Part One

You’ve hired me as your maid. You insist I wear the little black dress with a white apron. You never demanded it, but on my first day I wear my uniform without bra or panties. When you’re in the room with me, I contrive things to bend over for, so you can see my pussy lips from behind. When you’re not in the room, I stop often to play with my pussy, making it puffy and dripping. The next time I bend over for you, I know you are looking at pink slit, and you can see juices dripping down the inside of my legs.

When I stand up my back bumps into your chest. You are standing so close behind me. I catch my breath and hear yours is ragged. You grab my ass cheeks, one in each hand and shake me hard. My cheeks jiggle just like you wanted them to. You turn me around and kiss my mouth. Hard and punishing, for teasing you. You fondle my breasts over the fabric, one big globe with each hand. You handle them roughly. Pinching my nipples, which have grown hard and pointed, the size of pencil erasers. You groan.

You pull away from our kiss; our eyes lock for only a moment. You tip me over the back of the couch. My feet come off the floor dangling in midair; my hands on the couch cushions is all that keeps me from falling over. You grab my hips to hold me steady. My little skirt is pushed up off my butt. You push my legs apart and touch my wet cunt. There is no reason to play with me, I’m wet as the puddle you will soon make beneath me.

You have pulled your pants down around your ankles. You aim your long, hard cock up to my pussy lips and drive it home. I wail as you enter me.