A maid's fate

Rosemarie came to the Villa Hallwax, a stately home on a hill in Grinzing, as a maid when she was 15. The old Baron von Hallwax had bought the villa of the Jewish previous owner for little money, after all, the Hallwax‐factory was important for the Nazis during the war. The old widower was a man of pleasure and allowed himself this luxury. He lived alone, except for the staff, his son meanwhile ran the company and the grandson studied in England and France.

The old gentleman had chosen the young beauty from the countryside because he wanted her around. Somehow the pretty, bloody young girl rejuvenated him. He waited a week, let her serve him coffee early in the morning, and decided to leave her in the care of the old cook. But at the end of the first week he laid the completely frightened girl with her upper body over his desk, flipped up her skirt and pulled down her underpants. He raped her, he deflowered her, and he fucked her. When he was done, he pressed a few bills into the girl's hand and told her to buy some new and pretty underwear.

Rosa ran into her room and threw herself on the bed crying. She actually had little idea about sex at all, it just hurt a little and she calmed down. The cook listened to her and said that now it was time to be smart and take advantage of the situation. "So cheer up and play along," said Brigitte the cook, as they went to the suburbs to buy sexy underwear. The cook knew this very well, because for a long time she had taken care of the old man's sexual balance. Rosa was horrified at how expensive the goods were, but the old man's money was plenty.

Rosa had really very little idea about sex. She had already discovered masturbating as a child and had given her little brother some handjobs when he could squirt. But the little guy wanted to fuck for real, so she gave in to him and inserted his little boy cock through the hole in her hymen. They had to watch the hymen like hell because the strict mother kept checking. So he was allowed to fuck and cum very carefully, the hole got a little bigger, but she was officially still a virgin. So she came to the old Baron Hallwax.

Rosa served the coffee every morning at the same time, but the old gentleman could only fuck her once a month, he was already approaching eighty. However, his son, also approaching sixty, wanted to fuck the red‐haired beauty every morning. She served the widower his morning coffee and lay down with her upper body on the desk. He fucked her the same way every morning. She got used to it and then went to take a shower and to the kitchen. She was very teachable and was already an excellent cook by the end of the war. Every month the younger Hallwax gave her an envelope, "for good service," and she saved as much as she could. The old man had bought her a particularly nice outfit, which she had to wear to his salon once a month. It used to be called a gentlemen's evening, but now, having become wealthy and fine, they spoke of the salon. Once a month Baron Hallwax entertained his customers, a good 20 to 25 officers in uniform. The Hotel Zum Erzherzog provided the feast, and industrious hands prepared the banquet in the marble hall. Rosa's only job was to serve drinks and cigars to the gentlemen before and after the banquet.

The old man had briefed her quite accurately, she was not a hooker, damn it, but a pretty 16 year old girl, who at the very most was allowed to flash her sinfully expensive underwear, but nothing more, for God's sake! Kissing, cuddling or dating, that in no case! She was not a hooker, damn it, but only a pretty eye‐catcher to distract and please the officers. Rosa nodded when he explained all this to her and then had Brigitte, the old cook, translate it for her. She blushed red as a beet when Brigitte explained the word hooker. She turned even redder when Brigitte explained and demonstrated how she should flash the panties. "Show it all off?" asked Rosa with a pale face and Brigitte nodded. That was the purpose of the exercise, she was to show as much naked flesh as possible, the butt and the pussy, unabashedly and unobtrusively. Brigitte took a pair of scissors and snipped at the panties until they were just a thin cloth from the asshole to above the cleft. If Rosa now bent over or let herself be pulled onto the lap by one of the gentlemen and kicked with her legs in the air, then the ass as well as the cunt flashed up lovingly. The Baron was totally thrilled, because all eyes were now on his eye‐catcher and not on the boring documents. Rosa learned quite quickly to show off as often and as much as possible and after a few salons she was really good at flashing her jewels, praised the old man.

His father was buried with all pomp, even the mighty and powerful mayor sent a delegation. The son had insisted that "Baron von" be chiseled on the tombstone, although since the end of the Habsburg empire there were no more titles of nobility and of course no more Barons, but he himself continued to let himself be called Baron. As the new old man he now had no more consideration for his old master. He listened carefully to, which officer wanted to have a private audience with Fräulein Rosemarie. Depending on it, he sent the presumptuous insolent to the devil or he talked Rosa into receiving the important gentleman in the library, where there was a large, comfortable chaise‐longue. Rosa knew it was well rewarded and fucked as many important people as she could. She often discussed with Brigitte whether she had become a hooker, but Brigitte just laughed at her. "What do you have to offer, what does life have to offer you? A pretty face and a pretty ass! So, make the most of it! Remember, one day you'll be too old, so put that money aside for the old days!" Rosa nodded to Brigitte's philosophy, every single word was true. It was war and everyone had to see to it, that they got a piece of the pie. Baron Hallwax made sure that he sold his stuff to the Wehrmacht, and Rosa made sure that she always got a well‐filled envelope. She was not particularly businesslike, but she made it clear to the Baron that she expected more rhe next time.

The war was coming to an end. The former Baron of Hallwax tore the golden party badge from his lapel and angrily shoved it into the desk drawer. And — swooosh! — he was no longer a Nazi! The English, French and Americans needed his goods just as badly, for they too had howitzers, mortars and other toys for which the Hallwax Works supplied. The saloon was down for only a month, then the officers came in other uniforms and spoke only foreign languages. Rosa served as before, silently smiling, flashing her jewels. She spoke only with her eyes; she had had her makeup done beautifully by Brigitte, and she glowed with pride when one or the other of the officers gave her a euphonious verbiage. The old man coughed and coughed because he understood the foreign languages and his chest swelled with pride. Rosa willingly gave herself to the gentlemen from all over the world for money in the library; she didn't need to understand foreign language to fuck them. Whether German Wehrmacht, French or American liberators — without underpants they were in principle all the same. The Hotel Zum Erzherzog provided the banquet in exemplary quality. Even if one had lost the war, that was no reason to slack off. The Hallwax Works only got bigger and bigger, the more weapons were needed for peace. Rosa also blossomed, for she was truly in love.

Shlomo Yakubovich had survived the war in England and was now employed as a mechanic‐chauffeur at Hallwax. He was the seventh employee in the villa, along with the cook, two cleaners, two gardeners and Rosa. He lived above the garage, where he was in charge of the two cars. Rosa was immediately in love with him. He smiled sullenly; she, as a pureblood, should not get involved with a Jew. Rosa didn't understand his humor and nagged back, that she was not a purebred, her great‐grandfather was from Scotland, you could clearly tell by her red hair and green eyes. Shlomo hugged her laughing, then nothing would stand in the way! She visited him every day after lunch, they spent the two free hours in his bed.

Rosa loved everything about Shlomo, he was a skilled mechanic and an excellent chauffeur. And he had a big, beautiful cock, really big compared to the old man's little cock. He was circumcised and she admired the glans that never hid under a foreskin. He had a good meaty cock, with which he could continue fucking her for a long time after he had cum, until her orgasm. She much preferred those orgasms to the ones she gave herself before falling asleep.

Shlomo had a hard time accepting that his Rosa had to let the old master fuck her every morning, that she also had to let his customers fuck her sometimes in the library for her master's favor, but that was the deal. They kept talking about leaving the Hallwax house and starting over somewhere together, but their combined savings weren't enough at the back of their minds. Shlomo was very educated and he approached her about her period, even in the early days. Rosa didn't know what it was all about at first. She was 22 and didn't have a period yet, Shlomo sent her to the gynecologist, but he didn't know anything either. You will not have children, Shlomo said sadly after reading the doctor's letter, we will have to adopt some. Rosa nodded, that was fine with her, she was very happy to have a family of her own.

Shlomo stayed with Hallwax for two years and one day he disappeared without a trace. Rosa cried heartbreakingly, but the guy was gone, with one of the cars. Although the crashed car was found a week later in a ravine in Tyrol, blood trails led into the woods and then got lost. Only after two or three weeks Rosa learned more details from Brigitte. It sounded like a bad detective story. The old master had gotten into a fight with Shlomo, over a woman, they had scuffled and the old man had threatened Shlomo with a revolver. Shlomo had knocked the old man to the ground and had sped away in a car with the revolver. Rosa remembered, she had asked the old man then, how he got the bruises on his face, but he had not answered.

Yes, she had asked the old Hallwax directly if it was true, but he had denied everything, "stupid chick's talk!" Rosa mourned Shlomo all her life and never fell in love again.

It all went on as usual, she let the old man fuck her whenever he could, but it became less and less. The son, Siegfried, had returned from England with his wife and child and occupied the vacant west wing. Siegfried assisted his father in the factory and gradually grew into the business. However, like his father, he was a real bon vivant, taking over the salons and living it up. His wife was more often in London, Paris and Monaco than at home in Vienna. Little René was at boarding school for most of the year, he was eager to learn and scored points with Siegfried with his good grades.

Rosa was 35 when old Hallwax was buried. He had just fucked her and had cum one last time, then he had simply dropped dead. She stood in the back row with the other domestics, but she didn't cry. He might have had her Shlomo on his conscience, she never forgave him for that, not in all these years.

Siegfried Hallwax continued his father's work. The Hallwax Works flourished and the new boss was from the trade, which impressed his employees. He spoke fluent English and French, which impressed the European clientele. The salons continued as before, they even became a tad more boisterous. And Siegfried didn't want to waste his precious time in bars and brothels; he took over Rosa from his father. She was only in her mid‐30s, still pretty and not averse to fucking. She agreed immediately, she had faithfully taken care of the physical well‐being of her masters. And of course she was quite keen on him, Rosa said with her most seductive eye flash. Yes, she would gladly let him fuck her, if he wanted, every day. But he was not such a barbarian as the old men who fucked standing, while Rosa bent over the desk.

He led her by the hand into his bedroom; he had a bottle of champagne in the ice cooler beside the marital bed and soft, ingratiating music playing. He undressed without a word and lay down on the bed expectantly. Rosa quickly undressed and lay with him. He quietly asked if they needed to use contraception and she shook her head. No, she didn't have a period and wouldn't have children. She liked his quiet, friendly manner and his claim to a bit of sophistication. She stroked her hand unselfconsciously over his cock, which was quite a bit larger than his father's and grandfather's as well. She asked how she should keep it with his wife, since they were cheating on her right now? He smiled, she should not think about it anymore, his wife is actually for sure lying on the beach of Nice or Monte Carlo and lets herself be pampered by a masseur. If she valued physical fidelity, she would be here and not there. That made sense to Rosa, there was a lot of truth in it. She looked at his cock more closely, it was not circumcised like Shlomo, but still pleasing to look at. She had heard that many women said that cocks were ugly, but not her, she had only seen nice ones so far.

She let Siegfried fuck her, and he too was as good in bed as Shlomo, he too usually brought her to orgasm. She had only had an orgasm while fucking Shlomo, before that only during her daily masturbation at night. The old man had never managed it and she believed that he didn't care at all either. Siegfried also cared that they kissed and cuddled. She had only done this with Shlomo before, but she felt it was important and right. The cuddling, kissing and caressing really belonged, she learned that quickly. She felt like a woman with Siegfried and not just an object as she had with his father and grandfather. She had always felt that it was all wrong with the old masters, but she could not have put it into words. It was a beautiful new experience, even though she knew full well that it was all about his physical satisfaction. She lay with Siegfried for the next 20 years.

Something had changed, however, and she really didn't like it. The salons no longer had the banquet at their center. It was about the big booze‐up afterwards, one drank to booming music, smoked and swallowed all sorts of things. Rosa drank very little alcohol and only sipped from her glass; she didn't smoke or swallow anything. Siegfried, however, was beside himself; he swept her into the middle of the hall and danced with her. She was confused because she had never danced before, but she went along with everything. It pleased her that he was so happy and exuberant. She danced with him from salon to salon, it was actually quite nice. But one day he was so hyper that after dancing he threw her on the chaise‐longue and fucked her in front of everyone. This was terribly embarrassing to her because, although most didn't care, some were watching them fuck. She left immediately after he had cum.

She waited for him in his marital bed, but fell asleep. Only in the morning she served him a strong coffee and then dared to confront him. He was stubborn and intransigent. "When it gets to you," blah, blah, blah. She didn't want to hear it. She explained to him that it was embarrassing and uncomfortable for her, she felt pathetic and soiled. He didn't listen. After all, there was nothing wrong with it, it wasn't that bad. It went back and forth for half an hour, but they didn't find each other. Looking somber, he asked her if she would let a stranger fuck her at the salon if it was important to him or the company? She immediately shook her head, but then thought and said if it was really important, then. Siegfried nodded, "that's good!" and that was the end of the subject.

Promptly, he had her fuck his best friend at the next salon. He was important, he reminded the hesitant girl. Again, there were only a few who watched them fuck, but it was no longer so embarrassing. So it gradually got to the point where she was getting fucked at every salon. If in the beginning there was only one, soon there were three or six who fucked her coram publico. Siegfried praised her and the monthly envelope became much thicker. He smiled secretly, she was as much a whore as all women. One was just more expensive than the other. But whores they all were.

Siegfried turned 60, Rosa 57. He gave a big party with all his friends. The day after, he told Rosa that she had to prepare for her well‐deserved retirement. Therefore, he had hired a young assistant whom she would have to teach everything from cooking to the salon. Rosa nodded and was a little crestfallen, but on the other hand she understood. Siegfried's son René was studying at university and was now living at home again. Siegfried bothered her less and less often in his bedroom, of course, it was not he who had aged, but she. Sure.

The new girl's name was Mi Lei Sung, her parents had immigrated from China and the older children were able to help them out in the restaurant, but the younger ones were placed in various workplaces. Mi Lei was already almost 19, but looked like a 13‐year‐old. Rosa immediately realized that she was the change of pace Siegfried envisioned for his bedroom. But he lulled her suspicions, called Rosa into his bedroom once or twice, and she calmed down.

The little Asian girl, who wanted to be called Mimi because she was so used to it, was basically lazy as hell. She learned while cooking only for the day, the next day she had forgotten everything again. What she was good at, however, was fawning over Siegfried or René when she served coffee and other things in her skimpy little skirt. No question, she was after one or both of them. And sure enough, after six weeks Siegfried came into Mimi's room at night and Rosa, who was sleeping in the room next door, woke up to Mimi's soft cries of pleasure. Mimi meowed like a kitten while fucking, she could be heard for miles. Rosa got really tight palpitations, maybe from indignation that she had been dumped or maybe because she had gotten horny listening to her. Mimi meowed loudly every night now, and Rosa was somehow glad he hadn't brought Mimi into his bedroom. Days went by.

One night there was a knock at her door, it was René. He just came in, hissed a greeting and lay down with Rosa, snotty. He noticed that she was naked under the covers and took off his T‐shirt and underpants. It was not completely dark in the room and Rosa noticed his grin. He looked at her and laughed softly. "That Mimi sure got my old man around fast," he murmured. "If I'm counting right, this is the second time he's fucking her tonight." Rosa nodded and said softly, "he usually fucks her twice." She paused for a long moment. "I hope he doesn't overdo it, like your grandfather!" René had no idea about this and she had to tell him everything. At first she just told how he had collapsed dead after fucking her, but René kept drilling until she had told him everything all the way back to her deflowering at 15 by his great‐grandfather. After the long silence in the next room, Mimi was heard meowing very quickly and choppily. "Now she's masturbating," René whispered, "she let me watch her a few times, that's how I know." After a small cry, the meowing died away and Siegfried's deep voice was heard briefly.

René continued to discuss his parents with Rosa for a long time. The father thought the mother was a slut, but he himself had fucked the little slut in the last days. He was depressedly silent and had his arms wrapped around Rosa's neck. She gave a jerk and told him that until now, for almost 20 years, she had been the slut for his father. He propped himself up on his arms. "Not true!" But Rosa nodded and said it was the full truth. He said he was sorry, but she fought back. "He always treated me like a gentleman, he was always decent to me!" She bit her lips; she didn't have to tell him the humiliations at the salon. He lay down a little more quietly. "I am glad he treated you like a gentleman, for you are quite lovely and a sweetheart!" Rosa blushed in the dark. A thought rose in her mind.

"Can I ask you something?" she initiated, "just because I'm curious. Do you have a girlfriend to fuck?" René let go of her neck and was silent for a long time, then shook his head in denial. She put a hand on his chest. "Forgive me if I'm too curious, but have you ever really fucked before?" His body immediately stiffened. Again he shook his head and she felt tears running down his cheeks. She hugged him, for the first time, and immediately felt his stiff cock. "It's okay René, it's okay! One day you will..." He interrupted her uncertainly, "Do you really think so?" She stroked his cheeks and nodded. "Of course I do, I have no doubt." He had to get it off his chest. "There were no girls at boarding school, and I wasn't one of the gang that sometimes broke out at night and went to the brothel," and Rosa interjected, "you certainly didn't miss anything important!" He looked at her big. "Mimi used to come into my room and wanted to fuck so badly, but I didn't know how to do it. Then she just masturbated and laughed at me later. She came to me at least 10 times, to masturbate and laugh at me." Rosa knew that René was somewhat autistic and had a hard time interacting with people, so she felt great compassion for him. "One day you'll meet a girl who will show you everything, and it won't be hard." He was electrified. "You'll show me one day?" Now Rosa froze. "Why, I'm well over sixty," she exaggerated, "I'm an old, ugly woman, much too old for you!" She groped her way to his cock and embraced it. "My cunt has already shrunk and become very tight, much too tight for such a big cock as you have!" She squeezed his cock affirmatively. "And at boarding school, you only did it yourself?" He nodded and answered immediately, "Sometimes I did it at the same time as others, sometimes one rubbed the other. But not very often. And the ass fucking I never did, that seemed too gross."

Rosa was still holding his cock. "You have to squirt now, don't you?" she stated. "You can make yourself do it if you want, I don't mind." She paused and waited, but he said nothing. "You want me to make it for you?" she asked, and all at once he nodded his head. "Okay, I'll be glad to do it to you!" she whispered and grabbed his cock with her fist. He put his arm on her shoulder as she sat up and masturbated him. He buried his face between her breasts. It took quite a long time and she was starting to get a cramp in her arm, but then he squirted, spurting high into the air several times and she didn't let go of his cock until he had finished spurting. She let him rest for a long time and said softly, "I have to sleep now!" He woke up from dozing. "Can I come back tomorrow?" he asked uncertainly and she giggled. "As soon as Mimi starts yowling, you can come!" He gave a short laugh and left.

He was punctually on the spot as soon as Mimi and Siegfried had started fucking. He had taken a flashlight with him and dived down to explore Rosa's cunt in great detail. He did not reappear until Mimi's mewing while masturbating was heard for the second time. René grinned all over his face as Mimi finished with a little cry. He really questioned Rosa, he wanted to know everything about fucking. She said nothing of her little brother, but told of his great‐grandfather and grandfather and the officers she had fucked in the library. She shook her head with a smile, No, she hadn't been sent to the hustle, she had been able to choose if she wanted to fuck the officer. After all, the grandfathers only wanted it because it benefited them business‐wise. She assured the boy that she wanted it herself, because it was the only way she could fuck many men, very many. And she was pretty and young and wanted to fuck all the time, she really loved it very much.

Rosa had held René's cock in her hand during the conversation and now he was ready again. She masturbated him and made him squirt high in the air. He came every night now, he hugged Rosa and they listened intently to Mimi until she was done fucking and masturbating. René kept her hugged, lying half on top of her and pressing his cock between her inner thighs. Rosa offered to let him fuck her every day, but he wasn't ready yet. She masturbated him and let him cum on her thighs and pussy.

Rosa had accompanied Mimi to the abortion clinic and brought her back home in a cab. Mimi was very dejected, but the Lord had insisted, he did not want a bastard. For two weeks he summoned Rosa to his bedroom and lamented his suffering. He nodded with satisfaction when Rosa reported that she had persuaded Mimi to take the pill. The abortion had hit Mimi pretty hard, but he was back in Mimi's bed after two weeks. The game started all over again, René was back with her, lying on top of her, and she was stroking his stiff cock, steering it closer to her pussy day by day.

One day René was ready. He was very excited when Rosa directed his cock into her vaginal entrance. She didn't need to explain much to him, he knew at least in theory how the fucking went. Rosa had held her breath because he had a very thick cock, the same length as Siegfried, but much thicker. They both fought like doggedly because he didn't go in easily. She felt a brief pain when he finally went in with great difficulty. He still hesitated a bit, but then he thrust dutifully and squirted way too soon. He slumped to the side after squirting. Now it was Rosa who embraced him and kissed his tears away from his cheeks. They talked quietly, she explained to him that the man had to hold back the squirting until the woman had had her orgasm. It is more difficult for some than others, but the majority could do it. If a man couldn't do that, he became uninteresting to the woman. René nodded, that was easy to understand, and he promised to try. It took him several days before he could hold off long enough for Rosa to orgasm. He came every night now, he lay on top of Rosa and they both listened aroused to Mimi's sounds of pleasure before they fucked.

René was a good boy and he always used a lubricant, he learned to penetrate her only slowly and give her vagina time to dilate and adjust. He came to fuck almost every night and Rosa was a good listener, she had no idea what college was like of course, but she was pretty knowledgeable about interpersonal relationships, something René really needed her opinion on.

Siegfried was apparently in the know, and once remarked to Rosa that he highly valued her good influence on René. Rosa turned red as a beet, although he made no salacious remark. He knew how hard René had it with people and appreciated that she cared for his son, he said so quietly and hugged her. Although he no longer invited her into his bedroom at night, she usually lay with him in the morning hours or before noon, but they did not fuck every time. After all, Siegfried was already 60 and gave all his loins strength to fuck Mimi at night. Rosa mostly just listened to him and caressed his body, he talked about everyday problems, but he always asked her how René was doing. He was very pleased with René's grades, but he worried if the boy could one day take over the Works, the Company. Rosa knew that René didn't study the same as Siegfried had, but maybe he could take courses that concerned business management. Siegfried thought for days and interviewed the university before talking to René about it. Although Siegfried no longer fucked Rosa every day, she regularly got her envelope at the end of the month.

Sometimes Siegfried was traveling and that's when René was very fond of going to Mimi's to fuck, Rosa didn't object and encouraged him a lot. He secretly made recordings of it and showed them to Rosa. She was electrified, because she practically never saw others fuck. She watched the footage hundreds of times, it was very arousing. Mimi apparently had no trouble inserting René's thick cock and she visibly enjoyed letting the boy fuck her. She always wanted to be fucked twice with a break and always masturbated after the second fuck. He fucked her powerfully through and she never taunted him again.

It was probably one and a half year later when the house bell jingled. The gardener threw on the jacket of his fantasy uniform and opened. He called out loudly, "Rosa! A Visitor for Fräulein Rosemarie!" Rosa brushed her hands against the kitchen apron before removing it, a visitor? She hadn't attended the salon in years, and who else would visit her? She walked curiously to the door with her heart pounding excitedly and stepped out.

It was Shlomo.

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