My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“Yes, Mr. Bates,” she nods.

“Well, there’s something I need to show you on the floor. It’s a stain that I can’t seem to remove.”

“Where is it Mr. Bates?”

My dick is getting hard again. She’s so perfect and sexy. And so ready to get down on her hands and knees below my giant muscular dong.

“Lacy, it’s right here.” I tap my toe before me. Without any hesitation, she crouches down and gets on all fours in the shower stall. Oh shit, this female takes direction really well. My cock is rock hard as I watch her ass lift in the air, giant and round. Slowly, I move behind her.

“Do you see it Lacy?” is my low growl. I kneel behind her bottom. Fortunately, the floor in the bathroom is heated and made of warm stone.

“I don’t see anything Mr. Bates,” she murmurs, her nose an inch from the ground. Slowly, Lacy turns her head to gaze at me over her shoulder. Her perfect ponytail bobs up and down as she smiles knowingly. She wants it. I can feel the invitation in the air.

“Well then, it looks like we’re going to have to make a mess for you to clean up.”

She shakes her head, a little confused now.

“How would we do that Mr. Bates?” My cock is rock hard. It pushes the elastic of my boxer briefs. In one smooth stroke, I reach my hand and push her dress up high so that her entire ass is revealed.

Lacy gasps, her eyes going wide. She’s completely still kneeling on the floor of the shower stall, but all I can see is that teeny pink thong under her nylons.

“Don’t you worry about that,” is my low growl. And with that, I rip the seam at her ass with my hands and take handfuls of her tight cheeks in my hands, squeezing the soft flesh. I tear her thong off with my hands, the smell of horny pussy wafting to my nostrils.

“You like it, don’t you, you dirty girl? You wore these panties to tease me, didn’t you?”

“Yes Mr. Bates,” she pants. “Yes, yes.”

But I know something about her is different from the

usual sluts in my life. Lacy may act like she wants it dirty, but I can see the innocence in her eyes. She’s pure. So as much as I want to sink my dick into her tight cunt, I stop myself. It’s not right. She has to be ready for me first so that when we finally reach the edge, she’s begging for me for it. Lacy may be a maid right now, but I see the potential within. My Princess. Cinderella.

Slowly, I lean down and lap her plush pussy lips. Oh fuck. Fragrant juices drip from her tight hole onto my tongue. I push it in deep and slurp hungrily, before bringing my mouth to her clit to suckle. She moans.

“Yeah, you like that baby? Right here on the floor? You dirty little whore.”

And to be honest, Lacy tastes incredible, like warm honey and sweet musk. She is the most delicious woman in the world, and as I lick her from behind, I reach around and take handfuls of her tits. She moans louder. My cock rages, dying to push itself in. I want to put it in my maid so bad that it’s practically unstoppable now. My hunger rises to the fore.

“You taste so good!” is my low rasp, tongue running over her wet slit.

She mewls something, eyes closed as her head drops to the hard marble, and I go for it. Lifting her ass up, I take her full into my mouth and tongue. My face is deep in her crotch and the female’s moaning up a storm now, the cries echoing in the tiled chamber. Juices flow onto my face and drip down my chin. She’s absolutely drenched, and I’ve never seen anybody this wet before.

“Oh, oh! Yes! Fuck!” Lacy lets out a sharp scream and female cum splatters my mouth. That’s my girl. My baby is a squirter and she just secreted into my mouth, her nectar dripping down my chin.

I smile lasciviously, wiping at my chin.

“Good job honey. See that?” I ask, indicating the clear droplets on the shower stall floor. “That’s the mess that I want you to clean up. Right there.”

Lacey stares at the nectar for a moment before bending her head and licking up those juices. Oh fuck, this girl is so dirty, and exactly right for me. Her breasts press against the floor as she licks the dirty mess before raising her head to gaze at me with innocent blue eyes.

“Did I clean it to your satisfaction, Mr. Bates?” comes her mewl. “Is there anything else I can do?”

Why yes, actually. I flip her over so that she’s lying on the warm tiles of the bathroom. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Her tits have escaped the vee of her maid’s uniform, creamy white thighs spread revealing the pink puffy slit between. Drips of cum fall from her pussy as she raises her knees, pulling her legs back to give me a better view of that beautiful cunt.

“More, Mr. Bates?” she asks with a sweet smile, as her pussy lips part, showing me that hole. “Is this what you want?”

Hell yeah, it’s exactly what I want, but I decide to slow things down.

“First thing, sweetheart, call me Howie, alright?”