The maid cleans up
by Intrepid  dalex1@att.net
She sexily demolishes eight guys all at once!


Donna was dressed in her very skimpy maid's uniform, which revealed plenty.
Black, revealing bra, fishnet stockings, white garters dressed deliciously
around her pile-driver thighs-use your imagination-you'll need it for what is
to come.

She was not overly tall or huge 5" 9" 165 pounds, her gorgeous, round , full
face was usually adorned with a modicum of makeup, yet she carried an air of
female intimidation about her.

The bad guys decided not to pay their bill. They could have simply skipped out
and been done with it. But attacking the maid with the intention of violating
her-that was going too far-they would regret it. She was a tempting woman
without a doubt.

Hers was a seductively formidable presence that is not easily explained, but
remains mysteriously effective..

She was a very strong woman, big but not the biggest, but formidable enough to
demolish eight bad guys.

No martial arts. No groin kicks. Just her ample body. She did it HER way.

Just ask her victims. If they can still talk.

Or if they can ever get over what she did to them

Here is how she did it.

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They were a salty looking bunch to begin with.

She knew she would be going up against the bad guys, sooner or later.

It would be sooner. Too bad for them!

They were so low that they planned to rob and assault the maid.

Not THIS maid.

The very first bad guy got the full treatment; he thought she was ONLY a
woman; she showed them just what kind of a woman she was!

Bad guy #1 found out the hard way. He thought he could make short work of her
with a quick body slam. It didn't work out that way. He managed to get his
arms around her, but that's about as far as it went.

She looked down at him and grinned, with her hands on her hips After much
grunting and trying to pull her down in a futile attempt to body-slam her ,
with his hands trying to grip her ample mid-section, she quickly tired of his
efforts. She gave a quick twist of her body and laughed as he lost his grip
and went down on the floor, landing squarely on his derriere.

She bent over him, revealing her delicious buns under her skimpy maid's
outfit, lifted him to his feet and spun him against the wall face first with
one powerful twirl. He started to sag toward the floor, but was fully
conscious but dazed as she stopped his slow descent by pinning him to the wall
with her gorgeous ass; she pounded her ass into his mid-section and as he
doubled over, smacked his face with her ass. Then she gave him another whack
in the stomach, his face, his stomach again. There was a mirror to the side
and it was fun to watch him flop back and forth under the non-stop
ass-pounding she was administering to him.

But with another bad guy rushing to confront her, she finished him off with
one more pounding and let him go down for the count.

The next baddie threw three wild roundhouse punches which she easily, despite
her heft, dodged. "My turn!" she giggled as she reached out and cracked him
across the jaw with a left, then grabbed the spinning fool with her right hand
and flung him back, where another left awaited him. She decreased the distance
between her swinging fist and her flinging arm until she was effortlessly
tossing him into her fist every second or so-wham, wham, wham! Then she let
him roll off her arm, caught him with the other, tossed him back, caught him
again, tossed him again. She was playing with him at this point, tossing,
punching and catching him again and again.

She saw two more guys coming at her, so she settled the issue by putting her
hands on the guy's shoulders and sent him spinning into the sandbags.

Donna no sooner had a delighted giggle at the poor sucker's expense than the
two other men tried to subdue her; one guy grabbed her arms from behind, while
the other, in front of her, reared back for a Sunday punch.

Even though she was a big woman, she was too quick for them both. With
lightning-like speed, she put her foot against the front man's stomach and
propelled him backward before he could deliver; the leverage sent her against
the other guy's body, and she quickly sandwiched him between the wall and her
voluptuous body, brought her foot straight down on his, sent a furious elbow
into his mid-section, and turned around and slapped him quickly into
submission. He went down FAST!!

Turning her attention to the front guy, who was struggling to his feet, she
quickly strode over to him and grabbed him by his shirt-front. With one hand,
she lifted him a foot into the air, let his feet hit the floor, and lifted him
again. She increased the pace and strength of her lifts, so that in short
order, she was jerking him up and down like a rag-doll, up, down, up, down,
over and over.

As she was elevating the guy to new heights, she saw yet another miscreant
trying to sneak up on her from the side. .FAT chance! While still bouncing guy
#1 up and down, she didn't even look at bad guy #2 as she flicked her fist at
him. Bye, bye, bad guy #2! He went head first into the big garbage can and
didn't even twitch after THAT one.

She kept bouncing the first guy up and down, as her frilly skirt kept pace;
her huge, firm breasts swelled with the sexual excitement of female conquest,
and her delicious thighs became warm as she felt a wonderful sensation akin to
orgasm as her hapless victim was turning to jelly under her relentless
onslaught.

Yet another guy was attempting the impossible; she let her vanquished
plaything go by tossing his now limp form into a pool of beauty mud and
letting him languish there.

Still, she couldn't resist laughing out loud as she watched him flounder in
the mud which surrounded but did not submerge him. "Sorry to ruin your suit!"
she giggled. He really was a crumpled, soiled mess in that pool.

The next guy stopped short in front of her and assumed a menacing, coiled
pose. She laughed at him and crooked her finger toward him. "Well, come on,
tough guy! You're no match for me!" she taunted.

The bad guy went at her by leaping at her. BIG mistake. She literally caught
him in her arms, and that's when he realized how big and strong she was. He
tried futilely to hold onto her, and her body was so solid, so firm. So
formidable that he tried to wriggle free and run away.

Nothing doing. She locked him into her iron-like embrace, so that he was
completely her prisoner. Donna turned round and round, and he was just along
for the ride. "Spin cycle!" she announced with rapturous glee. She was having
such a good time listening to his hapless whimpering and begging for mercy
that she wanted to keep going and going.

She DID!!

She whirled and twirled him, slowly increasing her vise-like grip on him. As
she did, Donna him up with one powerful arm as she slapped him again and
again. Her skirt licked her thighs as she spun, adding to her pleasure, and
her tits blossomed accordingly. She enjoyed watching his head jerk from side
to side with each slap, and she spun him around faster and faster as she
slapped him and slapped and slapped. She was totally demolishing the guy, and
demolished him even after he was demolished.

With another guy after her, she polished him off in her inimitable style.
Seeing something that she loved, she simply threw her victim in the direction
of a female mannequin dressed provocatively in sexy lingerie. The force of his
impact literally shook the feminine underwear loose, immediately falling on
and enveloping the man. The gaudy red wig on the mannequin then incongruously
fell on his head, effectively transforming him into a woman. He saw himself in
the mirror, uttered a defeated shriek, and passed out through sheer
humiliation.

Donna was beside herself with laughter as she playfully seized the next
desperado before he could even get off a punch. She stripped off her bra and
shoved his face into her rock-hard breasts until he gasped for breath, let him
regain his wind, smothered again, let him breathe, smothered him again. He was
begging to surrender, and she actually let him cry and plead for some time.
She enjoyed THAT almost a much as engulfing him with her enormous breast-
cannons.

She forced him to beg for mercy, shaking her huge weapons at him and savoring
his abject pleas. She jiggled her tits at him again and again, and he whined
and cried with increased supplication each time!

Donna slowly but firmly drew him to her, and locked him in a sexy, convincing,
passionate embrace. "I think you're kind of CUTE!! she purred seductively.

It worked. Her victim was becoming aroused, but remained terrified. She could
feel him trembling in her arms. She carefully placed her knee against his
crouch and slowly ground it until his erection assumed full height.

Then she let him have it. Still clutching her bra, dropped it to the floor and
began to whack him full force in the face with her rollicking tits.

Donna turned her body left and right, left and right, so that he caught her
breasts in the face, snapping his head from side to side; at the same time,
she rhythmically kept her knee grinding into his crotch, not painfully but
carefully, even softly. It was a careful, calculated erotic beating designed
to reduce her enemy to utter physical humiliation.

She beat him and jerked him off at the same time, without letup.

Donna added psychological humiliation to the mix. She forced him to admit he
was a girl, was her eternal slave, was a bad guy who would never amount to
anything, was a piece of shit, and was a wimp who was being beaten into Jello
by a beautiful girl.

She forced him to look at the half-dozen sprawled-out bad guys who had the
temerity to mess with her, all the while keeping her knee doing its fun,
clean, dirty work..

She switched from beating the bad guy with her tits to simply lifting him and
squishing his face into them and swishing him from side to side until the
vanquished foe began to cry uncontrollably as he ejaculated desperately into
his pants, making a mess of himself. She held him at a distance so as not to
get any of the stuff on her, but at the same time experienced such a mighty
orgasm herself that she inadvertently dropped him. He screwed the floor while
she quickly mounted his back and rubbed herself into ecstasy on the back of
his neck.. He was completely spent as she squeezed the last of her heavenly
sensations out by wrapping his head between her thighs and rocking him back
and forth until he lapsed into unconsciousness and she was in a state of
delirious happiness. She lifted his head by his hair.

"God, I really KNEED you!" she punned. "Let's do it AGAIN sometime!"

Donna took one more look around at her victims, all in various stages of
disarray, the conquered bad guys taken apart by one beautiful, awesome, strong
gal.

She danced around all of them, giving a quick kick to the rear of anyone who
stirred.

She looked at her watch and realized she was missing her favorite soap opera.
"Gotta go, guys! Talk to you later!"