The Story of the Boy Maid

The Story of the Boy Maid
Chapter 4-New Glasses
By acolytemask

The next morning Chris was awakened by Shelly knocking at his door and saying, “Chris, honey. It’s seven o’clock. Time for breakfast.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Chris moaned, climbing out of bed. He walked over to the door and opened it. Shelly stood there in her teddy bear apron and matching maroon button up shirt and skirt. Her beautiful, long red hair ran right down to her lower back. Her green eyes met the Boy Maid’s, causing a warm feeling to flow through his spine.

“You look nice this morning,” she said with a casual smile.

Just then, Chris noticed that he was completely naked. He didn’t bother to dress himself when Beth had put him to bed last night. In a rush he planted his hands over his crotch, and blushed a bright red. Shelly chuckled and said, “You don’t have to cover for me, honey. I like to look at it.”

“Okay, Ms. Baker,” the Boy Maid muttered. He let his hands drop to his side, revealing his penis, which had a slight hard on.

“That’s a good boy,” the redhead said, taking Chris’ cheek into her hand. The Boy Maid leaned his head into her hand, loving the feeling of her gentle touch. Noticing this, Shelly wrapped her arms around the boy’s body, and pulled him into a warm, sensual kiss. Chris wrapped his arms around his mistress’ neck. He could feel her D cup breasts pressing against his chest.

Then Shelly felt his 7” erection pocking into her thighs. She reached down, took it into her hand, and began to give the boy a hand job so wonderful it made him moan into her mouth. She broke the kiss and said, “Do you want me to suck you off?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” the Boy Maid breathed.

“What was that?” the redhead teased. “You have to ask better than that.”

“I want you to suck me off,” Chris said a bit louder. He couldn’t be feeling more embarrassed.

“Very good, honey,” Shelly said. “You’re doing very well.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” the young boy said.

The redhead got down on her knees in front of Chris, and began to rub his member while massaging the testicles. When she saw his hands starting to tremble, she knew what he wanted.

She said, “Do you want it, Chris?”

“Yes,” the boy groaned. “Please suck me off.”

“How bad do you want it?” Shelly asked with a clever smile.

“I want it very badly, mistress,” Chris said in a tortured voice. “Please make me feel good.”

“Do you want to throat fuck me?” she asked.

This took the Boy Maid off guard. He had thought of doing that to her, but not in real life. He had always figured it would hurt her, but seeing her now, asking him for it, was causing his temptation to rise. With a little bit of courage, he said, “Y-Yes, ma’am, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay, honey,” Shelly said with a comforting smile. “Just let go, and throat fuck me.”

Her permission was all Chris needed. He put his hands on the back of her head, and pulled her face toward his groin. He inserted his rock hard erection into her mouth, and pushed it right into the back of her throat. Chris was afraid that he would be choking Shelly, but she was still looking up at him, her green eyes made her look very cute from this angle. He pulled out and pushed himself back into her mouth. It felt incredible. She was able to keep her teeth almost completely away from his member.

“I feel s-so good,” Chris breathed. “You are so good at this.”

The feeling of her wet tongue and tight throat made him go crazy with pleasure. He wanted more. He wanted to feel better. Chris began to fuck Shelly’s mouth at a full and steady pace. He moaned in ecstasy as he pumped himself in and out of her throat. Shelly quickly made her feelings apparent when she grabbed Chris’ ass and began to pull the young boy’s member deeper into her throat.

After just a few more seconds of throat fucking, Chris moaned, “Oh god, Shelly. I’m coming.”
At first the young boy tried to pull away. He didn’t want his mistress to gag on his semen, but Shelly held on to Chris’ ass too tight to pull away. He blew his load deep into her throat, and she swallowed every drop without choking. She was clearly an expert. Shelly pulled away and wiped a small drop of sperm off the corner of her mouth.

She smiled up at Chris and said, “Did you like that, honey?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the boy said in a small voice. “Um, are you alright?”

“I’m great, sweetie,” she responded with a smile, standing up in front of him. “Now let’s get you into the shower. You can have breakfast when you’re done.”

“Thank you, Ms. Baker,” Chris responded with a similar smile.

Shelly left him to go downstairs, and he looked into his dresser to see that Beth had told the truth. It was filled with a full assortment of garments. Their style was based off of the set of clothes that Chris was wearing when he first came to this house just a few days ago. He picked out a simple set of clothes and went to take a shower. He found a new toothbrush, a new tube of toothpaste, new floss, and even new hair shampoo. After a quick shower, he brushed his teeth, dressed up, and went downstairs for breakfast with his backpack in hand.

In the kitchen, Shelly was setting pancakes and juice on the table, while Beth was sitting at the table, drinking a soda. The green haired woman was wearing a tight tee shirt and a pair of short shorts. Chris mustered up the courage to ask, “Um, Ms. Walker. Do you wear anything else?”

“Not with this body,” Beth bragged, flexing her powerful arms.

“Chris does have a point,” Shelly said, sitting down at the table. “It may look nice, but can’t you try out anything else.”

“I’ve tried,” Beth replied with a shrug. “I just like this look, and I don’t care what other people think.”

“Fair enough,” the redhead said. “Chris, why don’t you come have some breakfast. I’ll drive you to school.”

“Okay,” the boy said. He sat down at the table, and began to eat with his mistresses.

“Where do you go to school?” Shelly asked. “Red Valley High or Golden Oaks?”

“Red Valley,” Chris replied.

The meal was delicious, as usual. Shelly’s sexual skills could only be surpassed by her cooking. Yet again, the two women began to flirt with their Boy Maid. He was sitting next to Shelly this time, who was running her hand up and down the young boy’s leg. Every once and a while she would massage his crotch, giving him a slight hard on. Beth was bent over her plate, presenting her cleavage. Even though Chris had sex with her so many times, the strong woman’s breasts always turned him on. Her powerful arms and stomach had the same affect.

Luckily neither of them took it to the point of sexual intercourse. Chris didn’t think he could stay awake in school after having sex with them. They probably were thinking the same thing. The three of them got into Shelly’s car, and drove off. They pulled up in front of the Red Valley Hapkido Training Dojo.

“I got to go train some of these new guys,” Beth said with a smug smile. “I think they just like to get taken by me.”

“Just go,” Shelly said, rolling her eyes.

“Goodbye,” Chris said with a smile.

“See you later, cutie,” Beth said, planting a soft kiss on the boy’s cheek. She gave Shelly a short kiss, and walked inside the dojo.

Shelly then drove Chris straight to his high school. Red Valley High was the first high school built in the city, second to Golden Oaks High School. Its student population was around eight thousand. There were plenty of teachers, so the average classroom size was about twenty students. The campus itself contained two huge classroom buildings. The larger of the two held the gymnasium. A wide football field was positioned between them. Shelly pulled up in front of the main entrance.

“Beth and I will come to pick you up at 2:30,” she said with a warm look in her eyes. “Work hard, honey.”

“I will, Shelly,” Chris replied with a smile. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” the redhead replied.

They shared a brief kiss before Chris walked up to the school. During his first class he began to think about Amy again. He cursed himself for forgetting to talk to Shelly about her. Amy was seventeen in the movie, and it didn’t look like too much time had passed judging from Beth and Shelly’s appearance in the video. His thoughts on it carried on through to his second class, Spanish. He sat next to his friend, Alex, a tall, African American boy who was a star kicker on the soccer team.

“Hey Chris,” he said, leaning in, “I heard that a really hot chick had dropped you off this morning. Did your dad get remarried?”

“No,” Chris replied.

“Is she your aunt or something?” Alex pressed on.

“No,” the Boy Maid responded.

“Don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend,” the black boy joked. “She’s got to be in her late twenties.”

“I don’t know how old she is,” Chris said, getting annoyed. “Just drop it. Alright?”

“Fine, fine,” Alex replied.

The Spanish class went by without anymore hiccups. After it, Chris went to his third class, which came right before lunch. I was American Government. The Boy Maid sat in the class, and began to daydream out of boredom. His eyes began to wonder. They wondered to the bored faces of his classmates. They wondered to the bookshelves. They wondered from one book to another.

The boy's focus suddenly snapped to attention as he realized he was staring at the sample yearbooks. The government teacher was also head of the yearbook writing club. There were samples that went back over a decade. Chris realized that if Amy went to this school, then she would undoubtedly be in one of them.

As the teacher continued to lecture, he took the first book off the shelf, and began to look through it. For anyone named Amy. He cursed himself for not asking Beth for her last name. This sample was the yearbook for last year. She was seventeen in the movie. If she did still go to this school, if she was now a senior, then she would be in the junior section.
Unfortunately, he didn’t look at two names before the teacher said, “Chris, can you focus, please?”

“Yes, sir,” Chris said, putting the yearbook back. The teacher didn’t allow the samples to be taken out of the classroom, so he would have to wait until lunch to take a second look.
It seemed as though no class has ever gone by slower than that one. Eventually it ended with a ring of the bell. When that sound hit his ears, he pulled the yearbook off the shelf, and began to look through it. The junior section, like all the others, was huge, but that didn’t dissuade him. He would skip lunch for this. He looked at names and faces, hoping that he would be able to pick up something with his subconscious. He got about three quarters through the junior section when he started to lose hope. He should just wait, ask Beth more about it, and try again tomorrow.

Just then Chris spotted her, Amy Smith. She looked identical to the Amy in the video. Her flowing blond hair, fair skin, and beautiful blue eyes. Then it hit him. She was a senior. She would still be in the school. Chris checked the clock to find that it was only halfway through lunch. He still had time to look around. He marched the hallways, peeked in on every classroom he passed by, and still didn’t find her.

He walked by his friend Alex, and asked, “Hey man, do you know someone named Amy Smith?”

“Oh, you mean the senior blond?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Chris replied.

“I usually see her in the library,” Alex said. “She doesn’t really hang out with anyone, though.”

“Okay. Thanks, man,” Chris said, leaving.

The Boy Maid almost ran towards the library. He hurried inside, and found that there were a few crowds of people here and there. He looked around for a white woman with long blond hair, but had no luck. He walked to the computer lab in the back, but still didn’t find her. Then he remembered the lower work lab that he walked by. He turned around and made his way to it, and, just when he was about to walk downstairs, he spotted a familiar form leaving via the main library entrance ahead of him.

She had her back to him, but he could still tell. She stood at about 5’9”, and her hair was pulled up into a tight pony tail. She was wearing a turtle neck sweatshirt, and tight jeans, which perfectly formed around her round butt. Chris ran straight toward her, completely ignoring the librarian’s shouts.

He reached her just outside the library and said, “Amy Smith?”

She turned around. It was her alright, but there was something different about her. Instead of keeping her hair long and flowing, she had tied it up. She was wearing round glasses, and her turtle neck sweatshirt was doing little to hide the size of her C cup breasts. She looked more like a bookworm than the openly expressive woman in the video.

“Um, do I know you?” she asked in surprised voice.

“Um, not really,” Chris responded, “but I’m good friends with Shelly and Beth. My name is Chris Lee.”

At the woman’s names, Amy’s face changed to that of happiness. “Really?” she asked. “How are
they doing?”

“They would be doing much better if you’d come back,” Chris said in a serious tone. “They miss you a lot.”

Amy’s face became down-turned as she said, “I know, but I can’t. Why? How do you know them?”

“I, uh,” Chris didn’t know quite how to put it. “I’m there new Boy Maid.”

“Oh,” she said. Chris found himself amazed at her tone of recognition.

“Yeah, and I’m living with them now,” the boy continued.

“Well, it sounds like they are doing very well,” Amy said, hanging her head. “I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Amy, I know what happened to you,” Chris blurted out. He had to get it out in the open. “It’s not your fault. You’re a good person.”

“You don’t know anything,” she spat. “I’m a whore. I don’t want to like that.”

“They love you,” Chris said drawing closer to her. “Sex is their way of expressing love.”

“I know,” Amy said in a calmer voice, “but that kind of love betrayed me.”

“It wasn’t your fault you liked it,” the Boy Maid said in a soothing voice. “It’s not uncommon for rape victims to be aroused during sex. You don’t have to hate yourself for it.”

“I don’t know,” the woman said. “Will Shelly and Beth even take me back?”

“They’ll do anything to make you happy,” Chris said with a warm smile. It wasn’t a lie.

“I just don’t know,” Amy said in a doubtful voice.

“Beth and Shelly are coming to pick me up from school,” the boy said. He planted a comforting hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “You can talk with them then, okay?”

Amy looked up at him with teary eyes, smiled, and said, “Okay. I’ll talk to them. Thank you, Chris.”

The Boy Maid smiled back. She looked so beautiful. The glasses she wore seem to bring out an inner cuteness in her features. His vision wandered slightly past her face, and he froze. Walking straight towards them was Chris’ older brother, Dave. He hadn’t spotted them yet. He was looking off to his side as he walked towards the library. Chris had to move fast. The thought of going back to that terrible home was too much for him to handle.

“Are you okay?” Amy asked, noticing the look on his face.

“This way,” Chris said in a loud whisper. He grabbed her wrist, and pulled her roughly into a nearby supply closet with him. Barely had he shut the door than the bell went off, signaling the last class of the day. The closet was a tight fit. Both he and Amy were pushed up against each other. Chris doubted that it was possible for both of them to sit on the floor of the tiny space. The window on the door had horizontal blinds, which were angled downward, so all that could be seen was the floor outside. Dave didn’t come knocking at the door, so Chris figured he must’ve lost him. He loved his brother, but his new home was a heaven he just couldn’t give up.

“Let’s just wait here for a few minutes,” the Boy Maid said.

Just then he noticed Amy’s heavy breathing. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest. He looked into her eyes, and say that familiar look of passion. Even in the dim light, Chris could see her blushing face. She placed one of her hands on his crotch, encouraging his erection. The Boy Maid started to get aroused, but he didn’t want her to get caught doing this.

“Please,” Chris said quietly, “we m-might be seen.”

“Hush,” Amy whispered as she started to kiss his neck. “Just show me how much of a Boy Maid you really are.”

Chris knew better than to argue. Besides, he was proud of his skills as a sex slave. He wanted to show her how good he really was. He reached one hand up under her sweatshirt, and felt the silk bra underneath it. He lightly pushed the smooth fabric upwards, and began to massage her beautiful breast. She moaned slightly, but even more so when Chris started to nibble on her ear slightly. She responded by unzipping his jeans, pulling out his hard 7” cock, and beginning to pump it at a steady pace. The Boy Maid had an ace up his sleeve. Something to make her feel amazing.

“Can you turn around, please?” he asked.

“Whatever you want,” Amy replied, turning around.

Chris was able to get down on his knees, her perfect ass right in front of her. He reached around, and undid the button and zipper on her tight jeans, and pulled them along with her silk panties down to her knees. He parted the cheeks of her beautiful butt, and began to lick her clean ass. Amy’s moans of pleasure filled the closet. Chris began to finger her sex, working both holes in an expert fashion. After a couple minutes of this, he could tell she was ready. He stood up, causing his hard on to poke out between Amy’s thighs.

“I only want you to feel good,” Chris whispered into the blonde’s ear. “Where do you want me to make you feel good?”

“Fuck my pussy,” Amy said in a loud whisper. “Fuck it hard.”

At her words, Chris inserted his erection deep into her sex. Amy’s wet tightness squeezed the boy’s penis, encouraging him to move in and out of her. He could feel her soft ass pressing against his lower stomach. He loved the feel of her beautiful ass on his body. The blonde soon started to moan too loud. Chris placed one hand over her mouth to stifle her. She responded by licking his fingers with her warm, sensual tongue. The Boy Maid reached under her sweatshirt for the second time. He pulled up her bra and fondled her breast, while constantly pounding her from behind.

Amy tried to say something through Chris’ palm. He removed his hand, and she said, “P-Please, pull my hair.”

The Boy Maid put his hand back on her mouth, removed his other hand from her breast, pulled back slightly on a hand full of her hair. Amy gave out a whimper of pleasure. At that point, Chris remembered how she loved bondage. She wanted to be incapacitated. She wanted to be dominated. He took his hand off her mouth, grabbed her wrist, and pulled it out behind her. Amy was now even more turned on than before. Chris was fucking her in a position that could be seen as rape, but he knew that she liked it that way.

He could feel Amy getting even wetter, and her breathing was becoming more rapid. Chris could feel that she was close, and so was he. He pumped himself into her harder and harder. The blonde pumped her hips back into his thrusts, causing him to go deeper. The Boy Maid was almost ready to come. Then, without warning, he could feel a sudden gush of wetness wash over his hard shaft. He couldn’t believe it. She had climaxed before him.

“I’m almost there,” Chris moaned. He wanted to give her fair warning.

At his words, Amy turned around despite her pants around her knees. The boy let go of her hair and arm when she did so. The blonde fell to her knees in front of the Boy Maid, and took his wet member deep into her mouth. She was amazing. Between her, Shelly, and Beth it was impossible to tell who was better at blow jobs. Amy focused on the head, while pumping the shaft and massaging the testicles with her hands. It only took a few seconds before Chris let out one final groan of pleasure, and he came deep inside her mouth. At first he felt guilty for not warning her, but she clearly didn’t mind. She swallowed every drop, and smiled up at the Boy Maid.

“Thanks, Chris. That was great,” Amy said with a friendly smile.

“Um, no problem,” the boy replied. He pulled his pants back on, and added, “Uh, you haven’t
been having sex very much, have you?”

“No, no,” Amy said as she pulled her own pants up. “I haven’t had sex since I left there house almost a year ago. I’ve tried to steer clear of it.”

“Well,” Chris continued, “do you want to go try living with Shelly and Beth? They really want you back.”

“You’re living with them too, right?” she asked.

“Yep,” he replied.

“Then yes,” Amy said with a warm smile. “I’ll go stay with them again if they want.”

“Thank you so much,” Chris said. He wrapped his arms around her neck, and she wrapped hers around his waist.

“But only,” she whispered in a sexy voice, “if you promise to make me feel good whenever I want.”

“I promise,” the Boy Maid replied with a wide smile. He had finally succeeded. Now they could all be a complete household again.

“I’m sorry I made you late for your class,” Amy said, breaking the hug.

“It’s okay,” Chris reassured her. “I can afford to miss a class.”

“In that case,” Amy said, a mischievous smile forming on her face, “I know someone you should meet.”

“Okay,” he said, starting to feel a little uneasy at the blonde’s smile.

Amy led him out of the closet, straight towards the drama class, which was located next to the gymnasium. The room itself was large compared to other classrooms, with a model stage on one side for the students to act on. The class itself was in the middle of a rehearsal.

“Katie,” the blonde said in a loud whisper. “Katie, come here.”

One of the students, a black girl, turned her head towards Amy. She stood at 5’7” with short dark brown hair, black eyes, and beautiful C cup breasts similar to Amy’s. She was wearing a tight tee shirt, which ended at her belly button, along with a jean skirt that ended just above her knees. Chris had seen her in the hallways before, and always found it hard to stop staring at her legs.

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” the teacher asked. He sounded annoyed at the sudden interruption.

“I need to borrow Katie for a second, sir,” Amy said in a respectful tone. “We need to discuss Student Council

“Alright,” the teacher responded. “Katie, be quick.”

“I will,” the girl said as she ran up to Amy. Then she added, In a hushed tone, “if I can’t help it.”

“Come on,” Amy said. She led her and Chris back down the hallway. They walked into an empty classroom that was being redecorated, and Amy locked the door behind them. There were no windows. Just a few desks, the teacher’s desk, and a few chairs.

“Katie Burg, this is a new friend of mine,” the blonde said to her, wrapping an arm around the Boy Maid’s waist. “His name is Chris Lee, and I think he can give you something you could use.”

“And what is that?” Katie asked, looking the short boy up and down. She sounded skeptical. “If you mean what I think you mean, then I don’t think he can satisfy me.”

“I disagree,” Amy said. “This boy has had a lot of training. Just give him a chance. I’m sure he can make you happy.”

At this, Katie bent slightly to look the nervous Chris in the face, and said, “Are you really that good? No man has been able to satisfy me yet.”

“Um, I’ll try, ma’am,” the boy said in a small voice. He was blushing bright red. He didn’t even know who this was, but he was too used to following orders to object.

“Alright,” Katie said. She pulled off her tee shirt, revealing her pink bra. “get undressed, and we’ll see what you can do. Amy, want to join in?”

“No thanks,” the blonde said, taking a seat on the teacher’s desk. “He already had his way with me once.”

“What are you waiting for?” Katie asked the nervous Chris. She took off her jean skirt, revealing her thin pink thong. “Get undressed.”

“Uh, yes ma’am,” the Boy Maid responded in a shaky voice.

He took off his shirt and pants first. He saw Katie remove her bra and thong. She had a beautiful breasts were amazing, but they weren’t the best part of her body. Her legs were the most gorgeous of their kind Chris had ever seen. The reflective shine of the light off the dark skin, and the flawlessness of their shape could arouse any man, let alone Chris. Katie’s ass was tense with countless hours of dancing exercises. I constantly flexed and relaxed whenever she walked. When he saw her take off her socks, he did the same. They both stood in front of each other completely naked.

“You’re pretty big for you’re height,” Katie said with a cute smile, looking down at the boy’s 7” erection.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Chris said in a small voice. “Um, you look very nice yourself.”

“You’ll have to do better than that,” the black girl said. She was wearing a clever smile, and she was making her way towards Chris with slow, seductive steps. “I’ve seen you day after day in school. Always looking at my legs, and never saying a word.”

“I-I’m sorry,” the Boy Maid said, lowering his head. “I shouldn’t have stared at you like that.”
Katie laid her hands on his shoulders, and said, “I’m sure that fantasized about me. You must’ve masturbated a thousand times, thinking of my legs wrapped around your cute little body. Well, did you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Chris said, unable to look her in the eye.

“What did you imagine doing to me?” Katie asked. She loved how this little boy was so nervous under her touch.

“I-I was,” Chris mumbled what he had been truly jacking off to for over a year, “licking your legs.”

“So you do like them,” the black girl said, pulling the boy a little closer.

“Yes, ma’am,” the Boy Maid said, looking into her dark eyes. “I love them.”

At this, she sat down on a nearby chair, crossed her arms and legs, and said, “Then show me, little boy. Show me how you want to try to satisfy.”

Chris got down on his knees in front of her, and began to lick her gorgeous thighs. He ran his tongue up and down the full length of her legs, from toes to hips. He looked up at Katie’s face to find that she was staring down at him in a serious way. Chris knew she was starting to get bored. He had to make her feel good soon, but she was not uncrossing her legs. She wasn’t going to make this easy. Then Chris remembered what she had said about never being satisfied. She must’ve been with a lot of men. Chris new that someone like her would not settle for gentle stuff. He would have to take it further than that.

He then stopped his licking, and instead started to lightly chew on her legs. He never bit down hard enough to hurt her too much. He used his tongue when he bit her, swirling it around the bite marks. Chris looked up once again at Katie’s face, and found that her features had changed. Her eyes were blurry, and she was starting to massage her own breasts. Chris began to work his mouth on her upper thighs, urging her to open them up. Eventually she did. Katie’ beautiful legs spread open, revealing her sex. The Boy Maid reached under her legs, and lifted them up. With nothing else to stop him, Chris connected his lips with the pedals of her sex, and began to eat her out.

Chris stuck his tongue deep inside her and moved it around, making sure to pay close attention to her clit. He was tongue kissing her vagina, moving his lips over it as though it was her mouth. At first all he heard was her heavy breathing, so he picked up the pace. He moved his lips and tongue at a rapid pace. Chris looked up at Katie’s face to find that her eyes were closed, and she was full out fondling her breasts.

“Oh, fuck,” Katie moaned, rubbing the boy’s head. “You are so good. Oh fuck! I-It’s not enough. Jesus Christ! Chris, put your cock inside me. Please!”

Chris stood up, keeping her legs spread apart, and positioned the head of his cock at her wet entrance. Just when he was about to ask her if she was sure about this, Katie grabbed him by the hips and pulled him into her. They both let out cries of ecstasy. Her tight pussy was so hot and wet. She was clearly lustful at this point. Right now there was only flesh and heat. Chris moved his hips as fast, and as hard, as he could. He knew she loved it rough, so he gave it to her that way. He bent forward and took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking it and nibbling on it slightly.

Suddenly, Katie wrestled Chris onto the ground. She laid him down on his back, and let herself fall on his shaft. It was no longer he fucking her. Now Katie was fucking the Boy Maid, clearly looking to come hard. She rode him hard and fast, not giving him a chance to take control. Chris didn’t mind. He loved to be dominated like this. He reached around and grabbed Katie’s ass. He squeezed it, and used it as leverage to move her faster.

The black girl suddenly grabbed him by his hair and said, “Look at me when I’m fucking you, Chris!”

The Boy Maid looked up into her face with a look of humility. Katie was turned on even more by his submissive face. She rode him harder and harder. Her vaginal walls clamped down on his hard cock, pulling him even closer to a climax. It wasn’t long before the two of them were there.

“Katie,” Chris pleaded, “I’m really close. Please, let me go.”

“No!” Katie growled. She was fucking him like a wild animal. “Just fucking come! I take birth control! Do it!”

Chris now knew it was alright. He pushed his hips up into her. Katie gave one final cry of bliss as she came. A gush of wetness covered the Boy Maid’s hard cock just before he climaxed, sending his seed into a woman’s womb for the first time. Katie collapsed onto the boy’s body. She moved her hips a few more times, grinding into Chris for what he was worth.

“Are you comfortable, little boy?” Katie whispered into his ear.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, more concerned with her feelings. “Do you feel alright?”

“Alright?” she asked in amazement. “I feel excellent. I haven’t felt this good in a long, long time. Thanks Chris.”

“No problem,” he said with a smile.

She mirrored the look and locked lips with him. They shared a passionate kiss, their tongues swirled around each other. It seemed like Katie was trying to suffocate Chris with her hard, sensual tongue kisses. After almost a minute of kissing, she broke away and stood up, helping Chris up as she went. They got dressed as Amy gave evaluations.

“You two were fucking like animals,” she said. “How’d you like him, Katie?”

“He was a pro,” she responded truthfully. “He knew just what I wanted.”

“I told you he was expertly trained,” Amy said, throwing an arm across the Boy Maid’s shoulders.

“Well, I have to get back to class,” Katie said, putting on her last piece of clothing. “See you later, Chris. I’ll be sure to see you later.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded with a warm smile.

Just then the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Katie walked back to the drama class while Chris and Amy walked to the front entrance, hand in hand. When they reached the front of the campus, Beth and Shelly were waiting for them. They both were leaning against the car, drawing looks from nearby high school boys. Beth clearly loved the attention. At the sight of Amy and Chris, both Beth and Shelly hesitated. Their eyes were wide with surprise. Then Shelly suddenly broke out running towards them. She softly collided with Amy, wrapping her arms around the blonde.

“Oh, Amy. You’re back,” the redhead whimpered into her shoulder. She was openly crying with joy.

“I’m back, Shelly,” the blonde responded, wrapping her arms around the redhead’s waist.

“You found her,” Beth said to Chris in a neutral tone.

“Yes, mistress,” the boy said, unsure of how she was going to react next.

Just then, Beth lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her Boy Maid’s neck, pulled him into a tight embrace. She whispered, “Thank you, Chris. You’re amazing in every way.”

“Thank you, Beth,” he responded, sharing the hug.

“Does this mean you want to come back?” Shelly asked the blonde, her eyes red and teary.

“Yes,” Amy said. “I want to forget what happened and move on. I want to be with all three of you.”

“You’ve met Chris?” the redhead asked.

“Oh yeah,” Amy responded. The tone of her voice made it clear what she meant.

“Haven’t met her for one day, and you’re already doing her?” Beth asked Chris.

“We started loving him in less than a day, too,” Shelly pointed out.

“True enough,” the strong woman said with a shrug.

“Well,” the redhead said, wiping tears from her eyes, “let’s go home.”

“I have to get my stuff from my apartment,” Amy said.

“Then we’ll stop there first,” Shelly said.

All four of them got into the car and drove off. They stopped at Amy’s apartment, which was near the school. It took them a few hours, but they managed to pack everything of hers. They had to bungee cord the luggage on top of the car to get it all in one load. Then with nothing else to do, they drove straight to their home. On the way, Chris and Amy were in the backseat making out. The Boy Maid could never have been more proud with himself. He had brought together a happy home. Now they were a true family.

To Be Continued…
Coming Next: The Story of the Boy Maid-Ch. 5 Full House