Battling The Maid
by JimP
Getting frisky with the maid can be bad for your health


(c)Jim P 2021

I was at a bit of a loose end after the boss met a MILF with big tits and long
legs then took her to the hotel bar before a meal in the restaurant. The lucky
sod, she was a bit older than I liked but had a hot figure and good looks and
knew how to flaunt it. My attempt to hang around to keep an eye on him met a
firm nod of dismissal as he chatted up the sternly attractive mature woman. He
didn't want me playing gooseberry. I decided to go to our penthouse suite paid
for by the British tax payer courtesy of a sleazy minister who insisted he'd
'done nothing wrong' yet wanted the deal kept private. I had my own room
inside the suite where I planned to freshen up then go down to the hotel pool
or gym and get a hot date of my own. Failing that I'd settle down with a beer
and try to find something to watch on the crap you Brits call TV and listen
through headphones when he brought her back to bang.

Arriving on the top floor, I took my contactless card key and pressed it
against the reader. As the door opened and I entered, I was surprised to see a
maid inside cleaning who gave me a startled look over her shoulder.

'Oh, I'm sorry sir. I'll just finish off and leave you in peace,' she said in
one of those trailer-trash accents, I think you call it Essex'

She wore a French maid uniform, part of the appeal of exclusive hotels like
this. A black short-sleeved dress that came well above a nice pair of knees
with white lacy frills, a white half-apron with more white lace, and a small
white and black headpiece. Leaning over the coffee table to dust gave me an
eyeful down the front of a low-cut neckline of a very nice pair of puppies!
Slender eyes looked up with blue irises, magnified by the lenses of a
slim-line pair of spectacles to catch me looking. A tight smile spread on a
nice-shaped small mouth with thin lips that wore a subtle pale pink lipstick.
It was an infectious smile and I smiled back wondering what it would be like
kissing those lips.

'I'm sorry marm, I didn't mean to startle you.'

'That's OK sir,' she said standing up straight to face me.

Middle-aged with a small face that was long and narrow with large flat cheeks,
the edges forming deep creases that curved down to the tips of her lips. Her
nose was wide and prominent while her jaw was narrow and pointed with a deep
dimple. Sandy blonde hair was pulled away from her face and ears and tied into
a small mound at the back of her head. That severity was countered by a soft
loose fringe across her forehead. She wasn't bad looking, maybe a bit on the
plain side but well below my usual standard.

'I thought you cleaned in the morning when we are out'' I asked.

'Sorry sir,' she smiled 'We're a bit short-staffed what with everything going
on and we're running a bit behind today.'

At first I thought her tall with a nice slim willowy figure that sure looked
good in that uniform until I glanced down and saw shiny black slip-on
high-heeled shoes. They made her legs clad in sheer black nylon, look long,
slender, shapely and toned. The shape of the arch on the top of each foot was
beautiful and caught my eye.

'No, please carry on. Don't mind me,' I told her 'In fact, I insist.'

There was something about this ordinary working woman with a good figure and
long legs in a French maid's dress that made me want to study her some more.

'You want one'' I asked, opening the mini-bar.

'Sorry sir, we're not allowed to accept drinks from the guests.'

'Suit yourself,' I said taking out a beer.

Sitting down on the couch I watched as she worked and frankly enjoyed the
view. She had great legs with sexy muscled calves, not huge gym-rat vascular
ones but nice and feminine. With slim ankles the sides of her lower legs
sloped out to long beautiful curved sides of prominent hardness that reminded
me of two spade-blades next on each leg with a diamond-shaped cleft between
them and quite a deep edge. The elevated heels made the calve muscles
prominent and stand out. Even from the front they flared out like wings behind
her shin. Although I'm not keen on muscular women, these were beautifully
shaped and feminine which I found stimulating and kept me staring. Clad in
sheer black nylon stockings with a visible seam running vertically up the back
of each leg, the short dress was not very practical for cleaning and failed to
conceal the titillating appearance of matt black stocking tops whenever she
leant or stretched up to dust.

She wasn't as pretty as some the younger maids but wow she had great legs, a
good figure and a nice pair of breasts too. What more does a guy need'
Suddenly she bent forward to dust the under-shelf and the hem of her dress
rose to reveal not just stocking tops but a lot more! First there was the
sight of firm flesh of the tops of the back of her thighs, the contrast with
the sheer black nylon below was incredibly exciting. Over these were black
straps of suspender belts rising up towards the lower part of her buttocks,
which were tight and compact, with black thong briefs moulded tightly over her
pussy. I was sporting wood in a matter of seconds!

'You have this huge suite all to yourself'' she asked while I watched her
backside as she worked.

'Why' You want to move in with me'' I chuckled. 'No seriously, I'm the
bodyguard for an American diplomat here on business.'

'What kind of business'' she asked, her blue eyes magnified by her spectacles
bore into me like a stern teacher giving me an interrogation.

'Sorry, I can't answer that.'

'So why aren't you guarding his body''

'He met some woman during a tour and invited her back here for a drink and
something to eat.'

Those sexy stocking-sheathed legs with their long sweeping curves drove my
dick wild. I wanted to get my hands on them and get some relief. She leant
over the couch dust behind me.

'Hey babe, how'd you like to earn a few dollars on the side''

I reach over to pat her shapely rear but she turned around and thrust the
duster in my face.

'Please don't do that sir,' she scolded.

'Hey, you have to understand that guests pay top dollar here and expect a few
privileges on the side,' I told her reaching over again to feel her arse.

'I said no!' she dusted my face again. 'I mean it or it will be your body that
you will need to guard' she wagged a finger at me while magnified blue eyes
glare at me.

'Sit down,' I slap the cushion next to me.

I was pleased when she did as she was told. Even more so when she crossed her
legs causing the hem to rise to show off her long perfect blemish-free thighs
in full.

'Have you Brits heard of 'customer service''' I asked as I slid an arm around
her shoulders.'Well, I'm the customer and I need some service.'

I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a handful of dollars and shoved
it towards her.

'That's a little something for any inconvenience. You see I'm a caring and
considerate kinda guy.'

The blonde leant away while raising a hand to block me.

'I don't want your money. I'm not a whore!' she protested.

'Hey, you're the one wearing the saucy outfit!' I remarked placing a hand on
her knee.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her remove her shoes with one hand while
trying to hold me off with the other on my chest and leaning away from me. I
was puzzled as her left knee rose, bent away from me while angling the shin
and foot towards me but it was a great view of her stocking tops and buttocks.

'I said NO!'

Lust turned to shock as the sensational looking leg suddenly flew in a
backwards arc towards me. I cried out as the heel of her foot slammed into my
balls. She had quite large feet for a woman, probably a size 10 (that's size 8
to you Brits) and it hurt like blazes.

'Bitch!' I swore as my body hunched forwards and my hands cupped my groin.

'What did you call me'' she growled. There was a pause then a sarcastic 'sir'.

I looked at the maid to hurl another insult but froze at the sight of
magnified blue eyes glaring at me in a stony face with a hard set to her small
pert mouth. There was something dominant about the mature blonde's expression
and I was surprised as my cock lurched! Before I could even ponder this she
had bent her knee back once more as she leant into the side of the couch.

'Bastard!' she swore.

In shock I saw that foot hurtle towards me in another backward arc aiming
higher then the sole of her nylon-clad foot rocketed beneath my chin to stomp
hard across my throat. The force of the kick slammed me into the back cushion
with her foot pinning my neck and choking me!

'Not much of a bodyguard if you can't guard your own body,' the maid sneered
with a chilling amplified stare and a mocking smirk that pushed up the corners
of her small mouth.

I had a wild desire to kiss it except I was choking beneath a foot lodged hard
against my throat. I tried but I couldn't budge it. The more I tried to pull
her foot away the harder it pressed me against the back cushion with my head
swimming. This woman was so dominant I felt my cock surge again!

'So you better keep your hands to yourself. Sir.'

WPC Sally Wilkinson tracked the diplomatic plates of the Jag Marianne saw at
the mansion of a sleaze-ball pal of a minister who scored a pile of public
money intended for medical protection equipment [JIMP#070]. It belonged to an
American jeweller who specialised in rare diamonds for the ultra-rich with a
shady history but pardoned by the President, who just so happened to be a
golfing buddy. Maybe he was making jewel encrusted masks' The man had bragged
about his visit on social media and the lavish apartment suite he had been
given in a highly prestigious London hotel along with photos that enabled me
to identify which one.

Along with my sister in-law, Marianne, who was a bit too keen for some action
for my liking, I got a train down to the city. The hotel was very snobby with
men on the door to keep out the riff-raff, but we managed to tailgate through
the staff entrance. I suggested we split up to do a bit of reconnaissance, but
when we met up again later in an unused room she had found unlocked in the
basement, I was surprised to find her dressed as a French maid.

'Where did you steal that'' I asked, admiring her lines in the short outfit.

'Borrowed it from a staff laundry cupboard.'

'You'll get into trouble if they find you dressed like that,' I remarked.
'Besides it's a bit revealing,' I added trying not to stare at the amount of
bosom and cleavage on display.

'Well stop looking then,' she replied. 'Besides, I have this.'

She pulled out a card key which she held up with a smile that spread her small
mouth, raising her cheeks and making her look quite pretty.

'This lets me into the penthouse suite where he is staying,' she beamed. 'I'm
going to clean his room. I can't help moving his stuff to dust can I'' she
gave me another adorable smile.

'Are they stockings'' I asked noticing the seams at the back of her legs as
she turned for the door.

'Finest quality. Feel them,' she said raising her right leg across the front
of my belly, slightly bent at the knee and placing the sole of a high heeled
shoe on the door frame penning me in.

I stared at the incredibly sexy leg right before me. Grabbing my right hand
and placing it on her thighs, she began sliding it up and down the silky
smooth nylon.

'Feel it, feel how smooth and sexy it is under your hand," she urged in a
sensual voice.

I felt the firm hard outer thighs beneath the sheer nylon that rasped slightly
beneath my palm and her large beautifully shaped calves behind the long
straight shin. Mesmerised by the flawless beauty of her legs, I just stood
there enthralled.

A hand darted to the front of my trousers and before I could stop her, took
hold of the stiffness that had formed there.

'I still can't get over how men find my legs attractive when none would
normally look twice at me,' she told me staring straight into my eyes while
her hand worked my trouser sausage.

'Marianne,' I gasped and leant in to kiss her.

A firm press of her other hand on my chest stopped me.

'You're going to cum in your pants again if you keep feeling up your sister
in-law' she chuckled then lowered her tempting leg and arousing hand. 'Now go
and keep a look out for Jag-man while I clean his room.'

Although I wasn't keen on the idea, I let her go. I mean how much trouble
could my sister in-law get into as a maid'

The foot dropped from my throat leaving me coughing and spluttering as the
mature maid began to get up. The skirt had rucked up during the struggle
revealing a sensational arse wearing thong briefs. My cock twitched reminding
me of my need for female company. Reaching out to grab her, I pulled her back
onto the couch.

'You'll give me what I want and you give it right now,' I snarled as she
struggled in my grip.

Managing to get onto her knees, she twisted away from me. As she did, her
right leg rose bent back at the knee.

'HAI!' the shout was unexpected and made me jump.

A long shapely stocking-sheathed leg rocketed backwards in the limited space
between us with surprising suppleness. I yelped as the heel of her foot
pounded my left temple in a back-kick that packed a surprising amount of
power. My face whipped from one side to the other shaking up my senses with a
bad ache in the top of my head.

Turning to face me, the blonde seized both my wrists with a firm grip. Her
glasses magnified her small blue eyes making them look scary while the
features of her face were hard and stony with a toughness that sent shivers
down my spine and stiffened my rod.

'I warned you to keep your hands to yourself,' she stated with that small
thin-lipped mouth.

I needed to kiss those lips and leant in to do so.

'HAI!'

That shout actually made my cock lurch! With the hem of her dress rising above
her stocking tops and stunning flexibility, her right knee lifted above my arm
with a tantalising glimpse of skimpy briefs moulded tightly to her crotch. The
limber leg unfurled like a snake, kicking clean over the top of my restrained
arm. It felt like an explosion had gone off inside my head as the top of her
foot clubbed around the top of my head like a baseball bat with such
blistering speed and shocking power it hurled me against the back-cushion in a
daze.

Without pause, the maid's left leg dropped onto the top of my chest then slid
to my throat to pin me down while her right leg lifts into the air. For a
moment I'm mesmerised by the wondrous long curves of the raised leg, so
erotically alluring as it glistens with the light reflecting of the nylon
sheen.

'You should re-think your attitude to women. Sir,' she told me looking stern
and dominant with that fierce glare on her face. 'Women don't like being
treated like tarts and I'm more than willing to kick your butt. HAI!'

A streak of light fell then I bellowed as the back of her heel pounded my
balls like a sledgehammer, bringing tears to my eyes. Instinctively my head
and chest tried to rise forwards only to choke myself on the foot on my
throat.

'I've a good mind to break your balls permanently,' the cocksure maid stated
as her hard features continued to glare at me through her glasses whilst a
smug smirk touched her very kissable pert lips.

Sitting on the end of the couch facing me, the blonde pulled back her
sensationally long legs before her while I groaned in agony, clutching my
balls with one hand and my throat with the other.

'But I think I'll just smash your face for now.'

I glanced up and saw her lovely arched feet pointing at me.

"HAI!"

Rushing towards me, the soles of both feet slammed simultaneously into the
right side of my face. Her right foot pounded the side of my jaw like a
jack-hammer distorting my mouth as it knocks it sideways, while the other
hammered my upper cheek leaving it bruised and aching. With an aching face I
was bodily blasted into the corner of the couch.

Loitering in the seating area of the grandiose lobby pretending to read a
high-end newspaper, I spotted the jeweller enter the hotel. Putting down the
paper, I rose intending to intercept him before he got to the reception desk.
That was scuppered by the appearance of a tall well-built man in a jacket who
kept glancing around as if looking out for potential threats. He had a
bodyguard!

Just then, in walked a stunning mature woman with elegantly coiffured blonde
shoulder length hair stylishly brushed back behind the ears at the sides of a
long but slender small-sized face with a shallow rounded chin. The expanse of
her forehead was softened by a loose fringe above a face smoulderingly sexy
with a natural elegance yet tempered by a sour-faced aloofness which was quite
sexy in it's own right. She looked glamorous with bright pink lipstick
glossing slim sensuously shaped lips that remained tight with superior
smugness. Slender blue eyes stared with a hawk-like intensity over a long
sleek nose to which thin blonde eyebrows were set a slight angle adding to the
overall severity. Those eyes were ringed by a touch of eyeliner and black
mascara on her lashes while a large stylish pearl necklace hung around a long
elegant neck with large matching pearl stud earrings.

Every male eye followed her as black stiletto heeled slip-on shoes with sharp
toes that made her look over 6' tall click-clattered across the lobby. With
the stuck-up air of arrogance that women have when they know they are
attractive and confidently expect all men to stare at them so have no need to
check, she followed the American. An elegant blue knee-length skirt clung
tightly around the front of her legs, hinting at long slim thighs as they step
forward. The elevation of her heels emphasised long and slender lower legs
that had a nice shape to them along with a hint of hard muscle in her calves
that flexed as she walked. An elegantly classy looking white blouse with thin
vertical black stripes had long sleeves, was double-breasted with two columns
of widely spaced buttons. The top couple of rows were undone to reveal the
start of an eye-catching deep cleavage. Even so, it was very clear to every
man in the room that she was sensationally well-endowed. So much so that they
stretched the blouse tightly over the ample well-rounded contours so that
large prominent nipples pushed out the fabric. Either that or she deliberately
wore a smaller size to give that effect! Their sheer size seemed all the more
dramatic and cock-blasting due to the fact that she had quite a slim torso
behind it. I recognised her as the dental receptionist, Sonia [JIMP#034], a
very dominant cougar who gave me a real hard time in more ways than one!

Refusing to acknowledge the existence of any other man in the lobby in a very
aloof manner, I saw the expression of shock as she noticed me and stared
through slender black-framed glasses as she walks past. Catching up with the
American, she spoke with him then turns and heads my way, looking none too
pleased. Coming right up close, I was surprised when she hooked an arm through
one of mine then forcibly marched me into a nearby corridor where the
cloakrooms were. With surprising force she swung me around and slammed my back
against the wall.

'What the hell are you doing here'' she hissed angrily in a seductively low
timbered voice.

She was such a stern but sexy woman I was speechless in her presence.

'I know a Private Eye couldn't afford to stay here so you're up to something,'
she accused with a sour expression.

'Nice to see you too, Sonia,' I replied. 'I could ask you the same thing. I'm
sure a dental receptionist couldn't afford it either.'

Her eyebrows rose in indignation and her stare got fiercer. She really was an
incredible attractive but sour-faced cougar.

'Not that it's any of your business but I gave that up after they clamped
things down after your little escapade.'

'So what are you doing now''

Her glare became blazing and I inhaled sharply as a hard knee slid between the
inside of my upper thighs and pressed firmly against my balls.

'Keep out of my way,' The elegantly made-up woman hissed bringing her face so
close that I had to resist the urge to kiss her for fear of that hard knee
mashing my balls. 'Or I'll make you wish you were never born.'

With that she gave me a long deep kiss while sliding the thigh above her knee
back and forth between my legs rubbing across the underside of my shaft and
balls. Her tongue flicked around my lower face while the top of her knee
massaged my dick into a raging erection. A man like me doesn't stand a chance
against a smouldering hot cougar like her. Succumbing to her undeniable charms
I tried to wrap my arms around the mature sex-bomb to pull her closer to kiss
passionately.

'HUH!'

Long slender hands rose and fell in the blink of an eye, firmly chopping one
side of my neck then the other sending jolts of electric pain throughout my
nervous system.

'There,' she exclaimed staring into my eyes with a smug smile as a hand stole
to the front of my trousers and had a good feel of her handiwork.

'Do you just want to pop in the gents and you know,' she rolled her fingers
into a tube and jerked her hand up and down quickly while her eyes sparkled
with amusement. 'Wank one off. It will be quite a big one by the look of it.
That should keep you out of my way for a bit,' her slim-line mouth broke into
a smile that showed perfect white teeth. 'After all you can't walk around a
posh hotel with a blooming tent like that in your trousers,' she chuckled then
leant into to give me a deep kiss that had me struggling not to cream myself!

Suddenly she began glancing around with an odd nervousness then leant close.
It was hard not to look down her firm thrusting cleavage before looking into
those blue eyes.

'Don't get on the wrong side of me,' she told me while slipping what looked
like a business card into the top of my jacket pocket.

'Don't look at it until you're well away from here or we're both dead,' she
whispered in my ear.

Turning on her heels without a glance back, she left me to return towards the
lobby and no doubt draw men's eyes again. She was right though. With such an
absolute raging hard-on I couldn't follow and there was no other way up to the
higher floors from here. I had to hide out in the gent's and wait an absolute
age for the blooming thing to go down!

A perfect peach of an arse hovered before me as the maid rose to her feet.
She'd taken me by surprise with some self-defence crap but never again. That
backside and the back of those sexy long legs stoked my needs.

'Please sir, stay seated,' the blonde warned, turning around to face me as I
got off the couch.

'Hey babe. In my country what the customer wants, the customer gets.'

'Well we ain't in your country,' she wagged a finger at me like a school
ma'am. 'Sit back down or I'll put you down.'

Those magnified blue eyes and tight-set mouth glowered with severe intensity
that was also very stimulating but I refused to be cowed.

'You're just a servant,' I swung back my right hand to put her in her place
with a hard back-hander but she wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

'Men hit women in your country do they'' she sneered 'Well I hit back...hard.'

'I'm warning you, I'm a professional bodyguard,' I told her, my eyes running
up and down her sensationally stocking-clad legs, slim trim figure and nice
breasts.

'Oi! Keep your eyes to yourself, mate. I'm trained in self-defence and have
taken down much bigger men than you.'

The maid glared at me through her glasses with a look of disdain on a hard
emotionless face. It unnerved me that she looked so confident when men I'd
faced were usually scared.

'You'd be quite pretty if you made yourself up and let down your hair,' I told
her reaching out to gently stroke her cheek.

Abruptly brushing my hand away the mature maid raised her hands and clenched
them tightly into fists. Hardly dainty, her hands were long and slender
although quite wide across the knuckles which were prominent and quite bony.
They could cause a lot of damage and her tough no-nonsense look and air of
confidence was almost intimidating yet excited me. She puffed up her chest
causing well-rounded orbs of desire to swell up in the low neckline, I just
wanted to stick my face between them.

'You're ain't oppressing me by forcing me to wear make-up.'

'You're just ignorant trailer-trash. You'll do as I say.'

I swung the back of my right hand towards her to teach her respect. Without
flinching, her left arm whipped up vertically to block the blow with her
forearm. Before I could counter-react, her hand closed around my wrist in a
firm grip. Pulling it towards her she stretched my arm straight then I watched
in shock as her long right leg rose. Glistening with the lights reflected off
the nylon sheen, the knee rose almost level with her chest. I readied my free
arm to block the kick, confident that I could stop it. After all she was just
a maid.

'HAI!'

The stocking-clad leg straightened in a blur, the foot angling down way too
low for me to block. I cried out as the sole of her foot powered into the back
of my right knee forcing the leg to nearly collapse if she hadn't had hold of
my wrist.

Swinging myself around, I lifted my left foot for a high sidekick but yelped
as she twisted my wrist causing my kick to fail. Her knee rose and the lower
leg shot out again towards my middle.

'HAI!'

I tensed my abs confident of handling a kick from a mere maid. With an eyeful
of stocking tops, suspenders and tightly-stretched briefs, the top of a long
shin cracked horizontally across my mid section. Jeez! grunting loudly, my abs
manage to absorb the surprisingly powerful kick that would have winded an
ordinary man but found myself creasing forward trying to hold in my breath. I
can't believe how fast and powerful, this leggy mature maid can kick. Those
long slim legs packed one hell of a kick. It's like she swung a baseball bat
across my belly!

'HAI!'

Pulling back her shin to the knee it streaked out again in a round kick to the
side of my rib cage. The top of her foot slammed so hard against my side, I
gasped at the burning stinging sensation. My free hand clutched my side and I
winced at the soreness.

Instinctively leaning the rest of my torso over to protect it from further
hurt left me off-guard. That knee rose again in front of my face.

'This maid is going to do some cleaning up,' the slender blonde with the
glasses stated.

It was hard not to be distracted by the length of that slender leg with long
sensual sweeping curves sheathed in sheer black nylon from her toes to
mid-thigh, the matt black band of the stocking tops and the bare top of her
thighs above. The mocking smirk on her plain face, that was getting appealing
by the minute, showed that was exactly the intended effect.

'HAI!'

A lightning bolt of sleek leg shot forward at tremendous speed in a front snap
kick. I tensed my abs again and steeled myself but was unprepared for the
sheer power of the kick. I wailed as the sole of her foot pounded my belly
like a large mallet and ripped it's way painfully through my abs. That slim
leg may look soft and silky sheathed in nylon, but hit loud and hard. It was
intensely painful and I couldn't stop the explosion of air from my lips as
shock-waves of pain wrecked my body. The power of the kick brutally emptied
the air from my lungs with such force, my legs gave way and I collapsed to the
floor, badly winded and gasping for breath at her feet.

'I warned you, mate,' the mature blonde looked down at me, self-satisfied with
her hands on her slender hips.

The stomach cramps were crippling as I stared with longing at the wonderful
shape caused by her large calves but was mortified by getting my ass whopped
by a mature maid! Fighting through the pain and difficulty in breathing, I
made a grab towards her leg intending to pull her down and overpower her with
my superior strength and greater weight. Still debilitated, I moved too slow
and she caught my wrist, twisted it upright then pressed my hand back using
just one hand! She looked down at me with a smug grin upon her stony face
which caused a lurch in my pants. Dominating me with a wrist-lock she forced
me to my feet while keeping my arm captive and pointing vertical.

'Men! You think you're so tough,' she teased. 'But you are total wimps when it
comes down to it.'

Trying to block out the pain in my gut I balled the fist of my free hand and
sent it blasting right into her belly. There was a bit of resistance as if she
had a firm toned stomach but not enough to stop it. A satisfying wail escaped
her lips as it drove into her belly and she creased over with a red-faced look
of desperation and tears welling from screwed up eyes. Her grip upon my wrist
loosened and I turned the tables grabbing hold of her and bodily throwing onto
the top of a corner unit where she cowered in fear, badly winded and shaken. I
stood over her and raised my fist like Thor's hammer.

'Now I'm going to finish this,' I snarled enjoying the look of terror in her
eyes. 'And take what I want.'

Have you any idea how embarrassing it is to hang around the gent's waiting for
an erection to go down' Eventually it got to the point where I just had to
risk it and returned to the lobby but saw no sign of Sonia or the American. I
spotted the bodyguard standing at the bar of the restaurant so went across to
pretend to look at the menu on display by the door. Do privileged people
really pay those prices!

Then I saw the sultry cougar with the American. The next row of buttons on her
blouse had been undone allowing the front to open very low and wide. Sonia had
a lot to show and did so in a manner that retained a sophisticated elegance
yet set most men's dicks beating like drumsticks inside their pants at the
large full rounded orbs, dark cleavage and the way the bottom of her breasts
curved away before vanishing into her top. Along with that sensual but acerbic
face the jeweller was caught hook, line, and sinker. Sitting on a bar stool,
staring rapturously into his face she crossed her long legs with a rasp of
sheer nylon and a hint of stocking tops. He doesn't have a chance and his eyes
steal a glance at her sensational legs as a triumphant smile touches her
bright pink lips.

He can't resist her. She maybe rather mature and sharp-faced but she is
extremely seductive working her feminine allure on him with a stern
sophistication. I want to go over to talk with him but Sonia's eyes catch mine
and give me a hard menacing stare to back off. He suggests they take a table
to dine then dismisses his bodyguard who drinks up then walks past heading for
the lifts. In alarm I realise he is probably going back to their suite and
text Marianne to get out of there. I decide to enter the bar and hang around
for an opportunity to speak with the jeweller but the posh bouncer on the door
makes it clear that they didn't want my 'type' in there to upset the knobs
willing to pay the exorbitant prices for tiny meals artfully arranged on a
slate but far from filling.

Sonia glanced in my direction again and failed to conceal a flinch of fear.
Then I realised she was looking off to the side of me. Glancing carefully in
that direction I saw another woman watching her like a hawk. Around 5'10, she
had a huge solid looking build that seemed largely obese until I noticed her
thick arms, which were bare, were firm with a huge hard swell around the
middle of the upper arm that surely couldn't be her biceps because they would
be absolute massive. Her most outstanding feature were absolutely wide and
low-hanging enormous breasts, proudly shown off with a low neckline. Her face
was plain and severe looking with large-framed spectacles while brown hair was
worn in a ponytail. I got an impression of menace and that she wasn't the sort
of person to mess with.

Not getting a text back from my sister in-law, I began to worry and decided
I'd better head up to check she wasn't in any trouble.

The maid was trapped on a corner unit. I reached out my right arm to get a
feel of her nicely-sized breasts. Damnation, she was fast! Her sexy long legs
flashed up on either side of my arm and immobilised it in a tight
scissor-hold. Pressing the top of her right foot across my throat she then
hooked the lower part of her left leg over her right shin with the back of her
meaty shapely calves pressing against the back of my neck. Jeez this
working-class woman's got some skills! she was scissoring both my arm and neck
at the same time! Those feet were strong as they tightened around my neck and
in alarm realised that they were choking me! With my free hand, I grabbed at
her lower legs but they held fast. Feeling dizzy and trying not to panic I
pushed myself as close as I could to get a good grip on her waist. Pushing
myself backwards I let my greater bodyweight pull her from the unit while
reducing the shock of her weight upon my neck. As I'd hoped the scissors fell
apart as she dropped. Crying out as her back hit the floor, I moved in close
to grab her wrists to pin them. Before I could, she kicked up both legs
covering her face, bending almost double at the waist with outstanding
flexibility, making it hard to keep hold of her hands. Staring down at the
backs of her long legs clad in sheer black stockings like an arousing second
skin was a costly distraction. They dropped hard and fast, the heavy weight of
her meaty calves pounded the join of my neck on both sides sending me tumbling
to the floor.

A flash of movement as those nylon-clad beauties rose and fell again. Flinging
myself to one side I narrowly missed getting my balls stomped by those feet
which instead hit the carpet. I rolled and got to my feet to find the leggy
maid had done the same and was heading towards the door.

'Oh no you don't!' I said intercepting her and pulling her close with my arms
around her waist. 'Something's not right here, you're too old to be a maid
here.'

'That's ageist," she gasped struggling in my arms.

'Nor pretty enough although you're not bad looking. No offence.'

'Offence taken.'

'Who are you' You don't look like an Apsara.'

'A what'' she looks confused.

'Where did you learn to fight like that'' I asked while raising the hem of her
dress, unable to resist feeling the bare skin at the top of her thigh. The
thigh jerked beneath my palm and excruciating agony ripped through my balls as
my hand was pounded upward into them while a palm slammed against my chin,
pushing my face back onto my shoulders to look up at the ceiling.

'Jesus H. Christ!' I gasp crumpling in agony cupping horribly aching balls.
That knee was hard and unforgiving, like a medicine ball thrown at my groin.

'The Salvation Army,' the blonde sneered with a tight smile savouring my pain
as I hunched over before her.

Hand on hip, the maid stared down at me with a fierce look, amplified by her
glasses of cold-hearted hardness that was both chilling and arousing at the
same time. Pivoting on one foot, she spun right around with her right knee
raising before her and led by the long shin and shapely calves near-horizontal
giving me an arousing glimpse along stocking-clad inner thighs to skimpy
panties at her crotch as the sole of the foot aimed right at my face.

'HAI!'

She was so fast I didn't have a chance. The sole of her foot felt like an iron
wrapped in nylon, crushing my chin and mouth. A shock-wave of power rippled
across my face, mashing my mouth out of shape while whipping my head around so
hard it scrambled my senses.

In a complete daze with eyes out of focus I staggered backwards until the back
of my legs tripped over the front of the couch and I fell into it's embrace.
For a moment I just sat there feeling my jaw as my vision cleared enough to
admire the maid's sexy but dangerous legs.

'Enough! Or I'm going to have to hurt you,' I told her as she approached.

'I'd like to see you try,' she growled with a withering expression.

'Right!' I snarled and bunching my fists I started to rise to fix her.

'HAI!'

Spinning her back to me, her right knee snapped to waist height with a glimpse
of panties covering a nice peach of a backside. Then the foot rocketed back in
a flash. My hands flew to my crotch to cup over it but the dark blur streaked
up at the last micro-second and a nylon-covered battering ram pounded my face
in an explosion of blood and pain.

Bending forwards clutching my face with my hands I saw that knee bob up again
trailing a long shin.

'HAI!'

A black nylon streak pulsed straight towards my face. I threw myself quickly
to the side and felt the displaced air as the foot narrowly missed my face.
The back cushion erupted in an explosion of stuffing and I tried not to think
about if my face had been in that place!

Leaping off the couch and into a fighting stance, I realised this was no
longer a game.

'HAI!'

Maintaining her steely glare, a blur of motion flashed forward in a front snap
kick towards my groin. Distracted by a glimpse of suspenders and bouncing
breasts, I barely managed to kick my leg up in time to block it with the side
of my shin before she mashed my balls again. She was scarily fast and that
kick stung!

Before she could kick again I moved in and threw a punch. She cried out as my
big fist pummelled her right cheek with a satisfying sound. Her head jerked
back hard and she staggered a bit but didn't go down. She opened her pretty
little mouth to cuss at me and I threw another punch to gladly shut it. She
swiftly leant aside so my fist sailed over her right shoulder while her own
fist curved up from beneath my arm.

'HAI!'

With a tight set face of controlled anger, bony knuckles delivered a crushing
uppercut to the underside of my jaw. My head snapped back in a daze with black
spots in my vision. Before I could attack, her right knee rose again, level
with her waist and I quickly kicked out to block it.

'YAH!'

My foot had barely left the floor when a stocking-clad guided missile streaked
high towards me in a side kick. The sole of her foot slammed into my right
cheek like a thunderbolt, mashing my mouth and twisting my face around so
quickly I nearly lost balance as I stumbled back until her hands clasped
around my right wrist to stop me. Twisting my wrist, I was forced to look
down.

'HAI!'

A flash of stocking tops and bare upper leg streaked right across my face.
With great flexibility, the top of the foot clubbed me high upon the temple on
the opposite of my head. My eyes went right out of focus and I stumbled back
with my head ringing with the astonishingly hard kick.

My vision briefly cleared to see magnified hard-staring slender blue eyes set
in a stern-looking quite attractive woman-next-door face of such steely
determination and self-confidence, I actually felt fear although my dick was
iron-hard.

'HAI!'

A glimpse of tightly stretched panties at her crotch as a lean high-spinning
leg arcs around backwards while the hem of the dress rucks around her hips.
Pain explodes in my mouth as I'm forced to taste nylon as the sole pounds my
mouth so hard I taste blood as the inside of my lips cut upon my teeth.

I stumble back with my head spinning, only to look up and see that stony
merciless face as the leggy maid took a single step forwards.

'YAH!'

Without pause, a knee lifted. A brief glimpse of bare upper thighs and tightly
stretched panties then a sleek dark blur of fast-rising agony. My face bursts
into a world of hurt as a front high-kick pounds a nylon-covered sole right in
the middle of it. It's upward momentum snapped my head back so hard I was
looking up at the ceiling among large dark spots that threatened to take me as
I lurch back.

'HAI!'

I was so dazed I didn't even see her step forwards again as the top of a foot
cracks around the top of my head blitzing my vision.

'HAI!'

A high arcing side-kick slams the top of her foot right across my mouth.

'HAI!'

The sole of her foot hammers my cheek with a high side-kick.

Caught in a mind-numbing constant barrage of female leggy power, I try to
fight back but I don't stand a chance. Each kick is blindingly fast and strong
but not enough to put me down. I realise that she is literally kicking me
across the length of the apartment suite, just because she can!

'YAH!'

Another lightning fast flexible high kick pounds my face, rocking it back
hard, forcing me to step back.

'HAI!'

As my stunned head bobbed forwards again it is met by a high-kicking speeding
foot that blasted it back again, devastating my face with shocking power.

'HiYaa!'

An explosion of pain as her luscious, silky foot smashes me square in the face
leaving my head bobbing back and forth like one of those toy nodding dogs you
used to see rear shelf of cars.

'YAH!'

Another high-powered kick blasts my head back like the leggy maid was using it
like a punch-bag. The continual hail of high-speed kicks had scrambled my
senses so much I couldn't think and all I could do was stand there and watch a
sleek long sexy stocking-clad leg rocket up to hammer a foot into my face.

'HAI!'

A quick glimpse of stocking tops and bare leg tops rising fast skyward then my
face is pounded over the back of my shoulders once more. I would have fallen
if she hadn't caught my wrist and held my arm firmly.

'YAH!"

Suddenly the maid began hopping forward on one leg while the lower part of the
raised leg kept side-kicking my face repeatedly at a tremendous rate driving
me back. Her stamina and flexibility to keep that going was amazing, no,
arousing as I imagine what she must be like in bed! All I can see as my head
bobs back and forth in a hard kicking hailstorm is the view of her crotch and
the continual flashing of a lower leg as it kicks me helpless while her bust
bounces up and down. It's such an arousing sight despite the brain battering
kicks that my cock is getting harder and harder from the sheer dominance of
the mature maid with glasses as she beats me helpless with her limber legs and
speed.

Finally the barrage stops. I tried to raise my fists to fight back but am
shocked to find them trembling under the blonde's hard cold glare. She just
stares at me with her slender blue eyes enlarged by her glasses and I can't
stop looking back. Her impassioned face, the firm set to her small mouth and
the slight lift of her narrow chin makes her look supremely dominant, setting
my dick beating. I can now see her attractiveness and long to kiss those
narrow lips. I pant increasingly hard as my breathing becomes laboured and my
lust soars.

'Did I say you could touch yourself''

With shock I realised I was rubbing the front of my trousers and quickly
removed my hand!

'Please please' I gasp wanting her so bad.

A smirk appears on her tight lips as she lets me suffer under her steely gaze
while the rate of my panting increases.

'Cum!'

'Oh please!' I groan, too afraid to touch her as my erection soars way beyond
stiffness.

'HAI!'

That shout of power pushes me over the edge and I totally cream my pants.

'YAH!'

A fast roundhouse kick obscures her face as it slams across my mouth and sends
me to the floor as my legs give way beneath me.

'HA!'

A fast front snap kick pounds the underside of my jaw with the top of a foot
kicking my face skywards faster than you can say whiplash. My vision blurs and
my senses spin as I hit the deck.

Trying to cling onto consciousness, I watch the sensational legs as the maid
poses in victory over me.

'Your room is cleaned, sir. HiYAA!'

I look on in fear expecting to be stomped out of existence but instead her
foot stops a fraction of an inch above my face. So close that I can see the
weave of her nylon stockings as it lowers and presses down upon my face. I
feel it's warmth and smell the mix of perspiration and whatever muck it had
picked up from the floor. It rubbed against my face roughly and I began to
kiss it.

'Oi! You're not meant to enjoy it!,' she exclaimed raising the foot away,
giving me a glorious view of her incredible stocking-clad legs that filled me
with desire.

'HAIYah!'

In horror that foot sped towards me and the heel stomped my jaw delivering
pain and darkness.

I tentatively knocked on the door of the penthouse suite and was surprised
when it was opened by my sister in-law.

'Why are you still here'' I asked as Marianne ushered me inside and closed the
door 'Didn't you get my texts' You need to get out of here.'

That's when I saw the bodyguard sprawled on the floor with his face a right
mess.

'I tried to leave but Mister gropey hands demanded 'extras' and wouldn't take
no for an answer,' she shrugged. 'So I had to get rough with him.'

The state he was in, that was putting it mildly.

'We need to go. His boss is having dinner with a lady and will probably come
up here for afters.'

'I didn't find a laptop or anything.'

'Probably in the room safe.'

'What safe''

'It's usually at the bottom of a wardrobe.'

She pointed to one in the main bedroom. I walked over, opened it then crouched
down.

'There,' I pointed to a small metal safe with a built-in keypad. 'It's shut.
They're left open for guests to put stuff inside then choose their own PIN,
except we don't know it. We might as well go.'

'He knows,' Marianne looked at the still form in the living room.

I felt a surge of stiffness to realise my gawky looking sister in-law had
single handedly (leggedly I suspect) done that.

'He's just the bodyguard,'

'They're Americans. Got to put their guns somewhere.'

I had to admit she had a point there.

'And I suppose you're looking forward to making him talk''

'Thanks Jim,' she smiled 'You're the best brother in-law.'

I'd never said a word but knew I had no chance of stopping her.

A weight pressed on my chest and my eyes flew open to see the maid sitting
there. The sides of my face were framed by slender thighs sheathed in sheer
black nylon stockings with matt-black stocking tops adjacent to my eyes. She
glowered at me, with a stern face and scarily magnified eyes and I remembered
in shame how she had beat me.

'Well you took your time to wake up,' she said impatiently. 'We haven't got
all day you know.'

A man I saw earlier hanging around outside the bar was behind her. I tried to
speak but couldn't as her crotch slid onto my throat, pushing back my chin
uncomfortably making room for her hard pubis bone to press down into my throat
choking me. I tried to move my hands but hard knees had pinned my forearms
painfully deep into the carpet with my hands beyond the top of my head. A
slender finger pressed against my lips.

'Ssssush!' the maid stared down with eager anticipation as I choked beneath
her pussy bone. 'Torture first, talk after,' she smiled in a predatory way.

With a wicked grin pushing up the corners of her small mouth, her crotch
lifted from my throat and keeping low, moved towards my face! The briefs were
skimpy thongs and the sight of a lady-bump with a very prominent camel-toe in
the tight fabric approaching right before my eyes made my dick stiffen. As her
lady-parts lowered to cover my mouth and squash my nostrils against the front
of her crotch, my dick went rigid at this absolute expression of female
domination. With my arms pinned, all I could do was lie there breathing her
scent with her panties against my lips.

'How pathetic!' I heard her voice. 'You wouldn't have looked twice if you saw
me in the street but put on a saucy French maid outfit and stockings and you
just can't keep your hands off me.'

Keeping my arms pinned by pressing her hands upon the insides of my elbows,
the mature blonde raised herself up on taut toned arms. Continually glaring
down into my eyes, her breasts dangled excitingly in the low neck of her dress
right before my eyes as she slid back her rear end. With the occasional firm
squeeze of her inner thighs against my sides, her face was getting closer to
mine as her body lowered while stretching out on top of me. I gasped as I felt
her crotch touch my erection bulge. Her face came close to mine then her mouth
went by my ear.

'Is this better than the pretty girls you pay'' she whispered sending tingles
all the way down to my dick.

I groaned as her crotch began to rub back and forth over my erection then
moaned loudly as her tongue flickered out to lick around my ear and up and
down the side of my face and my neck! I was thrusting my hips desperate for
her to go faster and begging while her tongue drove me insane. Right at the
critical moment she raised her crotch and I blasted yet another load into my
pants. And I do mean blast, this plain looking mature woman kept me
humiliating myself by ejaculating huge wads into my pants!

'Oh dear, did you cum prematurely again'' she sneered.

Before I could gather my wits, the leggy blonde leapt forwards to come down
heavy aside my chest causing me to lose my breath which allowed her to pin my
hands beneath her knees. Reaching forward to seize my head with her hands she
twisted it hard to one side so that the tendons in my neck stood out. With one
palm pressing against my cheek to hold my head down, out of the corner of my
eye I saw her ball her other hand into a fist but with a bony knuckle
extended.

'HAH!'

A nerve-searing explosion of agony rips through my nervous system as that
protruding knuckle hammers my carotid artery and I slipped away into darkness.

I know I shouldn't lust after my sister in-law but I felt jealous as Marianne
sat on the man's face then made him mess himself. Although not when she
knocked him out with a punch to his neck. The fact that he was a professional
bodyguard while she was a normally placid but strong-willed everyday housewife
made it all the more arousing especially as that maid outfit showed of her
incredibly sexy legs to the max and exposed a great deal more bust and
cleavage that I'd ever seen her show.

'Having a good look, Jim'' she teased as she got up and faced me.

'Just get the PIN for the safe from him,' I snapped back.

'Touchy,' she teased 'You sure you don't want to feel my tits''

Cupping the sides of her breasts and presenting them to me, made them swell up
and look even bigger in the low neck of her dress. Doing so while standing
right before me in that saucy uniform with stockings and suspenders on show
made me lose self-control.

'Oh Marianne!' I groaned in lust, pulling her into my arms and kissing her
passionately.

Hooking an arm beneath my left arm and around my back while seizing my right
wrist, Marianne span around pressing a hip against me. There was a brief
moment of pain as her hard hip thrust into my pelvis causing me to lose my
breath while she bent sharply forwards. Then a moment of disorientation as my
feet were whipped from the floor while my groin rode over her rounded hip as
my body quickly rotated until I was upside down. Falling head first with my
feet up in the air I could sense her control my fall, flipping me over until I
slammed into the carpet upon my side. I groaned at the shock of the impact
then looked up at my hot-legged sister in-law who still had a hold of my right
wrist and looking down at me with a victorious smile.

'Fallen for me again, Jim'' she quipped.

Crouching over me, Marianne trapped my right wrist in her armpit then slipped
her forearm behind the back of my elbow before rotating her wrist to grab the
back of my arm. She had me in a painful armlock keeping me in place on my side
in front of her with just one arm.

'Oh Jim, we have such fun together,' she chuckled.

I found being restrained by her in such a dominant manner so highly arousing
that it just made my hard-on soar even harder.

'It's moving in your trousers!' she squealed in delight. 'You like being
dominated by me as much as I like dominating you.'

Keeping me under control with one arm she leant over and reached for the top
button of my trouser belt.

'No!' I gasped as she began to unbuckle it.

'Stop me then,' she chuckled undoing my trousers and unzipping my flies.

Lying on my side on top of my left arm while Marianne held the right captive,
there was nothing I could do about it. She was in complete control and I was
absolutely rigid.

'Look how easy I can control you,' she told me while exposing my erection.

The warmth of her palm alone was enough to cause a stronger surge of stiffness
but then it began to slide slowly up and down it's length and I totally
succumbed.

'Not putting up much of a fight are you'' she chuckled 'You can't resist it! I
never realised I had this much power over a man and could force him to cum in
his pants,' her hand steadily pumped me to insane levels of desire. 'Not only
can I dominate a man physically in unarmed combat but I can reduce him to a
quivering cum soaked mess as well. Feck! that really turns me on,' I was at
the point of moaning aloud 'And its all thanks to you buying me that
self-defence course as a present.'

A soft groan interrupted her hand-job.

'Oh bugger!' she swore.

I felt groggy with an aching neck then saw the maid leaning towards me with a
nice view down the front of her low neck dress. An extended finger points
towards me.

'Not ready for you yet,' she states, shaping the hand like a blade with long
slender fingers straight and held together. 'HAI'!

I flinched in fright at the sound while the hand fell like an axe angling so
that the edge chopped my right carotid artery. It was like getting an electric
cattle-prod in the neck and immediately felt woozy.

I was stunned and aroused with my sister in-law's ruthlessness as she knocked
the man out with a single blow.

'Did I say you could get up'' she demanded in a tough voice.

Before I could stop her, she had grabbed my right wrist and turned her back on
me, pulling my arm over her right shoulder bringing me tight against her
lovely slim body. Throwing her right hand up and around the outside of my
upper right arm close to the shoulder, she took a good grip. Powerless to stop
her, she bent sharply forwards leading with my arm and thrust her backside
into my groin. My feet left the ground as I was momentarily loaded onto her
back looking down over her shoulder at the floor. Then I was tumbling forward,
once again falling head-first as she flipped me over her shoulder. For a brief
moment I was looking up and caught a glimpse of bare nipples as her breasts
nearly bounced out of the low-cut dress. The next instant I cried out in pain
as the top of my back hit the carpet a fraction before the rest of my back
which uncurled in agony of meeting the floor and then finally my legs flopped
down to join them.

Looking up along her stocking sheathed legs while she held my right arm
vertically before her, my dick is so hard. I can't take my eyes off those
incredibly sexy legs that gleamed with a warm glow imparted by the sheer black
nylons which covered them like a second skin up to mid-thigh. Her amplified
hard-faced glare is even more intense with that small kissable mouth even more
desirable than usual.

'Feck! You really are please to see me,' she remarked with a glance at my
erection as it throbbed under her relentless stare. 'It'll be rude not to.'

Lying at her feet looking up at her towering over me, while maintaining her
grip on my wrist, she looked so fearsome and dominant. I was being completely
subjugated by the leggy fighting goddess that was my sister in-law. I knew it
was wrong, but looking up at her, my dick was beating like crazy.

Applying an arm lock to keep me in my place, Marianne crouched down keeping me
on my side with my arm against her crotch. Dropping to her backside by my side
she pulled my arm back between her long silky-clad legs with a rasp of nylon
and levered the back of my elbow over her crotch. Closing those beautiful legs
to trap my arm, she stretched them out with the backs of her meaty right
calves resting across my chest while folding her left calves to press against
my throat. I yelped as she overstretched my arm while chuckling at my
helplessness with my throat pinned in the crook of her left leg with the big
shapely calves on one side and the long hard bulge of her hamstrings on the
other while keeping my right arm tense.

Instead of making me suffer in a painful side arm-bar, imagine my surprise
when her right leg left my chest and then I felt a silky nylon clad foot press
against my shaft! Extremely dextrous toes gripped my manhood and proceeded to
massage it with strong squeezes and vigorous rubs. I don't have a foot fetish
yet now found myself getting extremely aroused as her strong flexible toes
worked me off. Unbearably aroused, I surrendered completely, closed my eyes
and enjoyed the foot-job. Let me tell you, I didn't last long with that kind
of treatment.

I felt a weight upon my chest and opened my eyes to find the mature maid
sitting high upon my chest. Glaring down at me with her magnified blue eyes
and slim mouth set in a hard tough look, there was a smug superiority about
her that went straight to my groin.

'The safe in the main bedroom,' she stated. 'What's the combination''

'I knew it! You're not a real maid. You're a thief!'

'No I'm not. I will leave it exactly as I find it.'

'I won't help thieves.'

'Hoped you might say that,' she said with a smile that didn't look
disappointed at all.

'You can't beat it out of me. I went to Iraq and was trained to withstand
torture.'

'Bully for you.'

I steeled myself for the blows that would surely come but was surprised when
she folded her feet inwards and pressed the heels against the sides of my neck
while raising her feet upon the toes. I was shocked when the pressure exerted
through her heels squeezed down on my carotid arteries, stopping the blood
flow to my brain! I tried to move my hands towards her feet but she caught
them by the wrists and bent them back against the top of her silky smooth
thighs.

'You will tell me. Eventually,' she stated.

Her upper thighs were spread wide. She'd be doing the splits if her lower legs
weren't bent to press her heels into my neck! I could see the hardness of her
folded calves and the strong cords of her inner thighs leading my eyes, which
were getting heavier by the second, to ulp! I could see her pussy! She had
removed her panties!

'My brother in-law is in the bathroom, cleaning himself up', a smile spread
her lips.

I could barely keep my eyes open. I was already feeling faint but there was
nothing I could do about it. It was so humiliating. The pressure from her feet
was relentless.

'Oh Feck, you're about to pass out again! So soon!'

My eyes were going in and out of focus.

'Boy have I got a surprise for him when he returns. You should pity him. The
way I feel right now I could probably kill him with sex. Don't look at me like
that. My husband doesn't satisfy me any more...'

Her feet were too strong. It was like a pressure clamp on my neck. My eyes
began to flutter and drool ran from the corner of my mouth. I just needed to
close my eyes for a bit.

'How about a quickie before he comes around'' Marianne asked as I came back in
the room.

She was the perfect image of female supremacy with an unconscious man at her
feet and looking hot in a French Maid's outfit. Nonetheless I felt guilt at
having these feelings for her.

'I absolutely adore you Marianne,' I told her gently brushing a loose strand
of hair from her forehead. At times she could be quite pretty especially with
a touch of makeup and her blonde hair nicely styled. 'You get turned on
dominating men and I get turned on watching you or being on the receiving end
but it's wrong to act on it and you know it. We've both got families of our
own and people will get hurt.'

'You're right Jim,' she sighed. 'People will get hurt.'

With that she grabbed the front of my shirt and before I could react, raised a
slender leg bent at the knee at a height level with her chest, giving me an
eyeful of sexy seamed stockings and suspenders. Placing the sole of the foot
flat against my belly, she swiftly leant back in an elegant fashion, folding
her other leg to fall backwards while not taking her eyes off me. Pulling me
down after her, I had that moment of falling towards her as she rolled on her
back while her foot in my belly took the whole of my bodyweight. For a moment
I was looking down at her lying below me, supported upon a single long shapely
leg sheathed in sexy lingerie. She probably had the sexiest legs of any woman
I knew and she knew how to use them. In the blink of an eye I was tumbling
over her at high speed utterly against my will, infusing me with the feeling
of sexy leggy power. I was flipping right over head first and thrown a good
distance away. My back slammed against the carpet so hard it knocked the wind
out of me. As I lay there trying to catch my breath Marianne descended onto my
face and I was shocked to find a bare pussy pressing against my mouth.

'Now give me an orgasm or you're the one who will get hurt.'

Opening my eyes, I found a long pair of legs hanging over my shoulders with
long shins and semi-pear drop shaped calves draped along my chest. They
shimmered with a nylon sheen under the lights. The warmth of the bare inner
thighs above the maid's stocking tops felt good against the sides of my neck
that I was content to lie there amid their sensual beauty. The back of my neck
was against her crotch and the feel of hairs against my skin told me it was
bare. Suddenly the left leg folded to wedge the meaty calves between my chin,
which was pushed up uncomfortably by the sides of the muscle, and the top of
my chest. They were slender enough to get right in there and press against my
throat. Tucking the foot in the crook of her other leg which also folded, she
locked me up in a very tight triangle figure 4 choke hold!

My throat was wedged into the crook of her leg, making me choke while the
sides of my neck were squeezed by the back of her hard calves on one side and
her inner thighs on the other. Those sexy legs were incredibly tight, I began
tugging frantically at them with my hands to try to prise them apart but they
were locked solid.

'In the middle of something, mate. See you later,' the voice behind me said.

I felt her raise herself upon her arms and was staggered at the phenomenal
power increase flowing those slender legs! My airways were shut in an instant
as was the blood-flow to my brain. Instinctively my body struggled for air but
those lethal squeezing legs had my neck locked down tight, much too tight and
I fell victim to her long stocking-clad legs.

I got up to watch Marianne knock the guy out between her long legs. It amazed
me how my sister in-law, an otherwise ordinary housewife, was more skilled in
unarmed combat than a professional bodyguard! It was highly arousing to watch
her keep putting him away, especially dressed in a saucy uniform!

'I've not finished with you,!' she stated heading towards me.

Before I even realised her intent, she'd grabbed my right arm while sliding an
arm around my waist. Spinning her back to me, she leant forward and whipped me
over her hip at dizzying speed, yet I felt her control the direction of my
fall demonstrating she was in complete control.

To my surprise my back slammed down upon the couch instead of the hard floor.
The throw had been so fast my head was still spinning. Still holding my right
arm, she lowered herself across my belly facing me.

'God! Dominating men makes me so effing horny!' she exclaimed.

I agreed. This normally placid woman who could be assertive when need be, was
extremely dominant when defending herself, becoming a highly aroused
man-beater repeatedly dominating a man physically and sexually humiliating
them. Although in my case she was more like a rampaging sex-beast that I
couldn't stop!

Reaching back to grab my erection, she lined it up with her pussy then slid it
inside. I moaned in pleasure, knowing there was no point trying to resist when
she was like this and so lay back and watched as she began to ride me
fiercely, on top and most definitely in charge.

My eyes open to find my neck held fast between long low hills of hamstrings
resplendent in sheer black nylon with matt black bands of stocking tops close
by. Before my face is a beautiful peach of a backside, bare and framed by the
lacy hem of a maid's dress. I cry out as those buttocks clench and tighten
into a hard rounded arse of desire sending a wave of pressure through those
sexy long legs that crushes brutally upon the sides of my neck. My hands fly
to the back of her thighs but only encounter hard solid hamstrings while my
head spins.

'I love reverse head scissoring a man,' I heard the maid's voice above the
sound of my own heartbeat in my ears.

The blood returned to my brain as those erotically clad limbs relaxed before
the rounded buttocks flexed tight once more. Her slim legs got right in there
to grip my neck tight allowing her strong inner thighs to cut into the
arteries of the sides of my neck stopping the blood carrying oxygen to my
brain. I tried to twist my body to shake her off, but her strong legs just
slammed me back in place.

'It amuses me to watch guys who would normally pass me by, sport an erection
that gets harder with each contraction of my thighs.'

The deceptively strong legs relax once more but before I can collect my
thoughts, another hard flex of her perfectly formed backside has me groaning
as a tidal wave of pain engulfs my neck. Forced to clench my eyes against the
pain, I hear her mocking laughter as my dick soars harder and stiffer than it
ever had before. It was all too much and a warm sticky mess erupted inside my
pants. The humiliating laughter got fainter and fainter while a loud buzzing
grew in my ears.

Gasping at the pain in my arm, I open my eyes to see the amazing fighting maid
scissoring it in a figure 4. Her left leg is wrapped around my left arm with
the top of the foot and shin pressing against the left side of my neck. Her
right leg is straight but slightly bent back with the back of the calves
pressing against the other side of my neck. Chillingly she doesn't say a word
but just stares at me through her glasses with a tough face, then pulls back
on my arm while squeezing my neck between the top of one foot and shin on one
side and her calves on the other. I'm stunned and terrified to find my head
swirling faster than I expected.

The man comes around again to find my dominant sister in-law laying on top
with her feet hooked around the bottom of his shins while looking down into
his eyes. He looks absolutely terrified but before he can say a word, he cries
out as his legs are ripped wide. His face shows shock at how strong this slim
woman's long legs are they steadily force his much thicker legs into an
excruciating grapevine press and there's nothing he can do to stop her.

'You've got weak adductor muscles, mate,' she tells him, gazing down into his
eyes with a smug smirk.

Her breasts dangle in her low neck-line, clearly not wearing a bra, as she
stares into his eyes with her magnified blue eyes. She continues to look at
him impassively while her potent legs hold his wide apart, beyond his
flexibility causing cries of pain. It is a face that looks so tough and
capable of destroying him that under that withering gaze, a stiff tent rises
at the front of his trousers in salute and his is not the only one!

Slipping an arm behind his head, Marianne presses the other forearm across his
throat. All the time, her magnified eyes never leave his, smirking as his
hands press against her hips to no avail.

'I love watching a man's face as I knock him out,' she states.

The statement causes a lurch in his trousers.

'It really makes my juices flow to see his realisation that there's no way he
can stop me.'

Badly turned on, I can't help feeling the sleek bulge of her rock hard outer
thigh muscles as they immobilise his legs. They were so big and hard with
swollen muscle it was hard to believe that these were originally developed
through everyday exercise walking up and down a hill several times a day to
take kids to school, carrying back heavy bags of shopping and so on. Her
hamstrings were notably long and curved, beautifully shaped but when I felt
them they were as hard as a rock. Then there was that bare backside, clenched
into tight solid balls that I couldn't stop feeling as my dick throbbed like
crazy.

'Wow, your glutes are rock hard and sexy!' I exclaimed.

'Well you can stop feeling my bum. I'm working!'

The man began making horrible choking noises. Marianne relaxed her forearm but
it was clear he was unconscious again.

I didn't know where I was or why. For some reason I was propped up in a
sitting position with an arm that wasn't mine, coming from behind and draped
over my right shoulder while loosely folded around my neck with the inside of
the elbow before my throat. Lean and slender, I somehow knew it was feminine.

'Wakey, wakey!' came a female voice from close behind.

In an instant that arm tightened around my neck and a forearm clamped across
the back of my head in a very tight rear naked choke hold. At the same a pair
of long shapely legs in sexy lingerie whipped around my waist and locked
ankles. I had to groan aloud as they squeezed with a shocking intense strength
against my sides which belied their slenderness.

'Once I get a man in a sleeper-hold, it's all over for him,' I heard a woman's
voice tell me in a coarse English accent then remembered the mature maid who
had kicked me helpless and now kept knocking me out!

No I can't let this happen and need to break her hold quick. I tried to work
my lower end but those nylon-sheathed legs kept me firmly in place and any
attempt to slap her thighs was meant by a literally breath-taking squeeze of
her sleekly muscled thighs. I was trapped, powerless and helpless between the
strong arms and legs of the maid as she watched me. I could feel my face get
redder and redder.

'How about this for room service, mate'' she chuckled.

I kept struggling but her arms were stronger than they looked and the noose
around my neck got tighter as did her legs crushing my sides and I had to
stop, knowing I was making things worse.

'Oi! What's that bulge at the front of your trousers'' she teased as her
stockinged feet moved to my groin and start playing with the stiff tent that
had formed there. 'Wow! You really like it when the maid takes control!'

I tried to resist but that collapsed as soon as her feet began to rub my
rapidly hardening weapon while keeping a slowly increasing grip on my neck
with her arms. A tongue flickered out teasing the erogenous zones around my
ear and the side of my face and neck. Held tight, zoning out through loss of
blood to the brain, I couldn't help squirming with the enforced stimulation.
With her tongue working these areas of heightened sensitivity, my dick soared
to unreal levels before I surprised myself by creaming my pants yet again.
With each blast, her taut arms tightened further until my vision blurred right
out.

I was stunned and highly aroused by Marianne's ferocity as she really put the
guy through the wringer. I knew from previous experience [JIMP#49] that she
could apply a mean sleeper hold but she was really taking it to a whole new
level. That man must really have pissed her off! I felt jealous as she gave
him a foot-job but had no desire to be in his place in that brutal choke hold.
She toyed with him, getting him to the point where his eyes were flickering on
the verge of passing out then bringing him back to prolong his suffering. He
was being knocked out by a woman and she made sure he knew it.

After degrading him by forcing him to cum again, she tightened the hold with a
sadistic grin on her small mouth which set in her narrow jaw made her look
extremely predatory.

'1, 2,3...4..er.',

I looked down, puzzled.

'Stop, I think he just told us the PIN,' I told her but she just gave me a
stern stare.

'Order me around and you're next,' she glared with a look that made me feel
fear.

'1,2,3,4. That's the PIN.'

'Who's stupid enough to use that.'

'Well we didn't think of it.'

His arms twisted as he screwed up his eyes while his mouth moved soundlessly.
Then his body stopped moving completely. My dick lurched as he slumped in her
grip with eyes closed and a relaxed expression. Even though he was clearly
out, his body was convulsing and shaking for a good while afterwards. My
sister in-law had knocked the bodyguard out again yet still held onto the
choke.

'Marianne. He's out.'

'You want to be next'' she glared at me so fiercely I shut up!

With a hard cold expression of dominance that really turned me on, she kept
that choke going for at least a full minute after he was out.

'If you keep on like that, he'll get brain-damage and you'll feel guilty for
turning him into a vegetable.'

'I'll turn you into a vegetable if you don't shut up' she growled but then
loosened her arms.

I watched with rising concern as the man began to make unpleasant noises while
his arms twisted randomly. It was nearly a minute before he began to return to
consciousness. Eventually he opened his eyes with a blank dazed expression
that looked like he had been sleeping for a week. I was alarmed when he
started shaking again but Marianne glared at him looking frighteningly stern
and merciless like a strict school teacher. I noticed a twitch at the front of
his trousers as he flinched at the sight of her.

'Just keep an eye on him and don't knock him out again,' I told her. 'Please,'
I added at her hard glare.

At the safe, I entered the code and heard it unlock. Inside there were indeed
guns which I carefully took out using a towel to avoid leaving fingerprints
then did the same for a tablet computer.

'Blast,' I cursed as I turned it on. 'Password protected.'

'1,2,3,4.' Marianne told me from the other room.

I didn't expect it to work but tried it anyway and was surprised when it did.

Pairing my phone to it, I began an app to copy his documents to a large
microSD card in my phone and left it running.

'It will a few minutes to run,' I said entering the main room. 'What are you
doing'' I asked in consternation.

Marianne was standing astride the man's waist while he was on his hands and
knees with a look of confusion. She was leaning over him with her hands cupped
beneath his chin with interlocking fingers in a chin-lock. Her arms were
straight and looked taut and strong as she pulled back applying tension to his
chin. He groaned in pain as his head was forced to bend back.

'He looked at me funny,' she stated and began to rise, forcing him to do the
same.

'Because he's still dazed from that over-long sleeper-hold you gave him!'

She just pursed her lips and stuck her tongue out at me.

Getting him to his feet, Marianne turned around so that they stood back to
back. Reaching behind her, she hooked her right forearm around the front of
his neck then interlocked her fingers with her other hand which she'd hooked
around the other side to form a noose. Leaning forward, her backside pressed
against his as she loaded him face up onto her back in a sort of hangman hold.

'Marianne!' I warned as he began to choke but she just gave me a warning glare
and kept him in that position until he went into a fit then passed out.

Releasing him and standing straight, she discarded his body as though it was a
piece of rubbish.

She stared at me with a hard look that made my dick lurch and a desire not to
argue with her in this mood.

'Are we going or what'' she asked with a foot casually placed on the
unconscious bodyguard in a victory pose.

She'd totally destroyed him in a way that made me ache for her but we'd
overstayed our time here. Retrieving my phone, I put everything back the way
it was in the safe then closed it while Marianne tidied up the mess she'd made
the best she could. After helping her move the man's body into the smaller
bedroom, we closed the door before leaving the suite.

Just as we got to the lift, we heard it approaching and quickly darted through
the door for the stairs. Carefully peeking through the glass so as not to be
seen I saw the American get out of the lift along with the smouldering cougar.

'Mutton dressed as lamb,' Marianne remarked in a catty tone.

While that may be true, Sonia looked exceptionally good for it.

We decided to walk down the stairs a couple of floors to take the lift from
there. As we did we passed the large heavily-built woman with the strict
no-nonsense face and the huge bust heading in opposite direction. Given her
obese looking size, she showed no signs of exertion or difficulty climbing the
staircase. She didn't acknowledge us or return our 'hello's' so we just
ignored the rude woman.

Returning to the unused room where Marianne had stashed her clothes, I turned
around to let her get changed. I was therefore very much surprised when she
threw me over her shoulder onto the floor then jumped on top, whipped out my
dick and rode me like a sexual demon. Boy does she get highly aroused when she
uses her self-defence skills to dominate a man and I knew there was no chance
of stopping her having her wicked way with me. Not that I particularly wanted
to anyhow! After she had sated her desires, we made our way out through the
staff entrance and headed for home where I could look through the data I'd got
to see if it had all been worthwhile.