She smiles, lowering her legs, those big boobies still heaving.
“Sure, Howie. No problem.”
“Second, I’ve never met anyone like you Lacy. Never.”
“How many maids do you do this with?” she asks without missing a beat.
I get it. I pretty much ambushed her today. But still, she doesn’t know the full story.
“Lacy, look. I’m not who you think I am. I’m not some man slut billionaire. I’ve been through shit. More than you can imagine. Also, I’ve been in your position before. Well, not literally.” She laughs as her knees splay open playfully, showing me that sweet pink. “There’s just something about you Lacy. I had to see that pretty pussy close-up.”
“So, I guess I’ll get back to work then?” she asks. “Now that you’ve had your taste?”
She smiles and peels off her tights and underwear. She slips her little black heels back on and stands up. Oh, she’s bad. I think. She’s teasing me. The blonde turns her head over her shoulder and smiles my way.
“I’ll be unloading your groceries in the kitchen, Mr. Bates. You know where to find me,” she winks before walking out without her underwear on. Holy shit. I’m rock hard. That little slut. She’s a perfect mix of the coy and innocent at once. Because the blonde knew exactly how to play me, spinning me around and reeling me in on her hook.
But suddenly, life takes on color. It’s like stepping from black and white Kansas into the technicolor land of Oz. And Lacy’s the one who did this. She’s made me come alive after such a long time as a dead man walking.
So I get up and pull on some sweatpants, hastily getting decent. I lick my lips. Lacy’s still all over my mouth, that juice tangy and sticky. The hallway between my bedroom and my kitchen has never felt longer as I walk in silence, my long strides eating up the distance. It’s a long walkway, pure marble, and full of paintings by artists I don’t even know. Strangers stare out at me, old men in stiff white wigs and elderly ladies dressed in formal black. As part of the new me, I imagine them saying, “You’ve got a new lease on life Howie. This girl did that for you.”
I shake my head. Wow, this is pretty crazy. I’m losing my mind after one encounter with the beautiful blonde. But might as well ride it to its finish. So taking a deep breath, I round the corner and enter the kitchen. It’s a chef’s kitchen what with a giant six burner stove, and fancy, gleaming appliances all around. And yet, all I can see is Lacy. Lacy putting the cheeses into the giant stainless steel refrigerator. Lacy’s hourglass body tending to her tasks.
Obsession seizes me then. All I know is that she has nothing on under that tiny maid dress. I could slip right in, short, fast and hot. She wouldn’t even know it.
At that moment, the blonde turns and sees me, shooting me a come-hither smile. I come closer to her in the kitchen and she moves around the marble island so we’re both on the same side. That’s when I kneel at her feet. I arc my face up. I hope my stubble doesn’t bother her as it rubs against her sweet soft thighs. Because I’m going back in. I can’t help myself.
But unfortunately, my tongue dips into Lacy’s pussy just as Albie enters the kitchen. Shit! Sometimes I hate my housekeeper more than life itself. But I can’t fire Albie because she’s been with my family for decades now, and it’d be a sin. So I stay hidden behind the countertop as Albie starts talking to my girl.
“You need to put the cheese in the cheese drawer,” scolds Albie as she opens the refrigerator to inspect Lacy’s work.
The blonde says something incomprehensible because I’ve now leaned forward to take a lick of that slit. This is so fucking depraved. I’m literally licking a woman’s cunt while she talks with someone else. But she’s so juicy and good that I go with it, pulling her pussy lips wide with my fingers as I go in for another sample.
“Yes, I’ll make sure the frozen peas go in the freezer,” says Lacy in a wobbly voice. “And I’d defrost the halibut, abso-lut-ely.” Her voice quivers as I suck ravenously. She’s gonna cum in about a second. I can taste it. She’s absolutely leaking all over my jawline, her juices dripping down my neck. My cock is hard as a rock, creating a tent in my designer pants.
Suddenly, an apple thumps to the floor, and my girl bends down to pick it up. Wow. Nice move. Because as Lacey halfway crouches, she pushes her cunt deeper into my mouth and I’m swallowing everything now. My tongue goes wild, alternating between pumping her inner channel and licking that hard bud. Just as I put my hand over her mouth, Lacy lets out a muffled shriek as she pours her cum into my lips for a second time. That’s my girl. Get my mouth all wet with your juices.
She falls into me and I feel the weight of her hot little body on my rock hard abdomen. She convulses from her orgasm and unfortunately, I can’t wait any longer. Things are so fucking wrong, and yet so right as well. I’m literally drinking a woman’s juices as she moans silently, my housekeeper still prattling about this or that on the other side of the kitchen island.
So silently, I pull my cock out from my pants while shooting a meaningful glance at my girl. I turn that sweet body so she’s on top of me. She’s so relaxed and knows exactly what I want, scooting back right onto the tippy top of my cock. Slowly, my pole nudges against those fleshy, wet folds. Shit. Her fluids coax little beads of cum from out my cock tip. I don’t even care if Albie is in earshot anymore. I don’t care if Edwin comes in and sees me having fun with my princess. The time’s right and no one can ruin this. Lacy knows it too. She looks down at me, and her eyes are wet and blue, her lips quivering with desire. She can see it in my eyes as well. I need her, my Lacy.
Evidently, she needs it too because with a silent cry, the girl slams down on my cock and a splash of juice squishes between us. The power of that first thrust is so intense that my hips buck off the floor, a low, strangled growl escaping my lips. I’ll never forget this moment. The way her pussy formed a perfect hug around my thick cock, milking me desperately. The way her inner channel is so tight and snug, making me cream.
Immediately, I slip my hand over her mouth because I know Lacy’s going over the edge. She’s going scream with pleasure from the size of me. Oh yeah. Here you go baby. You want it dirty on the floor?
Gasping silently, Lacy rocks back and f
orth with my penis fully inserted. I am being humped by a beautiful little slut, but somehow, she’s pure too. A true princess, innocent and sweet as Albie babbles on about crackers versus cookies, and lining up the boxes in the cupboard. I reach up and unbutton her top. Her breasts are held in a little pink push-up bra that makes her ample breasts heave with the motion of our fucking.
Lacy looks down at me and smiles. She knows. I don’t do this with anybody. She’s my first in what feels like decades. Slowly, the girl moves up and down on my rock hard dick. I dig my feet into the floor tiles and push up into her hard while holding her hips in my hands. We make eye contact and suddenly, I’m coming. I can’t contain it anymore, my sperm spewing into her depths as her pussy pulses around me.
A voice interrupts our ecstasy.
“Lacy, what are you doing down there?”
Shit. It’s fucking Albie. The housekeeper is just gonna have to wait one more second. I burst once more and fill Lacy with thick white cum as she rocks in ecstasy, her pussy spasms sucking it all deeper into that curvy body.
“I’m just … looking for something,” she moans. “Give me a sec.” Her voice is breathy and winded moving over the kitchen island.