Battling the Maid
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2021 by Jim Priest
Fantasy Story: Getting frisky with the maid can be bad for your health
Caution: This Fantasy Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual InLaws FemaleDom .
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.
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