Literotic asexstories – I was the Maid to a Married Man… Ch. 02 by Playful_Cherry,Playful_Cherry
Did I tell you about the next time I visited? I’d been upgraded to weekly cleans at their place so I had a feeling the husband wanted more from me but I was still nervous about how to play it when I arrived the following week, wasn’t sure if I’d be assuming too much if I turned up in a super slutty outfit…I can’t lie, I wanted to play with his thick, hard cock again, I just wasn’t sure if he wanted me to so I decided to play it safe, outwardly at least I’d go there looking like the help.
I arrived on time and let myself in with my key. There was no sign of my employer, the house seemed to be empty, so I guessed with disappointment that I wasn’t going to get out of actually doing my job this time and got on with cleaning their living room.
As I dusted and wiped the windows my eyes couldn’t help but stray to the kitchen island remembering the feel of my employer’s fingers bruising my face as he fed me his cock, the sensation of it against my lips hard and hot and delicious as I knelt in front of him…no matter how hard I tried to concentrate I couldn’t stop my pussy tingling or my nipples from tightening as I thought about our encounter. My disappointment at missing out this time increased and I sped up, determined to get done and out of the house as fast as possible so I could escape to my car, bury my fingers in my juicy pussy and get myself off…
It was at that moment I found the dirty magazine, casually discarded down the side of the couch, as if it had fallen off the arm. It was obviously well read, falling open at a page of photos of a slutty school girl with pigtails sucking a lollipop and playing with her huge, fake tits. I can’t lie, being a naughty school girl is one of my favourite fantasies and looking at that magazine made me instantly hot…my face flushed and my fingers went involuntarily to my left nipple, puckered and hard beneath my t-shirt.
I’d forgone a bra that day, hoping to please my employer and the vigorous dusting and reaching I’d been doing had made my big tits bounce and jiggle and my sensitive nipples rub against the fabric…they got even harder as I looked at the dirty pictures, squeezing and kneading my breast beneath the thin jersey of my shirt as I did so.
My eyes closed as I played with myself, imagining my employers hands were on me as I squeezed my thighs together to tease my tingling pussy…fantasising about swallowing his cock again, about being his innocent schoolgirl whore, him grabbing my pigtails and using them to fuck my face. I couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of being used like that, longing to be teased and fucked like the slut I am…until I locked up and realised I was being watched. My employer standing in the doorway, watching me as I tweaked my nipples and fondled my tits…
“That doesn’t look like something you’re supposed to do while you’re working”…his voice was hard and I froze…I had a horrible feeling I’d read the situation between us completely wrong, that our last encounter was an aberration, not the start of something dirty and illicit like I’d hoped.
He walked over and sat back in one of the chairs, legs crossed elegantly, watching me as I closed the magazine and rushed to set it tidily on the side table, grabbing the duster as if I was about to carry on with my work.
“Come here” he ordered and my hands stuttered as my brain went blank, suddenly sure I was about to get fired…”Come here!” The order came again, more deliberate this time, and I jumped to obey, skittering over to stand next to his chair. I felt like I was about to be scolded for being unprofessional and ordered out of the house, and I really needed to keep my job!
He looked at me for a long moment then reached up and flicked one of my nipples with his long finger. “If you want to play with those” he said, flicking at my nipple again, making me knees weak, “you’ll need to get my permission”…I nodded blindly, totally absorbed by the feel of his finger flicking at my nipple, desperate to please him so he didn’t stop the tiny, delicate flash of pleasure in my clit caused by every flick, up and down, making me twitch and lose my breath at the sensation.
My eyes closed involuntarily then sprang open, meeting his as his two fingers pinched hard through my shirt, before kneading my breast as it hung level with his face. “Naughty girl”, he said, “you’re not wearing a bra, are you?” I shook my head, suddenly shameful of my slutty decision, breasts bouncing gently as his fingers probed and pinched, weighing each one with his hand…
Without thinking I leaned forward, pushing slightly into his touch. “Why aren’t you wearing one?” He asked, I couldn’t answer his question, hypnotised by his fingers, unable to voice my desperation, my need to be touched and played with…my secret hope he’d fuck me like a whore again…
“Did you want something like this to happen?” His voice was low, fascinated as he played with my tits, eyes fixed on my face. “Your nipples are so hard…is it because you were playing with yourself when I came in? Were you thinking about me? Or is it because you’re a dirty slut who likes looking at nasty magazines?”
His voice was a river of seduction running through my head…nasty, dirty questions snaking their way into my brain, turning me into even more of a desperate slut, putty in his hands…I needed to be fucked so bad…I was nodding without thinking…agreeing to anything he said just to make the sensations he was pulling out of me continue…
“You were thinking about me?” He asked and I nodded frantically, looking down to see his mouth just a breath away from my left nipple…so close I could feel his breath through my shirt… “Were you thinking of something like this?” His mouth closed around my nipple before I could answer…hot and damp through my shirt as he sucked and licked at the fabric and the hard peak underneath. I moaned as the sensation made my pussy quiver, the damp fabric of my shirt rubbing deliciously as he left an obscene looking dark stain right over my nipple.
He moved to my other breast then, mouth wide and wet against my shirt, sucking through the fabric, creating twin obscene damp patches, the sensation of his mouth strangely blunted by the barrier of fabric, but still delicious. My hands came up involuntarily to grip his head and hold him to me, my knees weak at the sensation of his mouth.
I swayed against him, I could feel my already damp pussy getting juicer as he sucked harder on my nipples, making me moan and quiver. Then I felt one hand snaking round the outside of my thigh and over my butt to probe and tickle gently at my pussy through my leggings…I was lost then…addicted to the feel of his mouth on my tits, to the cool damp fabric clinging to my nipples as he swapped from breast to breast…to the light, teasing fingers playing gently against the fabric of my leggings.
In that moment I’d have done anything he asked of me…and finally he did ask. “Do you want my cock slut?” I was still nodding, my hands gripping his shoulders, breathing deep, moaning as his other hand finally meandered under my shirt, his fingers warm against my skin, ghosting over my stomach and the curve of my breasts, to rest on one hard, damp nipple, stroking and petting it.
“God you’re a horny slut”, he marvelled, staring at me as I writhed under his touch, damp shirt obscenely sticking to my tits where he’d sucked them to desperate, needy hardness, my hips grinding against his other hand, longing for pressure against my sensitive clit.
“Take off your shirt and get on your knees”, I moved without thinking, stripping my t-shirt off with an enthusiasm that made my tits bounce and jiggle then dropped to my knees to bury my desperate face in his crotch, stroking my warm check against his thigh. I felt his fingers in my hair, pushing my face against his dick until I could taste the denim of his jeans and his smell surrounded me.
“Do you want this, slut?” He asked and I nodded, gasping a muffled yes, mouthing at his denim covered dick, hands gripping his thighs, nailing digging into him…I could feel his cock, a hard, hot outline through the denim, his length making me moan in anticipation. He pushed my head back then, his fingers reaching to undo his zipper, cock bulging in his underwear as he dragged my fingers to it and repeated his question. “Do you want my cock, slut?”
I did, desperately, and I gazed up at him wide eyed, pleading to be rewarded with a heavy dick in my mouth, his cum down my throat. He leaned back then, cock poking obscenely out of his jeans, inviting me to take what I wanted even as my fingers fumbled him out of his underwear and he sprang free…his beautiful, thick, veiny cock all mine.
I leaned forward, a good girl, eager and desperate to please, and nuzzled his head…the purple head warm and smooth under my lips as I kissed it gently, smiling upwards at him. His eyes hardened and he grabbed his shaft then, slapping his cock against my cheek, my lips, my eyes…telling me in no uncertain terms who was in control here, I was his to use and abuse as he liked.
I looked up at him for a long moment, a willing supplicant ready to worship, before I gobbled him deep…sucking hard, tongue stroking the vein running up the underside of his cock…luxuriating in hot, heavy fullness in my mouth.
I can’t express the bone-deep feeling of rightness as I savoured the taste of my employer’s cock, feeling him sigh and tense above me. Warm and heavy in my mouth, a slight tang of sweat, his dick filled my mouth, his eyes fixed on mine as I licked and stroked and kissed up and down his smooth shaft…
He leant back with a groan, fingers coming to rest lightly on my head as I went to town on his cock, my fingers reaching around his shaft, twisting as I slurped and sucked his length. I felt the tension leave his body as he relaxed into in, fingers stroking my hair, then tangling, holding me tight as his hips rose and he pushed deep. “Is this what you wanted slut?” He asked, “to take my cock like a whore?” I gasped around his cock, as his words pushed me deeper, then I choked, drool running down my chin, lost in a fantasy where I was his to use as he saw fit, longing to be rewarded with his cum…
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