Sexy Maid: Silk and Dust

Sexy Maid: Silk and Dust

The sexy maid skirt wrapped around me like a second skin as I slipped into the crisp uniform. Every morning I moved through the mansion like a shadow, polishing, dusting, scrubbing. Yet I always felt him watching. Mr. Donovan had a presence that made the rooms smaller and the air heavier. His eyes held command, and whenever they landed on me, my body betrayed me.

One afternoon I was bent low in the study, my skirt rising as I reached for the lower shelves. The sun streamed in, catching the dust in golden swirls. Really feeding into the sexy maid aesthetic. I felt him enter without hearing a word, his presence unmistakable. My chest tightened as heat spread between my thighs. I stayed on my knees longer than necessary, aware of how I must have looked. When I finally straightened, his gaze locked on me, dark and heavy, and it stole the air from my lungs.

Now I knew why he wanted me dressed like a sexy maid.

He moved closer without pause, his hand cupping my cheek before sliding down to wrap around my throat. The pressure was gentle yet firm enough to make my pulse race. Tilting my head back, he claimed the mouth of his sexy maid. The kiss was rough, lips and teeth taking what they wanted. I melted against him, letting the desk press into my backside as he forced me against it. My skirt rode higher as his hand swept up my thigh, fingers finding the thin lace covering me.

I gasped as he pushed the fabric of my sexy maid skirt aside and slid his fingers straight into my wetness. he groaned low in his chest as his thumb teased my swollen clit. I clutched the edge of the desk, hips arching toward him as he worked me open. His fingers were unrelenting, plunging deep before circling up to rub me until my legs trembled. My breath grew ragged, soft cries spilling into his mouth as his pace quickened.

He would find out what it looked like when his sexy maid came any second.

Before I could shatter under his hand, he pulled away. My protest died as he spun me, pressing my stomach to the desk. The wood felt cool beneath my flushed skin as he yanked my sexy maid skirt to my waist. I felt him behind me, hard and thick, pressing against my soaked entrance. Without hesitation, he drove into me with a deep thrust that knocked the air out of me.

My cry echoed against the polished walls, my nails scraping the surface of the desk. He gripped my hips tight, holding me in place as he filled his sexy maid completely. Each stroke was powerful, his body slamming into mine with raw force. The sound of skin against skin mixed with my moans, filling the vast study with a rhythm of surrender. I pushed back against him, desperate for every inch, desperate for the way he stretched me wide and claimed me fully.

I knew I would be his sexy maid as long as he wanted me.

His pace grew faster, harder, driving me toward the edge again. Wanting to explore more. His hand reached forward, fingers finding my clit once more. The added friction tore another scream from me, my body convulsing as I climaxed violently. My release poured out of me, dripping down my sexy maid skirt as he continued to pound into me, relentless.

He bent over me, his breath hot against my ear, his thrusts brutal and sure. My body shook from oversensitivity, yet I craved more. Finally, with one last thrust, he buried himself deep and spilled inside me, his groan vibrating through my body. I felt the heat of him flood me, his grip on my hips so strong it left bruises blooming under his fingers. Sprawled out like Bambi the bimbo.

Where did he cum? Did he use me and order me to wash the sheets? Did he promote me to his mistress? Call me to find out.

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