The Type Writer Chpt. 4
The next morning I awoke to a very quiet knocking at my door. When I finally opened it, I found Dani, exactly as I described her standing at my door.
Well, maybe not exactly. I certainly had never described the small black dress that was tight against her body. Nor had I described the white apron and tiny white cap atop her head, or the odango hair with pigtails. I definitely had not described the black stockings and six inch heels that she calmly stood upon. And if I had, the only cleaning device she would have brought was a feather duster, not the bucket full of cleaning supplies she clutched with both hands.
“Uh,” I said.
“Good morning,” she said, clipping sharply at the end, as if she was stopping herself from saying something else.
I nodded, looking her over, “Okay, before any confusion or comedy of errors ensue, what exactly is going on here Dani?”
She smiled at that, “Well, I thought that it was about time for me to pay you back for helping us move in.”
I nodded, trying my hardest not to think about her hefty cleavage and how very appealing I found the entire ensemble. “You bought pizza,” I said before mentally hitting myself. When the sexy woman in a modified french maid outfit offers to clean your house, you say yes.
Thankfully, she nodded instead of being offended. “Mandi bought you pizza. I was hoping to pay my end. And to that… end,” she finished holding up the cleaning supplies.
I blinked and nodded, letting her into my apartment.
“Do you have somewhere you want me to start?” She asked looking around, “Or maybe somewhere I shouldn’t start?”
I motioned vaguely at the kitchen and watched as she sashayed, not walked, towards the sink. And then bent at the waist, showing me the black g-string she was wearing underneath. I wasn’t sure what she was doing besides showing me her panties and ass, but I didn’t care. I felt myself getting hard and wanted to walk up right behind her and just take her. I actually stepped towards the kitchen, but stopped after just one. I had done all of this to get Mandi back into my life. And while I had certainly been planning on eventually doing something with Dani, I had no idea if the groundwork I had laid was enough.
Data. I needed Data.
“Dani,” I eventually said, “Does Mandi know you’re here?”
“I don’t think so,” she said, “She was still asleep when I left. She was apparently up very late last night.”
I blinked and felt my eyes flick to the bedroom. She hadn’t been with me. Or at least she hadn’t shown up when I pressed save. Panic.
Fuck, what if she had gone off to see someone else?
“I’ll be right back,” I quickly said, letting myself into the hallway.
“Take your time,” Dani called behind me.
I didn’t pay attention and started rapidly knocking on Mandi’s, and Dani’s, door. It took a long while before she finally answered it.
“What?!?” she growled as the door yanked open.
“Mandi,” I said, “Can I come in?”
She looked me over, the desire for sleep and something else warring in her eyes before she stepped out of the doorway. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she murmured as I walked past her.
I perked up at that comment, she still found me attractive. Good.
“So, what?” she asked after closing the door.
“Dani’s in my apartment,” I said, deciding to cut to the chase.
“Oh, good for her!” Mandi perkily responded with a sudden bounce. Fuck I loved what her breasts did when she did that.
“In a maid outfit,” I clarified, not really sure what else to say.
She blinked before turning around to look at me with a coffee mug in hand, “Okay? Didn’t peg you for the type to go for the fetish wear on the first night, but good to know. I’ll pull my cosplay stuff out of storage.”
I blinked and got a very lovely image in my mind of Mandi in her own Maid outfit. Wait, she said cosplay. There were many options for a busty redhead. Poison Ivy, Black Widow, Lilith, Yoko.
Jessica Rabbit.
Fuck, if that wasn’t going to happen naturally, I was going to have to make it happen. Wait, focus!
“I haven’t done anything with her,” I said.
Mandi put the mug down hard and gave me a glare, “Why the fuck not?”
That was definitely not the question I was expecting. “Because I wanted to make sure it’s okay with you” I said before deciding to just ask “Is it?”
Mandi’s face softened. She very carefully took a step towards me and put a hand on my cheek, giving me a kiss.
“Yes, it’s absolutely okay with me. In fact I encouraged it. I know we’ve got something good going, but Dani’s been listening to you throw me around through the walls for weeks and is so pent up that I had to go to town on her with the strap-on for two hours last night so she could get to sleep. She needs to get laid and she wants you to do it.”
She stepped back and gave me a sly look, “And who knows, maybe I’ll come later. Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve shared.”
I blinked and tried to think, but it was very hard… difficult… with all how hard I had become.
“I’m gonna…” I said pointing over my shoulder.
“Go with my blessing,” Mandi said with a little wave. “Just make sure there’s some left in the tank for me later.”
I nodded and sprinted back across the hall. When I came in, Dani was stretched as high as she could manage, dusting the upper shelves in my kitchen. It made her dress hike up and put the g-string and her ass on full display. She didn’t quite jump when the door slammed shut behind me, but it was certainly close. But she kept dusting.
“Dani,” I growled, my voice growing thick with need.
Carefully, contritely, she came down and turned to face me.
“Chr..Chris?”
“What are my limits?” I asked.
She flushed, but candidly laid it out. “No marks that will show through my scrubs and no permanent disfigurement. Also, no… choking. Normally it’s very good but after my ex…”
I nodded and waved my hand, telling her she didn’t need to continue.
“Anything else?”
She shook her head.
I didn’t say anything else, instead just striding across the room. She didn’t move, she just waited for me. With a sharp grab I took her hair in hand and threw her over the breakfast bar face down. I worried for a moment I might’ve gone too far too fast, but the deep and throaty moan that poured from her throat told me otherwise.
I didn’t wait for another second. She was short enough that her toes were barely touching the ground, but her pussy was at the perfect height for me. My pants slid off and then I stepped forward, shoving the g-string aside and fully burying myself in her on the first thrust. She gasped and reached forward, hands scrambling across the counter to help herself. I instead grabbed her hips and started pulling her back into me, slamming her with all I could. She started moaning from the first thrust and didn’t stop as her pussy started to tighten around my dick, rhythmically pulsing in time with her body convulsions.
Her voice came out in a babble. “ohthankyouthankthankyoudon’tstopneverstopplease.”
I took one of my hands from her hips and used to pin her hands over her head and to the countertop making sure the oncoming bonelessness wouldn’t make me stop.
Which turned out to be a smart idea, her first orgasm almost instantly rolled into a second which quickly became a third. She had really been pent up. Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep going much longer like this given how tight she was and how fucking hot her moans were. I briefly considered asking about birth control, but the thought and choice was very quickly taken from me as she let out a particularly throaty moan and I came shuddering to a stop and let loose inside her. That, of course, set her off again and this time her spasms were so strong that she lost a shoe.
When I had fully emptied myself in her, I finally slid back and caught myself against the sinktop. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, but the ferocity I had been going with was certainly going to take its toll.
Without my , she slid bonelessly to the floor, twisting as she fell so she was facing me. Her dress was a skew and her cap was practically off her head, but the wide smile told me everything the words she couldn’t form didn’t.
I smiled and nodded back at her, satisfied for now, but not nearly ready to be done. Without turning, I fumbled through my dishrack and grabbed a cup, filling it and then draining the entire cup in a single go. I also took a second cup before handing the third to her. She nodded appreciatively before sipping at it herself.
“Thank you,” she eventually said.
I smiled and nodded, very satisfied with how the changes I made had worked out.
After a few more sips she very carefully took the glass and set it aside before tucking her knees underneath herself so that she was kneeling in front of me.
“Is…” she started before having to pause and recenter herself. “Is there anything else I can do for you,” There was a moment where she licked her lips and struggled before finishing with a practically purred. “Sir?”
If I hadn’t already been partially hard, that certainly would have started the process. I wanted to just take her again, but neither of us would be satisfied with that. So, instead I focused on the errant shoe and put on my best dom voice.
“As much as I would love to say yes, you are unfortunately out of uniform.”
Her breathing hitched and I could see her nipples harden. “My apologies sir.”
“You will,” I said, savoring the moment, “have to be punished.”
“Of course sir.”
I smiled as she tried her hardest not to start panting in anticipation.
“Fetch the box from under my bed. I think the appropriate punishment for being out of uniform is a paddling.”
“Yes sir,” she said before quickly standing up and practically running. Halfway across the room she lurched to a stop and returned to a more leisurely sashay. Oh, the fun I was going to have with her.
I was relaxing on my couch, idly coiling my shibari rope when there was a knock at the door. I didn’t move, instead trusting that Dani would get it. We had been through three rounds of punishments and rewards since the kitchen this morning and now I was taking a break to recharge. It was my second break, following some writing I had done while she had done her best to distract me with a blowjob. She was getting no such relaxation as she had been put in charge of cleaning up the messes we had made. I didn’t even turn as I heard her heels click across the floor towards the door. I waited until I heard the deadbolt turn before grabbing the remote and thumbing the remote vibrator to a higher setting. The gasp of pleasure and stifled moan was exactly what I had hoped for, but the door still opened.
“Ma’am” Dani said, her voice barely calm. I imagined a curtsy and thumbed the vibrator even higher. There was a subdued moan.
“Aren’t you a happy little maid,” Mandi said from the doorway.
“Ma’am,” Dani agreed. “Is there, uh, anything I can get you?”
There was a pause and then a gasp from Dani. I was curious, but certain I’d find out what was going on soon enough.
“No,” Mandi said eventually. “You can go back to work.”
“Ma’am,” Dani agreed again.
Mandi came over. She was dressed in casual sweats, but her hair had clearly been cleaned and she looked much more awake than she had.
“Nipple chain,” she asked, taking a seat on the couch next to me. There was a playful pout stretched across her lips. “You never got those out for me.”
I gave her my own playful grin, “You’re the only one who’s been in my bed.”
She stifled a snort and shook her head. “I suppose that tells me exactly where I stand in all of this.”
“Lay would be more accurate.”
She laughed at that before turning to look at Dani. I let myself follow.
Her breasts were out and the nipple chain hung low, pulling on both of her very swollen nipples. The battery pack for the remote vibrator hung from a stocking and if I listened carefully enough I could hear the slight buzz and stifled moans it elicited. But probably the most notable change was the hobble chains wrapped around her ankles and the plug flashing from under the skirt.
“You certainly didn’t pull any punches,” Mandi said after a moment. The voice was casual but there was a hint of envy underneath it.
I let my smile widen and I hefted the rope, “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. She’s still able to move.”
Mandi gave the rope a careful look and then cocked her eyebrow. “Is that for me then?”
I nodded, “If you’re game. I do recall that I had to leave some in the tank for you.”
She smiled at that again but instead of putting her hands forward she sat back and gave me a solid look. This was clearly going to be serious, so I set the rope aside and gave her my full attention. It took a few moments, but we had plenty of time.
“Thank you,” she eventually said.
I blinked, not fully expecting that.
“You’re welcome?”
She smiled and shook her head slightly, “When we moved here, our life was in shambles. You’ve not only made us feel welcome, but helped us satisfy urges that we didn’t think would be satisfied for a long long time, if ever. You’re a good man Chris.”
Well, that was certainly arguable. I doubted that Andi and Danielle would agree with that had they seen how much they had changed, but they weren’t here anymore. Still, I didn’t say anything to that effect. I just smiled and tried very hard not to let the dark humor I was feeling show.
“Dani and I have been together since high school,” she continued. “Best friends, but there’s always been an unspoken fear underneath it all. That someday we’d be pulled apart. Job, life, family. Men. It almost happened with her ex.”
“But it didn’t,” I said with conviction. “You made sure it didn’t.”
She nodded numbly, “Sure, but I came out of that worried I wouldn’t see her happy again. It was scary thinking how close I came to losing her.”
I nodded, careful not to interrupt wherever this was going.
“We’ve talked and we’ve decided that we don’t want to let each other out of our lives. We’re going to stay together until we either get sick of each other or die of old age. But…”
She paused and gave me a once over. “But,” I prompted back to her.
“That doesn’t mean that there isn’t room for anyone else.”
I tilted my head in confusion, slightly surprised by the forwardness. I had written to make this a reality, one true and happy threesome, but I had expected to be the person who took point in asking. Maybe there was something left of the old Andi after all.
“Are you asking me out?” I said, echoing the question I had asked the night we had first slept together.
She shook her head. “No.”
And then, before I could respond, she slid from the couch onto her knees. She hung her head and made herself supplicant for me. And while she was in comfy, baggy sweats, she had never looked hotter than she did in that moment.
“Sir,” she said, her voice growing thick with need, “I am humbly requesting that you take me and Dani as your subs.”
I wanted to ask if she was sure, but she was on her knees and while I might have changed her to be closer to what I wanted, I still respected her enough to take her at her word. So, instead I nodded and took her chin gently in hand. I pulled her gaze to meet mine. “We’ll have to talk about boundaries, but that can come after.”
“After?”
“After we celebrate,” I said with a smile.
Her breath caught and her lips smile grew wide. “Maid!” she yelled. “Get Master ready for me!”
Dani was there in an instant, on her knees. “Yes Mistress,” she said.
“Mandi, you are dismissed to prepare. Maid,” I said, dropping my pants.
“Sir,” she said, throatily before taking me in her mouth.
Dani was clearly savoring the moment, working me up, but being very careful not to push me over the edge. Mandi had clearly established herself as the superior and finishing me before Mandi had a chance would have been… improper. Still, she did her absolute best to bring me right to the edge.
I was almost tempted to let her succeed, but I knew what was happening next. Or should be happening next.
The door opened and a husky voice swept into the room. “Mister Fairchild, might I interest you in some… Patty Cake?”
Standing in the doorway in a red sequined strapless dress, pink stilettos, and purple opera gloves stood Jessica Rabbit. Mandi had really gone all out, even having the hair over one eye and the copious amounts of cleavage.
“Or perhaps, something more?” she continued as she strutted into the room. I had no idea how the dress stayed up, but to be honest I didn’t really care. With a quiet hand, I pulled Dani off me and then stood up, fully erect.
“Oh, I’ll do you right,” I said, working my hardest not to grin, “Like no other man could do.”
She smiled, wide and full in the way you only saw with Mandi and the movies. “Take it you approve of the costume?”
“Just happy I got to see it.”
“Oh,” she said, stepping forward to lay her gloved hands on me, one on my chest and the other on my dick, “Had I known it would’ve gotten this out on the first night.”
My brain was rapidly losing blood, but I still had enough presence of mind to pick the rope up off the couch behind me.
“Well,” I said, “We’ll just have to make up for that lost time.”
The eager glint in her eyes told me I was in for even more of a treat than I had expected. And when we crashed into the bedroom, her arms tightly bound and her breasts squeezed forward, there were plenty of smiles and laughter. And when I flipped up her dress and found she was just as bare as Jessica was reported to be, those laughs very quickly turned into moans. I’m not sure if the entire complex heard me, but we certainly made a solid effort.
And when we were done, Dani was there, kneeling by the bed.
“Sir,” she all but begged, “Might I, clean you up?”
I smiled and waved her on. I’d have to start my novel over, but the happy ending I was getting was more than worth it.