Maid

“No one else is here, Belle,” I smiled. “You don’t have to act like you don’t want this. We both know you do.”

Her lips twisted in the cutest little pouty frown and all I could think about was wiping that expression off her face with a good hard pounding, fucking her so hard that all she could do was make faces of ecstasy.

“Now change for me,” I repeated.

Although it didn’t seem possible, her glistening lips twisted even harder, but she did as I asked and started to undress.

I was rock hard now and didn’t even bother to hide my bulge. She knew it was there but refused to look at it. She was stubborn, not throwing herself at me, which only made me want her more.

As her blouse came up and revealed her pale, delicate skin, I almost groaned out load. She was wearing a black lace bra and her tits were so high and firm on her chest that I could picture other guys arguing over whether or not they were fake.

Of course, no other guys would ever see them. Not anymore.

Her pants slid down and exposed her red thong clinging to her protruding hip bones like an ‘80s bikini and I almost lost it. Her thighs were creamy and warm and all I wanted was to bury my face between them and taste the sweetness between her legs.

She kicked her flats off and set her pants aside and I watched her nipples grow hard beneath the lace of her bra. Despite the face she was making, she couldn’t hide her body’s reaction to what was going on.

She likes it too.

“All the way,” I told her.

“Oh, you want to see everything, huh?” she asked.

So sassy. I love it.

“I want you in the outfit I bought you,” I told her. “Which means you have to take those off too.”

“Uh huh,” she replied.

My cock pulsed between my legs as she reached her thin arms behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. As it fell and exposed her breasts to me, I had to force my mouth shut to keep from groaning at the sight.

She was perfect.

Her nipples were hard like little pink gumdrops and I licked my lips as I thought about getting my hands on them.

Her thumbs slid under the sides of her thong but she hesitated. Her eyes were defiant, but she couldn’t hide the excitement in them, and when she finally slid her panties down and exposed herself to me, she couldn’t hide the excitement there either.

Her bare little pussy glistened in the soft light, an undeniable sign of her arousal. I didn’t hide my gaze, but as I stared, an angry realization sparked inside me.

“I thought you said you were single?”

“I am,” she replied.

“So why do you shave your pussy?”

“I don’t shave,” she retorted. “I wax, thank you very much. And it’s just a habit I got into.”

“A habit for an old boyfriend?”

“No. My…”

Her voice trailed off like she was hiding something from me and that just wouldn’t do, so I pressed the matter.

“Your what?”

“My friend convinced me to do it back in senior year of high school,” she sighed. “She was doing it for her boyfriend so I went for moral support. Ever since then it’s just been a habit.”

“Did your boyfriends like it?” I asked.