Free Use Maid Pt. 3

Chapter Three

Raisa

I finish swishing mouthwash in my mouth then look in the mirror intently, not quite recognizing the girl staring back.

What the hell has my life become?

What did I agree to do?

Adrian isn't bad. He's good looking and he's been gentle with me. Being with him was interesting, to say the least. I never expected that I'd enjoy sucking him off, either. I guess that was the most surprising part of it all.

On top of that, Adrian promised to come find me later tonight. I know what that means. We'll finish my "job training" with him fully taking my virginity.

I've never been the kind of girl to dream about the perfect way to lose it. I'm a realist. I've always thought I'd find a guy and we'd get hot and heavy in the backseat of his car. I know where I come from, girls from trailer parks in the Inland Empire like me don't tend to ask for much more.

I guess this is what I get for going against the grain like that.

"He told me to be ready," I whisper to my reflection. "What the hell does that mean?"

I run my fingers through my hair before turning around to get dressed. I put on a new uniform, staring down at my nearly bare legs as the skirt barely covers my ass.

Because my uniform is as skimpy as it is, I'm often hesitant to walk around the house on my own. Danielle informed me in my Standards of Procedures document--which is weirdly formal considering what I actually do here-- that the rest of the staff are aware of the arrangement. The cleaning staff and chef all expect to see me wandering around, but I've been too nervous to properly introduce myself. I've only met one of them, the security officer who was working the day of my interview, Jeff.

My stomach growls and I know I should go get some food. In the back of my head I think I might even need the energy later. I've never done anything like this before, so I don't know what I'd need to do to be 'ready' for it.

I work up the courage to head to the kitchen to make a sandwich. I open the door and creep out like a burglar in the night, tiptoeing my way toward the kitchen. Thankfully, nobody is waiting inside. I move quickly as I grab a ciabatta roll and slice it in half to shove cheese and sliced tomato between them.

I'm grabbing water, prepared to b-line back to my room, when the kitchen door opens. I whip my head around quickly, almost startled to see someone else. He's in casual clothes, jeans and a Tame Impala tour t-shirt, carrying a few canvas totes filled with groceries in his arms.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," the man says. His eyes lock on mine and don't budge at all. For a moment I feel the eye contact might be a little intense, but then I remember the skimpy French maid outfit with my entire midriff and almost my entire ass exposed.

He's just trying to be polite.

"You're good, sorry if I'm a little jumpy," I say, hugging the water against my body nervously. He sets the bags down on the counter and starts unpacking them to stay occupied. "I'm Raisa, by the way."

"Graham," he says, taking a step forward and holding his hand out. When he sees how full mine are, he stops and laughs, dropping his hand at his side. "So you're the new... maid..."

His eyes drop to my body again then he turns away from me, focusing on the bags.

Looking at him now, I can tell he's young. He's probably in his 20s and he's fit, but lean. By the look of his longer brown hair and his sun-kissed tan, I'd wager he's a hiker, maybe even a rock climber. He's attractive, and I can't help the small surge of warmth that courses through me seeing him.

It makes my cheeks burn, especially knowing the first time I see a cute guy working in this house, I'm dressed like I stepped right out of a bad porno.

"Yep, I'm the maid alright." I pause and search my brain for the name Graham. It takes me a moment to recall his name on the dossier Dominique gave me. "Graham... you're the home chef, then?"

He looks back at me and flashes a tight smile. He grabs the bags in hand and approaches the kitchen counter. I have my suspicions he's doing that just to avoid looking at me.

"You got it," he says, not looking back. I see the back of his neck burning bright red and I wonder if it's sunburn or if he's really blushing now. "So if you ever have a craving for something specific, I'm your guy."

"I'll keep that in mind," I say with a laugh. I don't know why because I'm humiliated standing here, but I linger by the fridge a few moments longer. I don't quite want to leave. It's nice seeing another person, especially considering he seems normal compared to Adrian and Dominique. "How long have you worked here?"

"Uhhh, two years?" Graham says, looking over his shoulder at me briefly enough for me to see the redness on his cheeks now. "Feels like a lot longer."

"Is it that bad here?" I ask, a nervous feeling in my chest.

"I didn't mean it like that," he laughs, looking at me, this time his blue eyes linger on mine. "This place is just as good a place to work as any. Better, even. My whole career started here and it just feels like that was ages ago."

"This was your first job?" I ask, questioning how old he is now.

"Not ever, but my first real job. I mean, Dominique hired me right after culinary school and she's paid me more than any restaurant in Hollywood would even dream of," Graham continues, unpacking bags before folding them and putting them in the recycling bin. "The Coopers are honestly great. They've helped me out a ton."

There's a morose tone to his voice that strikes me as odd. I can tell he has something on his mind, like he's fighting against saying what he truly wants.

"They do seem nice," I say, looking down at my uniform.

"You're okay with what's happening, right?" Graham blurts out, fully turning around so I can see the concern in his eyes. It's an abrupt question, but seeing his face now I can tell it's been bothering him.

A part of me is deeply embarrassed by the question, but I also appreciate it. A lot of crazy things happen in this town and to him this is another one of those stories.

"Yeah. I chose to do this," I say, my throat tightening as the redness creeps up my face. "They were upfront about it and I knew what I was getting myself into."

He lets out a long breath and nods his head. "Good."

He turns back around to focus on the groceries again. "If you need anything at all, I live here too in the basement. So you'll be seeing a lot of me, I'm sure."

"That'll be nice," I say, smiling at him as he turns to look at me. "It'll be good to have a friend here."

I wave gingerly and walk to the door, eager to get away and be alone. Unfortunately for me, Adrian just so happens to be approaching the kitchen, smiling at me as soon as he spots me leaving.

The door closes and I stand motionless for a moment, not knowing what to say. Instead I just nod my head like an idiot peasant bowing to a King.

The door opens behind me and Graham exits the kitchen. "Oh, Raisa--" Graham yells from the door as if calling after me. He comes to an abrupt halt as he nearly runs into me.

"Graham, good to see you," Adrian says with a wide smile, hardly acknowledging me or my outfit. "I see you and Raisa have met, then. I hope you can help her get acquainted with living here."

"Of course, sir," Graham promptly replies. He rattles off some conversation about meal preparations and Adrian follows him back into the kitchen, giving me a subtle nod before closing the door.

I scurry off to my room, eager to be alone once again. This job is weird, but I didn't expect it to make me feel the way it does. Knowing that everyone else working here will see me and know exactly what I do to make my money is unsettling.

I sit down and turn on the TV to try and get it off my mind. The sandwich is fine, but I pay less attention to the taste than I do Death Becomes Her while I eat. Meryl Streep is my all time favorite actress and studying her on the screen has always been a favorite pastime.

But right now, I have a difficult time studying the camp performance she gives in the film. Adrian promising to come find me later lingers in my head. That mixed with running into Graham has thrown me off.

When I finish eating, I fall back against the bed and stare at the ceiling. My heart beats hard in my chest as I start spiraling about tonight.

I'm going to lose my virginity. That's a heavy thing and I'm nervous.

My mind races on and on thinking about it and I lose track of time completely. My phone rings on the bed and I pick it up to see that Adrian is calling me. I have half a mind to ignore the call, but I know that I can't.

It's time.

"I need you in my office," Adrian says as soon as he hears me answer, not offering any other explanation before hanging up.

I stand up and straighten my skirt, making sure I look as put together as possible before taking a deep breath and heading to his office. This is it.

I feel on edge as I approach. It's not too late for me to give up on all of this if I want to, but I don't think that's where my apprehension is coming from. It's just nerves. It feels the same way it did during the first night of the high school play I starred in my senior year. It's something new and scary, but as soon as I get used to it it's going to be nothing.

I just have to get through this without issue, then I can take a breath.

I knock on Adrian's door and a moment later he calls for me to come in. I close it behind me and look at him, watching as he leans back in his desk, the phone pressed to his ear. He doesn't say anything to me as he tops the empty side of his desk. I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do, but I take that as a cue to sit down there.

"Curtis I have to stop you right there for a second," Adrian says, leaning forward and muting the call. He looks at me as I sit down and adjusts himself in his pants, he's hard again already. "I'm going to need to fuck you as soon as I get off this call. I want to watch you getting ready for me."

He doesn't offer any more explanation as he unmutes the call and tells Curtis he's back on the line. I sit beside him for a moment, looking around nervously as he watches me, his eyes falling down my body to my legs. When I don't do anything right away, he parts my legs with his hand and brings it back to his cock as he pulls it out and starts rubbing it. He knows his head as if to tell me I should be doing that to myself too.

I can take a hint so I lean back, making sure my legs are spread wide to give him the full view as I place a hand between my legs, gently tracing it along my folds.

Even though I'm incredibly nervous, watching as he massages his thick cock in front of me is definitely arousing. I can feel the excitement between my legs as I brush my finger along my clit. I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from moaning, which Adrian seems to clock and is clearly turned on by.

"I understand your concerns, Curtis, but I assure you I've spoken to the CTO and they've ensured all machinery has been tested and performed flawlessly," Adrian says, his voice as level as it was before he started pleasuring himself. His eyes are on me the entire time even though he's focusing on whatever it is he's working on.

Curtis talks on the other end and Adrian moves closer to me, I'm watching as I slide my index finger inside of my pussy. I close my eyes and I can't help the tiny moan that escapes my throat.

"Mmhmm, I'll have Oliver reach out and schedule a meeting with your scientists if that'll make you more comfortable," Adrian offers, standing up to position himself right between my legs as he continues teasing his own cock. I still have a finger in my pussy and I can already feel how aroused I am from a few moments of toying with myself.

I feel the heat of Adrian's body wrapping around me. The longer this goes on, the intensity builds between my legs and my breath quickens on the desk. Adrian is still busy on his phone call, but he notices this just in time to pull my hand away from my pussy. My eyes don't open and I stare up at him with an unspoken question contained within them. He just shakes his head, grabbing my hand, my fingers still wet with my juices, and bringing it to his cock.

I grip it and massage it in his stead, slowly moving my hand up and down, barely able to close my thumb and middle finger together around his girth. It's going to be intense taking this for the first time. But then again, he does have a very nice cock. I don't have much to compare it to, but it's nice and long, thick enough that I know the sensation of being filled by it is going to be out of this world.

Adrian moves a little bit closer so his cock is just inches away from my already wet pussy. He places a hand on my thigh as he talks to Curtis on the phone, slowly inching it toward my pussy.

He doesn't seem to lose concentration on his discussion as he slides a finger inside me, watching as I tilt my head back. He licks his lips, staring down at my body before pulling his hand away and lathering his cock in my juices.

"Curtis, I'm so sorry, but I have another meeting I have to attend. I can forward you over to my secretary and she can set up another time for us to discuss this after you've read the paper all the way," Adrian says, dealing with his goodbyes with Curtis before leaning over my body to hang up the phone and transfer the call.

When he's done, he stands up straight and looks at me, not wasting a moment. He grabs my thighs with both of his hands and spreads them far apart. He pushes me back on the desk so I'm flat on my back, and he moves my knees up higher so they're bent over most of my chest.

"I want you to stay just like this for me," Adrian whispers, admiring my pussy as it's spread open for him. "It didn't take you long to get wet at all. That's good."

"Thank you, Daddy," I whisper, watching him as the desire in his eyes burns hotter than ever hearing me call him.

"You learn quickly," Adrian says with a smile, moving his hand from my thigh as he brings it to my wet pussy. "Good behavior deserves a reward."

I grab a hold of my own legs to keep them in place as he lowers his face to my pussy, his tongue diving between the folds as he traces it from my hole all the way to my clit.

"Ahhhh," I moan, my breath heavy. "That's so good, Daddy."

He groans his approval against me, the vibrations sending surges of ecstasy through my body. I leave my head back and moan, not caring to hide the sound at all. Whatever your reaction I give him, he presses his tongue harder against my clit to let me know it's what I should be doing.

I only get louder as he swirls his tongue around me, sucking my clit between his lips and having an incredible orgasm out of me. "Fuck yes, Daddy!" I whimper.

He doesn't stop as I shake on the desk and dig my fingernails into my own thighs just to hold on to something. Adrian slides a finger inside of me as I come, groaning from his desire as he feels my walls clamp down around him.

"Oh you're going to feel fucking incredible coming on my cock," Adrian whispers to himself as he stands upright and positions himself right between my legs. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fill your tight little cunt with all my cum. Tell me you want that."

"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," I whisper, taking a deep breath and preparing myself. "I want you to cum inside me."

He grabs my waist and holds me steady as he pushes the first inch of his cock inside me. I cry out and my entire body goes stiff as he fills me. It's only a small amount, but he's so wide that it almost feels like I'm being split in half for a moment. Adrian doesn't move as I adjust to him, the pain I feel quickly giving way to pleasure as my pussy stretches around him.

"You're so fucking tight," Adrian moans as he pushes deeper, shoving about half of his cock inside.

With every inch I feel a mixture of incredible pleasure and a pressure that I can't decide if I want more of or not. But it's like there's a part of me being filled that I barely realized was empty until now. His cock is raw inside me, so I can feel every twitch and throb with an intensity I never could have imagined.

"Oh God," I whimper through gritted teeth.

Adrian doesn't stop pushing the rest of his cock inside of me, watching me intently as every inch is sheathed balls deep inside of me. He stands motionless for a moment, letting me feel how his cock throbs like he could already be on the verge of coming.

"You feel so fucking good around my cock," Adrian says. He grabs my legs and pulls them away from my chest, spreading them out around him as he stares down at my body.

"Take your top off. I want to see your tits shake as I fuck you for the first time." I unbutton the very small cropped blouse I've been given and pull it open to reveal my bare breasts. "Good girl."

Adrian backs away, pulling out slow enough that I feel every ridge of his hard cock as it grazes against my insides. I moan as I feel the friction and Adrian just pushing himself in and out. He does it a few times, letting me get used to the movement before he moves faster and harder inside me.

He almost pulls out of me completely, the tip of his cock barely staying inside my pussy, before he rams it against me hard enough that the desk shakes below us.

"Fuck!" I scream, my body trembling as the sudden movement nearly drives me to orgasm.

When he feels that, he stops moving for a few moments until I calm down, then proceeds to thrust in and out of me even more. I never imagined sex would feel this fucking good.

His cock feels incredible inside of me and I don't want it to leave. How have I gone this long in my life without being filled? I don't want to go another moment without this.

My breath is ragged as he pumps in and out of me, the pleasure too intense for me to fight it off. I feel a small wave crash over me and I brace myself for what's to come. Adrian must feel it too because he grips my waist tighter, pumping harder inside me.

"That's right baby, I want to feel you coming all over my cock," Adrian whispers, watching me as he thrusts hard and my tits bounce with each movement. A second later, I'm sent over the edge and my entire pussy clenches around him, squeezing and spasming as I feel him erupting inside of me.

"Yes, Daddy!" I scream out, reaching a hand toward my breasts to rub it against my nipple on instinct. The extra jolt of arousal is intensified with every thrust.

All I feel is relief and warmth flooding through me as Adrian cums inside me, filling me entirely. It's extra slick now, and every thrust is more measured. Adrian doesn't say anything as he grunts and stares down at me while he rides out the rest of his orgasm.

By the time he is done, my entire body is limp and exhausted from the rush I just felt moments ago. Adrian falls back in his desk chair and takes a few deep breaths as he stares at me sitting on his desk. A smile curls in the corner of his lips and his blue eyes lock on mine.

"How did you like that?"

"It was really good," I say, still breathless.

"You might not always have warning for when I need to fuck you, so you need to make sure you stay ready," Adrian says in the same tone I imagine a manager might give an employee at a quarterly review. "But you did good for your first time. Next time I fuck you I won't be as painful."

He hands me a handful of tissues from the side of his desk then stands up to button his pants back up and prepare to leave.

"Why don't you go take a nice hot bath and get cleaned up?" Adrian says, lingering by the doorway as he looks over my nearly naked body with a pleased smile.

I lean back on the desk for a moment when he leaves. I never spent a lot of time imagining how I lost my virginity, but I did imagine I would at least get to kiss the person who took it. It just feels a little cold to be used like this.