Victoria was only twenty, and she had already experienced so much sorrow in her life. Growing up in the poverty of her small Colombian town left her scarred. Despite the horrors of her condition, she would have stayed in her country forever to be with Juan, the love of her life. They lived together in a glorified shack just outside of town. Juan had a decent job at a coffee distribution warehouse, and Victoria performed odd tasks for a local innkeeper, including a lot of grueling cleaning.
One day, Victoria came home from work, and Juan was gone. He took all of his belongings. He took all of her belongings, too. She raced to the tiny bedroom and opened the old cigar box where she kept her jewelry. It was empty. Her humble diamond engagement ring was not there.
It was too much for Victoria to take. She called her sister in the United States and had her wire some money. She used the cash to pay local gangsters to ship her off to America, where her sister had promised her work in the suburbs of New York City. She already knew English pretty well thanks to lessons from missionaries in her town. She was ready to begin a new life.
Victoria could not believe how wonderful America was. All of the stories she heard as a child had been true. Best of all, she worked for Mr. and Mrs. Brose as a maid and earned more money than she had ever before, even if it was very low by American standards. The Broses provided a spacious and comfortable room for her inside their gigantic mansion. Mr. Brose was a billionaire investment manager who had also inherited vast sums.
The work was hard. Victoria would get on her hands and knees and scrub the floors and toilets. Mrs. Brose was very cruel, too. She despised Victoria, especially because of the young woman’s beautiful body: her full, perky tits and a classic firm Latin ass that could stop traffic. Victoria overheard Mrs. Brose fighting with her husband about him making Victoria wear a skimpy French maid uniform around the mansion. “She must look the part for our guests,” Mr. Brose insisted.
It had been six months into working for the Broses, and Victoria was mostly happy. However, she still ached for Juan. He was a bastard, but he was a passionate man who once worshipped her. At night, alone in her bedroom, Victoria would lie naked on her stomach and grind her pussy against her rigid hand. She masturbated to the thought of Juan’s gentle touch.
Although Victoria enjoyed playing with herself and thinking of Juan, she reminded herself that he was passionate but not a very good lover. He could never make her orgasm. She was not sure what was missing from their sex, but she overlooked it because of his kindness and devotion. He was not so kind in the end, Victoria thought.
“You thief!” Mrs. Brose woke Victoria with her scream. “You filthy, jealous thief!”
Mr. Brose came into Victoria’s bedroom next and turned on the lights. Victoria rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stared in confusion.
“I don’t understand,” Victoria said. “What are you meaning?”
“My Blankenship pearl necklace is gone,” Mrs. Brose said. “It’s worth twenty thousand dollars, and you stole it.”
Victoria’s pulse raced. She had never stolen a thing in her life, even during her most impoverished days in Colombia. What will happen to me now?
“Young lady, we insist that you be honest with us,” Mr. Brose added. His face looked grim. Mr. Brose usually had such a bright smile and relaxed demeanor. In fact, Victoria had always thought he looked quite handsome for a middle-aged man. He was tall with a chiseled face. He was obsessed with working out every day, and it showed in his muscular build.
“I am not a thief,” Victoria said. She was a very modest young woman and pulled her blanket tightly over her body, knowing she wore only a tiny white nightgown and no bra or panties. “Please believe I do not steal, sir.”
Mrs. Brose bit her lip and scowled at Mr. Brose. “She’s a liar, Jacob. She has always admired my jewels, and she is the only one to have access to them.”
“I must take my wife’s side,” Mr. Brose said. He shook his head in disgust. “I have always been fond of you, Victoria, but I’m afraid I cannot defend a mere employee who I’ve known for less than a year.”
Victoria’s heart sank. She thought this was the end. She had some cash saved, but it would eventually vanish from the cost of living, and she would live in squalor once again.
“Please, Master, I cannot be losing this job,” Victoria pleaded. “Mrs. Brose, I do not steal your pearl. I promise.”
Mr. and Mrs. Brose exchanged looks. Mr. Brose bent his head to his wife’s ear and whispered something. Mrs. Brose nodded in agreement.
“We won’t fire you,” Mr. Brose said. “We will only put you on probation.”
Victoria did not understand what he meant. “Is what, Master?”
Mrs. Brose sighed. “She’s incompetent, Jacob! She cannot even understand. Fix this dreadful girl!”
“We can easily afford to replace the necklace,” Mr. Brose said. “We are wealthy and have insurance, but we must test you to see if you can be trusted. We are going to make sure you start doing a much better job and that you behave yourself.”
Victoria did not want to admit to a crime she did not commit. Then again, she was glad she did not have to go back to Colombia. “I will do whatever you are wanting, Master.”
Mr. Brose smiled. “I am glad to hear you will be cooperative with your punishment, Victoria.”
“Punishment, Master?”
“Why, yes,” Mr. Brose said. “Before probation begins, you must be punished for your behavior.”
Victoria gulped. “How do you mean?”
“Just like we handled it back at the Beardsley School,” Mr. Brose said. He walked over and sat down in a small chair in front of a vanity. “Now come over to me, young lady.”
Victoria slowly lowered the covers from her body. She headed toward Mr. Brose while yanking her nightgown far enough down to cover her ample ass. Mrs. Brose stared with a look of disgust.
“What to do now, Master?”
“Bend over my knees, young lady.”
Victoria was shocked. She had no idea what Mr. Brose was ordering. “To do how?”
“Bend over my knees, facedown, so that you can receive a spanking.”
“Azotar?” Victoria said the word for spanking in her native tongue. She could not believe this man wanted to punish her in this way.
“Yes,” Mr. Brose said. “Now stop stalling.”
She bent over his knees and reached around to her rear to try to stretch her nightgown over it. Mr. Brose cracked her hand and violently pulled her nightgown all the way up to reveal her big, round ass. He lifted his large hand high in the air and lowered it in a hard smack against her ass, sending her caramel skin rippling.
“Aye,” Victoria wailed.
“Don’t go easy on her,” Mrs. Brose ordered her husband.
Mr. Brose continued beating Victoria’s ass with quick and hard lashes of his hand. Victoria continued moaning in pain and felt the flesh of her ass begin to sting. Her ass grew more irritated and sensitive with each thrash.
“You will learn to obey the man and woman of this house,” Mr. Brose said.
Just when Victoria thought she could not take any more of this beating, she felt a strange sensation. At first, she wanted to deny her feelings. They took her by surprise. As the moments passed, she had to confess to herself. I love the feel of his hands on my ass.
Victoria tried to resist, but she could not stop the delicate folds of her pussy from moistening. Her clit grew erect beneath its hood with every smack of her ass. No man had ever treated her this way, and she had to admit it felt exhilarating. She began to become so aroused that she feared her pussy might leak its nectar directly onto the floor and reveal to her billionaire bosses how deviant she really was.
“I think she enjoys this,” Mrs. Brose said to her husband. “She’s a little slut, so it wouldn’t surprise me.”
Victoria felt the pain and pleasure swirl to her core. She was dying to orgasm but had no opportunity. Just as she became thoroughly aroused, Mr. Brose ended the spanking.
“You have had enough,” he said. “We will begin your probation tomorrow morning. Get some rest and think about all that you have done wrong.”
The Broses left Victoria’s bedroom, and she was finally alone with her sore ass and her throbbing pussy. She raced to lock the door and retreated to her bed, where it only took her a moment to rub her slick pussy and bring herself to a stunning orgasm.
Victoria felt satisfied but confused. She was also very, very scared of what might happen next.
~
Mr. Brose had been spanking Victoria every night for the past several days. Each time, Mrs. Brose would observe in the corner of the bedroom. Tonight, Victoria felt her raw ass sting more than ever, and as usual, her pussy was soaked. This time, however, Mr. Brose had ordered her to wear white cotton panties.
“I think it’s time now,” Mr. Brose said. His wife nodded in agreement.
“Time, Master?” Victoria’s voice cracked.
“Get up and take off your underwear,” he said. “Hand them to me and get on your knees.”
Victoria quickly complied. She was now on her knees while Mr. Brose examined her panties, which were very damp in the crotch.
“You were right, darling,” Mr. Brose said to his wife. “She has been enjoying this.” He lifted the panties to his face and deeply sniffed them.
“Well?” Mrs. Brose asked.
“Very fresh,” Mr. Brose said. He turned his attention back to Victoria. “Soaked but fresh. Your cunt smells exceptional, young lady.”
Victoria would be blushing had she not had such golden tan skin. Her arousal embarrassed her. She enjoyed this spanking, but did not want it to turn into anything more. She felt guilty enough taking pleasure in such degradation, especially in front of Mrs. Brose.
“You must be very aroused,” Mr. Brose said. “Are you turned on, Victoria?”
“Master, I am only doing what you say,” Victoria answered. “I do not want trouble.”
“You idiot, he asked you a question,” Mrs. Brose snapped. “Now answer him. Is your filthy cunt turned on by my husband spanking you?”
Victoria shrugged. She did not know how to answer. This set Mrs. Brose into a rage, and the woman of the house smacked Victoria across her face. Victoria felt her eyes well with tears.
“I am sorry,” Victoria said.
“Open your mouth right now,” Mr. Brose said. Victoria, choking back her tears, opened her mouth wide. Mr. Brose stuffed her panties over her mouth and face. At once, Victoria could smell the mix of laundry detergent and musk of her pussy juices on the garment.
“Eat them, you whore,” Mrs. Brose said. Her husband balled up the panties and forced them into Victoria’s mouth. She could taste the salty sweet juices soaked into the panties, and she gagged as they filled her mouth.
“Good maid,” Mr. Brose said.
Victoria was beside herself. Her pulse sped as she anticipated what might come next. She was grateful that her panties were soaked with the product of her pussy because it moistened the harsh cotton against her tongue.
“May I, darling?” Mr. Brose asked his wife.
Mrs. Brose rolled her eyes. “If you must, Jacob.”
Mr. Brose slowly unzipped his trousers and lowered his underpants with his thumbs. Victoria gasped as she saw her boss’s massive cock. It was hard and towering above her panty-stuffed mouth. She felt her pussy once again gush. She had never seen a cock so large. Juan had a small penis. Victoria suddenly realized why she had never been satisfied.
Mrs. Brose leaned over and pulled the panties from Victoria’s mouth. “Do you want to earn your way back into our good graces, little whore maid?”
Victoria did not know what to say. She needed her job.
“Let me be clear,” Mr. Brose added. “I am giving you a choice. You can either suck my cock to stay in our beautiful home to work, or you decline, and we will guarantee you a safe trip back to Colombia. No hard feelings.”
Victoria knew what she had to do. More importantly, she now knew what she wanted to do. The sight of Mr. Brose’s long, hard cock sent her juices to every inch of her pussy. His firm hand had teased her all week. She desperately wanted to be a sex toy for the wealthy man of the house to enjoy. She was certain this would finally satisfy her. She knew she could enjoy a life of sexual servitude to this man.
Without speaking, Victoria gripped the fat base of Mr. Brose’s cock and widened her mouth to accept it. She sucked his manhood as a hungry calf would suck its mother’s teat. He grabbed the hair on the back of her head very hard and began to drive his cock deeper into her mouth until it breached her throat.
“That’s a good maid,” Mrs. Brose said, as she licked her lips. “Suck your master’s beautiful cock.”
“Take this cock,” Mr. Brose yelled as he pounded Victoria’s throat harder. “Do you like this, slut?”
Victoria tried to gargle “uh huh” through her dick-filled mouth.
“Fuck her filthy cunt now,” Mrs. Brose ordered. “It will easily be the best thing that has ever touched this beast.”
Mr. Brose threw Victoria onto her back and pierced the folds of her wet pussy with his steel cock. Victoria felt a surge of pleasure as soon as he started to fuck her. This was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced. With each pound of his shaft through the tight walls of her young pussy, she accepted that her only path to pleasure was submission to the animal desires of this gorgeous and insane man.
“Oh, Jacob, you’re really giving it to her,” Mrs. Brose said. Victoria looked over Mr. Brose’s shoulder and stared his wife in the eyes. She could see that the woman of the house was pleased with her husband’s performance. Mrs. Brose began to stroke her clit beneath her dress as she watched. The smell of sex filled the room.
“You want this cock harder?” Mr. Brose asked.
“Master, fuck me hard, sir,” Victoria begged. Mr. Brose filled her vagina to its capacity. She felt her insides stretch more with each penetration from her boss.
Victoria felt another powerful hammer of Mr. Brose’s cock, and it was all she could take. Her insides exploded onto his cock, lathering it with her rich lube. Her clit convulsed. In this moment, she felt as if this heavenly orgasm would either kill her or make her immortal.
Mr. Brose cried out like a wolf under a full moon. Victoria felt his manhood stiffen to concrete inside of her. Then his member jerked, and she felt the unmistakable wave of his thick, hot load inside her. She squirmed as she felt his rich cum paint her canal.
“My God,” Mr. Brose said. He collapsed onto Victoria’s chest and began sucking and nibbling her hard nipples.
After a moment, Mrs. Brose fell to her knees next to Victoria’s feet.
“You’ve been a very good whore maid this evening,” Mrs. Brose said. “I must give you credit. But you are still just Colombian filth, and I cannot let this go further.”
Victoria lay baffled.
“My husband’s seed is worth billions,” Mrs. Brose said. “It is a treasure that cannot be shared with the likes of you.”
Mr. Brose removed his now limp cock from Victoria’s throbbing pussy. She felt some of his hot cum drizzle out onto her outer folds.
“Take care of this, dear,” Mr. Brose snapped at his wife. “I cannot be bothered by this nonsense.”
With that, Mr. Brose stood and walked toward the bedroom door. Mrs. Brose crawled toward Victoria’s thighs like a serpent. What is happening? Victoria wondered.
Mrs. Brose buried her face against Victoria’s glistening thighs. She placed her fingers over Victoria’s labia and delicately spread her labia open. The soft touch of a woman sent chills through Victoria’s sensitive post-orgasm pussy.
“I can smell the Brose seed,” Mrs. Brose announced. “It’s glorious. It even makes your Colombian cunt smell divine, at least for now.”
Mrs. Brose widened her mouth and covered Victoria’s wet mound with it. She drove her tongue into the canal and began to slurp her husband’s seed from the area. Victoria’s hips jerked from the feel of the wet tongue against her private parts.
“Eat it all out of there,” Mr. Brose said. “This pig does not deserve the drippings from my balls.”
No one had ever treated Victoria so roughly, even in her harshest years back home. Yet, despite the scandal of this moment, she felt like a goddess. She understood that she was fulfilling the lust of her bosses, and it made her feel priceless. She was providing something so rare: providing total pleasure. Meanwhile, her own pussy could not lie. She was in ecstasy.
“We have finally the perfect maid,” Mrs. Brose said as she swallowed the last drop of the semen she siphoned from the beautiful Colombian.
“Indeed,” Mr. Brose said, his flaccid cock dangling. “She is ready for advanced training. Probation is over.”
~
“Lower,” Mr. Brose said from behind Victoria. She was facedown over an ottoman in the great room. She was naked, as usual, and Mr. Brose had just finished spanking her. Mrs. Brose was out at the country club.
“I try, sir,” Victoria said. She ground her tits into the soft ottoman to get lower. She raised her bubble butt high into the air.
Mr. Brose drove his tongue into her asshole and licked it. Victoria squirmed from her boss’s tickling mouth.
“It’s spicy,” Mr. Brose said. He coated her tight, unforgiving asshole with his saliva until he finally penetrated Victoria with his fingers.
Victoria moaned in pain. She never had her ass played with before.
First, Mr. Brose placed one finger inside her ass and pumped it. Next, he added a second finger. A third finger. Eventually, he stretched her asshole until four fingers were inside. Victoria saw stars. Her ass hurt, but her pussy dripped at the same time.
“You’re a fucking pig,” Mr. Brose said. “I’m getting you ready for the rest of your service here at the estate.”
He wiggled his free thumb rapidly over the outside of her clit while his other fingers continued stretching the inside of her ass. Just when she thought it would end, Victoria felt Mr. Brose replace his fingers with something cold and hard.
“This is a trainer for your ass,” he said. “A glass dildo, my slut maid.”
Victoria felt the dildo challenge the stability of her insides. It drove deeper into her forbidden hole until she felt it press hard against her special spot inside. Her clit reacted excitedly to this new pressure. The dildo pressed harder once Mr. Brose smacked across Victoria’s ass cheeks.
“There is no end to what I will do to you during your service,” Mr. Brose said.
He stuck his dick into Victoria’s wet pussy. She felt her entire lower body might burst from having both holes filled. Each of her holes stretched to their maximum, and Victoria felt the inner walls of her ass and pussy collide from the pressure.
“Tell me what a whore you are for me,” Mr. Brose demanded.
“I am whore,” she said.
“What are you best at?”
“Getting fucked by you, Master,” Victoria said. Her voice failed as she felt her clit spasm and both of her holes clench down on their penetrators. She felt bombs of pleasure drop along her entire body.
“Yes! Papi!” Victoria screamed, and it echoed off the walls of the massive great room.
“Keep that dildo in your dirty ass,” Mr. Brose said as he withdrew his cock from her pussy. He walked around to the front of the ottoman and began smacking Victoria’s face with his cock. Her juices spilled from it onto her nose and cheeks.
“Gimme,” she said.
“Oh you hot fucking whore maid,” Mr. Brose yelled. His cock exploded ropes of thick, white cum across Victoria’s face. She had to shut her eyes as the hot seed reached her eyelids. She felt degraded and worshipped at the same time.
Mr. Brose left the room as if Victoria did not deserve a goodbye. He was a mechanical man in sex, and he knew exactly what he wanted. Now, face down on the plush ottoman, Victoria felt like a new woman. She knew that her pleasure belonged with pain. She felt graced by the seed of the billionaire masking her face.
She could never go back to her old life. She was more important now than in her days with Juan. Mr. Brose and his wife were brutal in their sexuality but generous in their gifts of pleasure. Victoria had a secure home and a never-ending supply of orgasms.
The only thought that crossed the young maid’s mind was what will they do to me next?