Household Chores

by maryjane

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Blackmail, Lesbian, BiSexual, DomSub, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Water Sports, Scatology, .

Desc: Sex Story: Maria and Miguel are illegal immigrants. Their employers, the bitch and the fat slob, abuse them terribly. Maria and Miguel get even.

"Wake up, Maria. Rise and shine."

The bitch seems happy enough today, I thought as I rolled over. Maybe her husband had given her a good fucking last night and I wouldn't have to eat that smelly cunt for another day. I opened my eyes and saw her, dressed only in a camisole and bikini panties. Oh, shit, she's horny; that's the costume she wears when she wants me to munch on her carpet. But that's really just an expression, because she kept her pussy carpet clean shaven.

"I've got to pee, Mrs." I jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. Having my own bathroom was a luxury I never had until I crossed the border and got this job. Back home there were eight of us sharing a bath; I would have to close my eyes on the toilet whenever one of my brothers was busy jerking off into the sink. Or into my face.

I stared at my body as I listened to the water splashing into the bowl. Sleeping nude was another luxury I adopted in this country, but I still couldn't figure why they put mirrors in bathrooms where women could watch themselves on the toilet, even men sometimes.

My body is not too bad looking; in fact, it's damn good looking. Fucking good looking! My father and my four brothers could attest to that. I could never understand how my mother let them get away with all that shit they did to me. I left home for the States when I was barely 16 because I was afraid that one of them would sooner or later knock me up. A baby would ruin this figure. Mama was too dumb to give a damn.

When I finished peeing, I didn't get up so fast. I just sat there and spread my pussy lips, watching my little man in the boat stand up. I gave him a little rub to get him started; that would hopefully assure that the bitch would make me cum. When I got up, I looked over my body in the mirror again, thinking that it was trim enough to get me another job, one where I would have to put out only once in a while instead of nearly every day. I'm a damn good housekeeper and there are a lot of rich gringos who can afford talent like me. And pussy like me.

I smiled to myself as I slowly brushed my teeth and washed up; the bitch could wait for me, as she always did, sitting on my bed in her fuck clothes. She's really not bad looking at all; 5' 3", 110 pounds, 34B tits, I did enjoy making love with her. It's just when I had to go down on her that I couldn't stand it. Why the fuck didn't she buy some sweet pussy spray? It smelled like she rubbed dead fish on her snatch every morning.

Her husband must be the one with the money, because he's a fat slob with a teeny little dick. Even when I swallow it, it doesn't get over six inches. And I barely feel it when he shoves it in my ass; of course, that may be because of all the stretching from Poppy and the boys. I didn't mind that part, once I had gotten used to it, because you can't get pregnant through the asshole. Only that was over a year ago.

"Hurry up, Maria, I'm horny. And Mr. Jones wants a shower and a quickie before he leaves for the golf course."

Oh, shit! I knew, I just knew that neither of them would make me cum today, at least not until the evening. It would just be up to Miguel, the chauffeur, to take care of me, which really wasn't so bad, but it meant I would have to go out in the heat to his room over the garage. I hate to fuck where there's no air conditioning; these gringos have spoiled me.

I opened the door and went back into the bedroom. The bitch stood up and pulled the camisole over her head; her tits were beautiful and my pussy began to leak. But I couldn't stand her smell.

"Please, Mrs., can I go back to bed? I'm so tired from the party last night."

She gave me that school teacher look and tone that I've grown to hate. "Now, now, Maria, you know that if we don't have your cooperation, we'll just have to call the Immigration people. Now you wouldn't want that, would you? You and Miguel?"

That cunt! I wanted to kill her.

"But if you're tired, we can do it lying down this morning. And I need you wide awake to give Mr. Jones his shower, only he doesn't have a lot of time, so let's get started."

I hated days like this. First I was going to have to eat that smelly cunt, and then I was going to have to give Mr. a shower, like he was a baby, and then probably blow him. Well, the blow job wasn't so bad, except that my hair would get all wet, and the bitch screams when I spend too much time drying it. What my real hope is is that I somehow can catch them cheating the IRS and then they can't threaten me with Immigration. Either that or get another job and move out without notice, except the notice they get when they go looking for the bitch's jewelry.

Mrs. took off her panties and stretched out on my bed. Shit, I'm going to have to change the sheets to get rid of her smell. Her legs were spread and hung over the foot of the bed, so that I wouldn't get to lie down after all, I would have to kneel between her legs while I ate her. Let's see if she'll go along with a sixty-nine.

"No, no, Maria, we have no time to eat you this morning. Mr. Jones is waiting."

Oh, fuck him! I took a deep breath and dove in between the bitch's legs, my mouth and tongue working fast. Funny how she could smell so bad and taste so good. "Mmff, mmff, mmff."

"Do you like to eat me, my little muff diver?"

"Yes, Mrs." Yeah, right. Another deep breath and I went back in, sucking her clit and using two fingers to saw her cunt. She was soaking wet, as usual. I knew she got off on the slurping sound I make as I suck her juices, but I do it anyway; it tastes so good. When I do it, though, it makes re realize that the smell isn't THAT bad, it's just that I hate her so much.

Sometimes, but not too often, she makes me wish that I was back at home. There my father and my brothers fucked me all the time, but they never abused me or insulted me. I was the cream of the pussy crop in the house, and they must have been afraid that I would shut out any of them who insulted me. I never thought about it then, I was just too afraid. They also fucked my mother and sister, but they were too gentlemanly, if you can imagine that, to make two or three of us put on a show for them. But this bitch is going to be punished, somehow.

My fingers got her g-spot and she raised herself on her elbows, screaming as usual, "YES, YES, YES." The juices were pouring out of her as she collapsed back on the bed; I drank down as much as I could. I picked up my head. Maybe I could go take care of her fucking husband and then go get some work done. I hate a filthy house; these people are lucky to have me.

"Get your head back there, slut, I have to piss." Oh, shit, I knew that if I didn't swallow most of it, she'd slap me around again. I opened my mouth to receive a warm stream of her yellow salty waste water; my lips made a tight seal around her slit. She had taught me that, ordered me to do it that way, not caring that it's impossible to swallow with an open mouth.

"Did that taste good, slut?"

"Yes, Mrs." I can't wait for the day when I sit on her face and piss down her throat. Or worse. Useless cunt! I wanted to puke in her face.

"Good. Now suck my nipples and then go take care of my husband so he can go out to play."

"Yes, Mrs." What the hell, sucking her nipples wasn't bad at all. They were nice and firm, standing at attention for my lips, rippled as though they had been soaking in water.

"Mmm, mmm, that's nice; now go, Maria, before he gets mad at me for taking so long."

Well, well, that was nice to know, that Mr. could get mad at Mrs. Someday that might be useful.

I walked naked down the hall to the master suite, the bitch following me back so that she could get dressed. I wiggled my rear at her, just for the hell of it.

"You have a beautiful ass, Maria. I can see why my husband loves to fuck it."

I looked back over my shoulder and smiled. No harm in keeping her friendly. When we got to the suite, I headed toward the bathroom while she turned toward her closet. The bathroom door was closed, but I was expected to walk in without knocking. I didn't expect to find the fat slob sitting on the toilet dumping a load. Ugh! Someday I was going to dump one in his face. And hers.

He didn't even look at me as he wiped himself, flushed and said, "Turn on the shower." When the water was just right, he walked in to the shower stall and turned all around, getting himself wet. It was a ritual; very few words were needed. I followed him into the shower and watched him take hold of his cock and aim his piss at my pussy, per usual. How he was able to piss after just taking a dump was beyond me, but somehow he did it. At least he didn't expect me to drink it down the way the bitch did.

When he was finished, I took the sponge and soaped it up, then began to clean his chest and stomach. He liked me to suck his nipples as I did that, and I quickly grew to hate the taste of the soap. Then he turned around and I washed his back, down to the waist. Next I went down on one knee to wash his legs, from behind, as he insisted. After that, I washed his ass with the sponge.

"Clean my asshole, Maria."

"I just did that, Sir."

"I meant with your tongue, cunt."

He was a no good bastard, just like his wife. The disgusting pig just wanted to humiliate me, but I had no choice. I dropped the sponge and spread his ass cheeks with my fingers, so that with my head turned sideways, my tongue could get in there. Good thing I had already cleaned that spot; when he makes me tongue him before I wash him there, I always have to throw up.

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