She signed a contract that said, “The employee shall, acting as a maid, make the house look attractive for the employer’s party, in the manner and under the direction of the employer, and serve guests at that party in a manner consistent with the party’s tone and purpose.”
She had thought she would be dusting and serving drinks. Instead, along with a number of other girls, she was tied to a pole, gagged, with her tits exposed, and guests were encouraged to stare at her, fondle and pinch her nipples, and insult her (to her face and otherwise).
She was outraged at first, and struggled, and fantasised about the justice that would be meted out when she called the police. But at some point in the night, as she listened to a long discussion between two men and a woman about how stupid she probably was, and whether one of the men’s bitch dog was more intelligent than her (and more chaste), and whether her breasts were more correctly called “fuckbags” or “udders”, she realised she had become sopping wet. She blushed as she realised how arousing this objectification was becoming, but her embarrassment only made her wetter.
By the end of the evening, when the still-restrained “maids” were moved to bend over the couches for a group fucking, she was so wet that she bucked eagerly against every cock stuck in her cunt or ass, and sucked happily on the cocks and pussies that were put in front of her mouth.
At the end of the night, she was awarded the coveted title of “best fucktoy”, and rewarded by having a blue ribbon to that effect pinned to her left tit, and a golden dildo trophy pushed into her fucktunnel. “Remember to respect it every day by fucking it a little, licking it clean, and then putting it back on your mantelpiece where guests can see it,” said her employer.
She spent a night in erotic dreams, and returned the next day, eager to sign up for any future work of this type she could get…
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