{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"aae3f0cf-380b-442c-a308-a74c6f7c60df","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-12-31T14:10:40.257Z","title":"Maid For Trouble 2","slug":"maid-for-trouble-2","shortId":"7kKQAbGe","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A high society trophy wife is dominated by her former maid again. This time, she won't be alone with the evil maid.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"709b6a55-a025-4c52-bae7-e02a9e2d57e0","title":null,"summary":"The phone call from her lawyer left Mrs. Jillian Van\nThordsen with an ample and undisguisable smile.","wordCount":7715,"readTime":39,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The phone call from her lawyer left Mrs. Jillian Van\nThordsen with an ample and undisguisable smile. Despite being outrageously\nrich, being informed she could be a little bit wealthier was an uncommon and\npleasant occasion.

Back at her mansion from the hair saloon, after a long time browsing her wardrobe, Jillian picked a lingerie set of bra, panties and garter belt, in black satin with red lace trim and ruffles. The garter clasps that held her shimmering tan nylon stockings sported a delicate bow in black satin. After slipping her delicate feet into a pair of Jimmy Choo stiletto pumps in red patent with 5” heel, she paraded in front of the mirrors. She was more than satisfied with the view. Jillian still had a body to kill for, and the sexy lingerie added a naughty touch to the classy lady. She eventually settled for a Valentino skirt suit in a slightly shimmering silky fabric in bright red. The jacket showed a decent amount of cleavage and was fitted at the waist, paired with a pencil skirt with the hem a couple of inches above the knee. At first it seemed too flashy for a business meeting, but after seeing the final result in the mirror, Jillian’s doubts vanished. She looked really confident and sexy with the attire, and after putting a three round pearl necklace and earrings, she refreshed her makeup and left the house.

Jillian arrived at her lawyer’s office building, parked her Mercedes at the underground parking of the skyscraper and headed to the elevators. When she reached the destination floor, she took a glance at her watch. It was 7.15PM, and it could be considered “fashionably late” for someone of her class.

She was politely greeted by her lawyer’s assistant, who escorted her to Laura’s office. It was a huge space with a large desk surrounded by swiveling chairs and a living room with a large sofa and two individual armchairs. The furniture was the best in modern Italian design and showcased the refined taste of her owner.

“Wow! Look at you Jillian! That’s really bold, you look stunning honey!”

“Thanks dear, you too! Really nice outfit!”

“Thank you!”

Jillian had to recognize that Laura looked equally stunning. The snug fitting black skirt ended just above the knee, and the jacket was white with black trim at the lapels and pockets, giving the blonde lawyer an elegant and polished look. For Jillian, it was a mystery how Laura managed to make her hair looking like just out of the saloon after a long day at work. Little did she knew, that just like her, Laura wouldn’t let her competitor steal the show, and that afternoon she had visited the hair salon.

“Let me guess… Escada?”

“Very well! Escada of course.”

Her attire was completed by a purple lace lingerie set of bras, panties and garterbelt, her endless legs were covered by black stockings with back seam, and a pair of black patent 5” Louboutin pumps adorned her feet. A gold necklace with discrete matching earrings completed her look.

Both ladies exchanged pleasantries until Laura invited Jillian to sit at the sofa. She instructed her assistant, who besides Laura and Jillian was the only person left at the entire floor, to allow Mr. Rutherford’s envoy to come up.

Down at the building lobby, one of the women at the reception desk told the envoy she was cleared to go.

“Elevators 1 to 6, floor 37th”

Everything was going as planned, and once she had those documents signed she would be awarded a hefty commission.

Jillian was sitting on the sofa with her back towards the office door and her shapely nyloned legs crossed. She clearly heard when Laura dismissed her assistant allowing her to go home, and greeted Mr. Rutherford’s envoy.

The arrogant lawyer, surprised by the appearance of the envoy, disdainfully looked her down, doing little to conceal it. In a way, she was expecting a boring pencil pusher male from the administrative staff. In front, she had a stern looking young black woman of about 20 years old, wearing a black top, jeans, black boots and a headscarf that was quite the opposite of what she was expecting. Her beefy complexion and the size of her arms, neck and shoulders showed she was well accustomed to physical work. For a few seconds, despite her well earned reputation as an implacable lawyer, Laura felt intimidated by the defiant way that the tough looking youngster looked at her from head to toes. It made her think that making her wait at the lobby for more than an hour wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“Follow me, please. I am Laura Anderson, let me introduce Mrs. Van Thordsen.”

The black girl followed Laura to the area of the office where Jillian was sitting. The high society wife would not deal with a simple employee, so, ignored the black youngster even when she stood in front of her.

“Jillian, let me introduce your ex husband’s envoy, Ms…?”

“Sharmane.”

That voice, that name, made Jillian shudder. Hundreds of miles from her former home, it was the black maid that not only had defied her. The young black maid that had beaten down, humiliated, spanked and fucked her sophisticated boss on her own living room, was now standing in front of Jillian. For some reason, Jillian needed visual confirmation; she slowly lifted her head until making eye contact with Sharmane. That contact lasted a fraction of a second, and the pampered blonde couldn’t tame her haughtiness when addressing her lawyer.

“But… She is just a maid!”

The former maid stepped forward and stared at Jillian with an evil smile. The posh trophy wife immediately lowered her head as she remembered it wasn’t a clever move to upset Sharmane.

Mixed feelings revolved the trophy wife’s mind. Fear of being dominated, humiliated and fucked again, this time in front of her lawyer; and embarrassingly, a strange excitement for the same reasons. Maybe, the fact of not being the only one exposed to such a fate contributed with that strange feeling. Tough surprised, Laura acted professionally and ignored her client.

“This won’t take long. Ms. Sharmane, please take a seat.”

Sharmane took a documents folder from her handbag and handed it to Laura. She tossed the bag over the coffee table and seated at the sofa besides Jillian. Laura walked to her desk, and after seating at her chair, started the document’s revision without paying attention to Jillian and Sharmane. Sitting at the sofa, Sharmane moved closer to her former boss and muttered close to her ear.

“All dolled up as usual, Madam…”

Jillian attempted to stand up and move away from her former maid, but the black girl placed her hand over her shoulder and pushed her down. Her slender body shuddered when she felt the strength of the black girl again. Sharmane run her index finger along Jillian’s jacket cleavage, slightly pulling it forward allowing her to take a peek of the blonde’s breast. Jillian was petrified, with her heart beating faster and feeling a strange tingling in her moistening crotch. She remained with her legs crossed even when Sharmane slid her index finger over her lace covered nipple.

“You’ve put a nice sexy bra on… Maybe you knew I was coming…”

“P…please not here. T… take your hands off me! This is not appropriate!”

Jillian was clearly nervous and concerned that Laura could see what was happening,. Sharmane grabbed Jillian’s knee and pulled from it, forcing her to uncross her legs.

“Nice sheer hose Ma’am! Let’s check a little bit more…”

The black girl slid her hand under Jillian’s skirt and between her legs. She twisted the hand making her former boss to spread her legs open a couple of inches, until the pencil skirt opposed resistance. Jillian attempted to resist her former maid’s advance pushing Sharmane’s arm with her delicate hand.

“I forgot you like it the hard way, Madam. I am sure you miss when I made you lick my pussy.”

“Nnn…No… not now, please!”

Laura was at her desk concentrated on the documents, oblivious to the muttering and touching at the sofa. Jillian, knowing what her former maid was capable of doing, withdrew her hand allowing the black girl to go ahead. Sharmane slid her hand further over Jillian’s inner thighs past the stocking tops until reaching her former boss now profusely dripping crotch. The classy blonde trembled at the teasing and made her best to muffle a moan.

“You really missed this Madam. I think you want me to teach you a new lesson in humility.”

While taunting at her former boss, Sharmane pressed her index finger against her satin covered crotch. Soon the finger found its way between her pussy lips and was buried one inch together with the panties’ satin fabric. The teasing was making harder for the high society lady to muffle her moans.

“Mmmmhh! P... please stop this.”

“I remember how you enjoyed being beaten down and dominated. Maybe you miss licking black pussy…”

“Mmmhhh! Oooh! No! Please! Mmmmh!”

Sharmane ignored Jillian’s unconvincing pleading until she noticed Laura standing up. She withdrew her hand from under Jillian’s skirt while Laura walked towards them. The lawyer stopped halfway and called Jillian, who after seeing her expression, immediately knew something was not as expected.

“Jillian, I need to talk to you.”

The blonde trophy wife clumsily stood up, and after tugging down the hem of her tight skirt, approached Laura. Not wanting Sharmane to hear her, the lawyer whispered at Jillian’s ear.

“They’ve made some important changes on the documents. You won’t get anything from the trust fund. I strongly recommend not going forward with this.”

Jillian sensed trouble ahead. Her former maid was now standing ten feet in front of them, and looking at her crooked grin Jillian knew the black girl was well aware of the changes on the documents. Worst of all, Jillian feared the black girl wouldn’t leave the office without the documents signed. Laura, noticing how uneasy Jillian has turned, decided to take matters in her own hands. The lawyer faced Sharmane and addressed her with a calm but firm tone.

“Ms. Sharmane, please tell Mr. Rutherford my client won’t sign the documents unless they reflect exactly what we agreed before.”

The former maid remained silent but took a couple of steps towards the haughty ladies. Laura was now playing her role as unsparing lawyer and pressed forward.

“Ms. Sharmane, do you understand the situation?”

“Not only your client. You also have to sign acknowledging you advised her to go on with the agreement. That’s on Addendum A.”

“You must be kidding. I won’t sign such a nonsense!”

Sharmane didn’t utter a word. She looked ice cold, but her excitement was growing. Everything was going as planned, and she approached further to the conceited ladies looking at them from head to toes with her trademark disdainful expression. Laura was making eye contact with Sharmane; and Jillian, knowing how her former maid could react, tried to look elsewhere.

Laura, unaware of Sharmane’s real intentions resumed her “tough lawyer” role.

“This kind of conduct is unacceptable and unprofessional. It was a waste of my time and my client’s. I think there’s no point discussing this matter. I must ask you to leave.”

Sharmane looked at the stuck up blonde lawyer, who had assumed an even more snooty position. Her left arm was crossed under her breasts with her left hand resting at the right elbow bend, and her right hand had the index finger pointing to the exit door. Sharmane stepped forward until her face was at one feet of Laura’s, who instinctively took a step backward to keep her distance from the black girl. A succession of steps forward by Sharmane and retreats by Laura ended when the now clearly upset lawyer reached the edge of the desk with her butt. Sharmane moved forward until her thighs pressed against Laura’s thighs, pinning the uppity lawyer against the desk.

“Ms Sharmane, if you don’t leave now, you leave me no other option than calling security.”

Of course Sharmane was unfazed by the threat, so after checking Jillian was a mere spectator, tilted her upper body forward until her large breasts pushed against Laura’s chest. The lawyer instinctively tried to push Sharmane with her delicate manicured hands, but her skinny arms lacked the strength to move the black amazon. Sharmane laughed at the weak attempt, and after taking a step backwards, grabbed Laura’s jacket lapels and pulled the stunned blonde from the desk.

“Let me show you how to push somebody.”

“Take your hands off me! How you dare to…”

Still grabbing her jacket, Sharmane moved Laura like a rag doll until her back was towards Jillian. She released the grasp on her jacket, and after placing her right hand palm on the center of Laura’s chest, vigorously pushed the lawyer towards her client. Laura, unable to gain footing in her 5” stilettos, staggered backwards until her back collided with Jillian’s chest. Both high society ladies were taken by surprise and ended sprawled in the floor. Before they could stand up by their own, Sharmane grabbed an ear of each lady and yanked them up.

“Oooww! Ooouch! Stop this! You’re hurting us!”

Once she had Jillian and Laura standing at her sides, the black girl kept on twisting their ears and walked the sophisticated high society ladies around the desk like a pair of misbehaving spoiled children.

“Oouuch! Please stop!”

“Too late dumb bitches! All you had to do was signing the fucking documents. I’ll teach you some business etiquette!”

Both socialites groaned at the ear twisting and their designer heels clacked at the marble floor while Sharmane walked them around the office for a while.

“You are a pair of wimps, you need a workout.”

“Ooohhh! Aaaghh! Stop this! How you dare! Someone please help!”

Jillian and Laura begged for help to no avail. Sharmane alternatively pulled down from their ears, making the dressy ladies bent down until their asses touched their heels, and pulled up making them to stand up. It was a quite difficult to accomplish task wearing tight skirts and stilettos. After a dozen exercises, and without releasing their ears, the black girl kept walking them around. Sometimes Sharmane would pull down, making them walk bowed down and other times she would pull their ears upwards, forcing the charming ladies to walk on tip toes.

“Stuck up bitches! You think you can boss around people like me all the time.”

The formerly flamboyant ladies were the ones being bossed around like a pair of misbehaving brats. When the groaning turned into sobbing, Sharmane was satisfied. She had Laura and Jillian standing in front of the large sofa when she released their ears. They were caressing her punished lobes, and although Laura was still thinking about reaching the phone to call security, she could not find courage enough to defy that tough black girl.

Sharmane stepped in front of Jillian and without giving a hint of her next step, sent a powerful slap to her former boss’ made up face. Laura watched in horror how Jillian flew backwards towards the sofa when another hard slap landed in her own face, making her fall onto the sofa just like her client.

“Dumb weaklings… You should have signed when I told you to. ”

The former maid stood in front of the high society ladies, who were sprawled over the sofa still wrapped in their designer outfits, nylons and heels. Both were caressing their smacked cheeks when Sharmane yanked Jillian up by the hair and grabbed her neck, exerting a gentle pressure on her arrogant ex boss.

“Ok, ok, p… please stop this.”

With Sharmane taunting her client, Laura sensed it was her opportunity to reach her desk and call security. She run as fast as she could on her high heels, knowing the clicking would reveal her intentions. Once he reached the phone, she frantically dialed security but had no answer. Sharmane roughly smacked Jillian again making her lay sprawled on the sofa, threatening her not to move. As her stunned former boss nodded, Sharmane faced the lawyer.

“I bet you are looking for this… or those…”

Sharmane showed the lawyer the phone cord and a couple of cell phones. As the black girl quickly approached her, Laura dropped the handset and remained petrified. Sharmane yanked her blonde hair and used it as a sling to make the cocky lawyer fly towards the sofa. Laura tripped a few feet before reaching destination and landed face down on the floor. Before she could even try to stand up, Sharmane flipped her face up, and straddled the slender lady using the knees to pin Laura’s arms at her sides.

“P… please, please. I’ am sorry, please!”

“SMACK! Ooohh! SMACK! Aaahh!”

The black girl slapped her model face and slid her fingers over Laura’s designer jacket, starting on her chest until reaching her neck. She lifted the expensive necklace with her index finger before sliding both hands under the jacket, and gently squeezed Laura’s lace covered silicone breasts.

“All this things must cost a fortune. Think you’re better than me cos you can buy all this expensive shit?”

“SMACK! Aaahh! I am sorry! SMACK! Ooohh! Please no more!”

Sharmane bitchslapped the beautiful lawyer several times. Not so hard as to physically harm her; but hard enough to show that prissy blonde who was in charge. Laura’s body contorted under the powerful black girl, her slender nyloned legs shuffled while her expensive heels slid on the floor at each slap. Sharmane kept on slapping Laura until she burst into tears.

“Not so fucking high and mighty now. Still wanna call security?”

“N… no please… I’m sorry!”

“I know you are. You are my bitch now.”

Sharmane stood up and yanked Laura’s hair until the blonde lawyer was on her feet, afterwards pushing her roughly until she sat on the sofa besides Jillian. None of the formerly haughty women dared to look at the intimidating youngster standing in front of them, but they weren’t surprised when Sharmane yanked their hair making them stand up. Laura was still sobbing and tears mixed with eyeliner run across her cheeks.

The black girl caressed Laura’s cheek and combed her blonde hair with her hand. The lawyer was terrified not knowing what would come next while Sharmane took a step back and snapped several photos of the wealthy blondes with her phone.

“Now you will sign the fucking documents or I will fuck the shit out of your sorry asses!”

The snooty lawyer thought she could still play the legal card to regain control of the situation, and made the mistake of threatening the black girl.

“You are crazy! Leave now and I promise I won’t press charges against you!”

If the lawyer had seen the expression of despair on Jillian’s face, she wouldn’t have threatened the youngster with a lawsuit. Laura’s reply was a clear indication for Sharmane that the arrogant lawyer still needed to be brought down to reality.

“Well ladies, it’s gonna be the hard way…”

“No, please Sharmane, I am sure we can solve…”

Jillian’s futile attempt to talk to her former maid was interrupted by a slap in her made up face. It was followed by another, this time on her lawyer’s. Sharmane was determined to make both beauties accept who was in charge once and for all. She grabbed their delicate necks with her strong hands and exerted a steady pressure while pushing them up.

“Aaagghhh! Oooughhh!”

Without releasing the grip on their necks, Sharmane pushed the glamorous blondes to a nearby wall. As Sharmane also pushed upwards on their necks they had to walk backwards on the tip of their stilettos, until they were pinned with their backs against the wall. For the pampered rich ladies, it was a nice display of Sharmane’s sheer physical strength; it seemed the black girl could lift each of them with just one arm.

“You know you will sign the docs… The question is if I have to ruin your pretty faces…”

Sharmane released the grasp on their necks, took a switchblade from her pocket and after opening it, waved the blade in front of the classy blondes. The terror expression in their faces was the confirmation that the threat was more than effective, now the black girl knew she could do whatever she wanted. She decided to start with her former boss.

“Looking like a million dollars as usual, but not for long. Let’s see how well these fancy clothes are made.”

Jillian stood still, with her palms resting on the wall while Sharmane used the blade to cut the first two buttons of her jacket, exposing her sexy designer bra. Jillian sighed when the former maid moved the blade away from her cleavage, and used it to tear the red silk fabric of the jacket. Sharmane worked on the front and sleeves of the garment, and in no more than a minute, she had rendered the expensive jacket into shreds.

“Let’s see what’s under this jacket…”

Sharmane grabbed Jillian’s jacket lapels and pulled outwards and downwards. As she stripped it down to elbow height, Jillian stood still until her arms were restricted at her sides by the remains of the jacket. Her erected nipples were clearly noticeable through the black satin cup of the designer bra. The ex maid slid the switchblade in her pocket and pulled the delicate fabric of the cup down, until Jillian’s breasts were fully exposed. The trophy wife did her best to muffle a soft moan when Sharmane circled her index finger around her hardening nipples. Satisfied, Sharmane softly patted her breasts before standing in front of Laura.

“Please, you must stop this! You can’t…”

“I think I can improve this outfit.”

Unless she took the risk of being savagely beaten up, Laura knew she had no option than let the black girl proceed at will. Soon, like she did with Jillian, Sharmane used the switchblade to destroy Laura’s designer jacket. The lawyer ended with her white jacket stripped down to elbow height, and her feeble arms were also bound at her sides by the shredded garment. Her perfectly round 36D silicone breasts were contained by a sexy purple lace bra, but not for long.

“Naughty bitch! You spared no expense on these balloons!”

Just as she did with Jillian, she took Laura’s breasts out of the bra cups. For a while, the terrified lawyer resisted as Sharmane gently pinched her nipples and caressed her breasts.

“Oooh! Please don’t do this to me!”

Sharmane continued pinching Laura’s nipples and cupping her breasts until she eventually felt the blonde’s body shudder and her nipples harden.

“You should ask your client. Ask her how I made her cum. That was nothing compared with how I am going to fuck you both tonight.”

“F…fuck us? This is a joke… W…what do you mean?”

“You’ll find it out soon, blondie. Let’s see what’s under that skirt.”

The youngster released the grasp on the lawyer’s breasts and took the switchblade from her pocket.

“I think it’s a tad too long. A pretty old bitch like you can still wear a miniskirt.”

Sharmane tugged from the skirt’s hem and used the blade to cut a good ten inches of the skirt length, putting Laura’s stocking tops and garter clasps on display. She made the lawyer turn around to finish the job with the back of the skirt, exposing Laura’s round and milky white buttocks crossed by the purple garters. She grabbed and squeezed one of her buttocks and was surprised how firm it was for a woman in her late thirties.

“Nice ass for a white skank! Let’s see how it compares with your clients’.”

While Laura stood still facing the wall, Sharmane used the switchblade to also transform Jillian’s designer skirt into a slutty miniskirt. Just like her lawyer, the trophy wife ended facing the wall, exposing her peachy buttocks framed by exquisite designer lingerie. Jillian’s body shuddered when her former maid also squeezed her buttocks and slid her fingers over the garters until reaching the satin bows on the clasps.

“Still in shape Ma’am! This is a tad too naughty for a business meeting.”

Sharmane took a couple of steps backwards to admire her work. Both ritzy socialites were submissively facing the wall, still with their tattered designer clothes on. Their slender legs wrapped in nylon stockings ended in their now exposed heart shaped asses. Eager to document her assignment, Sharmane took several photos of the conceited ladies with her phone.

“You, rich bitches, seem to have a thing for sexy lingerie… Maybe you’re always looking for a good fuck.”

“Please stop this! I am sure we can reach an arrangement. You would be fairly compensated.”

The former maid approached them and Laura was still convinced that she could negotiate with her. Sharmane made both sophisticated ladies turn around and stand with their backs against the wall, facing her. The lawyer began to stutter her proposal.

“I think w…we can g…give you s…some p…percentage f…from the…”

“SMACK! Aaahh! SMACK! Ooohh!”

Sharmane didn’t let the cocky lawyer finish. She alternative slapped both high society ladies’ faces several times with anger.

“Dumb rich bitches, you think you can buy everything.”

“SMACK! Aaghh! SMACK! Oouch!”

I’ll make you sign the documents because it’s my job. I am being paid to do so.”

The former maid felt her crotch moistening and burning at the same time. She was getting horny by the sight of the two sophisticated ladies under her control, with their breasts popping out of the bras, their destroyed designer outfits and their beautiful made up faces jerking sideways at the slapping. That view, paired with the way they moaned at each slap, made Sharmane feel like a powerful amazon.

“It’s my job to make you sign, but I will fuck you both just because I want to.”

After a few more slaps, Sharmane was done. While Jillian and Laura stood still sobbing, the black girl unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them to below her knees. After doing the same with her gray cotton panties, her full bush and thick pussy labia were on display.

“I know how good you are at licking, Madam… You’ll take care of my rear, and Miss Fake Bobs will work in the front.”

The shocked blondes stood petrified for a few seconds. Jillian, well aware her former maid would force them to do what she wanted, hesitantly kneeled behind Sharmane, keeping her face at a couple of inches from the black girl’s ample but firm ass. Laura was stunned and watching in horror at Sharmane’s crotch.

“I am waiting, bitch! Kneel down and taste it. I know you are going to like it.”

“You are crazy! I won’t… Ooouuuchhh!”

Sharmane wasted no time and grabbed one of Laura’s breasts with her left hand. She twisted, squeezed and pulled it down making the snooty lawyer kneel in front of her. Having both ladies on their knees, Sharmane only had to place her hands on the back of their heads and push. Not surprisingly, despite having their face buried in Sharmane’s crotch and ass, both high class beauties were more than reluctant to put their tongues to work. The black girl pulled down from their hair, forcing them to look at upwards and gave them a simple message.

“If you don’t start licking now I will use your pretty faces as a punching ball…”

This time, when Sharmane buried their faces, Jillian promptly began to lick the black girl’s ass. She ran her tongue across Sharmane’s crack until reaching her anus and started rimming the hole.

“Ohh! Yes Madam! You really know to use that tongue!”

Laura assumed she would be savagely beaten if she was the only one to disobey, so, she timidly started licking. It was the first time for the sophisticated lawyer, who found particularly repulsive having her mouth full of Sharmane’s pubic hair. Having those stuck up posh ladies at her mercy, was a potent aphrodisiac for Sharmane. It only made Laura’s predicament get worse, as the black girl’s pussy flowed profusely and her juices not only invaded her mouth, but also run all over her made up face.

“Ohh! Yes bitches! Don’t stop!”

It was quite a view. Two leggy high society women were on their knees, still wearing the remains of their tattered designer suits, their expensive lingerie sets with their legs covered by sexy stockings and 5” heel designer shoes on their feet. Their puny arms were restrained at their sides by the pulled down jackets and their breasts were popping over the bras cups. Their salon made hair was now disheveled, and their heads were buried into the black amazon innards.

Sharmane’s kept the tight grip she had on both blonde’s heads while her body contorted in pleasure. She could feel the orgasm quickly building up, so she momentarily released their heads and turned around. Now Laura was facing Sharmane’s ass, but before she could protest, the former maid grabbed their heads, burying their faces again. This time, there was no need to tell them what to do, as both ladies resumed licking at once.

“Oooh my! Look at you know! Who’s in charge bitches!”

Switching positions bought Sharmane some time, but not too much. She pressed their faces so hard that Jillian and Laura had a hard time trying to breathe. Fortunately for them, Sharmane exploded in a powerful orgasm within minutes. The black girl squirted so hard, that she sprayed her fluids not only all over Jillian’s face but also Laura received her share. As the climax subsided, Sharmane stepped aside and before releasing the grasp, used their blonde hair to dry her crotch and inner thighs.

“Wow! What a couple of dirty sluts… You could make a living with those tongues!”

Both posh ladies remained on their knees, with her upper body wobbling back and forth, panting while trying to recover their breath. Sharmane raised her panties and jeans taking a few seconds to decide her next move.

She yanked up from their hair, making them clumsily stand up facing each other and pushed on their backs until their exposed breasts made contact. The formerly arrogant lawyer had now surrendered completely.

“Please stop this. We will do whatever you want. Please let us go!”

“You are already doing what I want. Shut up!”

Besides making them rub their breasts, Sharmane thought that making them kiss was a good idea. The former maid knew Jillian would be easy to control, but she was delighted at how she had dominated Laura so easily. She used her phone to take a video of the two blondes rubbing their breasts against each other and kissing in what looked like some kind of sexy dance. Their nipples had noticeably hardened and Sharmane’s menacing stare was enough to make the posh ladies sunk their tongues into each other’s mouth.

When she was done with the video, Sharmane grabbed their hair again and walked them until they stood in front of the desk. She could have simply commanded them to do so, but the black girl found particularly arousing walking those stuck up posh women like a pair of bratty children.

The black girl swiped the desk surface with her forearm, throwing every object over it to the floor, leaving only the folder with the documents to sign.

“Bend over the desk, bitches.”

Once the desk was clean, she made Jillian and Laura bend down until their breasts and faces were leaning on the desk and their peachy buttocks stuck out in an inviting position. Both leggy ladies could be proud they had such a perfect derriere at her late thirties.

“Stick those asses out!”

As the conceited ladies complied, Sharmane browsed her bag and took one of the “special items” she had specially brought for the occasion, a brand new flip-flop. Before putting it to work, she showed the flip-flop to Jillian.

“Nice sexy ruffles Madam. Let’s see if you can break this one, Madam!”

“Oh no! Please don’t do it!”

“I know you’re yearning for this, Madam. I remember how you enjoyed last time I smacked your ass. In a few minutes, you and your stupid lawyer will be begging for more.”

Sharmane alternatively spanked Jillian’s and Laura’s buttocks with increasing strength. They received the flip-flop punishment, groaning and moaning at each smack. The black girl’s arousal grew at the sight of the two socialites squirming bodies. Jillian’s slim calf wobbled in the air at each smack, and the sole of her shoe clearly showed the Jimmy Choo logo.

“I bet you didn’t get those fuck me shoes from the sale rack…”

Jillian did little to hide the arousal of being spanked again by her former maid, but Laura wasn’t so delighted at the situation. After a dozen smacks each, their buttocks were thoroughly reddened. Sharmane placed the flip-flop over the desk and using one hand on each lady, pulled their panties’ crotch aside and run her index fingers over their pussy lips. Both ladies had their crotch perfectly waxed, and Jillian’s was completely damp. It was no surprise for the former maid, but unexpectedly, Laura’s labia were slightly wet. Their bodies trembled and both posh blondes moaned at the teasing.

“Horny sluts! You are really craving for a good fuck!”

The former maid’s index fingers buried inside their pussies were soon joined by her middle fingers. She pushed and pulled the fingers in and out of the conceited ladies making them moan louder and louder.

“Ooohhh God! Ooohh My!”

Sharmane paused the pumping and left her fingers unmoving. Soon, it was Jillian that started moving her hips left and right trying to fuck the invading fingers. Still with her arms restrained by the remains of the suit jacket, the blonde trophy wife did the best she could, as she stood on her tip toes trying to move her pelvis up and down.

“I don’t have all night Mrs. Anderson, don’t be lazy and fuck my fingers like your client.”

Having those well heeled ladies at her mercy, eagerly fucking her fingers like a couple of horny sluts, made Sharmane feel like a mighty amazon. Jillian was closer of reaching climax than Laura, but the lawyer was quickly catching up. The former maid wouldn’t make it so easy for the blondes, so she suddenly withdrew her fingers from them and grabbed the flip-flop again.

“Now, tell me how you want me to fuck you! Say it”

“SMACK! Aaahh, Please fuck me! SMACK! Oouch, please Sharmane fuck me again! SMACK! Aahhh! SMACK! Oohh!”

“Tell me how you want to eat black pussy!”

While Sharmane delivered another dozen spanks to each of them; as commanded both socialites begged for a fuck and screamed how they wanted to lick more black pussy. The black girl dropped the flip-flop, and spent a few seconds admiring the results. The rich beauties were bent over the desk with their peachy buttocks thoroughly reddened and even showing the pattern off the flip-flop sole “imprinted” in the white flesh. Instead of fingering both blondes simultaneously, this time she picked Jillian first.

“Bet you missed this for a long time, Madam.”

The former maid buried index, middle and ring finger of her right hand inside her former boss’ pussy and grabbed a chunk of blonde hair from the back of her neck. Sharmane violently yanked from Jillian’s hair, making the blonde’s head and torso to arch backwards at the same time she twisted the fingers inside her.

“Oooh My! Yes! Yes! Ooohhh!”

The trophy wife cried and moaned while Sharmane pushed the fingers with such a strength that lifted Jillian’s lower body, making her Jimmy Choo stilettos wobble in the air. Laura remained bent over the desk, waiting for her turn while watching how her client was finger fucked. Even the black girl was amazed at how easily she had lifted her former boss. Having three fingers inside her, she wondered why not the full hand. Now, the trophy wife had her former maid twisting and pushing a fist in her pussy.

“I… I… c…can’t hold it! Ooooohhhhh!!!”

Jillian’s lightweight body trembled and her slender legs kicked in the air when she reached climax. Sharmane released the grasp on her hair, letting the trophy wife’s upper body rest over the desk again. She also ended the relentless pushing of her fist, allowing Jillian’s soles to touch the floor. Her snooty ex boss was moaning and wiggling her hips, trying to play with the invading hand until extorting the last drop of pleasure from them. Sharmane pulled her fist out of Jillian, and as her hand and forearm were damp with the wife’s juices, she cleaned it with the blonde’s tattered jacket.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Madam?”

“T…thank you Sharmane!”

Not satisfied with the answer, Sharmane grabbed the flip-flop and spanked her ass twice, as hard as she could.

“SMACK! It’s Ms. Sharmane for you! SMACK!”

“Sorry! I am sorry! Thank you Ms. Sharmane!”

Now that she was happy with the answer, Sharmane stood behind Laura and started finger fucking the haughty lawyer. She immediately realized it would take more work and time than Jillian, but she was more than determined to get the job done. Just like she did with Jillian, she fingered Laura while yanking from her hair. Though within a few minutes she had the lawyer moaning with her body squirming in pleasure, she decided to improve the technique.

She released Laura’s hair, and without taking the three fingers from her pussy she buried her thumb into the lawyer’s asshole.

“Oooohhhh! Aaaahhh! Oh God! Ohh… mmmmphhh!”

The prissy lawyer cried in pleasure until Sharmane placed her left hand over her mouth and pulled backwards, making her to stand up. The black girl kept the relentless fingering on both holes and also used the thumb and index finger of her left hand to pinch Laura’s nose, blocking her nostrils. Sharmane let her breathe from time to time, but the oxygen deprivation was taking the toll on Laura, weakening her muscles and driving her into a pleasure trance. The lawyer looked like a rag doll being handled like a puppet. Her arms were still restrained by her suit jacket and she stood up only thanks to the strength that Sharmane used to hold her up.

No more than five minutes of this frantic finger fucking were enough to finish the job.

“You are so weak. I can’t believe I can fuck you this way!”

As Laura’s muffled moans grew louder, Sharmane kept blocking her breath for longer until a wild orgasm hit the dominated blonde. Her slim body convulsed in pleasure, and the muffled moans turned into muffled cries of pleasure as Sharmane released her nose but kept the gag on her mouth. Laura was panting with her body still shaking, even when the black girl withdrew her fingers and tossed her over the desk again.

Having them bent over the desk again, Sharmane grabbed her phone to take some photos of the spanked and fucked wealthy ladies and realized she had only half an hour time to finish the job, namely make them sign the documents, and catch her flight back home. She stood behind them and yanked from their panties, giving the high society ladies a painful wedgie.

“Ooohh my… Uuuuhh!”

“I can pull from these sexy panties until breaking them. Ready to sign the docs?”

Jillian and Laura were with their panties’ crotch well inside their recently fucked pussies while Sharmane twisted and pulled with increasing strength. Their hips wiggled like trying to make the wedgie less painful and when the black girl pulled up, they had to stand on their tippy toes.

“I took really nice pictures and video of you making out. I am sure those uppity bitches from the charity events or the country club would like to have a look at them…”

“Yes, yes, we’ll sign them, but please stop this!”

The blackmail proved to be quite effective as both posh beauties answered in unison. All they wanted was the black girl leaving them and finish the ordeal. Sharmane made them stand up and used the switchblade to cut the remaining buttons of their jackets, allowing them to wear the tattered garments properly, thus freeing their arms’ movement.

“Good girls! Now you look more professional!”

Sharmane walked to the sofa where she sat facing the humiliated ladies across the room. She ordered Laura to bring the documents folder from the desk and Jillian to bring a pen. When the blondes were about to grab the items, the black girl stopped them on their tracks.

“No, no, no… Use your mouths.”

They complied at once grabbing the folder and the pen with their mouths. They took a couple of steps towards the sofa, just to be stopped again.

“No, no, no… No walking. Crawl like the dumb pets you are now.”

The former maid took a video with her phone of the conceited ladies as they crawled on their four towards her. When they arrived Sharmane sarcastically congratulated them while patting their heads.

“Very well! Now give it to me.”

The black girl browsed the documents until finding the ones requiring signature, and placed the papers in front of Jillian. The resigned trophy wife, still on her four just like her lawyer, stamped her signature on the papers without hesitation. Once done, Sharmane made her pass the documents to Laura and stopped her before handing the pen to the lawyer.

“No, no, no… Use your mouths ladies.”

As told, Jillian put the pen in her mouth and turned her head towards Laura. The black girl kept on recording video when they “kissed” and passed the pen. Now that she had the pen, Laura promptly signed the documents and gave them to Sharmane.

“You, big shot lawyer, bring me my bag.”

Laura was promptly discouraged when she began to stand up. Sharmane made her bring the bag with her mouth and crawling like a pet again. Laura sobbed unable to cope with the continuing humiliation. An hour ago she was one of the most powerful and respected lawyers in town and now she has been spanked, fucked and reduced to a pet by a black youngster.

“Do you mind if I take this?”

Sharmane showed the Montblanc pen to Laura before tossing it inside her bag along with the signed documents. She took a moment watching at the ritzy ladies awaiting commands on her four. Finally, Laura found the courage to beg her to leave.

“We’ve done all you asked us to do. Please leave us!”

Sharmane took a glance at her phone before addressing the begging lawyer.

“I still have a few minutes. It won’t be long.”

Sharmane made the humiliated rich ladies crawl across the room until reaching the swiveling chairs in front of the desk, using the opportunity to take a nice video of their shattered buttocks while they crawled. While Jillian and Laura sat on the chairs, Sharmane took a roll of adhesive tape from her bag that she had brought for the occasion. The black girl secured their hands behind the back of the chairs with the tape.

“W… what are you going to do to us? P… please stop this!”

The former maid ignored their pleas and finished tying their hands. She made them spread their legs wide, with the back of their knees resting over the armrests and their calves dangling at the sides. Sharmane secured their legs in that awkward position with a couple of rounds of tape.

“Please don’t leave us this way!”

“Don’t worry Madam, I won’t leave you yet.”

Sharmane carefully arranged their cleavage, pulling aside the remains of their jackets, making sure their breast were on display and took a few of steps backwards just to have the complete picture. The duo of posh beauties was spread-eagled with her hands tied on their back, still wearing their destroyed designer clothes. They were adorned with expensive jewelry, but their previously flawless made up faces were now a sticky mess of mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, sweat and pussy juices. Their endless legs wrapped in nylon stockings were wide open like an inviting path to their crotches, and their delicate feet still had their designer high heels pumps on.

The former maid took photos of the scene, but she felt it lacked something.

“I have to leave ladies, but there’s something I need to do before I go.”

Sharmane approached Laura and took one of her Louboutin pumps. She noticed the red sole and instantly knew what was missing.

“Your client has dozens of these. This must be really expensive shit!”

While the black girl waved the shoe in front of her, Laura was terrified not knowing what the black girl would do. Her concerns were swiftly addressed when Sharmane shoved the toe box of the shoe in the lawyer’s mouth.

“Mmmmphhh! Mmmmphhh!”

The lawyer protested to no avail while Sharmane secured the shoe to her head with a couple of rounds of tape. Satisfied, she faced Jillian and took one of her red patent heels.

“Jimmy Choo… Are these expensive or you are in need?

Jillian knew there was no right answer to the question. Resigned, she opened her mouth wide and, just as she did with Laura; Sharmane shoved the toe box of the shoe in her mouth and secured it with tape. The posh socialites looked humiliated before, but now, with their mouths gagged with the high heel shoes, they looked really ridiculous.

“Mr. Rutherford asked me to document the meeting. Hope you don’t mind…”

Sharmane took a few steps away from them and aimed her phone to the humiliated beauties. She took more photos of her handiwork, and though they looked like a clear image of defeat, something was still missing for Sharmane.

The black girl walked back towards Jillian and took the remaining shoe from her foot and teased her exposed nipples with pointy toe.

“You know what’s coming next, do you?”

“Mmmmphh! Mmmmphhh!”

Jillian nodded, knowing there was nothing she could do in case she wanted to stop her former maid. Sharmane put aside Jillian’s panties crotch and started rubbing the shoe’s pointy toe up and down over her pussy labia. The trophy wife trembled and her muffled moans were growing louder as the black girl twisted and pushed the shoe, steadily burying the toe box inside her pussy. Her calves were kicking in the air while Sharmane finished the insertion and secured the designer shoe with the panties crotch.

“Just like old times, Madam.”

When Sharmane faced her, Laura was looking in shock how her client, who was bound to the chair just like hair, contorted her body trying to fuck the invading shoe.

“Mmmhh! Mmmphhh!”

When Sharmane took the shoe from her foot, the lawyer desperately moved her head sideways to no avail. The former maid kindly teased Laura long enough until her crotch was dripping wet, and as she did with Jillian, inserted the toe box of the Louboutin pump in her pussy and secured it with the lace panties. Soon, Laura was also contorting her body and moaning in chorus with Jillian.

The black girl took her bag, checked the signed documents were complete once again, and before leaving took more pictures and video of the wealthy ladies bound and shoe-fucked. This time, nothing was missing on the scene. “This is gonna cost Mr. Rutherford a fat bonus”, she thought while walking out of the office.

“See you soon ladies!”

The end.

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