The Maids of Macintosh Part 2

Moondancer was so excited to swing by the new club that had just opened up in downtown.
"This is gonna be so much fun! You guys should come with. Its going to have all sorts of new bands playing and we haven't had a girls night out in ages." She told her three oldest friends.

The three girls all looked a their most social of friends before Minuette smiled hastily, her braces on full display.

 "Look Moon, I know that we haven't been out in a while but we all have to study for that next test coming up." She said turning away from her history book. The pale and tired looking Twinkle Shine looked away from her book on planets and stars to nod in agreement.

"We have to make sure we pass these tests. We can't all be so lucky to have parents as rich as yours." As she chugged her 4th cup of coffee. The thick spectacled Lemon Hearts then stopped her typing to put in her input about the matter.

"Besides other than killing our valuable brain cells by drinking our troubles away, we never meet any guys that want to date us." She added before returning to her writing final. Moondancer however huffed in a mock pout.

"Oh? Like the time you lost your glasses and spent half the time talking to those three hunks, thinking they were us?" She and the other two girls giggled at Lemon's face turning red from embarrassment.

"Be that as it may, my point still stands about our need to study. Maybe we can check it out next week." Lemon told her red head of a friend despite her embarrassment. Moondancer frowned slightly at their reluctance to join in on her plans for the evening, but felt no harm with going on her own.

"Alright, but I'm going to check it out for myself and see if its any good. That way I can tell if you would like it." She told them with a smile. They all looked tired but smiled back at their most social friend, and Minuette even joked a bit.

"Are you sure that you are going to see if we like it? And not keep all the cute guys for yourself?" She teased. Moondancer only gave a mock gasp of shock, before she too joined in the laughter.

"Who knows? But if I run into a hottie, I'll tell you all about it." She promised her shy and studious friends.

It was later in the evening at the new club: The Bar with No Name. Where after 15 minutes in line and a 40 dollar tip to the bulky bouncer out front, Moondancer was let into the newest club on the block, in her bright red backless dress.

 "Thanks handsome!" She excitedly shouted over the loud bass of the rock music playing from the speakers. She took in all the new sights and sounds of the new club, drinking in her surroundings she saw something that got her grinning: The dance floor.
She loved to dance, ever since she joined her school's cheerlead team and won several dance awards, that is what she did as an activity. Ballet, Salsa, Hip-hop, Tango, Zamba; it didn't matter, as long as her feet were moving and she danced to the rhythm that got her moving, she was happy. She strolled out like a star on the stage and danced on perfect sync with the rocking beats. After the song ended and she caught the stunned stares of over half the patrons at the bar, she stepped over to the bar for a drink or two.

Sliding her ID on the counter asking for a drink.
"One Woo-woo or a Margarita, please." The bar-keep after a quick glance of her license, nodded and began to mix her Woo-woo. She looked over at the other club-goers from her barstool, glad to see that she was getting quite a few pleasant glances after her display of skill out on the dance floor, were she saw a few other singles partying and drinking over in cozy looking corner.

"One Woo-woo. Enjoy your drink Miss." The bar-keep grunted as he slid the glass of bright red cranberry juice and alcohol to her waiting hand. She was just about to join that small group when as she turned ran into someone as she rotated around.

"Hey watch where... You..." Was all she was able to say, as when she turned around, the top of her head was barely reaching his neck. It also didn't help that he was possibly the most muscular man she had ever seen; and she had just spilled a drink on a suit that looked like it cost more than a new car. She was frozen like a deer in the headlight's at the mass of muscles in front of her.

He said nothing as his large hand slowly reached out to towards her. She clenched her eyes shut in fear waiting for the inequitable retribution, only to be stunned by his surprisingly calm response.

"Whoops. Sorry about that." His deep voice replied as he reached past her to grab a napkin (or several) to try and wipe the drink off. She shakily looked up to see his genuinely calm face as he looked down at her.

 "Guess this drink is on me huh?" He said with a slight chuckle. She couldn't help but snort and try to hold back her laugh, but he only smiled at her.

"Hmm. I was right. You do have a cute laugh." He chuckled with her. She mentally let go of any worry about the giant in front of her and felt she should mingle and chat with him a bit.

"So other than girls like me bumping into a hunk like you, what brings you to this kind of place?" She asked as she leaned against the counter smiling up at him.

"Well... Other than paying for a new drink to replace the spilled one? Just seeing if my family's investment is doing well." He answered and did a wave over to the bar-keep, who caught his attention. Moondancer looked surprised at his claim and that he offered to replace her spilled drink.
"Well, what do I call this 'oh so generous' investor? My name is Moondancer, one word, like Madonna." She asked and introduced herself with a wry smile. The bartender had just arrived and began to clean a large beer mug for the man.
"My name is Macintosh Apple, but you can call me: Big Mac."

The bar-keep dropped the mug he was holding, shattering it below the bar with a look of sheer terror across his face. Big Mac looked over at the man with a look of mild annoyance.

"Everything alright?" He asked the man, who upon being questioned only nodded vigorously.
"Good the lovely lady will have the 'Special Appletini' and I will have a Rum and Cola." Big Mac told with an almost cold demeanor as he slid his pitch black card with a green apple over to the bartender.
"Don't mess it up. You have made us a lot of money and my sister happens to enjoy your Apple Schnapps." He added in a more cheerful tone as her turned back to the girl that had caught his attention. She looked a bit nervous at Big Mac's sudden shift in mood towards the drink vendor but was also relived when after he left to mix the drinks, his posture and face relaxed.

"Whew! I don't know how my sisters can do that all the time..." He exhaled his strong front in favor of a smile.
 "Sorry about that. My sister had me come here in her place to check how these guys were doing. Other than being a little jumpy the seem to be doing alright."

Moondancer also was glad he was being more friendly and dropped the whole 'big scary boss' act.
 "So you really do own this place?" She asked interested that a guy like him could be rolling in cash.
 "Well its more of my family's place, but my younger sister likes to come here more often then I do. Plus as far as I can tell this place is pretty good." He replied with no small amount of satisfaction, attempting to sit on one of the barstools, only to hear it creak under the weight of his muscles.
 "Might need some stronger chairs though..." He added, getting another genuine laugh out of Moondancer.
"I think that's a requirement wherever you sit." She giggled as he returned to leaning against the counter.
 "True. That is true. Luckily I have a private spot where I can take a load off. You are welcomed to join me, if you like." He explained and asked with a polite smile.

Moondancer stopped to think about it, she had been to a private booth once or twice at other clubs, that's how she found her love of a night on the town. But she couldn't help but feel that something was off and at the same time, felt that if she went with him, she would have the night of her life.
"Well... Only if you think you can keep up, I can practically drink anyone under the table." He looked genuinely surprised at her answer but after a minute of thought nodded.
 "Alrighty then. Lets get our drinks and I'll make sure we keep the drinks flowing." The bar-tender had returned as he finished his statement.
"Y-your drinks, sir." He stammered out. Big Mac placed a 100 dollar bill on the counter.
 "Thank you. Send a few more to the VIP booth." He said casually as he took both of their drinks in hand and passed her own drink over.
 "Lets head over before we start drinking. Has the best view of the whole place."

He made his way over to a door marked with the symbol of a gold apple and after swiping the keycard he used earlier, both of them made their way to the private lounge. It was a room with red floors and furniture, the walls a dark blue, with only two things that stood out: a large window looking out at the club and a silver stripper pole in the center of the room.
"You weren't kidding, this spot is nice and comfy." Moondancer remarked at the simple yet fancy layout. She sat herself down on one of the comfortable seats.
"It was mostly made for my grandmother to enjoy the club's amenities without having to listen to the music. Not a fan of Rock n' Roll." Big Mac explained. That made Moondancer raise her eyebrow in surprise.
"Your grandma?" She asked as Big Mac shrugged slightly.
"She likes to spend time with some of my aunts and her other grand children, but mostly on her terms."

She nodded in understanding, as her parents had been very overbearing about getting her into college, mainly because both she and the knew that she wasn't very book smart, she had plenty of street smarts, but high paying jobs required higher education.
"I know what that's like..." She muttered in slightly sad tone. Big Mac saw that the cutie that he was enjoying the company of, frown and look a bit depressed. "Something wrong, Moondancer?" He asked at her frowning face. She turned to look up at him quickly discarding her previous negative expression in favor of a more cheerful one.
"No, I'm fine. Lets just enjoy some of these drinks." She took her Appletini and swiftly swallowed the cocktail, trying to quickly change the subject. "That's one down, now why... don't... we... huh...?" She started in a forced smile, that turned into confusion, as her Appletini happened to contain the Apple Family's  'specialty' apples.
 "I'll finish my drink in a minute. For now, tell me about yourself." He asked the now confused but compliant Moondancer.

He simply sat down next to her as she told him everything she could think of about herself: her worries, her fears, and her desire to just try and enjoy her life while she was still young. Big Mac originally wanted her for her body, but now he felt something of a kindred spirit. They both had a lot to live up to in the eye's of their family's and both had a lot to lose if they didn't live up to those expectations. By the time Moondancer was done her face seemed calmer rather than confused, happy to let her worries out.
 "I think I have an idea you might like." He told the beautiful redhead. She blinked at him wondering what he meant.
"You are worried about finding a good job and you still want to have fun and do what love." He began to explain.
 "If you want to be happy with what you do, why don't you come work for me?" He placed a hand around her waist, his large hand hiking up her dress and began to tease her pussy over her panties. She panted as he continued to please her body, sending her dripping at his foreplay.
"Its a simple job but it pays well and I bet you would love to dance for me and my family." He continued with a gentle smile. She blushed at his praise of her skill and smiled back at his kindness.

"I would love to work for you..." She panted out. He reached out to the table, where both of their restock of drinks were delivered prior to their arrival. He grabbing another one of the drinks and gently brought it to her lips as she sipped at the body altering cocktail. If she wasn't already blushing from his fondling, she would have from the heat of the alcohol she drank.
"I bet you would with those long dancers legs of yours." Big Mac commented as she felt her legs begin to stretch and become more shapely. She panted as he continued to grope her pussy but she felt she needed more attention, as he was getting her worked up but he wasn't giving her most favorite form of foreplay, sending her helplessly whimpering.
"What's wrong? I didn't hurt you did I?" She only smiled and panted at him before replying in a husky breath.
"In...purse..." She panted as she answered. Looking around, he saw she had left it on the ground as she took her seat and after picking up and peaking inside her purse, he understood what she was after. What he had found was a large set anal beads and a small bottle of lube among her other assorted items in her bag.

"Well this is interesting... You like anal sex, don't you?" He asked to her blushing face, who could only nod and pant from his teasing. He himself had never participated in the specific sexual activity but he did admit he was curious to see how different it could be compared to what he was used to.
"You might need a few more drinks before we try it." He explained as he set her toys on the table next to their drinks, grabbing another before bringing back his hand. She sipped another drink, feeling the heat through out her entire body, as her body began to lengthen in height. The sensation was similar to the buzz of alcohol, but it seemed to also instill a sense of bliss within the fog of her mind.
"So...good..." She moaned out, her tongue licking at the glass, thirsty for another; Big Mac was happy to oblige, reaching for another and bringing it to her lips.
 "Whoa, slow down now, you don't want to spill another drink on me or I might have to spank you." He teased playfully as she gulped down another drink and as her body followed his words, she felt her ass begin to swell outward into a jiggling mass of a bubble butt.

"Spank...me..." She moaned out as her newly expanded ass tingled against her straining dress. He looked surprised at first at her request but followed her wishes. He lifted her up by her waist, removing her panties with one ripping motion and having her face him as straddled his leg. "Here it comes." He warned her with a playful smile. He raised his hand high into the air and swung it down in a quick yet controlled smack. The effect was amazing to Moondancer; who came at the surprise roughness, coating Mac's leg in her fluids and setting off fireworks in the fog within her mind. Big Mac was surprised at her reaction but continued spanking on her opposing cheek, receiving the same effect each time: a spank and an orgasm. He stopped after the sixth time, leaving her a panting mess.
"Haa... haa... why'd you stop?" She gasped out as he had ceased his 'assault' on her red ass.
"I think you wanted to show me your favorite activity, right?" He asked as he held up her beads and lube, having reached for them while she got some of her wits back. She blushed hard as he uncapped her lube, generously coated the toy and then leaned her against the couch.

"Here...we...go." Big Mac comment as he slowly began to press each orb of the toy into her wanting form. Her orgasms had returned at full force as he slowly pressed each one into her and then to her wonderful surprise he began to spank her ample booty once again. If she was not leaning against the couch, she most likely would have collapsed.
 "So good! Love it! More!" She begged needful from his attention. He obliged by using one hand to tease her ass, while his other hand spanked her jiggling butt and even teasing her soaked pussy, rubbing her insides and pinching her clit. She was going to cum another time when he suddenly stopped.
"W-why'd you stop?" She stammered out, worried she had offended or disgusted her partner with her fetish. He only grinned slyly as he stood up from his position, revealing that an erection he had developed was threatening to tear open his pants.
 "Seeing you cum and moan at all the attention I was giving you has got me quite worked up. Think you can help me with it?" He asked as she took notice of his sheer size.

He was massive, for lack of a better term. Being possibly the biggest she had (or ever would have) seen. She stared in awe as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants and briefs fall to his ankles, where his throbbing cock pulsed with his heart rate. She could only moan in surprise as he slowly teased her pussy by rubbing his cock against her dripping snatch. She then let out a squeal of shock as he slowly and carefully began to pull the beads he had stuffed into her ass, out with mild difficulty, with her body not wanting to release her toys.
"No... don't take them out..." She whimpered as he kept pulling until they were removed completely.
"Why?" She moaned sadly. He only gave her a sympathetic smile before he answered.
"How else am I supposed to fuck you if they are in the way?"

She blinked a moment processing what she was being told before she noticed that he was applying more of her lube to his massive cock. She was both terrified and gushing at the idea of his meat wedged deep in her ass. She was so ready for him though, she only could look back at him panting wildly in anticipation. He prodded the entrance to her as gentle as possible, sending her shuddering in excitement as his tip of his cock began to slide inside her. Deeper and deeper he slid, barely any resistance from her relaxed entrance, as he gripped her hips and thrusted forward. He was taken aback by how tight she was, his entire mass of meat squeezed deep inside her and that she had gushed more of her female fluid down her legs but also to his great surprise, she began to rock her hips over his cock.
"Ah! Slow down! Too tight!" He moaned out as she continued to ride his cock like crazy.

Moondancer however did not hear him, she was too engaged in the feeling of his huge penis, that she wasn't listening. She loved everything about it; how it had poked just behind her womb, how deep it reached inside, and how it almost felt like the tip was tickling her spine from the inside. She wanted to do this forever. Big Mac however was somewhat trapped, any time he tried to pull out, she would thrust her hips back and he would be pushed back in. He knew he would be able to escape easily from his newly awakened anal slut; until he had an idea. Moondancer was floating in her own world of satisfaction, until a familiar mix of pleasure and pain snapped her back to reality. Big Mac left his hand hovering over her ass in waiting to ensure he could snap her out of her eagerness at a moments notice.

"Are you with me again?" He asked after finally getting a chance to stop. She gasped for breath and nodded.
"Good. Because I want you to savor me pounding your ass. So let's take this nice and slow." Big Mac explained, catching his breath in the process. Moondancer nodded and was thrilled that he had begun to plow her ass once more, albeit at a much more steady pace. She was glad to enjoy his slow thrusts, loving every bump of the veins on his massive cock and his heavy testicles gently thudding against the cushion of her ass.
"So... Big..." She moaned out happily. "Gonna cum again!"

He stopped thrusting and held her in place to ensure she didn't go crazy again.
"Why do you keep stopping!? I was gonna cum again!" She asked in a pout. He slyly moved his hands up to her chest and tugged on her nipples, sending another moan out her mouth.
"Because I'm almost going to cum too and I want us both to enjoy it." He explained with a grin as began to pump his hips forward. She moaned in both arousal and frustration, as his thrust would stop just before her orgasm and then he started going at her ass again, driving her crazy.

"Almost there! Just hold out a little more!" He panted slowly beginning to pick up speed. She was digging her nails into the couch as she tried to hold off on her orgasm. She was doing well until she felt a slight tap on her ass and after looking back at him curiously, saw him smile in a way that only promised mischief. He then slowly reeled back his hand and swung it forward at her ass. She lost it after that; repeating the effect of his earlier spanking at a higher intensity.

"Ahh! More! Spank me more!" She squealed out with a smile. He was thrusting faster now, his slow pace dropped in favor of a rougher approach.
"I hope your ready! You are so tight! I'm so close!" He grunted out going harder than before. She looked out at dancefloor, the colorful lights growing more fuzzy and indistinct, as the wonderful fucking she was getting was draining her of what little stamina she had left.
"Here it comes! I'm cumming!" He thrusted forward one last time, swinging back both hands and striking both her ass cheeks at the same time. She had been feeling fireworks from his previous spanks on her ass, this last 'assault' on her bubble butt was more like a bundle or three of dynamite was set off. She gushed hard, spraying his balls and thighs with her fluids, and lost the strength in her legs.

She fell forward, about to collapse, he caught her swiftly by her chest, stopping her from hitting the floor face first.
"Easy now... Oh... That was amazing..." He panted out as his slowly softening manhood slid out of her flooded ass. Moondancer said nothing, only smiling and drooling slightly as he adjusted her body and picked her up bridal style. He then carried her over to a seat on the couch, not minding his partner spilling out his seed.
"You know I think you just opened up a world of possibilities to me." He placed a hand on her chin, turning her face to his, and moved in close for a kiss on her lips. Moondancer moaned into his mouth at his attentive kisses on her lips. He pulled back and with a smile looked over at the table, where one last glass of her 'Special Appletini' rested.
"Would you care for one last drink to commemorate the night and your new job?" He asked her with a passionate smile.

She stared at the glass for what seemed like ages, her eyes glued to the small apple wedge resting against her drink, until she weakly smiled back at him and replied.
"Yes..." He leaned in for a quick kiss and quickly took her last drink in hand, before he brought it to her lips. She sipped it slowly, savoring the tingle of the spirits and the subtle sweetness of the fruit. Her body shifted and glowed one last time: the fabric of her dress seemed to shift and reposition into three equal bits of clothing. They floated over the lower part of her face, covered her breasts, and finally over her damp pussy; before the turned slightly transparent and were held in place by nothing but a thin yet sturdy string. She moaned out with a smile as her body glowed as she began to change again, her average C-Cup breasts had grown into D-Cups, her long dancers legs growing thicker, making her sway her hips with every step, and finally against both side of her legs, just below the corner of her ass, was a tattoo of a tiny four-point star and a crescent moon in dark purple ink.

 She looked over at herself slightly confused at her new clothes and body, but those feelings were soon abandoned as she gazed at the man who drove her wild and gave her a new purpose.
"Thank you sir. I won't let you down..." She promised as she drifted off to sleep, resting close to her new 'employer'. Big Mac looked at her sleeping form for a while, before he pulled out his phone, went into his contacts and scrolled over to a contact labeled 'Granny'. His phone dialed a few times before the unmistakable voice of the head of the Apple's answered.
"Macintosh? There better be a good reason why you are calling me this late, me and your Aunt Applerose are trying to enjoy the company of your Uncle Orange." She stated sternly.

Big Mac responded warmly.
"Was just calling to tell you we have a new potential maid." His grandmother took in the news and asked a few questions.
"Does she have any noticeable skills for the job?" He smiled and responded happily.
"Oh you are gonna love this. She's a dancer. Who loves to be spanked. She's a little rough around the edges but with a little training, she could be a great maid." He finished proudly. The head matriarch took in the information and even though he couldn't see it he could tell she was smiling.
"Excellent. She could provide entertainment and enjoy it when I use her. You have done a good job, Big Mac. Keep up the good work." She said in a pleased tone over the phone.
"Now I have to call you back, your progress has gotten me quite riled up again and it is always good to see if I can cuck your Aunt Orange some more. Toodles!" She hung up cheerfully. Big Mac looked down at the sleeping Moondancer and decided to bask in their afterglow a little longer, before he took his new maid in training to her new home.

Moondancer smiled in her sleep, dreaming of her body swaying and grinding her hips for a single person, her boss, her master, her man; Big Mac. She was no longer worried about her future and she could continue to do what she loved, glad to dance and not to be judged for her kink. She felt happy and complete.