by Sansa Gold
I arched my back up, no longer begin able to sit still from the immense pleasure that was taking over my young and innocent body. My arms moved out and down the side of my body until it reached the top of his head. There they went through his dark black hair, feeling every wet blade from his growing exhaustion. Once they reached the back of his head, near his neck, I pushed him down onto my cunt. Forcing him to take me even harder than before, letting the feeling take over me. His tongue continued to greedily turn at my clit, as his fingers probed for the problem inside of me.
I, suddenly, dropped down onto the bed, flailing my arms to the side. I inched them toward either edge of the my small bed, hoping to dig them deep within their sides in order to not interrupt him. The knot within my stomach grew, so much that it felt like it was going to catch fire. I closed my eyes, letting colorful lights in the darkness overwhelm me. My breathing grew more rapid as I knew that my climax would soon be reached. My moans had started off slow and low, in order to hide them from my mother, but now grew too immense size.
"Don't stop. Don't stop." Was all I could repeat, as if someone was pressing the repeat button inside my head.
Then, with one full swoop he slowed his pace and my body began to gyrate around the bed. I felt the feeling spread through every part of my body, as a loud and lengthy pleasure shriek left my body.
*Knock Knock*
"Is everything alright in there? I heard some screaming?" My mother asked. I could hear the despair in her voice. She was so worried about my condition, and here I was enjoying the company of Dr. Longing.
I caught my breathe and waited until the feelings had left my petite body, "Yes, Mom everything is fine. I'll let you know if we need anything. Thank you."
I turned my head toward Dr. Longing, who smile had spread wider than I had ever seen it.
"What?" I smiled back at him. I couldn't help it, his smile brought it out of me.
"That was a close one. Luckily, we are almost done with the examination. Only the last part might be the most difficult part."
"Difficult how?" I asked, as he got up and undid the belt around his pants. He unbutton them down and I saw the imprint of his cock onto his tight briefs, there was a sizable wet spot at the tip of it.
"Is this really necessary ,Dr. Longing?" I inquired, knowing the answer full well already.
"I'm afraid so Mrs. Knowles. Like I mentioned before my other equipment is at the office, this will be the only way that I can get in there and make sure everything is alright. And it will be difficult cause you will have ton contain your moans, much better than previously." He knelt as his knees, as his hands gripped my thighs and pulled me forward toward his cock.
Once I was within range of his body, he pulled down on his briefs. There, at attention, stood the same massive cock that I had seen before. I instantly felt my pussy tingle in anticipation of his rock hard cock. I could see a small bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock, he lowered his hand and spread it across the head. I moved my fingers down and spread my out juices inside my tunnel, waiting for him to bury his dick.
He took his cock and pointed it toward my entrance, as he inched forward. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, my eyes glued onto his every approaching member. I didn't think I could take it anymore. So, I grabbed him by the back with my feet and arched him forward, feeling against my damp cunt.
"Cindy, I need to go slowly for this to work well alright?"
"Yes, Dr. Longing." I bit my lip, feeling his cock's solid head against my mound.
Once he pushed inside, my mouth gaped open and shut quickly in order to contain my wails. We had barely began and I could already feel the moans want to leave my body, but I bit on the side of my arm. I knew that if I moaned loudly my mother would be back at my door, and the action would have to stop.
I could feel his cock split me apart, my pussy stretching with every centimeter he moved forward. His head moved slowly and easily alongside my tunnel, push it apart until finally the base of his cock had reached the entrance to my cunt.
"Do you feel the problem now, Cindy?"
I nodded my head as I continued to bit down on my arm. He grabbed my feet and placed them on his shoulder. His hands moved down and grabbed the outside of my thighs, making my ass rise from the bed. He pulled himself out of me, rapidly diving back inside me with a thud, as his balls clacked against my ass. I bit down harder, a small cry eked through my teeth.
"How about now?"
I nodded once more.
"Hmm, interesting. I'm going to have to do some more testing." He arched his back, his cock almost falling out of my cunt, before he dove it back inside. He repeated this process at least twenty more times. I had long closed my eyes and focused on not losing control, as drool slipped down my arm. My pussy was aching from the immense pleasure that his cock gave me, I must have finished at least twice with him inside me.
"Looks like I'm going to need to try a new angle." He pulled himself out and whirled me around. Now my stomach rested on the edge of my bed, my ass hanging off the side. He spread my legs and grabbed my ass with his large hands.
"This should work just fine." He pushed my hips down hard onto the bed, as he entered me. The feeling that I had teased him with before was growing more vibrate.
"Do you feel it, Cindy?"
"Ye-Yes Dr. Longing." I moaned out, no longer being able to bit onto my arm. The pain had grown to immense. The sobs of pleasure left my throat, as his balls clacked against my taint. His hands pushed harder onto the small of my back, pressing me against the bed. One of his feet raised on the edge of the bed, angling himself his cock into me. My fingers grabbed onto the sweat soaked sheets as he drilled me harder, the tempo increasing. I knew that he was getting to his limit.
"I- I'm going to finish."
"Y-Yes Doctor."
I felt his hot cum shoot inside of me, coating the inside of my tight pussy. I moaned in pleasure as he grunted. He gripped my cheeks harder, as a few last squirts left his cock. He knew that I was still at my most fertile point in my cycle, but he didn't care. He had made it very clear that he intended to impregnate me with his child, and I wasn't going to stop him.
"Cindy?" I heard my mother's voice outside the door, the door knob rattling.
"Everything is fine mom. We just finished. We'll be right out." I shouted in one breathe, my eyes locked on the knob. It stopped turning and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"That would have been interesting if she walked in here." He laughed.
"Yea, I don't want to have to explain any of this while she walked in on your bare ass." I teased back.
"Right... That might have been some trouble." He took his cock out of me. I felt his cum drip down the side of my taint, once more he scooped it up with his hand and pushed it back inside me.
"Your not going to get pregnant if it drips out." He chuckled.
He buckled his pants and wiped the sweat off the side of his head, as he stared in the mirror and tried to adjust his appearance. I watched him for a few seconds before I bent down and got myself ready. Once, we looked each other over and were satisfied with our appearance we walked out the door.
Against the wall my mom stood, staring at the both of us, "How was the exam Dr. Longing? Is Cindy going to be alright?" Her voice more frantic than I had ever heard it.
"She did fine Mrs. Knowles. I'm glad I came here today, it assured me that your daughter is in excellent condition."
My mom ran over to me and hugged me, "Oh thank god."
I stared at Dr. Longing and mouthed a silent I love you.
He responded back with the same.
Book 23: Punishing the Maid
I pulled up my red car in front of the massive mansion and killed the engine. I sat in the warm car, staring out the window at the thing they called a mansion. It was large enough probably to fit a family of fifty people, not taking into account the other property that surrounded it.
I could always turn around now, completely reject this job and
offer some lame excuse about it. But, I couldn't I needed the money now more than ever. I was barely putting myself through college and now on top of that I needed to help out the family, my father and mother had recently both lost their job with the recession.
I couldn't give on them now especially when they had helped me so much all my life. I wouldn't be the smart and intelligent college girl without them. I breathed a sigh of anguish, realizing that this was probably going to be a lot harder than I thought. So many things about this job made me question it.
But, being in need of desperate money will make a person going into a line of work they have no interest in at all. For me, this would have to be being a part time maid for billionaire, Richard Crest.
The one time in my life it paid for me to know someone with connections, otherwise I would have never ever landed this job. Although, I have to get on my knees and work for some older crinkly guy it meant making way more than minimum wage. Hell, this job was making me more than my English degree would probably ever get me when I finished college.
My friend, Sabrina, had hooked me up with this sweet gig. I'll never know how to repay her for this. But, it wasn't all about sheer luck that landed me this job, I actually had to interview for it. The amount of people I had to interview with would make a person think I was going to be a nuclear physicist, not a mop-the-floor- nanny.
It went from brutal interviews to very invasive background checks, to at one point having to undergo a full body examination. I didn't quiet understand it all. But, being in need of money so that you can live will make a person reevaluate what their willing to do for work. I was told it was essential in order to protect my employer from harm, although they never went into exact detail. The interview process was not the only thing I had to put up with to get this.
There is a required uniform to be able to do your job, I was told that there would be no objections or changes allowed for it. I swear it was as if they watched a porno with a maid and used that to decide on the uniform. The maid uniform consisted of a white lacy hat, a black and white skirt that fell high above my knee, see through fishnets to cover my legs, and black high heels.
The whole get up was ridiculous to say the least, how I would be able to do anything in this was beyond me. At least, if I didn't keep the job for very long it would be something I could add to the fantasy role play in the bedroom. I just needed to find someone to share it with, which provided harder than it some would think.
The other thing that really threw me off about this job and its legitimacy was the contract. The contract itself was only about ten pages, but there was one very questionable section in there that threw me off. I had to do several read through before I was sure that they were serious, it was titled Punishment.
Under this Punishment part of the contract it stipulated that if I were to cause any damage to the property or perform any unsatisfactory work I was to be punished by my employer, Richard Crest. These punishments were to be a wide range of punishments that he came up such as; slapping, paddling, slaps, etc. At that point I realized that I wasn't even a maid, I was more like a toy for him to play with. When I questioned the contract, the people assured me that it was all there as a joke. No one really ever got punished. And I chose to believe them on that...I mean it can't really be true.
I shook my head and took a final breathe, finally stepping outside of my car. I rubbed the side of my arms, I was completely freezing in this ridiculous uniform. It was then that the sun shined from between the clouds, warming my back and pushing me forward toward the enormous wooden entrance.
My eyes searched around for some sort of bell, when I saw none, I grabbed the metal door knocker and banged it against the door. I heard the sound reverberate through the inside of the house. I reached down and pressed on my short skirt, trying to hide the colored panties beneath. This is what happens when I forget to do laundry, I get to wear neon yellow panties.
The door parted in the middle revealing a tall man in front of me. He was an older man with black hair, a muscular physique, and a smile that burned brighter than the sun behind me.
"Hi there, my name is Richard Crest. You must be the new part time maid we hired." His hand stretched out, bringing into my view every feature that it possessed such as the black hairs on his knuckles along with the muscles that shaped it. My eyes darted between his hand and his face, my brain slowly trying to process what was going on.
"Its okay, I won't bite you. At least not yet." He winked at me, a small chuckle rising from his throat.
I turned my head to conceal the redness of my face. I cleared my throat and stretched out my hand, "Vanessa Williams, nice to meet you Mr. Crest."
"Oh god, please don't call me Mister. I'm not that old yet. Its Richard or Rich, whichever your more comfortable with Vanessa." He tightly gripped my hand as he shook it, his long hard fingers locking around my hand. I pictured those fingers penetrating my pussy, sending me into a pleasurable climax. It was at that moment that I wished that the Punishment part of the contract was real.
He retracted his hand and walked inside the house, "Please follow me." He hollered back at me.
He was already halfway down the hallway before I got enough sense to run after him, I wondered who would close the front doors. Once behind him, I took the time to notice every fine feature of his body. The way his shorts hugged against his thighs as they pushed forward with each step, his calves flexing with each step. His upper back seemed to strain under the stress of his shirt, probably a few sizes too small.
"Umm, can I use the bathroom first?" I asked, not wanting to start the job with a full bladder.
"Yea, no problem at all." He took a quick turn to the right and pointed at a door. "The bathroom is inside there, I'll be here waiting for you."
I nodded and rushed toward the door, my skimpy skirt skipping behind me. I shut the door behind me and rushed to the mirror, looking at the scanty uniform. I pushed down on it trying to hide more of my breasts and regretting not doing my laundry. My mind began to drift back to Rich's firm grasping hands, how I wished that he would grab my body like that.
I felt my body flutter and my breaths grew shallow. The things I would let that man do to me if I could give the choice. His fingers running down my skin, brushing against my nipples. I followed the imaginative trail with my hand until it reached my neon panties, pushing them aside just as he would.
His finger slowly teasing my clit before pushing aside my wet cunt, pushing deep into my pussy. I climbed onto the sink, my back pushing against the mirror. One hand grabbed my perky nipples as the other drove deeper inside, the sound of my pussy vibrating through the room. I bet he would be so gentle with me, after all he was a older and experienced man.
I bet he had a large cock one that could wrap around my tight pussy. He would probably be able to please me in ways the college boys never could. I pushed harder against the mirror as I got closer toward my climax. I felt the pulses run up through my body, the tightness growing even more. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes, letting the feelings overwhelm me.
"Vanessa?" I heard a small rap against the door. I opened up my eyes and jumped off the counter, wiping away the juices from the counter top. I'll come back and clean it. That is my job after all.
"I'll be right out." I hollered back. I looked into the mirror, fixing up my uniform trying to hide that anything had happened behind the closed door. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, before exiting out the door.
"You alright?"
"Yea, sorry about that. You can continue." He turned around and I followed behind.
"I'm sure that they filled you in what you have to do." He turned his head around, waiting for my response.
I shook it to the side. I hadn't read the manual yet, I mean how could it was over 100 hundred pages of boring instructions.
He chuckled, "Good. They always make this job seem to boring with that dam book of theirs. I swear they are way more uptight about stuff than I really am." He le
d me onward until we hit a large room that exited onto the balcony. Through that I could see the ocean sprawled out, seagulls riding the cool morning breeze.
He stopped and turned around, his dark emerald eyes falling on my face, "As you can see this place is pretty large. As a result, most of it doesn't really ever get used. So most of your job will require that you go around and dust around, maybe vacuum. Just make everything look tidy, that's pretty much all. Does that sound good to you?"
I nodded back at him, still not ready to answer him.
"You know you can talk right?"
"Umm-Y- Yea, sorry about that." I giggled. Who the fuck was this girl? Giggling like a embarrassed school girl. This was definitely on like me at all.
"Well there you go. I like hearing that sweet voice of yours." I could feel more blood reach my cheeks, he sure had a way with compliments. "Everything you will need will be in the closet behind you. If you need anything, I'll be in my study which is located down that hallway." He pointed down a hall and began to walk in the direction.
"Thank you." I shyly answered back.
He turned around and smiled at me before disappearing around the corner.
Well, this was definitely not going as I thought. This job was much simpler than I had ever anticipated. On top of that I was working for a sturdy man, instead of the old crinkly fart that I thought I would be.
I grabbed a duster from the closet and started from a corner of the room, dusting everything that I could. I became mesmerized by all the pictures that hung from the wall. I couldn't believe all the things that this man had accomplished with his life so far. Many of the frames held magazine articles reading "Youngest Billionaire Alive" and "Most Handsome Man of the Year". He made the average person look so dull.
Crash
I stood there frozen in fear, hoping that time would reverse. I stared at the ground and saw a broken statue on the ground, pieces scattered in every direction. I had been there less than ten minutes and I had already managed to break something. This definitely was not good.