Archive of Our Own

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Emma gave herself one last look in the mirror, though it was too late to actually do anything to change how she looked. So it was a good thing that she looked pretty good right now, wasn’t it? Excellently applied makeup, hair done up in a nice style, a fetching red dress that looked darling on her and would have looked modest on a smaller girl who wasn’t pregnant, she was pretty much good to go.

And she could hear a car pulling into the driveway, so it was time to go down and be a good daughter for Daddy. Smiling to herself, she hurried out of her bedroom and went down the stairs, slowing to a more refined, sedate pace as Sophia opened the door.

The man and woman standing there were… people, that was the best that Emma could do. She could vaguely recognize him from the other business parties that she sometimes went to, for Christmas and the like. The name, though, was entirely escaping her. Not that it mattered much. Emma knew that at this sort of event, teenage girls should be seen and not heard. There were other, better uses their mouths could be put to.

Emma glanced over at Sophia as the hired help closed the door behind the guests. It had taken a while for Sophia to accept the offer to come work as a maid for Emma and her family, even after quite a few sessions with Daddy. Even after her own mother had started working here as a maid and had gushed about how happy and fulfilled doing this sort of work made her. But she had caved in the end and now here she was, a perfectly hot French maid, wearing the kind of uniform that looked so much better on her than her Shadow Stalker one.

It showed off so much more of her legs, for one, smooth and well-muscled legs that were quite fun for Emma to run her hands up along. She knew that from experience! And there was the cleavage she was showing off. Sophia didn’t have much there as Emma did but what she had was still on display, inviting the wandering hand to slip in, squeeze the black boob and lift it up and out of its cup to hang out in the air, wild and free.

There had been a lot more inventive maid costumes that Emma and Daddy had looked at while considering just how the two female Hess’s were going to be dressed, but this was what they had settled on. As much fun as latex and ballet heels and that all were, Sophia and Yolanda still had to be capable of actually doing the work needed around the house and not just looking like bondage victims waiting to be screwed.

Sex was still a major part of their job description, though, which was why Sophia was not wearing a bra but was wearing a pair of frilly black and white panties that kept the plug and the dildo buried inside of her, nice and snug and making sure that her holes were constantly waiting to be used.

Yes, all in all, Sophia looked like an excellent maid right now, as cute as could be and just so sweet and sexy. And flustered. Emma could read the signs on her friend’s face, tell that someone had been doing something to Sophia to get her all riled up and horny. Dad? Mom? Yolanda? It was hard to say for sure.

“Hello!” Emma said brightly as she finished descending the stairs. “Welcome, welcome, it’s so good to see you, please, come this way.”

It was easy enough to play the hostess, especially when she could just lead them into the living room where Dad was. Behind him, in the dining room, Emma could see Mom putting the final few finishing touches on the table and she was sure that Yolanda was doing much the same in the kitchen.

The next set of guests were very easy to recognize. Even strangers would know them. Carol Dallon of New Wave and her husband, Mark. Emma gave them a much brighter smile as Sophia held the door open for them. It was always so cool to meet superheroes, which was one of the reasons she hung out with Sophia.

There were a few more dinner guests who showed up, by themselves or in pairs and soon Mom sounded the chime that brought everyone into the dining room for dinner. Emma helped everyone get to their seats and smiled as Sophia vanished underneath the table. Now it was really time for the black girl to start her work. Eating out and sucking off everyone sitting around the table. If her mother had the time to join in with her own work in the kitchen, she’d be doing it too.

And probably playing with her daughter more than a little bit. After all, the family that fucked together, stayed together. Also, the family that got tied up together stayed together, too. Yolanda and Sophia looked nice tied up together, made to deepthroat a dildo or to eat each out.

As for Terry, Sophia’s older brother, he couldn’t be here tonight but he was turning into a cute black sissy on his own merits. Emma knew that pretty soon, he was going to be slipping into a maid uniform just like his sister and his mother and that the same sort of things were going to be done to him.

Dad shifted around in his seat and Emma knew that Sophia was down on her knees, getting to work and making sure that Dad got to feel good from having a black teenage slut giving him a blowjob. But it wasn’t so good that he couldn’t also talk and hold a conversation with Mr. Richards, the man sitting next to him.

Emma was feeling horny (like usual) and wouldn’t mind having Sophia eating her out as well. Sophia had gotten trained into being a really good pussylicker since Daddy had taken an interest in her. And Emma had done the same to Sophia, of course. It would just be rude not to return the favor between friends. And family. There had been that one time where she had eaten Yolanda out while Mom had eaten Sophia out.

Speaking of Yolanda, here she was now, looking quite hot and very curvy in a maid uniform that tightly clung to her curves and showed them all. It was the first time that some of the guests here had seen Yolanda and there was a buzz of conversation as they leered at her, at how her fat globes hung heavily in her uniform, how her skirt slid up from side to side as her thick thighs and broad hips moved her along, and how her madeup face just begged to get smashed up against a hard dick, wet pussy or waiting lips.

Her costume already made it pretty clear what was to be expected of her, but just to make things extra clear, as she bent over the dining room table, Emma slipped her hand up and squeezed her ass, sliding her hand along smooth, bare skin and underneath the skirt. Yolanda sighed softly as she got groped, the hand lingering there and kneading her butt as she got felt up in front of almost a dozen people, most of whom she had never even met before.

Emma could tell that the guests were taking just the right lesson from this, understanding that the hired help wasn’t just here to look sexy and hot but that they could be taken complete advantage of without any complaints at all.

Well, assuming that they didn’t bend Sophia over the table and plant her face in the soup or something. That would cause some comment, none of it appreciative. But in a more general sense, what could be done to Sophia and Yolanda that they would object to? It would have to be really kinky to break the bounds of what Emma and her family had already trained the mother/daughter pair into doing and loving.

Mmm, Emma could really go for having Sophia’s lips down on her pussy right now. Or Daddy’s dick. Or anyone’s dick or mouth or toy. Sex was great and Emma really didn’t care who she got it from, just so long as she did. Why should she, really, when there was always the chance for more, for more fun to be had and to get more orgasms and to feel more cum covering her and to see other girls getting put through the exact same situation.

All good things would come to those who wait. Emma told herself that and it wasn’t like she was dying from lack of pussy. Anyway, how many of these dinner guests had ever gotten oral sex from a black teenage maid, right? They had to be loving the chance to try something new out and Emma couldn’t justify it to herself to take that away from them.

So she let them keep on having their fun as Sophia slowly worked her way around the room. And whenever Yolanda came to ferry dishes and foods in and out, most of the guests took the chance to grope her, sliding a hand up along her thigh, grabbing her butt or squeezing her boobs. Yolanda made the same sort of sounds every time it happened. She was much more submissive than her daughter and it had been so easy to train her into being the perfect kind of maid who did exactly what she was told and did her absolute best to make her masters and their guests happy with her.

And not just them. Sophia had put on quite the show when she had walked into her bedroom to find that not only had Emma brought her dog over with her but that her mom was also getting bred on Sophia’s bed by the big boy, moaning like a bitch in heat as her naked body accepted doggy dick very, very willingly inside of her. Emma giggled slightly at the thought and nodded.

Boy, Sophia had been upset at that. She hadn’t calmed down until Daddy had heard the yelling and had come in from his inspection of how Terry’s breasts were growing. Sophia had finally shut up once her face had been pressed against her mother’s leaking cunt, doggy semen and incestual arousal getting smeared across her face as the dog had mounted her from behind, eager to have a new pussy to bury its hard dick inside. And she had done it all while underneath the eyes of Emma and Daddy.

That had been one of the final steps on Sophia’s road to becoming a proper slutty maid, once she had orgasmed a few times from getting fucked by a dog. It was hard to muster too much pride after that, especially when her naked mother took her trembling body in her arms and held her close as she groped Sophia, talking about how this was going to be the perfect chance for the two of them to repair their relationship and make something better out of it all.

Oh, that was such a fun thought, one of the many that Emma went back to every time she was feeling in the mood for something to entertain herself with. She licked her lips and glanced down at her lap, staring past the pregnant swell of her belly. Would Sophia and Yolanda be putting on a show tonight for the guests? Would Emma and Mom? Some combination of the two mother/daughter pairs? It hadn’t been talked about but Emma was always ready for sex, of course. Just like all of the men and women here were.

“This is some good steak,” Mrs. Dallon observed from across the table. “Excellent taste and texture.”

“Thank you,” Mom said with a smile. “I spent a lot of time picking out the right cut for this meal.”

Mom kept on chatting with some of the guests while Dad handled the rest of them. There was nobody anywhere near Emma’s age around, so she just stayed silent and kept on looking pretty and sexy, as a good girl should. Also, showing off that she had gotten knocked up and she was sure that most of the people here could guess just who had been the one to put a baby in her belly.

Emma smiled and rubbed her stomach. Pregnancy was a lot to go through, a whole lot more than she had ever been expecting. But she was managing it as well as could be expected, especially with the help of her mom and her friends.

Plus, some guys liked the look of a pregnant girl, so that could make things a lot better and give Emma the chance for even more sex, even more way to enjoy herself and give others pleasure as well. That was always a major plus and Emma smiled as she considered it. Normally, she would have been masturbating right now, since she was feeling so horny, but this wasn’t the proper setting for something like that. Instead, she kept her hands above the table and waited her turn to feel the lips of her friend pressing up against her pussy and making her feel fine. She could wait.

Where was Sophia by now, anyway? It would be dreadfully crass to look underneath the table to see who she was sucking off now, so Emma just let her eyes wander along the table, seeing who had an expression that said they were getting a blowjob right now or getting eaten out.

That one, that was the ticket. Emma was blanking on his name but from the smug smile as he leaned back in his seat and how he wasn’t bothering with any of the food on his plate, Sophia was busy giving him a blowjob. And from how his partner kept on glancing down and biting her lip, it was quite the show.

Emma jerked in surprise as a hand landed on her thigh. She glanced up at the man sitting next to her as he rubbed her thigh, slowly sliding his hand upwards and upwards along her leg. She didn’t mind in the slightest, of course, and did nothing to impede him in any way. She didn’t reach over and start giving him a handjob, though. That wouldn’t be fair to Sophia. Emma knew how much pleasure Sophia could get out of sucking on a hard cock and feeling the cum splattering across her face.

So Emma just let herself get groped as she kept on sitting here, smiling at the guests and enjoying the meal. All aspects of the meal. Yolanda’s breasts were tugged right out of her top and the guest who had done it grabbed her hands when she tried to slide them back inside. She got the message and made a circuit of the table, not doing anything to conceal herself as she picked up the dinner plates. Emma watched others watching Yolanda’s ass swaying from side to side as she left. It was a great ass to watch in motion and Emma normally would have checked it out, but right now, it was more amusing to see others lusting after the black MILF.

What they were picturing of doing to her? How would they like to use her and bend her to their wills? Emma had no idea but if pressed, she could come up with a long, long list of possibilities. Heck, even if she wasn’t pressed, she could picture just what might be done to the older woman, drawing exclusively from her own experiences with Yolanda.

For instance, having Yolanda, in her complete maid uniform, give a thorough cleaning to her mistress’s pussy. That was a lot of fun and that wasn’t counting the orgasms that came with it. Emma smiled at the memory and nodded, remembering just how much fun it had been to have her doing that. While Sophia had watched and, on Emma’s insistence, given her mother some useful tips about how best to eat Emma out, speaking from her own experience.

Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Dallon would like to share a maid and see just how grateful she was for all that they did to protect people like her? Honestly, if the whole cape side of things was coming into play, Sophia would be a much more natural choice but Emma wasn’t going to reveal that to all and sundry. Even Mom didn’t know about Sophia being Shadow Stalker!

"Oh yes, Amy was quite proud of herself for capturing those Empire member so easily," Mrs. Dallon was saying as her husband nodded along. "She gave herself over to them and they spent a good hour fucking her in every way they could think of. Why, they were so exhausted at the end that they couldn't even get up to run when the police showed up to arrest them. A very well-executed capture and I'm proud of how well she did it all. Exactly how a woman should interact with men, using her body to get what she wants from them."

That was all so true, Emma thought. And, of course, sometimes the men just took what you were offering and didn't give you what you wanted but oh well.

The man’s hand slid down between Emma’s thighs and derailed her train of thought. She moaned softly as she felt her wet pussy getting rubbed. She brought her thighs together, barely even thinking about it, her body moving on its own. She could feel the fingers pressing against her entrance, pushing the dress and panties inside of her a bit and making her feel so exploited. Which was a very good and natural thing for a girl to feel like, right?

Why, look at Taylor. Oh, sure, she tried to act like she had rights and dignity and all of that. But her body couldn’t lie and Emma knew what to listen to and what to look for when she lent Taylor out to the basketball team for some away game entertainment or the like. Servicing and submitting to men was just natural. It was a good thing and Emma was glad that her body was being used to make a man happy.

It was a strong, strong temptation to reach over and rub at his crotch, press down against his dick and feel the hardness. Emma could already picture what it would feel like inside of her holes but she managed to resist the urge. It would be a fun treat for Sophia, she didn’t want to steal from her friend like this. Sophia would get what she wanted soon enough and so would this man.

Sophia must be feeling pretty full by now, since Emma figured she had made it about two-thirds of the way around the table. Unless she wasn’t swallowing the cum and was instead wearing it on her face. That was a wonderful possibility as well, one that Emma highly approved of, of course. Especially when it came to black girls. They just looked so much better with white cum against black skin. She couldn’t explain it but she sure did like seeing it.

Though all bukkakes were to be treasured, of course. If a man wanted to mark you as being a slut who sucked cock, then it was Emma’s place to let her face be covered. And Sophia’s place and Mom’s place and Anne’s place, so on and so forth. Emma nodded in satisfaction at that thought, once again appreciating how nice it was when the world worked just the way it should, without any complications or complaints. Just women and sissies dropping to their knees, bending at the waist, doing whatever was required to show themselves off of as ready for action.

Emma felt a pair of hands on her lower thighs and there was only one place they could have come from. She looked down at Sophia and shook her head, gesturing to the man next to her. Sophia looked surprised at that but shrugged and nodded, before vanishing.

The reaction of the man feeling up a girl twenty years his junior was pretty pronounced when Sophia got to work. He shivered from head to toe, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped a bit. He tilted his head downwards and Emma looked as well, seeing just a glimpse of her friend’s head as Sophia set to work, bobbing her head up and down along the shaft. Most of what Emma knew was going on down there was thanks to her past experience with this sort of thing, though, rather than actual observation of what was going on right now.

Still, it was obvious that the man was feeling good. And that he had every intention to continue feeling Emma up as he got a blowjob. His hand kept on moving back and forth against her pussy and Emma let out a satisfied sigh as she felt herself getting toyed with. She was going to be dripping when this was all done, turned on beyond belief and ready for just about anything.

She licked her lips as she imagined getting gangbanged by the party guests, all of them having their way with her. That was a nice thought. So were all the other thoughts that came to mind as she considered all the ways the evening could take as she kept on getting fingered and fondled and teased by this man as he got a blowjob from a maid.

Yolanda was bringing dessert out now and while there were a number of comments on how tasty it looked, it was pretty obvious that most of the guests here would rather be enjoying a different treat. Yolanda was well aware of it all, too, blushing and smiling as she did her best to put her body on display and show herself off, letting everyone get a good, long look at her and how she filled out her maid uniform.

As she stood by Daddy, he grabbed her rear and kneaded it for a good, long time, thoroughly groping and molesting her. Mom smiled at the scene, not making any attempt to interfere. After all, why would she? She had done quite a few things that were very similar to what was happening right now. Especially during the fitting sessions when they had been focused on making sure that the maid uniforms fit Sophia and Yolanda exactly right. And that they exposed the proper amount of cleavage and thigh and everything.

The hands of the man next to Emma were quite busy, not bothering with dessert at all. One of them was still groping and feeling Emma up, which she wasn’t going to object to at all and the other was down holding onto Sophia’s head, controlling the pace that she sucked cock at. Emma could hear the panting and gagging and choking sounds Sophia was making as she sucked on the dick, as she took it deep inside of herself. She was probably deepthroating the entire thing right now, every last inch of it buried inside of her mouth as she acted the part of a good maid and took the cock.

Emma smirked and wished that she could get a glimpse of Sophia’s face after she was done. Even if the cum was pumped down Sophia’s throat rather than onto her face, there was still this amazing, flushed look that a girl wore after finishing a blowjob. Wide eyes, face twitching, lips either tightly sealed to keep the cum inside or hanging open to show it all off, there was a lot to admire in a freshly-fucked face.

Well, if Emma really needed to see that expression later on, she could always ask Daddy to fuck Sophia’s face. So for now, she just took a modest portion of the blueberry cake and put it onto her dessert plate. It smelled amazing and looked even better, especially with the spun sugar glazing. Emma knew that she would really enjoy having more than just one piece of cake but she was still trying to watch her figure, no matter how silly that might seem with her belly growing more pregnant every day.

She made a happy sound as she ate it, feeling the rich, sweet assemblage of flavors melting together on her tongue. Mom had really gone all out on making this cake and Emma wasn’t the only one who was enjoying it, either. More than half of it was gone already.

Hah, that brought back memories. Years and years ago, Emma had talked Mom and Dad into hosting a block party for all the children in the neighborhood. It had been pretty fun, with a good twenty or so kids. And when Mom brought out the no-bake cookies she had made, it was like a swarm of locusts had descended on her. Five minutes after she had brought out a hundred cookies, there were a few stray crumbs on the bottom of the container and even those were being eyed hungrily.

Things weren’t quite that extreme right here and now but it was amazing just how quickly square after square of the cake was vanishing. Emma giggled to herself and took another bite of the cake, enjoying the taste.

She was sure that Sophia was enjoying the tastes she was getting as well. What girl wouldn’t love the taste of cock and cum covering her tongue and driving every other taste away? Emma wouldn’t be a fan of it right now, not with the sweetness still lingering on her tongue, but afterwards, if the guests wanted to facefuck their host’s daughter, Emma would happily sink to her knees. She’d just make sure to remove her dress first, because it was an awfully nice dress and she wouldn’t to get it stained with all of the stuff that came with having a lot of fun.

Smiling at the thought, Emma looked around the table. Everyone looked like they were having an awfully good time right now. Emma couldn’t take a lot of credit for this but what she had done, she was proud of. Of course she was, why wouldn’t she feel pleased over having done her part to make sure that this was all as good as could be and enjoyable for everyone?

Emma sighed softly as she felt the hand moving back and forth against her thigh and crotch, firmly pressing down. The man was making some loud grunting sounds as he controlled Sophia and it was obvious that he was about to cum. That was good. That was fitting, just what should be done to a girl like Sophia, no matter what. Emma nodded in approval and looked down. She couldn’t even see the bottom part of Sophia’s face right now but she was sure that her mouth was tightly pressed against the cock and her tongue was moving along it as she did her absolute best to make the man cum.

Was she toying with her own body as she did so? Emma would have if she was in that position. But maybe Sophia was doing her best to move as quickly as possible so that she could take care of everyone here who needed her special attention. That was quite possible as well. And really, Emma didn’t care too much. If Sophia needed some release later on, Emma wouldn’t ask too much of Sophia in exchange. After all, they were friends! Friends should help each other out and give one another the orgasms that their lewd bodies so desperately needed.

Emma was really soaked down there. Absolutely dripping with arousal. Her nipples were hard as well and there was this fire burning inside of her, a wonderful heat that made her sigh and squirm around as she kept on getting touched. Oh, it was going to be way too long until dinner was over and she could find out who was going to be fucking her and how.

The man next to her came with a grunt, Sophia’s head pulled tight against his crotch. Emma bit her lip as she looked down. She might not able to see all that much of what was happening but her imagination and experience could easily fill in the rest. How Sophia was choking on the dick filling her up. How her pussy was trembling and leaking in arousal. How she could feel the warm sense of bliss that came from being a good girl. All of it.

Sophia pulled her head backwards, fully underneath the table. And even if Emma couldn’t see her, she could still hear how her friend was panting. It was a very nice sound and made Emma smile to hear it. And there were still so many more dicks that needed to be sucked, so Sophia couldn’t spend too long here, not with all of the work that she still needed to take care of.

Sophia knew it, too. After a very short time of recovery, she was on the move, crawling over to the next guy. Who was actually a girl. Well, she was still going to get the same kind of treatment from the maid, Emma knew that much. And maybe later on from the host’s daughter or wife. Or a different kind of treatment from the host himself. There were all kinds of options here and Emma knew just how fun each and every one of them could be.

Dinner parties might not be as much fun as other kinds of parties but Emma could still get a lot of enjoyment out of this. And give a lot of enjoyment as well.

It was great all around, really.