Serving the Maid
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Herbert was a loser - even after winning a huge lottery jackpot.  Then Michelle entered his life....


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I guess it all started when I agreed to hire a maid. Or maybe it all started
when I won 27.6 million dollars in the lottery. Or, no, maybe it all started
when Lurvy Maxwell reentered my life.

At the time I thought that hiring a live-in maid was a mistake. But when Lurvy
introduced me to Michelle, she was just so beautiful. I took one look at her
and my objections immediately evaporated. I wanted her to stay in my house. I
wanted her around. I wanted her. She was just so beautiful

The way Lurvy explained it, she was an "undocumented worker" from Brazil who
needed a place to stay while she got her immigration status straightened out.
"In the meantime, you can get her to work for you real cheap, and she's pretty
much at your mercy in case you want her to perform any other 'services' for
you if you know what I mean." It was impossible not to know what he meant.
Lurvy was such a sleazeball.

I knew I should put my foot down on this, but Michelle looked at me with those
big, green, beautiful pleading eyes. "I promeese dat I weel be a gud maid to
you, Meester. Herbert." Her voice had a very thick Brazilian accent.

I didn't have the heart to turn her away. Even though I had no intention of
taking advantage of her like Lurvy's thinly veiled suggestion urged, I said,
"I... I guess we can try it out... for a little while at least." She was just
so... well, you know.

"Now you're talkin'," Lurvy said as he slapped me on the back. I explained to
Michelle that the servant's quarters was the small bedroom just off the
kitchen. She took her one suitcase and headed off in that direction.

Lurvy said, "I'll get out of here so that you and Michelle can get 'better
acquainted'." His voice was dripping with innuendo. I didn't bother to tell
him that it wasn't like that. He never would have believed me anyway. Just
before he left he said, "Oh! By the way, I left a maid's uniform in the
servant quarters for Michelle."

"What kind of maid's uniform?" I asked skeptically.

"The kind you'll thank me for later," he said with a slimy grin.

But I guess I'd better back up and fill in a few details. My name is Herbert
Bruce. Five months ago I won 27.6 million dollars in one of those multi-state
lotteries. That's how much I had left after taxes. The ironic thing is that my
winning ticket was the first lottery ticket I ever bought. Regular lottery
tickets buyers hate me when I tell them that.

Before winning all that money, I was always kind of a loser. I know that there
are people who tell you that you're not a loser as long as you keep trying.
The people who say that - usually motivational speakers and the people who
write bumper stickers - are wrong.

I've always been someone who tried their best, and I've still mostly been a
loser. And don't think winning all this money has changed things that much. I
still felt pretty much like a loser. At least I did until I met Michelle. But
there I go getting ahead of myself again.

As soon as I won that huge jackpot, I was surrounded by vultures trying to
sell me stuff. I didn't really have anyone to turn to for advice because I
didn't have any close friends and both of my parents died in the same freak
hot-air balloon accident a year and a half after I graduated high school. I
also didn't have any brothers or sisters.

That's when Lurvy Maxwell showed up at my door. Lurvy was a guy I went to
middle and high school with. Our relationship back then was a lot like a
darker version of the relationship between Zack and Screech on SAVED BY THE
BELL. He was the popular kid who I looked up to and he used me to do his
homework and basically be his personal slave. He was my hero and I was his
flunky. It was a lot like Zack and Screech only unlike Zach, Lurvy never felt
bad about using me or made any pretentions that he liked me.

After high school was over, Lurvy and I lost touch. He never responded to any
of my Facebook friend requests. That's probably a good thing, but still, he
was the closest thing I had to a friend in high school. He didn't even contact
me when my parents died even though he must have known about it.

After high school I kind of drifted from one loser job to the next. I never
moved out of my parents' house. Then when they died, I inherited it along with
the rest of their estate. They didn't leave me a fortune, but they did have
some money they were saving for retirement. I basically lived off that with no
real plan for what to do when that money ran out.

Then at the age of twenty-four I won the lottery. That's what it took to bring
Lurvy back into my life. I'll say one thing for him though, he got rid of all
the vultures. The only problem was he became the biggest vulture of all.

He convinced me that I needed a bigger house even though my parents' old house
was really too big for just me. I don't know what it is, but Lurvy seems to be
able to talk me into things that I don't want or need. I guess in a way I'm
still that kid from high school looking for approval from the cool kids.

That's how I ended up with a new house the cost me 1.2 million. Not only that,
but somehow Lurvy set himself up as the agent for the sale, so he ended up
with a tidy little profit from the deal. "Don't I deserve something for
helping you set up the deal?" he asked. I didn't find out until later that I
paid more than the original asking price.

Next, he talked me into having a pool installed. Lurvy said that he could get
me a good deal with a friend of his who installs pools. Hell, I don't even
like to swim. But Lurvy convinced me that a pool would make it easier to throw
parties.

He was right about that. Suddenly there were frequent parties at my house -
parties with all of Lurvy's friends and various hangers-on. He uses my house
and my swimming pool to throw parties full of people I didn't know. These
parties are generally filled with hot women who I never got introduced to. Of
course, Lurvy never fails to get laid.

The worst part was I always ended up cleaning up the day after these parties
all by myself. When I complained to Lurvy about this he said, "So hire someone
to do the cleaning for you." That's how he convinced me to hire Michelle.

A few minutes after Lurvy left, Michelle walked into the living room where I
was sitting. She was carrying a frilly black and white French maid uniform.
She held the barely there uniform up to her body and asked, "Is this thing
supposed to be my uniform?" I noticed that suddenly her accent was not nearly
as thick. In fact, her entire demeanor was changed. Gone was the scared
refugee of a few minutes ago. In her place was a beautiful, confident woman.

"No," I replied. "I mean, yes, it was supposed to be your uniform, but I
didn't pick it out. I didn't even know about it. Lurvy left it here for you.
You don't have to wear it if you don't want to."

"Oh, I don't 'have' to wear it huh?" Something about the way she said "have"
sounded more like a challenge than a question.

"Uh, no; Lurvy left it," I repeated.

"Yes, well, let me tell you something; your friend Lurvy is a real asshole."

She'd get no argument from me on that. "Uh, well, Lurvy isn't exactly my
friend," I explained. I'm glad she didn't follow up on that though because I
don't think I could explain exactly what Lurvy was to me.

"Fine. Whatever," she said, "I'm going for a swim." She turned around and
headed back towards her room.

"That sounds like a good idea," I said, "You can begin your duties tomorrow."
If she heard what I said, she didn't acknowledge it.

A few minutes later Michelle emerged from her room wearing a tiny red bikini.
I will tell you right now that she was the most beautiful women I've ever
seen. Of course, Brazilian women are known for being among the most beautiful
in the world. Michelle represented her country extremely well.

She has silky, long brown hair that reaches all the way to her waist. Her
pretty diamond shaped face has penetrating green eyes a slightly wide but
appealing nose and thin kissable pink lips. She has a lovely, smooth Latina
complexion and a confident and captivating smile.

Of course, I already knew that her face was stunning, but until I saw her in
her bikini, I had no idea how fit and sexy her body was. Her neck was long and
elegant. The fluid muscles on her toned arms looked strong without being
bulky. She has a slender waist with a flat tummy and toned six pack abs. Her
round, tight ass cheeks seem like they were simply made to be squeezed and
caressed by a man's hands (my hands?). Her muscular legs were thick and long
and attractive.

And her breasts.... Michelle's breasts looked like two perfectly symmetrical
extra large scoops of caramel ice cream. Of all the babes and bimbos I've seen
at the parties that Lurvy has thrown at my house in the last few months, none
of them came even remotely close to being half as sexy as Michelle.

I must have had a pretty extreme reaction when I saw her in her bikini because
she looked at me and said, "Eyes back in your head, buster."

"Oh... sorry," I said although I wasn't exactly sure what I was apologizing
for.

"Where do you keep your towels?" she asked.

"There's some clean ones in the pool house," I said.

Without another word to me, Michelle went out the back door to the pool
through the kitchen. I watched her perfect ass sway as she walked away. When
she got to the pool she did a smooth dive into the deep end.

I went up to my bedroom on the second floor that overlooked the pool. I peeked
through the window and watched her graceful movements as she swam laps in my
pool. Her body looked as strong and her movements had the easy elegance of an
Olympic athlete. As I watched her powerful, supple form cut through the water,
I could feel my dick getting hard. I climbed into my bed, turned off my
bedroom lights, masturbated and went to sleep.

Early the next morning I woke up. I went down to the kitchen to see if
Michelle was up yet. She wasn't in the kitchen. Then I heard some clanging in
another room off the living room. It was coming from my home gym.

My home gym was something else I let Lurvy talk me into. What use did I have
for a home gym? I'm a 5'10", 140 pound weakling with no intention of working
out. I looked into the gym and saw Michelle working out with my free weights.
She was wearing a tight sports bra and even tighter yoga pants.

She was lying on her back doing bench presses. Like with her swimming, her
movements were smooth and fluid. The muscles in her arms looked as tight as
steel bands as she effortlessly moved the bar up and down. That's when I
noticed how much weight she was lifting.

She'd loaded every plate she could find onto one bar and was bench pressing
the entire load! It must have been... well, I didn't know how much weight it
was so I asked her. "Michelle, how much weight is that?"

She casually looked my way and said, "Oh, you're up. Did you enjoy watching me
swim last night?" The way she asked made me think that she knew just how much
I did enjoy watching her.

I changed the subject back to what I wanted to know. "How...how much weight
are you lifting?"

She easily placed the weight back on the risers. "That? That was a little over
600 pounds," she said.

"H-how can you l-l-lift that much?" I asked.

"That much? This is a light workout for me. That was my third set of twenty.
I'm used to lifting a lot more. In fact, you're going to have to buy some more
weights if I'm going to get a descent workout around here."

"Oh. Okay," I said. Suddenly the thought of Michelle not getting a descent
workout was unthinkable. "So, um... could you go in he kitchen and make me
some breakfast now," I asked much too timidly.

"No, I don't think so," she said.

"But... you're my maid," I said. "I'm your boss." Even though I tried to sound
masterful when I said those last three words, it sounded much more like a
question than it did a statement.

Michelle stood up. Damn, she looked so amazing with that thin layer of sweat
covering that luscious muscular body that my knees almost buckled. "You're my
what?" she asked with a hint of menace.

"Uh... I'm your boss?" That time it definitely came out as a question.

Michelle went over to the rack that held the various bars for loading weights
onto and picked up an empty one. She walked towards me holding the bar in her
two hands and said, "Are you sure about that? Are you sure that you're my
boss?" As she spoke, she bent the bar into a perfect U-shape. I could hear the
sound of the metal creaking as she bent it upwards.

Her confident, sexy smile never left her pink lips as she casually strolled
towards me and performed this amazing display of power. I was so transfixed by
what I was seeing, I couldn't speak.

When Michelle reached me, she tossed the ruined bar aside and placed her right
hand on my shoulder. Still smiling sweetly at me, she began to apply pressure
on my shoulder. "Ouch! Stop that! That hurts," I protested.

"Make me," she giggled.

"Michelle, this is my house and I demand you stop this," I said. I tried my
best to sound in charge, but I'm sure it came off as whiney.

"If you want to stop the pain, go down on your knees," she demanded.

"No, I won't," I said even as my knees began to bend. I tried to resist, but I
didn't stand a chance. Michelle drove me to my knees with very little effort.

"Now, who is boss her?" she asked.

"You are," I replied.

"That's right. I am boss. And doesn't it feel right that you should be on your
knee in deference to me?"

"Yes," I agreed. I can't explain it, but she was right. It did feel
appropriate that I should be on my knees to her. I liked the view from down
her.

"Yes, who?" she asked.

"Yes, Boss," I replied.

"Thaaat's right," she said. She took her hand off my shoulder and said, "Now
go in the kitchen a fix my breakfast. I'm starved."

I got up off my knees. My only question was "What would you like?"

"Surprise me," she instructed. I made her French toast and sausage. When she
was finished eating she said, "You did a good job. I enjoyed that breakfast
very much." It may seem strange to some, but my heart swelled with pride at
her compliment.

"Thank you, Boss," I said.

"When I went swimming last night, I noticed that there were a lot of dirty
towels in the pool house. I want you to gather them up and wash them,"
Michelle said.

"I've been meaning to get to those," I said.

"I'm not interested in your good intentions," Michelle said, "I told you to
get to it now, and that's what I expect you to do."

"Yes, Boss," I said. That's how it was for the rest of that day and the next.
Michelle would give me a chore. When I completed it, she would give me
another. Meanwhile, she swam in my pool, worked out in my private gym and ate
my food.

It would be natural to think that I would be upset with this arrangement, but
strangely I wasn't all that upset. I found that in a way, serving Michelle
gave me the sense of purpose that I'd pretty much been lacking my whole life.
I didn't really mind serving her that much. She was so beautiful and powerful
and confident that I sort of felt like she deserved to be served. Plus, once
in a while, she smiled at me.

There is also no sense in denying that I was also afraid NOT to do as I was
told. During the time I spent serving her, I saw her perform several amazing
but casual feats of strength. For example, when she made me scrub the kitchen
floor she told me to be sure to scrub the floor underneath the refrigerator.

When I told her that I couldn't move the refrigerator she muttered something
under her breath about me being a weakling and walked over and moved it like
it was a portable cooler. The thing is, I have one of those huge, silver
three-door refrigerators that weighed 580 pounds empty. (I looked it up later
on my computer.) Plus, Lurvy keeps one third of it stocked full with beer at
all times and the rest of it stocked with other food.

I figured that the contents must have added at least another three hundred
pounds to the total weight. And let me be clear, Michelle did slide the
refrigerator away from the wall. She LIFED it and carried it away from the
wall and did so with no apparent strain.

So, yes, I was afraid to tell Michelle "no" when she told me what to do. That
first night of following her orders, I was more tired than I can ever remember
being when I finally went to bed that night. Even so, as I laid in bed, I
couldn't help thinking about Michelle's sexy muscles, her sweet smile, her
perfect breasts and her round, tight ass. I thought about how strong she was
and the power and self-assurance that she radiated. As tired as I was, I still
had the energy to jerk-off. Twice.

The next day, around three in the afternoon, Michelle told me that she was
going for a swim after working out in the gym. I noticed that her muscular
arms looked extra pumped after her workout. I was dusting in the living room
when the doorbell rang.

I figured it was the men coming to deliver the extra weights that Michelle
told me to order. Naturally I had them express shipped because I didn't want
to keep Michelle waiting. However, when I opened the door, it was Lurvy with
about twenty of his friends. I didn't recognize most of them, but a few I'd
seen here before.

"Hey, Herbie, my friends and I thought we'd stop by for a little pool party
and to see how you're getting along with your new maid." Lurvy knew that I
hated to be called Herbie.

"Uh... well, Lurvy, right now isn't really a very good time," I said.

"Not a good time?" Lurvy said, "ANY time is a good time for a par-tay!" He was
being his usual boisterous self.

"Not right now," I insisted.

"What do you mean, Herbie? This is your old pal Lurvy, and I'm here to show my
new friends your pool."

About that time one of Lurvy's "friends" in the back called out, "What's going
on, Lurvy? You said this guy was a pushover!" That's when something in me
snapped. All the indignity and humiliation and bullying that Lurvy had
subjected me to over the years flooded my brain. All of a sudden I was tired
of letting this colossal prick walk all over me.

"Look, I said that this wasn't a good time, and it isn't. The answer is no,
Lurvy."

His demeanor changed. "What do you mean 'no'? Since when do you say 'no' to
me? Who's the one who helped you buy this house? Who's the one that had you
put in a pool in the first place? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have a
social life. You wouldn't have a life at all! You owe me!"

The sad part was, most of what he was saying was true. However, what I said
next was also true. "I don't want your kind of social life, and anything I owe
you you've has been paid and repaid several times over. Now go away, Lurvy."

"Oh! I get it," he said, "I helped you get laid with your hot new maid that I
brought to you, and suddenly you're a big man.... Is that it?"

"No!" I contradicted, "I didn't... we didn't... it's not like that!"

"Now I really get it" he laughed. Lurvy turned to his gang and said, "Can you
believe this wimp? I set him up with as fine a piece of ass as you're ever
going to see. I practically gift wrapped her and handed her to him on a silver
platter, and this wimp still can't seal the deal!" Lurvy and his new cronies
got a big laugh out of that.

All at once I heard a voice behind me saying, "You heard him, Lurvy; Herbert
told you to go away. It's good advice. I'd take it if I was you." I turned
around to see Michelle dressed once again in her tiny red bikini. Her chest
was heaving with aggravation, and it looked like her perfect tits would pop
out of her bikini top.

Lurvy took a long lustful look at Michelle. "Speaking of the piece of ass,
look at her, guys," Lurvy said. Three huge men squeezed in and crowded around
Lurvy to get a better look at Michelle in her bikini.

"Damn!"

"Holy shit!"

"Whatta babe!" the three men responded.

Lurvy looked at Michelle and said, "I can see why you don't want to fuck
Herbie, but I'm here now, Babe. You can fuck a real man!" With that, Lurvy
shoved me out of the way and started to come into the house. The three big
guys were right behind him.

Michelle rushed over and pushed Lurvy with one hand. He and the three men
behind him went flying backwards out the door and knocked down several others
in the crowd before they hit the ground themselves.

Michelle ran out onto the front lawn and picked up Lurvy by his collar with
one hand and lifted him high into the air. "How dare you suggest that I would
ever have sex with a strutting piece of trash like you! I ought to beat you to
within an inch of your putrid life for even suggesting such a thing."

The three big guys that she knocked down along with Lurvy got up and one of
them said, "Hey, put him down, you crazy bitch!" That was all the provocation
that Michelle needed. She dropped Lurvy and then dropped the man who'd caller
her "bitch" with one devastating punch to his jaw.

Then, just for the hell of it, she mercilessly beat up Lurvy and the other two
big guys. They didn't stand a chance against her. The men managed to hit
Michelle a couple of time, but their punches had no effect on her. She would
knock them down, and if they tried to get up, she'd knock them down again.

Finally, they all had the good sense to stay down. "Stupid jerks!" she spat,
"To think that you... you weak-ass men thought you could challenge me. Me! I
could have beaten up you wimps and ten more of your friends without even
working up a sweat." Then she looked at the others who came with Lurvy. They
were looking on in stunned silence. "Drag this trash out of here before I lose
my temper," she said.

For a few seconds they all stood there without moving. "Do it NOW!" Michelle
shouted, and they quickly carried their companions off.

Michelle turned back around to me. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Me?" I asked.

"Well, it looked like he pushed you pretty hard," she said."

"Oh. No, I'm fine," I assured her.

Michelle walked back into the house and closed the door behind her. She looked
so sexy in her red bikini, and she still had an angry look on her face which
made her look fierce and somehow even sexier. She came over close to me and
looked in my eyes. "Are you sure that you're okay?"

I couldn't control myself any longer. The thought that this... this... goddess
was concerned about me was too much. I threw myself at her feet and began
kissing them. "Oh, Boss, (kiss kiss) you're so awesome (lick lick). You're so
strong (kiss kiss) and sexy (lick lick) and capable (kiss kiss) and... and
captivating (lick lick). Please, (kiss kiss) please, (lick lick) allow me
(kiss kiss) to go on (lick lick) serving you (kiss kiss). I'll (kiss kiss) do
anything (lick lick) you (kiss kiss) order me to do (lick lick). Everything I
have (kiss kiss) is yours (lick lick). All I ask (kiss kiss) is that you allow
me (lick lick) to worship (kiss kiss) your magnificence (lick lick).

Michelle reached down and grabbed the back of my shirt and picked me up with
one hand. "Of course everything you have in now mine. And of course, you'll do
anything I command you to do. That's the way it is because that's how I
decided it should be."

"Yes, Boss, thank you, Boss," I said.

"Now, I want you to make arrangements for us to fly to Las Vegas tonight."

"Yes, of course, Boss. Are you sure you want me to come along?" I asked.

"You have to come along. I can't very well marry you unless you come along."
When I heard her say the words "marry you", I fainted.

I woke up ten minutes later in my bed. Michelle was patting my head with a
cool, damp washcloth. "How did I get into bed?" I asked.

"I carried you up the stairs," she replied.

Remembering what caused me to faint I asked. "Was I dreaming, or did you
really say that you wanted to marry me."

"I didn't say that I wanted to marry you," she corrected, "I told you that you
were going to marry me. There's a difference." Then she smiled sweetly at me
and said, "But it's true that I do WANT to marry you."

"I... I know it's not my place to ask, but why? Why would a goddess like you
want o marry me?"

She leaned down and kissed me passionately. Then she kissed me passionately
again. "I didn't expect for this to happen," she said. "My plan was to move in
here with you and take advantage of you. I guess in that way I was no better
than that asshole Lurvy.... But there's just something about your helplessness
and your subservience that really gets to me. You're such a pathetic loser,"
she said. "Something about that makes me want to protect you. It makes me want
to mother you. It makes me want to make love to you."

She took off her bikini top and showed her perfect breast to me. She learned
over and cupped the back of my head and shoved her right breast into my mouth.
"Suck my nipple, Baby. Suck on both of Mommy's nipples one at a time," she
said. But this time it didn't sound like an order. It sounded like a request.
It even maybe sounded a little bit like begging.

I sucked and licked on one nipple for awhile and then I switched to the other.
"Thaaat's right, Baby, suck on Mommy's breast and Mommy will take care of you.
You're Mommy's good, sweet little boy."

Soon, we were under the covers pressing our warm, naked bodies together. She
reached down and took hold of my dick. "Oh, Herbert, you've got a big dick,"
she said. She ducked her head under the covers, and the next thing I knew, her
lips and tongue were all over my hard cock. She stopped kissing and licking
long enough to say, "Yummy. Baby's cock tastes sooo good...."

Okay, so maybe I didn't know much about sex until that night, but that night
Michelle fucked me in ways that I didn't even know were ways. The next day, we
caught that flight to Las Vegas, and we got married.

That was a year ago tomorrow. Our first year of marriage has been paradise. Of
course, Michelle is still the boss and makes all the decisions. She's invested
my lottery winnings and more than doubled it in het last year. She and I spend
a lot of time lounging around the pool, making love in every corner of our
house and working out in our gym.

I'm actually in pretty respectable shape for the first time in my life. But
mostly I like spending time in the gym so that I can watch my beautiful wife
bench press 1200 pounds in three sets of twenty. That almost always leads to
more sex.

I even still manage to see Lurvy twice a week. Michelle makes him clean our
house on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She makes him wear the French maid's uniform
that he bought for her. He actually does a great job keeping our house clean.
If he didn't, Michelle would beat the shit out of him again. Sometimes she
does anyway just to entertain me.

Life is good.

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