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"You must be joking!" I laughed loudly "Me dance for a bunch of maids? Why
the idea's ridiculous!"

As indeed it was. After all, I was a successful Western manager, not some
local gigolo.

Ranjee pouted and looked genuinely upset.

"Ranjee no joke Sir. I give party for my friend before wedding. She want
dancer like she see in American movie, white boy to dance for friends. You
only white man I know Sir. Please help me. You make Ranjee very happy. You
want me be happy, no Sir?"

Ranjee, my Sri Lankan maid, had drawn closer to me as she spoke, looking up
at me with her big dark eyes, at once pleading and enticing. I looked down
past her eyes and her full lips to the tops of her lovely brown breasts,
clearly visible through the top of her carelessly unbuttoned housecoat and
felt my crotch swell. She was irresistible.

"Yes Ranjee. I want you to be happy." I said hoarsely

Ranjee laughed gaily and clapped her hands, a broad smile on her face.

"Please wait. I get clothes." she said excitedly and ran off downstairs to
the room she and her mother called home.

Ranjee had cleaned and washed for me since I had come to this Middle Eastern
country two years before. She and her mother were the resident housemaids of
the block of flats where I lived, visiting each in rotation.

Her visits were the highlight of my week. She was young, barely twenty,
slender but strong limbed with gorgeous brown skin, long lustrous black hair
and delicious looking breasts and ass. I fell in love with her instantly,
making any excuse to follow her round the flat in the hope of catching a
glimpse of her bare flesh, my cock ever hard. I fooled myself I was being
discreet but my permanent disarray and shy, nervous behaviour around her, as
well as my swollen crotch,  had obviously betrayed my interest to her long
ago. It was an interest she had used to her advantage, requests for a raise
in her wages or a day off always being preceded by her wearing a more
revealing housedress, by innumerable excuses to bend over in my field of
vision so that I saw a flash of her panties or her breasts, my particular
favourites. Then when I was hot and ready she would state her request in a
winsome, pleading voice that I found it impossible to resist. She had me
wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. Why I was even about to
forget my social position and humiliate myself in front of a group of her
fellow maids for her sake.

But truth be told, the prospect excited me for it catered to my most basic
desire, the strong need I secretly felt to be humiliated and dominated by
women, especially those considered to be my social inferiors. It was my
dearest wish for Ranjee to be more assertive and commanding, to treat me as
her servant. If she did that I would truly obey her every command, denying
her nothing, but she was always the submissive housemaid, sometimes
embarrassingly respectful to me and I was afraid to tell her how I felt,
afraid she would consider me a pervert and I would lose her forever. And so I
kept silent, finding my satisfaction in pleasing her in whatever way I could,
like now.

When she returned some minutes later, Ranjee was carrying a small bundle of
clothes and a video cassette.

"These clothes you wear. This video teach you how dance good. You copy man in
video you make ladies very happy, make Ranjee happy." she smiled warmly and
handed me the clothes and tape "Please dress now. See if clothes fit."

With an embarrassed smile I stepped into my bedroom, closed my door and
changed into the clothes she had given me. It was no easy task as they were
very tight. The consisted of a diaphanous red blouse through which my chest
was clearly visible, a leopardskin thong and skin-tight leopardskin pants 
that left nothing to the imagination. Looking at myself in the mirror,
dressed in my feminine apparel, I was reminded of a cheap streetwalker
desperately touting for business. For the first time I began to feel uneasy
about my planned performance.

My thoughts were interrupted by the unannounced entrance of Ranjee.

"Sir look very nice." she smiled "Clothes fit good like real dancer."

"But Ranjee," I protested "these are women's clothes. I can't wear these."

She looked hurt.

"But I got no more good for dancing. These my clothes Sir but look good on
you. Make you sexy. All girls like you now Sir."

Her compliments and the thought of wearing her clothes, clothes I had dreamt
so long of removing brought a red flush of embarrassment to my face. They
also brought an erection which was impossible to hide under the tight pants.
Ranjee looked down at my crotch and smiled.

"I think you like clothes Sir. Now come. We watch video.See how dance."

She placed the video in the machine and switched on the TV before sitting on
the sofa. Still embarrassed and erect I sat beside her, my discomfort growing
as I watched the film play. It was a Filipino film showing an erotic male
dancer performing in a nightclub full of excited middle-aged women. A
strikingly lithe, handsome young man, he danced lewdly with exagerrated
thrusts and grinds of his pelvis as he imitated a sex act before beginning to
strip, an act that drove the audience wild. I glanced over at Ranjee. Her
eyes were fixed on the TV, her face flushed, her hands restless. She had
never looked more radiant. She turned suddenly and smiled up at me and I
turned hurriedly away, suddenly finding it harder to breathe.

At the crucial moment the camera panned away and the women rushed the stage.
The scene then cut to a bedroom where the young man was gratefully receiving
payment for services rendered from a woman old enough to be his grandmother.

Ranjee got up and knelt down in front of the video player, raising up her
cute little ass towards me.

"I rewind tape." she explained "You watch dance again then you practice."

"But Ranjee," I protested "I can't, I can't strip. Dancing is one thing but
that is quite another. I am an important man and I have to think of my
reputation. I'm sorry but it's quite impossible!"

At once she began to cry.

"But Sir promise! And Ranjee promise friends. Now all hate Ranjee like Sir
hate Ranjee!"

Seeing her sob and knowing I was the reason I was heartbroken. I reached out
and placed my hand on her cheek.

"Please Ranjee, don't cry. I don't hate you. It's just that this is something
I can't do."

In distress, she pushed my hand away and buried her head in her hands,
sobbing even louder. It was more than I could bear.

"All right Ranjee." I said softly. "I'll do it. Please don't cry any more. I
want you to be happy!"

After a few moments of more crying she brushed away her tears.

"Thank you sir." she said rewinding and starting the tape again. She turned
on her heels and made to rise but stumbled and fell against me, her hand
grazing my cock which hardened at her touch. As I caught her by the arm she
looke up at me and smiled sexily.

"Thank you Sir." she said in barely a whisper and I knew in that moment that
I would never be able to deny her anything ever again.

We watched the tape again and then it was my turn to perform in front of my
audience of one. And what a performance it was, clumsy and laughable in the
extreme as I, a slightly overweight executive in his mid-30's tried to
emulate the agile young stud in the movie.

Ranjee put up her hand to stop me before I began stripping.

"No strip yet Sir. Learn dance first. You no good need lots of practice."

Her words stung me but also propelled me into action. I practiced with her
for the rest of the day and the rest of that week as she visited me after
work. The performance was scheduled for Sunday afternoon and by the Saturday
evening I could both dance and strip to my maid's satisfacton though I always
kept on the thong. I felt nothing wrong in exposing myself to her, only happy
that my efforts pleased her so much. Even my ever present erection was an
asset rather than a threat to her.

"Very nice." she told me on the Saturday night "You hard like this tomorrow
all ladies very happy."

"You too Miss?" I asked hopefully

I had started calling her Miss soon after my lessons began. At first she had
felt uncomfortable but I had explained it was only proper for a student to
address his teacher so and she had gradually come to accept and enjoy her new
found status. When she cleaned I was still Sir but during our lessons I was
simply Boy, a status I too revelled in.

Ranjee smiled.

"You work good Ranjee be happy. Maybe give Boy reward. Boy like that?"

"Very much Miss." I said in eager anticipation.

She laughed and hurried from the room and I did not see her till the
following afternoon when I went downstairs to her room. I chose a time when I
knew the neighbours would not be around. Sunday was maids' day off throughout
the country and the neighbours were used to loud parties in their quarters
but it would be scandalous if  I was seen to participate.

I knocked on the door and  Ranjee's mother Patma opened it. Some 45 years of
age she was as pretty as her daughter but more full-bodied with large breasts
and an equally ample ass that always drew my attention. She spoke no English
but as I entered I bowed and kissed her hand in both greeting and
supplication which she gracefully accepted.

The room was a large one with a bathroom attached, divided into three by
curtains. In one area was the living room with its simple furniture, some
wooden chairs, a low table and an old sofa together with a TV, video and
cassette player. Today the table was in the centre of the room, covered in a
bright red cloth and surrounded by the chairs. A curious looking lamp was
placed on the table and upon closer investigation I saw it to be a flashing
disco light. Behind another curtain was the kitchen composed of a cooker, a
fridge and a sink with some cupboards. The final area was the bedroom with
its wardrobe and double bed which both women shared.

I changed in the bedroom having first, on Ranjee's instructions, applied a
rather cheap scented oil to give my body a sheen. Once I had finished Ranjee
entered for a final inspection and declared herself satisfied.

"You look good like real dancer. Ladies going to like see you dance."

"Miss Ranjee," I said, "may I ask you something. Why are you doing this? It
isn't traditional, is it?"

She laughed.

"Of course no. Sri Lankan lady no think about sex. Only men do that." she
said sarcastically "But now we outside we can do anything. We get lonely we
find man, use cock, have fun. Tomorrow Chandrika go home, get marry. No more
fun. Only work, obey husband, have plenty children. But tonight white boy
dance for Chandrika like he slave girl. Tonight she like queen. Good memory
for her."

I was hot and erect at her words which she could not have failed to notice.

"But why a white man, why not another Sri Lankan?"

"White boy more excite." smiled Ranjee "We see brown cock any time. They just
like us but white boy different. Always he Sir, Master, make us work too
hard, too much like he king. But today white boy work for us, make us happy.
That make us feel good." she paused "Make you feel good too, huh? You like
when Ranjee be boss that why you call her Miss. You want me be boss all time
no? You want work for Ranjee."

As she spoke she gently stroked my cock, driving me to distraction. Unable to
suppress my desires any longer I fell to my knees before her, grasping her
hand and smothering it in kisses.

"Yes Miss Ranjee yes! I want to serve you, to please you, to worship you
always!"

I wept as I spoke, my emotions tumbling out.

Ranjee rubbed my head as she would a favourite pet.

"Good boy! You	make ladies happy today you stay with Ranjee and Patma long
time, be our special boy. Maybe we take you Sri Lanka later."

I looked up at her with tear-filled eyes, my expression one of gratitude.

"Thank you Miss." I said hoarsely and she smiled again.

There was a knock at the door and she motioned me to rise.

"Ladies come. Clean face and wait. When I give signal you come start dance on
table."

She left through the curtain and I happily brushed away my tears. I heard the
sound of greetings, of excited chatter, of bottles opening and drinks being
poured and then all was quiet.

"White boy! Come here!" commanded Ranjee in a loud voice.

Nervously I drew myself up and pulled back the curtain, walking with
exagerrated swaying of my hips, just like a hooker, towards the table to the
accompaniment of jeers, whistles, applause and a loud thumping soundtrack.

Apart from Ranjee and her mother there were three other women in the room,
all drinking glasses of beer. All were scantily dressed in gaudy costumes, as
were Patma and Ranjee. Two were mature ladies in their forties, one very
large with massive breasts that seemed likely to explode from her tight
blouse at any moment, the other dark and thin, her face gaunt from years of
hard labour but still as beautiful as only Sri Lankans can be. The third was
much younger, perhaps nineteen, tall, fair and voluptuous. This was clearly
the bride to be and how I envied her fiance.

On a sudden whim I knelt before each of the guests in turn and kissed their
feet in abject submission, making it clear that they were Mistresses for the
evening. My action had the desired effect and when I turned to clamber onto
the table more than one pair of hands pushed me up by my ass and copped a
feel of my balls at the same time.

Once on the table, the disco lights were turned on, the main lights were
switched off and I began to dance as Ranjee had taught me. To ever growing
excitement on the part of my audience I swivelled and swayed my hips, thrust
my pelvis forward again and again at ever increasing speed then began
rotating and grinding my hips in mock sexual actions as I slowly stripped off
my blouse and tossed it to the watching maids. The whoops of excitement that
greeted this act were as nothing to those that greeted the removal of my
pants.

Dressed only in my thong, my cock erect at the excitement of this humiliating
event, I began to dance again before turning towards Chandrika and offering
her my hand. With mock shyness she resisted at first then clambered onto the
table beside me. I thrust my crotch forward, offering her my thong which she
tore from me, holding it aloft as she seized my erect cock and led me round
the table in triumph. Then, caught up in the sexual excitement, this normally
demure young girl so soon to be married, took me in her arms and kissed me
long and passionately, opening her blouse and letting me suck long and hard
on her teenage breasts.

At this the large woman could no longer contain herself. I was pulled from
the table and found my head buried in her massive mammaries as her hands
roamed all over my body. The thin woman too was on her feet, groping and
kissing me and at a nod from Ranjee I was borne away to the bedroom where my
tongue serviced each of their glorious bodies in turn. How happy I felt to
hear them moan with pleasure. Strangely, however, they did not make use of my
cock and Chandrika, who came to lie naked beside me later did not let my
tongue inside her either. She was determined to wed as a virgin and would
only allow me to shower her body in kisses while suckling her and simulating
her breasts with my fingers. But it was enough for me merely to lie beside
such beauty.

At last she and the others left and I was alone in the bedroom, my cock still
unused, awaiting Ranjee. When she entered she had a broad smile on her lips.

"Ladies very happy now. You dance good, got good tongue. First time they have
white boy but now they want more."

"And Chandrika?" I inquired

"She most happy. She like you kiss her feet, treat her like queen. She say
going to make husband like you. She very clever, very sexy. Maybe she
succeed." she laughed and I smiled.

"Now Ranjee's turn." she continued "White boy belong me no others. Now I
take."

She removed her clothes and climbed onto the bed, her beautiful form revealed
to me for the first time in all its glory. I marvelled at her breasts, small
and firm with large dark nipples, at her firm ass, her tight hairy pussy, her
slim muscular body and limbs and wondered how such a beauty could have
selected me as worthy of her attentions.

Ranjee made her way to the top of the bed and straddled my face.

"Use tongue. Lick pussy" she ordered and lowered herself down. I obeyed
eagerly, kissing and licking at her temple till my tongue was inside her and
I was making oral love to her cliterus. As I licked and sucked she rode my
face, grinding herself ever harder against me as she moaned with pleasure.
Then, with a shudder of delight, she came and I drank of her juices.

Laughing, she turned and let me kiss and lick her ass.

"I know you want to do that long time." she explained "Now you real slave,
kiss my ass every day!"

"Thank you Miss." I breathed but she had already raised herself up and had
turned to face me again.

"Now for cock." she grinned lowering herself onto my erection. "All they want
but I tell them, White cock belong Ranjee only. You take mouth if you want
but cock for me!"

She was riding me now, slowly at first, her strong vaginal muscles wrapped
around me, but as my upward thrusts grew in strength and pace so too did her
desire and soon we were fucking with wild abandon, our mouths and bodies
meeting in intermittent kisses on lips and breasts.

After the excitement of the evening I was not long in coming that first time
but it was also not long before the taste of Ranjee's nipples and lips,
together with the skilful attention of her fingers and mouth on my cock had
me hard and ready again.

We fucked longer and slower the second time though she still rode atop me.
Only when I had brought her twice to noisy orgasm did she ride me as hard as
she had done before and grant me sweet release.

As I lay back on the pillow, tired and breathing hard, she slid silently from
the bed and her place was taken by Patma, that larger older version of
herself. Even nestling between Patma's bountiful breasts I doubted whether I
could please her as well but she was an experienced lady and soon my cock was
deep inside her bringing her pleasure as I had pleasured her daughter.

I slept between both those lovely brown ladies that night, their arms around
me as I used their breasts for pillows. It was the sleep of the contented,
contented I had pleased them and knowing I would awake to a new and better
life, no longer Sir but Boy who only lived to serve their every need.

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