moan as her pussy writhed around John’s dick.

As Anita’s orgasm petered out, John’s began and he pulled Anita’s hips flush with his as he released his load. Anita managed to stay upright for a moment, but then she sleepily pitched forward. John quickly moved his hand up to catch her before gravity could do its work and gently eased her down onto him.

Senka cooed as Antia snuggled into John’s chest.

“Looks like we’re not going anywhere soon,” she softly said, one of her hands moving from John’s head to Anita’s.

John hummed in agreement. There were things he needed to take care of, but right now, in the pleasant post orgasmic haze, he was content to put those off for a bit.

He closed his eyes and let himself drift on the soft rhythm of Anita’s breathing.

‘Yeah, this is a great way to relieve stress.’