The Vietnamese Maid

Thomas asked Michael if he was particular about the woman's ethnicity, and he was told as long as they were South-East Asian, and willing to agree to come to his home on the false pretence of a maid job it didn't matter where in the region they hailed from.

It didn't take long for Thomas to find someone, he had found Lan immediately after putting the advert into the maid and cleaning company she worked for. It was Lan, that Thomas was always planning to bring to Michael. With his influence and power, Thomas discovered that Lan's family and friends were trying to convince her not to take the job, and so he upped the agreed price by another thousand pounds to entice her to take the job.

Knowing what Michael wanted, Thomas had picked Lan specifically for this job. She was shy, and perhaps susceptible to either bribery or blackmail in order to give her body away to someone. If she refused, well she was alone with Michael in his big manor house, and he'd still get what he wanted from her either way.

So now here he was, staring at Lan's bare brown bottom swaying as she cleaned the glass window. Michael wasn't ugly, he was quite handsome with dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a muscular body since he worked out at home in his private gym. He followed the shiny, back of her PVC stockings up to her suspenders peeking out under the skirt and his cock hardened in his bottoms he wore around the house.

He squeezed his thick cock, inside his bottoms and slowly crossed the room in silence. He was wearing a house-coat, and in one of it's pockets were a pair of handcuffs, a red ball gag, and a blindfold in the other pocket. Everything he would need to break in his first, new maid.

Lan was totally oblivious to Michael being in the room with her, and slowly he crept up behind her putting his arm out in front of him, ready to place on Lan's back to pin her to the window. He wasn't going to use any of the toys he had in his pockets, for now he was hoping her need for the £2,000 would make her either submissive to him, or paralyse her into letting him do what he wanted.

His hand came down onto her lower back, and on the squeaky PVC material of the outfit and forced her up against the window. She gasped, and grunted as she hit the glass window unaware it was actually specially designed glass, that would never shatter or break.

He forced open her legs with his feet, and pulled her back so her ass was pointed at him, and her lower body was bent over more.

"Don't move, I am the client. Mr Michael Renin. You are my new maid, yes?"

He pulled on her hair, but didn't remove the hat to emphasis he was in charge of her.

"Yes-yes. I Lan, your maid."

She was stammering, barely able to speak as she was breathing hard and fast.

"Do you need that £2,000?"

Lan shivered.

"I do, sir. Yes."

"Then you're going to work for it, remember the rule. Do as the client tells you, or you get paid nothing. Do you understand that?"

Lan nodded.

"Yes, I do-do sir."

"Will you do anything, for that money Lan?"

Lan wasn't thinking, she assumed the client was making sure she stole nothing or was surprised she was even in his house, so she answered too fast.

"Yes, I do anything sir, anything."

Michael said nothing, letting his hand from her back drop and slide down to the hem of her short skirt. It only just reached the bottom of her inner thighs, and yet showed a lot of her flesh. He slowly pushed the skirt up exposing her tanned, inner thighs and the bottom of her buttocks.

"No please, I not do that."

Michael pulled on her hair once more, firmly and roughly.

"Either play the game, Lan or go home penniless."

His hand pushed the skirt higher, with his mouth inches from her ear. Her full bottom was exposed, the skirt held up just above her buttocks and the hairless, smooth pussy between them visible from the way she was bent over.

"Play or go home, that's your options here Lan. I'm in charge, not you."

His hand dropped to her ass crack, and prised her cheeks open slowly spreading them more and more to expose her anus and smooth pussy lips. He found her pussy, and ran his fingers along her wet, glistening vagina lips. Her slit was smooth, and wet.

She was wet, a sure sign she was aroused. Michael knew this and applied pressure until his fingers were slipping inside her slightly, parting her slit open.

He took her leaking juices, and applied the warm liquid to her buttocks and even around her anus which made her flinch.

She didn't move, or try to get away. She was paralysed, she wasn't a whore but to go home now with nothing scared her more, and Michael scared her. To defy him, she wondered if he'd even let her leave having her alone with him in his house.

For a moment he took his hand away from her pussy, and pushed down the jogging bottoms he wore and fished out his big, thick erect cock. He didn't wear boxers around the house, and he took it by the shaft and guided it between her buttocks to her glistening, open pussy.

The thick mushroom cock-head pressed against her pussy, it was then she tried to pull away.

"No, no no please."

John held her in place by her hair, and grunted at her.

"Keep it up, you can go home with nothing. Now what's it going to be bitch, the money or the long drive back to London?"

Lan gasped, unable to do anything out of fear and then she felt it. His thick, bulbous cock-head slide inside her first and then his whole cock enter her.

It was so fast, so quick she couldn't believe it was happening. His thick, big cock was buried inside her to the hilt and it filled her up. She wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't been with many men or men the size that Michael was. He was inside her, and at first he didn't move but just stay still inside her letting her breath, and moan as she felt the intrusion, the violation begin.

Slowly he began to thrust, sliding in and out of her wet pussy before long he was pumping her like she was a rag-doll, ramming in and out of her. The eerie sound of hushed grunts, moans and gasps were loud and echoed around the room. The only other sound was the smacking sound Michaels' thighs made coming into contact with Lan's slender legs from behind, as well as his balls slapping her ass as he fucked her.

The thrusts, and pounding was so intense her whole body was being bounced back and then pinned hard against the window, as her buttocks clapped and bounced. She was too deep into her own senseless yearning for the £2,000 promised to her, to even put up a fight against him.

Soon enough, she could hear him grunt and moan and without warning he exploded inside her pussy, with no protection or condom. Again Lan wasn't young, but she was still capable of having children. She had gone to the doctors many times in her life, and the regular check-ups showed she was able to conceive. Now she had just been forced, to have unprotected sex with a man she didn't even know and the possibility of falling pregnant to him were a fair chance. For the life of her as well, she could not remember what times she was ovulating and hoped it wasn't now.

Michael held her in place, pulling on her air as he plopped out of her pussy with his flaccid cock and pulled his bottoms up over it.

"You're doing very good, Lan. Keep this up until next Sunday, and the £2,000 is yours. Now, go make me something to eat. The kitchen and fridge is stocked up, so make me something traditional from Vietnam."

He was breathing hard, as he turned around and walked out of the room. Lan stood there, still leant up against the window shaking, and quivering. She began to cry and weep, as she felt his thick, warm semen drool down the back of her legs. Slowly she slipped ,and slumped onto her knees on the carpet floor of the room, and wept as she lay her back against the wall contemplating what she had just got herself into with Michael Renin, and his job for her.





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