It was a long day filled with unruly patients and rude nurses taking over care and he was ready to be home for the evening. His drive was steady down a straight highway, just south and a short drive east of town to his newly built home. It was a long time coming and provided much reprieve from his stressful days to be able to unlock a door and slip inside to the smell of fresh wood from the cabinets he'd set and finished by his own hands.
When he pulled into the drive he noted lights on and could see movement beyond sheer curtains he'd hung at the suggestion of a close friend. His mouth curled slightly knowing exactly who was inside and his heart thudded a little louder as he hadn't been expecting her until later in the week. He made his way hastily out of his truck to hurry in, peeking eagerly though the decorated panes of glass on either side of his front door.
A mistake it was to have glanced inside. He saw the curve of her ass underneath a black skirt as she bent over to light a few candles. He felt the room in his pants disappearing as his mind began to wonder. Placing his key in the cylinder, he unlocked the deadbolt and entered quickly, startling his maid. She whipped around with a deep exhale, realizing who had just entered the house.
"Mr. Stone." She purred coyly. "I'm almost done here and will be out of your way soon."
"Too bad.." He replied with a serious look plastered across his face.
She turned and kept working along, moving and shuffling things about to dust underneath and between his living room décor. He walked to the kitchen but remained focused on her as he opened the refrigerator to retrieve a beer. He popped the top of the glass bottle letting the cap hit the floor. The small tinging of the caps' meeting with the concrete rang out and he watched her hurry over to pick it up in front of him.
He made sure to stay close as she bent down again exposing the creases where her thighs met her ample ass and the black stockings covering her lower thighs and legs. He listened intently to the click of her heels as she tossed the cap into the trash when she slowly turned waving her finger at him, as if to suggest he'd dropped the cap on purpose. He had though and he found it thrilling that she knew it. She'd play his little game, returning next to him to retrieve a plate covered in saran wrap and reaching across him, brushing her breasts across his arm to reach for a paper towel and then back across him one last time before warming the food for him.
Her body was so curvy, cinched in by the outfit, the little white apron string drawn tightly around her waist. The food was going to have to wait. His hunger was great indeed, but only for the little tease walking around his house scantily clad and so very proud, knowing exactly what her presence was doing to him. She'd headed down the hall to the master bedroom to finish making his bed with the fresh linens she'd hung to dry outside earlier in the day. After the last fold of turning down the bed for his evening to come, she lifted up to see his silhouette in the doorway. He was standing tall, completely still when she decided to break the silence.
"Your bed is ready Mr. Stone, is there anything else I can do for you this evening sir?"
There were no words spilling from him, only motions as he walked across his room and straight to her. His arm slipped around her waist, facing her away from him, his hard cock pressing against her ass. He took his hand to her knee, feeling the smooth stocking then running it up over the lace to her inner thigh, then her stomach and further to cup a handful of her breast in his palm. A sharp sound of him inhaling against her ear, taking in the smell of her hair made her exhale deeply as his hand came up to gently grip her throat. She moaned as he began to speak to her.
"I'm so glad you decided to come early to clean for me. I'd been missing the sight of you and I sure could use a good showering myself. I'm sure you could help me get cleaned up too, right? You do such an amazing job on the house." He told her. Though it wasn't much of a question, but another item to place on her to-do list.
Clean kitchen
Change linens
Wipe down bathrooms
Wash and iron clothes
Satisfy Boss in every way he desires
"Got it!" She thought quietly to herself, loving the force he was holding her with. He released his hold however, turning her to face him and she lifted herself slightly up on one foot, to kiss him deeply. He hugged around her body with his arms encasing her to lift her up and onto the bed boldly pushing her down to make sure she knew he was going to have his way with her. She was open to his fantasy and would lavish upon him any need he desired to be fulfilled.
He was hyper focused, wanting her completely at his mercy for the pleasure her body craved. His hand slipped slowly up her legs coming to rest at the hem of her outfit, lifting the fabric away revealed no panties and only her trimmed mound and smooth lips that he couldn't wait to get his tongue across. Lips were made to be kissed and so his mouth came to rest gently against the heat of her legs.
Always listening for the changes in her breathing he sensed her holding her breath. She was waiting, silently begging for him to taste her. He remained still, "Breath baby girl." And in that she gently relaxed as she released her breath. In response he brought his lips to her and parted them with his wet tongue before intentionally circling around, but not directly over her hidden clit. She tasted of sweet citrus, an intoxicating mixture of flavor and he groaned at his enjoyment of her body at his leisure. In turn she moaned his name sweetly as the sound of his lust for her filled her ears. Her senses were firing on all cylinders now and she wouldn't remain quiet as his licks grew more intentional, encasing all of her in his mouth. All of her except the bud that was throbbing at the very top of her most intimate space. A space she promised to keep just for him.
"You're amazing.." She cooed.
"Agreed." He grinned with mischief in his smile.
He then lifted up from her thighs to which she had a willful look that read a silent demand for him to stop but he flipped her over anyhow, exposing her backside and pushed one leg up against the bed and toward her chest. His hand came between her thighs, fingers slowly pushing inside of her tightness. It was a full feeling at first which she loved until it turned into direct and deepened pressure in just the right spot. A spot he could find on any woman, he retained a roadmap of the anatomy of females and knew the curves, where to slow down and just where he would lose control to make them bend to his will. It was working as she began to respond with her hips grinding against the bed. His fingers were not leaving her but steadily building the pressure inside making her cry out and then be silent for some time with her face buried in his freshly washed sheets.
