CAITLIN FAIRCHILD

MAID TO SERVE

The New Contract

by PJ

Caitlin bounced vigorously upon Pietr's lap, her heavy tits swinging as the grounds keeper pumped his huge dick through her slurping, sopping wet pussy. Pietr smacked Fairchild's rocking buttocks with his meaty, callused hands, slapping Caitlin's sweet cheeks till they throbbed crimson. Caitlin glanced over her shoulder at the leering handy man, slipping her fingers between her splayed, sweat-slick thighs, rubbing her tingling, sticky clit until she threw her long, wet, red hair back and sobbed as a toe-curling climax rushed through her slender frame.

Pietr lifted Caitlin off his dripping prick and buried his scruffy face inside the tall, buxom maid's musky, cum-splattered crack. Caitlin squeezed her perspiring breasts, massaging her swollen strawberry nipples with her thumbs while the groundsman stuck his tongue inside her pouty bunghole, his thick fingers working furiously inside her drooling, puffy pink cunt.

Fairchild was biting her lower lip from another thigh-quaking orgasm when there was a gentle knocking on the door of the grounds keeper's hut. Kara tentatively opened the door, grinning when she found Pietr with his head between Caitlin's cum-soaked ass cheeks.

"The Master wants to see you, Caitlin."

"A..alright," stammered Fairchild, wiggling her black satin panties back up her long, luscious legs, then smoothing down her short, pleated, black satin skirt. Pietr gave Caitlin's butt a parting pinch as Fairchild gathered up her sweaty scarlet hair and piled it atop her head.

Kara giggled while she watched Caitlin leave the small hut. After Fairchild was gone, Pietr caught the petite blonde's right hand and tugged her over to him.

"Get down and suck my dick clean, girl!"

"Okay," smirked Kara wickedly, folding to her knees, then cupping the groundsman's semen-soaked member in her small, cool hands, licking the thick ropes of spunk from Pietr's veined shaft.

Caitlin entered the big house through the kitchen and walked down a wood-paneled hallway beside the grand stair to the first floor study just to the left of the mansion's main double doors. It was a warm day, so the fireplace was cold. The Master sat in his big leather chair behind his desk, reading from one of his old books.

"Helping the handy man?" smirked the Master over the top of his open volume as Caitlin made her respectful curtsy before his desk.

Fairchild's hot blush was her only reply, she straightened and folded her hands behind her back, breasts jutting forward, her wide expanse of cleavage still flushed pink and beading from her exertions with Pietr, imprints of his groping paws visible upon her milky slopes.

"You may sit, Miss Fairchild."

Frowning at her Master's sudden grave expression and demeanor, Caitlin sat down in one of the plush red leather seats and folded her long, fishnet-clad legs beneath her.

The Master opened a manila folder, Caitlin recognized the legal document inside as her contract.

"The agreement we made for you to serve in my employ expires today, Miss Fairchild. I believe I owe you the balance of your salary and my recommendation to the college of your choice. You still have time to enter the spring semester if you wish."

"My contract..is finished?" whispered Caitlin softly, stunned by the news.

"Yes, time passes quickly, doesn't it?" smiled the Master, sliding over a fat envelope to the beautiful redhead.

"Um, sir? Is there any possibility of extending my contract?"

"You'll miss your first semester. Don't you want to pursue your academic career?"

"To be honest, sir, I've really enjoyed living here with you, Kara, and Pietr," smiled Caitlin shyly, lowering her bright, green eyes.

"And I've enjoyed employing you here, Caitlin," replied the Master warmly, affectionately. "But do you really want to be a maid for the rest of your life? You're an intelligent, wonderful, young woman, you have so much potential, I wouldn't want you to waste it."

"Then you want me to leave, sir?"

The Master leaned back in his chair until it creaked, he steepled his long fingers. "That's your decision, Miss Fairchild. I can't decide your future, you must make this choice on your own."

"Can I stay here until I make my final decision?"

"You'll always be welcome in my house, Caitlin. I'll call a car for you when you're ready."

"Thank you, sir," nodded Caitlin, rising from her chair and giving the Master another deep curtsy before she clicked out of the study in her sharp ebony stiletto heels.

"Are you really gonna leave, Kat?" asked Kara as she reclined in the shared bed, dressed in one of Pietr's worn flannel shirts while Caitlin combed out her wet crimson hair still gleaming from her bath.

"I don't know. I want to stay, but my Master's right, do I want to be a maid forever?"

"You're happy here, aren't you?" prodded Kara, rolling onto her tummy and propping her chin on her palms.

"Yes..I've never been happier anywhere else," admitted Caitlin, setting her brush upon her lap, tears welling in her large emerald eyes.

"Then stay! Our Master's rich! You'll never have to worry about money."

"What about you? Don't you want to go to college after your contract's done?"

"That was my plan when I took the job," replied Kara, shifting onto her back and lifting her bare, ivory legs, pointing her toes at the ceiling. "But now, after getting to know the Master and Pietr, I might stay here even after my contract is done. The Master takes care of me, you know?"

"Yes, it is..comforting," smiled Fairchild, applying her brush to her bright copper hair again.

"Come to bed, I'll give you another reason to stay," smirked Kara, sitting up and unbuttoning her borrowed flannel shirt, her small milky breasts blushing as she peeled the shirt from her creamy, alabaster shoulders.

"Oh, Kara," sighed Caitlin, padding across the chilly floorboards to the large, feather mattress bed, then leaning over to blow out the single candle illuminating the tiny closet room before she slipped beneath the warm, heavy quilts and allowed the teenage blonde girl to caress her with gentle, loving fingers.

The Master was waiting for Caitlin when she entered his study after breakfast. With a nod from the wealthy recluse Fairchild perched on the edge of one of the red leather chairs facing the massive oak desk.

"I've made my decision, sir."

"Yes?"

"I want to remain in your service, sir. There's a local college in the town down the valley, with some of the salary I earned I'd like to buy a car so I can commute from the mansion to campus."

"Is that what you really want, Miss Fairchild?"

"Yes, sir, it is," nodded Caitlin.

"Very well," replied the Master, opening the manila folder again and sliding over a new contract. "I took the liberty of drawing up a new contract extending your service for four more years. You will receive full medical benefits as before, plus a modest raise in pay."

"Thank you, sir!" beamed Caitlin, taking a pen from the Master and eagerly signing the new contract.

"You are willing to perform all of the services I demanded in the last contract?"

"Yes, sir!" grinned Fairchild, her cheeks glowing.

"Then come over here and resume your duties."

Fairchild walked around the Master's desk and dropped to her fishnet-sheathed knees. Caitlin deftly unzipped the Master's trousers and withdrew his rising cock, she moaned with pleasure when she took her Master into her mouth, sucking on his swelling knob, her fingers gently squeezing the gasping man's testicles.

"I'm..so glad..you stayed!" groaned the Master, raking his fingers through Caitlin's thick, scarlet hair, thrusting his meat through the kneeling redhead's hungry, sloppily slurping cherry lips.

Caitlin pressed her face into her Master's crotch, sucking his entire pulsating length down her gulping throat, her stroking tongue inflaming the sobbing man's stiff shaft.

Fairchild tugged down her low-cut bodice so her pendulous tits could spill free. The Master slapped his dripping cock over both of Caitlin's melon-sized mammaries, he smeared a mixture of saliva and cum over Fairchild's throbbing strawberry nipples, Caitlin cradled her gleaming tits and licked the salty-sweet smears from her tingling breast buds, then she suckled on the oozing head of her Master's dick, moaning softly with pleasure when more salty spunk oozed onto her tongue.

Rising to her ebony heels, Caitlin pulled down her black silk panties, she mounted her Master, wrapping her slim arms about his neck, rubbing her wet pussy up and down his slick, hot member before she pressed his engorged knob to her gaping vulva, biting her quivering lower lip as the Master's cock slowly penetrated her clenched vagina.

Hiking up Fairchild's pleated maid skirt, the Master fondled Caitlin's bouncing buttocks as he sucked ravenously upon Kat's milky left breast. Panting, rocking back and forth as the leather chair creaked and groaned beneath her, Fairchild humped her Master energetically, spearing herself upon her employer's thrusting prick. The Master slapped Caitlin's bucking ass, running his hands all over the hot, luscious mounds of Fairchild's bouncing butt. The humping Master wiggled his left index finger into Fairchild's puckered bunghole, he reamed her tight rectum as he pistoned his slippery meat in and out of Caitlin's sucking, milking pussy.

Caitlin combed her fingers through her Master's black hair, she lifted his handsome face up to hers and kissed her employer passionately, her tongue wicked and teasing inside the Master's open mouth while she humped him faster, her sensual hips rocking with the sharp thrusts of her pelvis, mixed semen and cunt spunk spilling from between Fairchild's straddling thighs, soaking the rich black leather of the Master's squeaking chair.

Fairchild clutched her Master's head to her heaving, perspiring bosom. The Master licked Caitlin's hot, dripping, musky cleavage, his tongue lathering Kat's flushed, slippery tits with saliva while he clutched his bucking maid's gorgeous vanilla ass, driving his cock viciously into the sobbing, arching redhead's insatiable pink gash until she screamed in climax, falling limply across her Master's exhausted, spent body.

"I'm going to enjoy your continued service, Miss Fairchild," murmured the Master in Caitlin's ear, hugging the slender, voluptuous beauty tight with her flushed, soft cheek pressed next to his, her sweet-smelling, bright red hair tickling his nose and drool-flecked lips.

The End

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