The maid's tale

Serving Master and his guests is my only job. Some days it’s toast on a silver tray. Other days it’s my skirt pushed up and my ass offered. When a guest taps two fingers against the inside of my thigh, I know what he wants. I set the tray down, lean forward, and reach back to spread myself. The first push is always thick and slow, stretching me until the whole length slides inside. Another man steps close, his cock brushing my lips. I open my mouth, take him deep, and let both of them use me at once. When they finish, one finishes across my tongue, the other paints warm stripes over my cheeks. I stay bent until every drop is licked clean, then I gather the tray again and walk out, thighs slick, ready for whoever calls next.