Filled for the First Time : 45 Books Bundle/Box Sets (Medical, Older Man, Menage, Taboo)

by Sansa Gold

  "What are you going to do Doctor?" I asked, knowing full well what was coming.

  "I'm going to give you the most thorough examination I can." He slapped my cunt with his cock, slowly bringing it down between my pussy. He stopped at the edge of my cunt and looked at me, "Are you ready?"

  I nodded my head, with one full swoop he was inside of me. I opened my mouth wide as I felt his cock rip my pussy apart, there was a hint of pain, but that left as he pounded his shaft inside of me. I clenched the side of the table, as his balls clanked against the bottom of my pussy. I felt something tighten my stomach, a feeling that I have never felt before. Dr. Robinson grabbed the side of my thighs and increased his pace, pounding me harder than before.

  "Faster. Faster." I pleaded with him. I wanted to feel the feeling inside me even more. He increased his pace further and tightened even more.

  "I'm going to cum."He repeated over and over.

  I raised my head and saw that he had no protection on. My mind instantly shot to Andrew, I began to panic. He can't ever know what happened here. It would devastate him if he knew I had given myself up to someone else. I tried to find the words to tell Dr. Robinson, but none came out. Before I knew it I felt a warm sensation shoot inside of my body, as he let out a loud grunt. His body began to shake as he finished inside of me. My own body finished quivering as he rested his body on my stomach.

  "God, you were so tight." He secured his pants back in place. "Alright, Mrs. Knolls I'm going to need to see you again next week for a follow-up appointment. Make sure you set up an appointment before you leave. Otherwise, I'm going to have to let your husband know" He knelt and gave my knee a kiss before he left out of the room.

  I hunched over and thought about how I was going to explain this to Andrew. Nothing came to mind. All I knew for certain was that I was going to be back here next week for my follow-up appointment.

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  Book 17: Nanny for Punishment

  The doors to the bus opened wide, releasing the frigid air from outside. I stood there momentarily before I took a deep breathe and journeyed outside. I shivered as the air ran up my legs and traveled between my nether regions, I pulled out my phone hoping that my destination wasn't too far away.

  I looked down at my pale white legs and couldn't believe that I was wearing this ridiculous outfit. I had tried to protest to the head of the company multiple times about the outfits, but no matter what I did nothing would persuade her. The only thing I heard from her was, "The maid outfit is a signature part of Maid Time's logo.Its what sets us apart from the rest of the competition." The only thing this outfit did was degrade the cleaning crew into kinky sex objects.

  Unfortunately, for now, I was stuck working for Maid Time for the foreseeable future. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't seem to find any kind of work with my Art degree. It was harder getting a career in anything art related than I thought.

  Everyone is asking for real life experience, but no one is willing to take someone new. The one time I should have listened to my parents and gotten a more technical degree. As much as it hurts my pride to work for Maid Time, it wasn't too bad. They actually paid pretty well compared to the other local jobs in Chicago, it was at least something I could put on the resume if needed.

  I looked down at my phone once more, as a shiver traveled up my spine. Good, only two more minutes of walking to my destination. I wasn't exactly given many details about the person I was working for. The agency only sent me a address and a time to arrive at, which of course I was late for. I couldn't help it though there was so many different bus transfers I had to make just to get here, traffic was brutal on some of them.

  I looked around, trying to gauge my surroundings, to get an idea of who I was working for. As I got further away from my bus stop the houses increased in size, which were already as big as an apartment building. It amazed me how some people seemed to have all the luxury in the world, while the rest barely made enough to survive.

  I could feel the anger growing inside my stomach, I already didn't like whoever I would work for. It wasn't fair that he had all these riches, while I could barely afford to my college loans for my useless degree and rent. I just hoped that the boss was old guy who wasn't able to clean his house due to old age, giving me a chance to work at my own leisure.

  I turned around the corner, almost running into the solid black gates that blocked the entrance. I looked down at my phone then up at the numbers sprawled onto the concrete wall that seemed to stretch for blocks, "921 Ringo Dr." I repeated to myself. Yep, this was the place.

  I looked around, hoping to find someway to get past the gates. It was then that I heard the mechanical twist of the camera, I looked up and saw it staring back at me. I unzipped my coat and pointed to the logo printed on the front of my black outfit, assuming that would be enough to get me through.

  "May I help you?" a voice emitted from the camera.

  "Hi, I'm Jennifer Olson. I'm here with Maid Time to work for a Mr. Blitz." I shouted back, not entirely sure where the microphone was.

  "Your late Mrs. Olson. I do not like people who are late, especially on the first day of work." He uttered.

  "I'm truly sorry about this. One of the buses broke down a couple miles away, so I had to walk here." I muttered, which was a complete lie.

  "I also don't like liars, Mrs. Olson." He shot back.

  Shit, this wasn't a good start to my new job. I pondered the next answer I could give him to satisfy him. Just as I was about to open my mouth, the black metal gates began to open.

  "Follow the road up to the house. I'll be at the door waiting for you. And please hurry Mrs. Olson we are already way behind schedule."

  I squeezed between the slow opening gate, feet pushing hard off the ground. I wasn't going to let him continue to critique me. If there was one thing I was good at it was running, I had done it all my life. I pushed off the ground, my stride opening with every step I took. I let the air enter through my nose and out my mouth, my training flowing back to me.

  I felt the sweat begin to trickle down the side of my head, I knew full well that if I ran any more my outfit would be completely wrinkled. I pushed the thought out of my head, this was only a temporary job. I didn't care if it didn't work out or not.

  Holy hell, the driveway to the house must have been at least half a mile long. I turned around the bend and the mansion finally came into view. If my mouth wasn't already open from the exhaustion of running it would have dropped to the ground. In front of me was a considerably large white house, all decked out with Christmas ornaments. I didn't even want to know the poor souls who had to decorate that whole house, it must take days to do it. As my gaze wondered to the front of the door I could see a tall shirtless waiting at the front door.

  I pushed myself even harder, the promise of warmth pushing me forward. As I got closer his features became more clear. He was well over 6 feet and had broad muscular shoulder, enough to show that he worked out frequently. His chestnut hair looked glossy in the morning skin while his nipples stood erect, probably from the cold air this morning.

  I climbed up the steps to the mansion and came to a grinding halt in front of him, throwing my hands down on my knees to catch my breathe. As my gaze went up I saw that he wore tight workout pants that left every little to the imagination, even being five to six feet away from him showed that he was well endowed. The head of his cock glued to the side of his massive thighs, I only let my gaze wonder for a second before looking back up at him. His blue eyes staring back at me, not saying one word. I should probably the one to introduce myself, being as I was the one late and everything.

  "Hi, Jessica from Maid Time at your service." I smiled as best as I could, my lungs still burning from my little sprint.

  He stood there in front of me, cold blue eyes seeming to judge my every feature. I bega
n to shiver, the cold air grabbing onto every sweaty part of my body. But, I didn't say anything. I didn't want to give him another reason to hate me, he was already pissed of by my tardiness.

  "You'll do." He finally said, moving his body closer to the door.

  It gave me just enough room to squeeze by him, there was no way I was going to bump into his massive chest. I pushed past him, bringing my arms as close to my body as humanly possible. Even with all that effort my shoulders brushed against his solid chest, sending tingles down my body.

  Men with a solid physique were always a weakness for me in college, no matter how hard I tried to stay away I always seemed to end up in their beds. I knew that I could easily give him another workout, giving us a better sweat going. I smiled to myself, but pushed the dirty images out of my mind. I looked around his house, feeling my mouth drop in admiration.

  Everything about the inside of his mansion screamed high class. The foyer had black and white tiles on the ground, with a large chandelier that hung between the middle of the stairs. There was stairs on either side of the room, which ultimately connected halfway up.

  By each of the stairs were burgundy red coaches, with little stools to rest one's feet. At the center of the room was a brown short round table, with one of the largest vases I had ever seen. To each side of the room, before the steps began, entrances to other rooms welcomed. Everything within my eyesight probably equaled more than the debt I had to my college.

  He slammed the door behind me, setting me back into attention. I unzipped my jacket and pushed down on the seams of my uniform. I was surprised at how well it kept its shape, the frilly white part still bounced out in front of me while the black and white garment stuck to my chest.

  I turned around and greeted by his cold blue eyes staring into mine. Now inside, I could see that he wasn't as old as I thought he was. He sounded like a cranky old man at the gate, but he couldn't have been any older than late thirties. Nothing about his body gave way to being any older than that. Hell he could have probably past off as a college student.

  He said nothing, the awkward silence climbing up my back. "Where would you like me to begin Mr. Blitz?" I asked.

  "Are you sure you want to start now? I can give you a couple minutes to compose yourself, seeing as you already wasted my morning waiting for you." He sneered at me.

  He might have been good looking, but he was definitely an asshole. He could be as good looking as he wanted too, nothing could probably save his horrible attitude. I gritted my teeth together, a comeback already geared and ready. I could tell him off right now, go home and sleep off the rest of the day. But, I held my tongue. I needed this job more than anything right now and as much as I hated it I was his to be used.

  I pushed my cheeks higher, giving him the best fake smile I could, "That won't be necessary Mr. Blitz. I'm here ready to work."

  He huffed before turning to his left, making his way toward one of the side rooms. "Your only here once a week so I've gone ahead and devised one major cleaning area for you to work each day. Today I need you to start washing every tile floor in the house, ending with the foyer. Is that clear?" He turned his head to the side, enough to show a glint of his blue eyes.

  "Yes, sir." I responded, my hands slowly turning into fists.

  "Only the first floor has tiles and only in certain spots." His fingers pointing from side to side, as he lead me through the house. Before I knew it we were back where we started.

  "Any questions?" He asked, his eyes glaring at me.

  "Just one. Where is the mop and bucket?"

  "You'll be doing this with just a rag and a bucket of water. The mop leaves noticeable marks on the tiles, best way to combat that is with some elbow work." He went over to the side of one of the stairs and pushed on its wall, a door sprung open. Inside was a little maid station filled with all the essentials, even a working faucet. "Everything you could need is in there."

  "Where will I find you once I'm done." I inquired.

  "Don't worry, I'll find you." He answered, as he bounded up the stairs.

  What exactly did that mean? Did he know how long it would take me to finish cleaning his floor. I pushed the thought out of my head, grabbing a rag and bucket. I tried to remember all the locations that he pointed out as I filled the bucket with water. I pushed the rag into the water, moving it between my fingers, closing the door behind me.

  I dropped the rag onto to the floor, making a loud splat on the ground, shooting water in every direction. This was going to be a long day, I threw my jackets onto the rails of the stairs and got onto my knees. I felt the bottom of my outfit riding up, revealing much more than I wanted. I pushed down on it, but to no avail. These uniforms were so slutty, probably meant for widowed rich men to get their hard on. At least I wouldn't have to worry about him seeing too much.

  I pushed the rag hard onto the floor, which already looked completely marvelous. I couldn't see the marks in the tiles that he could, but whatever it just made my job easier. I just wished I had brought my headphones, some music would have helped pass the time.

  Whir Whir

  What the hell was that just know? My head shot around the room, trying to decipher where the noise was coming from. I looked around the stairs and up to the ceiling, nothing that I could see. I chalked it up to my mind playing tricks on me. I picked up the rag and dropped it back into the bucket, pushing up and moving to the other side of the foyer.

  Whir Whir

  There it was again. What the hell was that noise? My head moved around once more, as my body moved back and forth. With each step I took, in whatever direction, the noise came forward. I began to walk toward the sound, until I came to the corner of the room, by the front door. I stood still, eyes searching for the noise, it was then that I saw it.

  In the top corner of the room was a small camera, it couldn't have been any bigger than a phone. A red light blinking every few seconds, letting me know it was recording my every step. I waved at it, and it turned toward my head. It seemed like it was motion activated, followed every action I did. Is this what he meant by he'll know when I was finished? Was he just sitting in his office watching my every step? I shudder rolled up my spine at the thought of it.

  A realization suddenly hit me. I looked down to my frilly skirt that rode up high when I bent over. Did he sell all that? I knew for a fact that my panties were showing when I was bent over, was he able to capture any of them. I looked at the position of the camera and where I just was, there was no way.

  He wouldn't be able to see my backside, only my front. Which I didn't care cause it covered my large bosoms. I breathed a sigh of relief before making my way back to my bucket. I didn't care if he filed me, it was his house after all, I just wish he let me know about it instead of being so sneaky about it.

  I positioned my backside from the camera, before kneeling back down to the floor, throwing the rag hard onto the floor. I pushed harder onto the floor, hoping that I could get away from the camera was soon as possible. At the back of my mind I knew that it wasn't the only one he had in the house, but I didn't want to think about it.

  When I was done with the foyer I made my way through the house, the hardest part had been finished. None of the other spots in the house were anywhere nearly as large as the foyer. I wiped the sweat from my brow, marveling at the hard work I had just put in. I made my way back through the first floor, making sure that I had cleaned tile section. When I was satisfied with myself, I made my way back to the foyer.

  I poured the dirty water into the sink and writhed the rag. I tried my hands against my uniform, before I massaged my knees. That had been a lot worse than I though, the cold tile floor had completely done work on my knees.

  I pressed my hands hard onto my body, trying to work any kinks. I stooped over until I touched the tip of my toes, the tightness of my body slowly passing. I pushed up, instantly bringing up my head, enjoying the head rush it gave me. I giggled to myself, always a nice feeling.

  As I
walked toward the front door, I head the unwelcoming sound of the camera again. This one was by far the loudest of all the others, which had also been hidden a lot better than this one. I looked at it, as it stared back at me, coming to a slow realization.

  I looked at the camera and back at the side of the stairs, where the maid quarters was. I had given him a complete view of my ass, when I bent over just now. A horror rolled over me, I hoped he wasn't a sleaze ball and sold his videos on line to some kinky porn site. That's the last thing I needed.

  I sat on the steps for what seemed an eternity before I heard him bounding down the stairs.

  "I see that your all done." He smiled at me, his mood had completely changed from this morning.

  I couldn't help and smile back, "Yea, I've been done for a while." I mentioned to him.

  "Don't worry, you'll still get paid for everything. So I've been meaning to ask you something Mrs. Olson."

  "What is it?" I asked, already liking his mood change.

  "What is a young beautiful girl like you doing cleaning the floors for someone like me?"

  Should I tell him some bullshit sad story or the truth? I decided to go with the truth, seeing that we were already on bad terms this morning I didn't see how it could possibly get any worse. Plus, his sudden change of character was putting my mind at ease.

  "Well, believe it or not this isn't really my dream job."

  "You don't say." He dropped his mouth open and laughed.

  I giggled back at him, pushing my hair off to the side, "Yea, I'm sure your very surprised."

  "Super surprised." He gripped his stomach as he laughed at his own joke.

  "I just graduated with a degree in Art, but haven't been able to find any work. Before I knew it a lot of time had past and I needed to start paying back loans, also ran out of my money from rent. So here I am, trying to get by with whatever I can." I looked at him, his blue eyes more comforting than earlier this morning.