Search for a housemaid's uniform and join the fun.

You walk to Blanche's room and look for her working clothes. There's only one wardrobe, so it's not hard to find the housemaid's uniforms. You quickly wonder if this counts as stealing, but then tell yourself you're silly - she's working for you, after all. You slip into the uniform and it feels almost natural to wear. Blanche herself is nowhere to be seen. Then you head back into the living room.

The scenery hasn't changed. Your guests are still making out, there's a lot of kissing and fondling, and clothes are being thrown to the ground. There are also still the women kneeling on your living room floor, sucking cocks.

You walk over to one of the couples, picking up a tray sitting there idly at the big table, and interrupting their foreplay. "Can I serve you anything?", you ask, smiling. The two stop kissing, looking at you and recognize you. Sabrina starts to giggle, while her husband Simon whistles at you approvingly. "You look, HOT!", he says, and flashes you a grin. "Hey, don't stare at the maid!", complains Sabrina, laughing, and reaches for his cock. "I am right here, and I can serve you much better!"

Both immediatly start kissing again, while Sabrina opens Simon's zipper, and you withdraw, happy to have stimulated them. For the next hour or so, you wander your party, dressed in the outfit of a "sexy housemaid", serving drinks to your friends, encouraging them to get even more physical, exchanging sex jokes, and subtly speeding up the process of turning this all into one giant orgy. Only one man dares to smack your ass, though, which, come to think of it, is a bit disappointing.

You just wonder if you should actively try to seduce one of your friends, as you suddenly feel firm hands reaching around your hip.

"There you are!", shouts Dave, who smells of wine, but in a good way, and whose shirt is unbuttoned. You moan and immediatly start to rub your butt against his hip. He laughs and spins you around.

"Hey everybody!", he shouts, and several heads turn (although, truth be told, quite a few couples are too busy). "Hey, look what we have here! My naughty housemaid is wandering the party unattended, flirting with the guests and making everybody even hornier than they are!"

You feel a strange fire rushing through your body as Dave calls you his "maid" and apparently is willing to carry on with this game.

"Doesn't she know that the only man who has a right to fuck her is the Master of the house?", David shouts, and now some more guests are turning their heads. There are jeers and laughs, and you feel yourself blushing a bit. "Dave!", you mumble softly, surprised about your husband using that kind of language and feeling aroused at the same time.

But your husband does not hear you or pretends not to: "What do you say, people? Shall I give her a good fucking?"

More shouts and laughs, and some applause. You look around. Almost everybody seems to have stopped what they were doing, looking at you, eyes glistening and gleaming in the semidarkness. You blush even more. This might be a bit more than you bargained for.

"Alright, slutty maid - bend over and grab your ankles!", orders Dave in a clear voice. By now, all the other sounds seem to have died down. "Dave, are you sure...?", you start, but your sentence is cut short and ends in a surprised shriek, as Dave suddenly slaps your ass.

"Bend over!", he booms, and his order is repeated by several voices in the room.

You do as he says, bending forward gracefully, grabbing your legs and you feel the maid's dress sliding down your upper body, leaving your ass all exposed to the room. Your head upside down, you watch how Dave opens his pants and takes out his cock, rubbing it. A move which is greeted by cheers and hoots from the audience.

Somebody turns a lamp so that it becomes a spotlight. You are about to get fucked by your husband, on stage, on display in front of all your friends and guests. "Look at that slutty maid!", shouts Dave. "Her pussy is glistening wet - she's horny, that bitch! She knows her duties as a housemaid!" More cheers. You realize that several of your friends have also taken their cocks out, masturbating to what they see. Some are being stroked by their wives or girlfriends.

Then Dave yanks at your costume and pulls it down over your head, plunging everything in darkness. You gasp in surprise, feeling even more exposed, half naked but unable to see anything. But there's not much time to think about all this, because Dave's cock enters you, sending waves of pleasure through your body, and quickly turning you into a moaning... well, a moaning slutty maid.

It doesn't even take long until you cum, screaming, for the first time, prompting more cheers and laughter and applause from the room, but Dave doesn't stop there. "Who wants to fuck my slutty maid after me?", he shouts, and the words, which normally would frighten you to the bone, just arouse you even more.

The rest of the evening passes in a very strange blur of orgasmic pleasure. From what you remember, it ends with everybody fucking everybody else. But you don't remember that much. Just Dave's cock, sending you over the edge several times, before you collapse on the floor and apparently are being passed on to one of your friends. You don't mind, because your mind is already in a higher state of bliss. There are cocks to stroke, and cocks to squeeze with your pussy, and cocks to suck, and it could all be a dream as well, if not for the salty taste on your lips, when you wake up in the morning. The strangest thing of all this might be the fact that you wake up in your bed.