Mina is my current wife and was reluctant to accept my women only house staff. After six years of marriage she has accepted the staff. Recently the staff has been expanded to include a personal assistant/companion and a personal maid for Mina. All of the young women in my employ, are maids, the chef and kitchen staff. The arrangement is an unusual one but works well for both parties. I hire young women and contract with them that I will pay for their college education while they work in my house. One wing of the house has bedrooms with private bathrooms for the women. This wing also has a kitchen, theater, dining room and large patio and swimming pool. Other duties were not written into their contract but were agreed upon before entering into the contract. No one has reneged on the agreement and the girls went on to other things in life when they were ready.

The door to the kitchen opened behind me and the kitchen maid, who also served in the dining room, bustled through. ” I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Malone.” ” No problem, Ashley. I just got here myself. ” I looked up at the taught fabric over Ashley’s full breasts as she leaned forward to set out my orange juice, eggs and bacon. My eyes traveled up to her brown hair, smoothed back into a ponytail, and down her body to her short denim skirt. My fingers slid up between her thighs under the short skirt. I found the spot at the top of her inner thigh that I loved so much, so very soft and smooth. ” And how are classes going?”

Ashley was taking classes at the local community college in food prep and was also being given lessons in the kitchen by the chef. She would serve my breakfast and rush off to class this morning, as she did every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. ” Very well, Mr. Malone,” she answered, a trifle breathlessly, as my fingers teased across her bare labia.
” I’ll have something for you, later today.” Ashley’s eyes strayed to the front of my pants.
” Yes, that later.” I smiled up at her and Ashley answered with a rueful smile of her own. I removed my hand from her skirt and stood. Stepping closer, I backed her up against the dining table until it touched the back of her legs. I reached down and drew her skirt up over her hips. ” Sit… now lie back.” Looking down at her as she lay before me, her pussy exposed, I pushed her thighs open a little more. I leaned down to press his lips softly to hers. ” Now, get to class before you’re late,” he growled. Ashley had gotten my lust running for the day. Now it was time to pay my compliments to the chef.

I went through the door to the kitchen and found Angie in a pool of early morning sunlight from the large picture window over the sink. She was sunny herself. Her movements were efficient as she chopped vegetables at the counter in the sunlight. Her dark curls bounced as she moved. She was a short, petite woman. I walked silently across the kitchen to stand behind her. ” Good morning Angie,” I murmured into her ear. She squeaked and jumped. ” How many times do I have to tell you not to scare the person with the knife?”
I grinned and leaned down to wrap my arms around her from behind as she set the knife down. I pressed my nose into her hair. Coconut lime verbena, I was sure. ” You’re so much fun to scare. The way you jump makes other parts of me.. jump.” ” Like this part?” she asked, rubbing her ass back against my groin.

” Definitely.” I rubbed back myself against her firm ass. ” I came in to compliment the chef and reward her for a delicious breakfast. What would you like this morning as a reward?”
I knew what her answer would be as she reached a hand out for a small bowl of strawberries on the counter. She picked up the bowl and turned as I released her, looking up at me through her eyelashes. The sparkle in her eyes always started the morning right for me. ” Some cream for my strawberries?” she requested. I stepped back from her and pulled out a chair from the island. Before sitting down, I unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers, releasing my erection. I started to stroke myself as I looked at Angie. ” Come here then.” Angie came forward and knelt in front of me. She held her bowl in front of her with both hands as she hungrily watched me stroke.