Slippnnthur - Untitled

Pretty little girls like you get mounted, don't they? Not just fucked, but bred - you wiggle your ass and beg for it. Praying for someone feral to force their way inside, stuff you full of cum. Treat you like the slut you are.

“You’re so helpful!” His wife graciously takes the smoothie from the maid as she heads out the door. They had hired her a few months ago to help around the house, and the couple quickly got used to the convenience of a servant. The maid smiles and waves the woman off to work, before turning back to the kitchen where she starts to take the dishes from the washer.

Bending over to attend to her work, the husband catches an eyeful. Her short tennis skirt hides nothing when she leans over, and her lacy white underwear is in full view of the married man. His eyes drink it in, unable to look away from her young, firm bum. The maid straightens up, putting the dishes into the cabinet and showing off her long slender limbs. She hums a cute tune as she works.

Shaking his head, he takes his coffee to his home office. I’m just looking. It’s not cheating, it’s normal, anybody would look. He rationalizes to himself. Stopping at the doorway, the maid has pranced over to him. “Before you start work, is there anything you want me to do for you today?” Her chipper voice stuns him, and he fumbles through his thoughts. “Anything, sir?” He swears the innuendo is intentional - no, he must just be projecting.

“No, just the usual housekeeping. And you don’t need to call me sir. You can call me by my name.” The maid looks disappointed. “Oh, okay… Just the usual then…” She twirls her hair. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to call you sir…” She looks nervous, as if she’s searching for an excuse. “It’s… more professional?” An awkward pause fills the air. “Fine, I don’t care.” He concedes, and her face lights up with a bright smile. “Thank you, sir!”

He has a productive morning. Filled with energy, he pours it into his creative work. It doesn’t help disperse his thoughts, instead it focuses them. He sighs and pushes away his keyboard, unable to rid himself of the image of the maid’s beautiful body. Exiting his office, he wanders to the kitchen to refill his coffee.

Passing by the living room, the maid is kneeled on all fours, trying to clean under the couch. Shamelessly, he walks behind her to take another peek under her skirt. The man is shocked to see nothing underneath. Her bare, tight pussy shines through her thigh gap, perfectly framed by her gorgeous ass. Frozen, the married man watches her hips wiggle back and forth.

Turning her head around, an evil smile on her face, the maid’s chipper voice calls out to him. “Do you need something from me, sir?” He feels a primal anger well up inside him. He wasn’t just imagining things. This fucking slut had been teasing him for months. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties?” He barks at her. “I’m sorry, sir” she says coyly, rolling over and sliding onto the couch. “My pussy gets really wet from serving you, sir. I can’t help it, see?”

As she spawls out on the couch, she lifts up her legs and skirt. One hand pulls open her freshly shaved pussy to reveal her wet little hole. She slips two fingers in easily, then waves them in a peace sign at the man. Strands of cum hang between her open fingers. Furious, he steps forward and snatches her wrist. “You little cocktease. Flashing your naked body at me like a whore.” He pushes her cum stained hand above her head.

Her other hand reaches for his pants, and skillfully unzips them, taking out his hard cock. She touches it gently, feeling the veins from his raging erection. “I’m sorry I got you so worked up, sir. Let me take care of that for you, sir…” She guides his thick cock into her tight pussy. He grabs her hand and pulls it up above her head, holding her down on the couch. But it is too late, his cock is buried in her young body and it feels amazing.

Without thinking, he pushes himself as deep as he can go. As far in as her small pussy will allow, he feels that an inch of his cock is still outside her. Quickly he pumps his dick into her as hard as he can, desperate to fit his entire manhood inside the slut who had teased him for so long. To no avail, her small pussy can’t fit his entire cock.

The man fucks her like a wild animal, pounding his hips into her body. He pins both hands above her head with his firm right grip, his large fist fully covering her skinny wrists. The left hand pulls up her shirt, groping at her breasts before squeezing around her throat. She gasps and turns pink, squeaking out a faint “Thank you so much, sir…”

His eyes drop to his own hand. The gold ring around his finger a shocking reminder of what he’s doing. Her pussy is too tight, too warm, too wet, too fuckable to stop now. Besides, he’s already started, what does it matter if he finishes? It’s not his fault, it’s this slut’s fault. She started this. This homewrecking whore needs to be punished.

He spits on the maid’s face. Releasing his choke, she gasps for air, yelling in pleasure. “Fuck me, sir! Fuck me harder, please!” He smacks her across the cheek, then spanks each of her tits. He hits her hard, and she screams. “Yes, thank you, sir! Abuse my little body! Thank you! More!” He slaps her face a dozen more times, drool rolling from her cock-drunk mouth. Her pussy tightens with each strike. Completely lost in her body, the married man breeds the maid.

He pulls his cock from the servant. His cum leaks out of her onto the sofa. She slides down off the couch and goes to suck his cock. She licks the evidence off him greedily, slurping on his balls to make sure not a drop of cum remains. He stumbles back toward the kitchen with a mixture of euphoria and fear. Looking back to the maid, he watches her play with her creampied pussy. Her face is buried in the couch, licking his cum off the cushions. Within a few minutes, no stain remains.

The next day she brings him coffee in his office. Setting down the cup she lifts up her skirt and shows him the vibrator in her pussy and silicone plug in her ass. She hands him a remote for the vibrator and crawls under the desk. She sucks his cock while he works, he turns up the vibrations whenever he gets close, a sign for her to facefuck herself and finish him. Throughout the morning, he cums three times. Each one unloaded onto her pretty face. She loses track of her own orgasms. He looks under his desk at her cum-covered face while another one rolls through her body. “It feels so good to serve you, sir. Thank you for using me…”

The following day he fucks her bent over on the kitchen table. She wore crotchless panties today, and a matching bra that exposes her cute tits. As always, she begs for more. “Use me as your cum dump, please, sir! I’m just a little slut, you can fuck me however you want, and I’ll love it!” He spanks her hard, turning her ass bright red. “You’re only good as a fuckdoll. Good pussy, that’s all you are.” The man degrades her. “Cum on my cock, it makes your pussy tighter.” She moans, rubbing her clit. “I’m trying, sir!” He spanks her again. “Cum, you stupid bitch.” Her humiliation pushes her over the edge and she cums. That night the man and his wife eat dinner at that table.

At the end of the week, the maid and the man are fucking in the bed. The same bed he had sex with his wife in that morning. The girl wears restraints: Wrists cuffed together, a collar and leash around her neck. The man pulls on the leash, choking her while he stretches out her pussy. She rides his cock and whines pathetically. “Faster, slut. You can service my cock better than that.” She obeys.

Feeling him fill her pussy up again, she smiles and pulls his cock from her hole. She licks their cum off his half-hard dick. He relaxes as she cleans him. His phone buzzes, and he checks it. A text from his wife. Work is slow, and she wants to chat to pass the time. Ever the dutiful husband, he entertains her, chatting with the woman he loves while the young servant girl gives him a blowjob.

“Sir? I have a question… may I?”

“Go ahead, slut.”

“Do you want to be with me instead of your wife?”

He leans forward and slaps her face for asking.

“No, you’re just a little girl I’m using for sexual relief, remember? You’re a servant, nothing more.”

She blushes. She licks his cock again and smiles.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

#me Snapchat

“☼”

—

(via hotwifeforhubby)

Treat people with kindness, because behind every face is a story that could use a little more love.

Cheryl Richardson