Bill meets the maid

Another fantasy of mine...hope I can coax her to make it come true. Or cocks her...if you will.

The week went by with you having one night with Morgan, and Bill having the other. When she wasn’t with you, you took Janelle out. Though Morgan wasn’t fucking you, at least you were getting laid. On Thursday night, Janelle told you that Morgan had invited you and her out. You shrugged, deciding there was no way around this ruse for now.

The night went as usual. This double date was dinner, dancing and drinks. Morgan looked ravishing again, and hung all over Bill. She had on a red wig. They had made sure to make the club you all went to far away, nearer to Janelle’s. You were shocked to see a change in Janelle. She seemed very comfortable with you, and even held your arm now and then. She had a new sense of confidence. She and Morgan acted as if they grew up together. They were almost inseparable. A lot of the night, Janelle and Morgan would dance without you and Bill. They seemed to get all the attention. Of course, Morgan got most of the looks and flirting coming her way. However, Janelle was holding her own with the new sense of confidence. At one point they brought a group of people over. “This is my boyfriend,” Morgan pointed to Bill, you were shocked at the next statement, and it almost made you scream, “and this is Janelle’s boyfriend.” She stopped, realizing what she had just said. She turned to Janelle, “Is that ok to say,” she then turned to you and slapped your shoulder, “Oh, come on, you know it’s true,” she smiled, and went about chatting with the new group. You were livid, but just let it go. You’d get them back. You’re perverted ass just needed a plan. Maybe you’d put some of the video you captured of Bill and Morgan on-line, making them unwilling pornstars. You turned to Bill, and realized he’d probably love that. So you shook your head. You thought and thought as the night went on.

The night ended, and you followed Janelle to her car. Morgan and Bill came up behind you guys. They parked close, using Bill’s car. He had come with you, but Janelle drove with Morgan. When Morgan made a comment about going back to someone’s house, Janelle stopped her. “I think we are just gonna head back to my place,” she said. She gave Morgan a wink. You entered Janellle’s car and drove off, still peeved about the comment, but hiding it like a coward. As you drove, Janelle made a comment about how Bill had really calmed down in the past week. You brushed it off, saying he’d be back to his old ways. As Janelle turned into her apartment complex she smiled, “Well Morgan says that all it takes to calm him down is to fuck his brains out!” This made you even madder. What sucked, is that Janelle was only saying what people said all week. That Bill had been a different person in the last few days. It enraged you that this was because of your girlfriend. Everyone gave him comments for his new attitude. He just waved it off, saying he had the “best therapy”. You wanted to punch him.

Back at Janelle’s place, she told you to sit down, and grab a beer. She went into her room. Moments later she came out dressed like Wonder Woman. The tight top clung to her small breasts, and the muffin top of her gut hung over the short skirt. She had on high heeled boots. You found yourself wondering what Morgan would look like in that outfit. She twirled for you, “You like it, me and Morgan went shopping today.” She sat next to you and began to lift your shirt up. “She says she did some nurse roleplay thing with Bill and had the best sex of her life the entire night.” More comments that had you red in the face. You hadn’t watched past the “exam” portion, as you fell asleep from beating your little meat.

“You look amazing,” you told her. As you got between her legs, you closed your eyes and imagined it was Morgan, but the feel of her fat legs told you otherwise. After a few minutes of rather decent sex, thanks to your imagination, you found that Janelle was smiling. The two of you chatted on the couch and talked. Janelle kept checking her phone. It was Morgan, no doubt. Later, as the two of you went to bed, Janelle made a comment that almost made you lose it. “Morgan says that Bill does this stretching exercise with his dick. She says it makes it much bigger.” After a few more minutes, the two of you were online looking up the exercises.

“Did you tell her how big my dick was,” you asked. After all, Morgan already knew.

Janelle smiled. “I like your dick.” She pulled the covers over her. “And girls always talk. All Morgan ever does is talk about Bill’s wang. I told her yours was nice too.” Janelle rolled on top of you. She fell asleep, but you could not.

The next day, you went over the tapes from the night before. Since you had many camera feeds, and when you weren’t around, you taped everything like the pervert you were. It took massive amounts of space on your computer. You had several external hard-drives, one for each camera. They were all half-full of video. You constantly spent your free time editing and saving and cutting out footage you didn’t like. You’re entire porn collection was of your dominant male friend fucking your girlfriend. You masturbated to various footage each day. It was sad, but you no longer seemed to even think about it.

Last night’s video, and the various nights since Morgan had dressed up like the nurse were rather tame for Bill and your girlfriend. It was sex under the covers all week. A ton of moans, noises and whispers, but no money shots. All “deletable Morgan and Bill sex” as you called this useless footage. You even had pathetic names for your voyeurism. You were truly weird. It got you so hot to see your stronger more manly friend insert his cock inside your girlfriend. Whether it was her pussy, her ass or her mouth. You had various collections including “Bill and Morgan: Vacation Tapes”, “Bill and Morgan: Best Blowjob Vids”, and your favorite group, because you never got to experience it, “Bill and Morgan: Anal Sex Videos”. It was a vast pervert collection.

Friday night came and went. Morgan and you saw a movie. She let you peck her on the lips during the movie, and even kissed you back a little, but that was all. That night, she let you eat her out, and then gave you moisturizer to use in the bathroom to “help yourself”. She flashed you her boobs in a bra for an image, then went to sleep.

Saturday morning, Morgan got up early. She told you she had to work. This was weird, as she never worked Saturdays. You talked to a number of your friends. Everyone was going to the bar to watch the basketball game and have some beers. You found out that Bill was going too. So you arrived at the bar. The day went by rather slowly. You, Bill and your friends chatted and drank. At one point, it was you and Bill smoking. You noticed he kept checking his phone. “Where’s Morgan,” you asked.

“She had to work,” he shook his head, looking down at his phone. “She keeps bugging me,” He told you. He wouldn’t let up about what. The two of you went back inside. Finally, after another half hour, he looked at his phone for about the tenth time. “JESUS CHRIST,” he said.

“What’s up,” you asked intently. You wanted to know what she was doing to bug him. He still played the game that it was a different Morgan.

“She wants me to check on this new maid she has coming over,” he sighed, “I guess she doesn’t trust her.”

You let something spill that you shouldn’t. “What! She’s a crazy neat freak!” You realized that you said something that might make it known that you knew of their game.

Bill just looked up at the TV, not even flinching. “I know, it’s stupid. She cleans all the time. I have no idea why she got a maid.” He didn’t seem to notice your slip. Fifteen minutes later, he grabbed his coat, and said goodbye. He said he was going to check on the maid. Did Morgan give him a key to her house? Or maybe, the maid would let him in? It was weird all around. He mentioned that he’d be back in an hour. You went back to chatting with friends and drinking. The day was fun. You got pretty drunk. All of you went to another bar. You didn’t even notice that Bill hadn’t come back. It was several hours later, and you were drunk. Janelle was constantly texting you, and Morgan didn’t. You didn’t think about that fact for a second. It was Bill’s day with her after all. This acceptance of the game hadn’t even passed your loser mind in your drunken state.

You arrived home a little after two in the morning. You had closed the bar with your friends. You were really drunk. You were about to call Janelle over, when you thought about checking in on Bill and Morgan. You turned on all the feeds of the cameras and found them in the bedroom. The lights were off in the entire house. You had to use night-vision. Morgan was on top of Bill, they were both nude and over the covers. His hands were behind his head, and he slept with a wide smile. Morgan’s head was on his stomach, her eyes closed, and her mouth wide open. She was drooling and snoring on his stomach. You knew what this meant. From hours of tape, your loser ass knew that she had been all but fucked to passing out by Bill. Each time she drooled with her mouth open like that, it meant that he had railed her good.

Your little cock stood to attention in your pants. It strained against your zipper. You knew some good sex was on the tapes. You had perfected this program of hidden cameras so you could skip back to certain times. You checked your phone. Bill had left around one in the afternoon, right before half-time of the game. You had a quick thought, that made you confused. Hadn’t he left to go watch this maid, you realized. What had happened when he had went home? So you punched in the times when he would probably arrive. When you didn’t find him on the shots, you skipped forward. You could swear you saw someone moving, but the video moved to fast for you to tell. It was probably the maid, in fact.

That’s when you found the moment Bill entered the front door. It was around 1:20 p.m., about twenty minutes after he left. You switched to the feed of him coming in the door. You pressed play on the recorder. “Hello,” he called walking in hesitantly. .

“Oh hi,” you heard a voice call. It was a little distorted on the recorder.”I’m in the kitchen!”

You watched as he walked towards the kitchen. You saw from the side as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen. His eyes almost exploded. “Oh fuck yeah,” he shouted. The kitchen only had one good shot from outside the door so you switched to that. You had a view from behind Bill and over his shoulder. A girl on all fours was wiping the floor with a rag. You could see the same shot as Bill’s view. The girl’s ass was high in the air, her French maid outfit was skimpy It had frilly white around the base, In her current position, you could see the tops of white lace stockings as they came up just under the skirt. She had on white heels that wrapped around her ankles. On her head was a maid’s cap. Why had Morgan hired THIS girl? Then when the girl turned around you understood. You should have recognized the voice and the body as your own girlfriend, but something inside you couldn’t put it together. When her smiling face shown in the camera, you understood; this was another game. The sort of game where Bill was the winner and YOU were the loser. You then realized she probably bought this outfit when Janelle had bought the Wonder Woman outfit. You had totally forgot to ask what Morgan had bought the day they went shopping.

“HI,” Morgan smiled, “you must be Bill, Morgan told me you’d be coming over,” she said turning around and sitting on her heels. The top of the French maid outfit wasn’t as revealing as you expected, but it was still hot. To be honest, you didn’t care for the French maid thing, but Morgan had a way of making every outfit look hot. “I’m almost finished in the kitchen,” she smiled.

You half expected Bill to pounce on her. You would if you could. But your pathetic ass couldn’t so you merely watched with your little dick in hand. He merely ogled her body, “And who are you,” he leered.

“My name is Morgan, just like your girlfriend’s, isn’t that a coincidence.” She sure wasn’t good with coming up with other names. It was “other Morgan”, “nurse Morgan”, and now “French maid Morgan”. You didn’t care. It kept you in the reality that it was your girlfriend playing these slutty roles with your friend. She stood up and went to the fridge. “Would you like a beer Mister Bill!” She called him strangely. He nodded and watched, as you did, when Morgan opened the door to the fridge. She searched the top row, and then bent down slightly to check the second row. Her skirt rode up along her thigh, exposing the tops of the white stockings. The beers were always on the bottom row. You, Morgan and Bill knew that. “Hmmmm,” she said searching.

“They’re on the bottom shelf,” Bill smiled, never taking his gaze off her backside. It was still incredibly erotic for you to watch your friend ogle your girlfriend like a piece of meat. You were a pathetic voyeur who couldn’t get enough. You grunted as you’re cock jutted sperm onto the floor of your downstairs den. You decided to clean up later, as you knew this would be a long spank session. Besides, your sperm was thin and not very white, unlike Bill’s which always seemed thick and very white. You knew this because you had watched time and again as that cum had dribbled from Morgan’s cunt. You wondered if this meant something, but just brushed it off.

You cock stood at attention within a moment after cumming, which was strange, cause when you had sex with Janelle, you couldn’t get it up again. The reason for your instant re-boner, was because Morgan bent down to search the bottom shelf. Her skirt hiked up past her ass. You had a clear view of her white panties. You zoomed in, and could see the swollen folds of her cunt through the white panties. The bottoms of her asscheeks were equally mesmerizing. There was an unmistakable but small wet spot above her cuntlips. She stayed like that for a moment, even swaying her ass slowly. It was more than erotic. Your second small orgasm splashed on the floor. You actually gave your friend credit for being able to contain himself. You pressed pause on the recorder, and just kept the shot of her panty-covered ass from behind. You went to have a smoke, and regain some composure. Your heart was beating you were so excited. The fact that this excitement came from your girlfriend displaying herself for Bill never crossed your mind. After a beer, your little pecker was ready again. You had no pants on at this point. You weren’t going to need them. You sat on the couch in your den in the basement and set up your compute, with a beer in one hand and your dick in the other. Your phone kept buzzing, you checked it quickly to se Janelle was texting you several times. You put it back down. You weren’t interest in calling her over now. Tonight was going to be a spankfest. Your porn would be from the “Bill and Morgan: The Fantasy Tapes” collection. It was a new collection that included “Club Angel Morgan”, “Snow White Morgan”, “Nurse Morgan”, and now “Maid Morgan”. The fact that you were in NONE of these videos was lost on you. You checked the live feed to see them still sleeping, in the same position, then went back to the saved video. You pressed “play”.

Morgan grabbed a beer and stood up. She adjusted her skirt and walked over to Bill. She handed him a beer. He didn’t even try to grab her. Apparently, he was willing to let this play out. She walked over to the coffee table and picked up a feather duster. No one really used those anymore, and you guessed she picked it up from the same store she got the costume. It probably came with the costume actually. She told Bill to sit down and relax. She fluffed a pillow before he sat down and placed it behind his back. She helped him pull off his shoes, and told him to put his feet up and “take it easy”. She went about dusting the coffee table. She then moved to the TV and bent down again. She did it without bending her knees. You switched to the view from behind Bill. It was “Bill Vision” as your weird ass called it. Again, the perfect shot of her panty covered cunt and ass came into view. When you zoomed in, the wet spot seemed larger. “I already vacuumed the living room,” she called back turning her head with a smile. “Is there anything I can get you while I finish up!”

Bill leered at her. “There’s so much you can do for me!”

She shook her head playfully annoyed at the comment. “I SAID is there anything I can get you, maybe a sandwich!” Bill agreed, and Morgan walked to the kitchen. She went to the fridge and began pulling out turkey, and lettuce and tomatoes. Bill stood in the doorway and watched her make a sandwich. While it wasn’t erotic, something about your girlfriend making your friend a sandwich, like a good housewife made your cock erupt again. You were weird. There would be a lot of cleaning to do in your own house. You knew that “French maid Morgan” wouldn’t be the one doing it, however. She finished the sandwich and then replaced all the unused portions of the food back in the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of mayonnaise and lifted it. “You like mayo?” She asked.

Bill nodded, “I do!” He was letting it all happen.

Morgan popped open the top. “I love Mayo,” she squeezed some onto the sandwich. “I like a lot of it,” she said. “Nice and thick!” She closed the top. A small droplet was on the lid. She rubbed her index finger over the drop and wiped it onto the tip of her finger. She then brought the finger to her mouth. She turned back to Bill, and licked the mayo off her finger. Her tongue stud could be seen. It was too much for you, and you came on the floor again. You stopped the feed with the image of Morgan licking her finger seductively and went for another beer and cigarette. This was going to be an epic spank session. You came back minutes later and pressed play. You liked being able to stop, rewind and fast forward. It was better than having to watch it live. You might do this more often, you thought. Let them fuck, then watch it later. At this point, no other porn would do. It had to be “Bill and Morgan” porn for you to get off.

The video started again, and Morgan handed the plate with the sandwich to Bill. “Can I take a break,” she said.

Bill nodded. “Please do,” he smiled. He walked over and grabbed a bottle of wine from next to the fridge. “Have a drink,” he said and grabbed a glass from the shelf.

“Oh no, I couldn’t!” She waved her hands. But Bill pushed the glass towards her. She took it and sipped the wine. “Mister Bill, are you trying to get me drunk!”

He leered at her. “Maybe!” He sat down and began to eat the sandwich and drink a beer.

Morgan sat across from Bill. She crossed her legs. She sipped the wine and looked around the house. She said, “You guys have such a nice place,” she looked around some more and drank the wine. You watched as she casually opened her legs, with her head turned away. Bill had a perfect view of up her skirt. Her white panties seemed soaked now. She then quickly crossed her legs again. “Bill Vision” is great, you laughed to you pathetic self, never thinking that Bill had seen it all live. Bill finished the sandwich and got up to put the plate away. Morgan insisted on taking it to the kitchen herself. Bill followed like a puppy. She washed the dish and put it in the dishwasher.

Your friend had plans of his own, and reached for a bottle of vodka above the fridge. You don’t need that, you thought strangely. You were sure she was gonna fuck him no matter what. The fact that you were saying this about your girlfriend finally hit you, and your cock almost instantly exploded. You let the tape run, as you took another break. You smoked a cigarette and watched the video. You chugged another beer as well. Bill was pouring shots, and Morgan, as the maid, was resisting, but eventually giving in. She took several shots with him. Then, she allowed him to fill her glass of wine. She gave you a shock when she gulped down the glass, and held it out for him to pour another shot. What a naughty maid, you thought, your cock getting hard again. She drank the glass again. With a hiccup, she stated, “I’m almost done in here,” she smiled her face turning red. She was getting drunk, and fast. She walked out of the kitchen and stood, looking around the living room. She scratched her head, thinking of something to do.

“What is there left for you to do?” Bill walked up behind her, ogling her body in the French maid outfit. The outfit was becoming erotic to you as well. It was something about the submissive role that got you.

“Hmmm!” She tapped her chin with her finger. Her eyes lit up and she lifted her finger. “I forgot to suck your cock!” The statement almost caused your heart to stop. You were rock hard with anticipation. You watched from the feed facing the TV, as Morgan got on her hands and knees. Her demeanor had changed. Bill stood feet away. She crawled up and began to unbuckled his belt. She pulled it free from his pants and then unzipped his fly. She shimmied the pants down to his ankles. His massive erection was showing through his boxer briefs. She reached up and rubbed the visible shaft above his briefs. “I can’t forget to suck you cock. How stupid of me!” She pulled on the elastic waist band of his briefs and eased them down to join his pants around his ankles. His cock stood like a spear above her head. She pulled the cock down at the base with her left hand, and put her mouth over his tip. Her head moved forward and down his shaft. You zoomed in to see his cock inside her mouth. It made an impression as it slid down her throat. She was good at deep throating your friend by now. She reached the base, her mouth almost impossibly extended as it wrapped around his shaft. She didn’t even gag. Her right hand reached up and twirled his balls. Her left hand followed right behind her mouth as it moved up and down. The image of her hand on his balls and the other on his shaft as she pumped her head back and forth was both erotic and strangely hilarious. It looked like your girlfriend was truly playing Bill’s skin-flute.

Bill’s hand rested on her head. He gripped her hair tightly, but she didn’t let up her pace. His breathing was heavy, and his chest moved up and down. It was clear that he was going to cum in your girlfriend’s mouth. His hand gripped her maid cap tightly, and his knuckles almost turned white. His head went down, and his face scrunched up. You zoomed down, knowing what you were going to see. Sure enough Morgan’s throat was swallowing. Bill was cumming in her mouth, and by the looks of it, it was a huge load. You had the most intense orgasm of the night far away from Bill and Morgan, in your own house as you watched the scene. Your cum was out and on the floor before your friend was done emptying the contents of his balls in your girlfriend’s mouth. You pressed pause on an image of her throat which you zoomed in on. It was clearly swallowing Bill’s cum. You saved the image and took a twenty minute break. You made a sandwich, had a beer, and smoked again. When you sat back down, you looked at the image, and were instantly hard again. This was going to be your wallpaper. You saved the image and made it the screensaver. Content with the image of your girlfriend swallowing Bill’s cum as your screensaver, you opened the video again.

You pressed play. Bill’s cock finished filling Morgan’s stomach a moment later. She pulled her mouth off his dick and wiped a small droplet from her lips. She looked up at Bill and licked her finger clean. “Nice, thick and white, just like I love it!” She kissed his shaft and set his dick down.

Bill stood catching his breath. He was sweating profusely. He walked over the couch, well, actually he waddled with his pants still down. He plopped down to catch his breath. Morgan walked to the kitchen and grabbed him another beer. She set it down on the coffee table. She pointed to his pants. “You want me to wash those pants?” She asked. He shook his head, and pulled them up. She smiled. “Well, I guess I did just “clean” your dick.” She made fake quotation marks with her fingers and laughed. She walked away from Bill and went to another room. You were about to change feeds when you saw her walk past and into the kitchen with a basket filled with what looked like laundry. She opened the door to the back room and began throwing items into the washer. You could barely see her from any angle. You had no camera back there. “I’m gonna do a load of laundry,” she called, “I hope you don’t mind, I put something of my own in there. It was REAL dirty!” What the hell was she talking about? As she came back into the room, she had the same outfit on. Nothing was different. She walked towards the second bathroom and left the view of the camera Her house had two conjoined bathrooms. It was weird, but effective for two people to get ready for work or going out, or just to use at the same time. “I need to clean the other bathroom before I leave,” she called from the bathroom.

You wondered why she was still cleaning. Well, she was a neat freak, after all. She was probably using this as an excuse to clean the whole house. Bill was still catching his breath. He drank a full beer, and went to the deck to smoke. Several minutes past. Morgan was still in the bathroom. He seemed to be waiting for her. You where thinking the same thing as he was, probably. What was she doing? Bill went to the kitchen and grabbed another beer. Then he left the view of the cameras and entered the second bathroom.

Luckily you had put several cameras in this smaller bathroom. You never thought you’d need them, but today you would. The scene in the bathroom was more than you expected. Your little prick was hard again for like the tenth time in the night. Morgan had the door to the other bathroom open. She was on all fours washing the floor. You had the view from behind Bill, a camera you placed in a picture. You were getting good and drilling small holes for these undetected cameras. You once again had “Bill Vision”. You were happy that you did. Morgan was wiping a rag on the floor near the tub in the master bathroom. She was in the doorway between the two bathrooms. From this view, you could see the bottoms of her small ass-cheeks. She turned back and smiled at Bill, who was drinking his beer, looking down at her. She turned her head back and stood up. When she was on her feet, she looked down to the ground. “Oooops,” she cooed, “missed a spot!” She bent down again, not bending her legs, and reached down to the ground. She had amazing flexibility for such long legs. Her skirt came up. This time there were no panties to cover the slick, swollen, and very wet folds of her cunt. Her panties were the items she put in the wash. Her pussy almost shined in the light. It was ready to fuck, and to be fucked.

You watched Bill close his eyes and sniff the air. You had no doubt that he was taking in the sweet smell of her sex as it filled the room. You longed to have “Bill Smell” right at that point. He moved up behind her and grabbed her hips. This game was about to be over, you laughed. “She’s getting fucked,” you said taking a hall of a cigarette as you began to jerk your little pecker.

“Mr. Bill,” she said, playing the shocked card. She pulled herself up, or at least attempted to. Bill pushed her down, by pushing on her back. She reached and grabbed the edges of the tub. Bill was using his other hand to undo his pants again. He was pretty good at getting them off, and sliding them down. Next came his boxers. You switched to the feed from the wall in the master bathroom. It gave you a great view of them from the side with the door to the bedroom. Bill’s cock was massive and erect again. It was inches from her behind. “Looks like I’m getting a HUGE tip!” Morgan laughed. Bill pulled his cock down and aimed it between her cheeks. There was no missing the mark here, and you could hear the slight “slosh” when his cock entered her pussy. You watched, knowing what was next. You had observed them from this angle many times. You watched as inch after inch of your friend’s cock disappeared into your girlfriend. “Going, going…..GONE!” You lifted your hands in the air as you shouted watching Bill’s hips meet hers. He was buried to the hilt. She must have been dripping wet, because it seemed to slide right in. You cummed on the floor and pressed pause. You took another break. A cigarette, and a beer. You were wasted now. You sat back down and pressed play.

The video started up, and Bill’s dick began coming in and out of view. He was thrusting hard and fast. The sound of his hips hitting hers filled the bathroom. Morgan gripped the sides of the tub as best she could. Her head flung back, and her mouth hung open with her eyes closed tight. Bill added a new twist when he grabbed her hair tight and pulled back. She smiled and let out a loud moan. She liked it rough, apparently. This was quickly becoming one of your favorite “Bill and Morgan” videos. They weren’t making love, or having sex….they were FUCKING! And hard. Bill pumped harder and harder, until you saw his teeth clench. Morgan arched her back sensing what was happening. You knew she was feeling his cum fill her womb. The sound of small splashes on the floor confirmed that he had just cummed in your girlfriend’s pussy.

You had another orgasm. It was your twelfth of the night. More than ever before. You kept the video going. Morgan and Bill separated and talked. Bill sat on the toilet to catch his breath. Morgan went back to cleaning. She was scrubbing the floor of the cum. You finally pressed pause. You looked at the live feed. They were sleeping, now under the covers. The time difference between the live feed and the recorded video told you there was still several hours. You were exhausted and drunk, however, and the rest could be watched another day. For now, you closed the computer and went upstairs. You took your phone and noticed Janelle had texted you four times. You responded that you fell asleep. It was almost four in the morning at that point. You rested your head on the pillow. You fell asleep real quick. What a spank session.