His Maid His Love

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.

She was tightening her grip around his fingers, though he knew it was of no control of her own, he continued to be steady. He could usually sense an impending presentation of orgasm, however this time she began to contract down around his fingers tightly and he held still but hard against her inside wall as her breathing became ragged. This was his utmost desire, seeing her without reserve, unaware of her outrages moans, her deep groaning and need for what was coming over her, it was the highlight of his fantasies, a woman succumbing to his touch. This woman most importantly. Her groans turned into sobs and desperate pleas of "I love you's" and "I need you's." He slipped up beside her to hold her and kiss her neck, his hands coming to smooth her hair in comfort, knowing it must have been an overwhelming orgasm and the dopamine rush she'd just experienced was wrecking her emotions for him.

Fervently she kissed him back, tangling her fingers through the hair on his chest and back across to run a circle around his nipples, releasing her lips from his to begin trailing down his neck then back up to his ear.

"I want to be everything you need; you can use me as you please my love." She whispered seductively.

His hands ran along the curves of her waist, up and down just taking the softness of her skin in, his mind remembering for so long how he missed her body and presence with his own. But as quickly as his mind wandered away, it was quickly returned to the present moment when her hand slipped down to his throbbing cock.

Before leaving his ear she again whispered, "I need this part of you in my mouth." As she squeezed his thickness.

His fingers were still wrapped in her hair and he worked them out gently but briefly paused to squeeze a fistful of her locks as she gazed up into eyes knowing he was simply playing with her and she loved it. She licked the base of his cock, slickening it up then down, feeling his thighs beginning to shake knowing she was going to take him fully in her mouth in a matter of second.

The rush of her wet mouth encasing the head of his dick was glorious, he moaned heavily and she slipped further down, struggling against his girth. Micah held her head down with gentle pressure when he felt her throat gag against him. It was incredibly erotic having a woman who so lovingly attempting to please him, who loved to settle in his lap to give him the blow job of his dreams. She seemed to enjoy it more than he did and it turned him on so much.

The time that passed from the last time Micah had been buried so deep inside of Emily had not gone without torture of memory. Memories of the way it felt as his cock stretched her open as wide as she felt she could go, the ache the absence of his cock made between her legs. It was all flooding back into her mind as she slowly but deliberately slipped onto his cock.

"My frog.." he groaned wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Oh my bull.. Micah, I missed your cock. Please love me, you're the only one who has ever loved me..". She pled with sincere desperation.

Micah knew what she was alluding to. He was the only man who ever made her feel like more than just a piece of meat, more than a servant, a housekeeper, a babysitter. He made her feel like an equal, he could see beyond the beauty that shone on the outside, to her inner self which was more beautiful and sexier than even her physical attributes.

She was a beautiful soul, one that loved him back as fiercely as he wanted to protect her from any harm. Then there was her raw side, the side that begged for him because he'd taken the time to learn her body, knew simply the anatomy of a women and how to work it inch by inch to pleasure his partners in a way that many women would never experience.

He bucked his hips upward watching her head fall back and her back arch, another gorgeous curve of her body he loved to see. Soon Emily was lightly bouncing on his hardness, flashes of being in his lap in his old truck struck her and she became even more aroused and more in need than ever for him.

Her motions we quickening, throwing and holding her hips forward, her orgasm building. The blood beginning to draw down into her lap, the pressure intensifying each time she pulled her hips back and threw them forward.

"Ride me Emily, take what you need. You need this baby." He encouraged her.

She screamed out with inundation of the pleasure his voice gave her. His name began filling the room, her breathing rapidly dispersing the two syllables over and over again. Her wet pussy was squeezing every thick inch of him as she tried to focus to hold on to the fleeting seconds of pulsating satisfaction.

Once he was sure she was spent, he made motion for her to lift off and she obliged. His hands guided her to turn over and back against him. This was sure to feel amazing as he positioned himself behind her, guiding his way in. The soreness she was already feeling was intensified as he began separating her lips with his still engorged member.

She moaned out in more ecstasy, loving how it felt. She hoped she always felt this sore when he was done. It was just like the first time they were together and she lavished every time, never wanted to take for granted the love they shared.

Micah pumped into her wildly needing his release. He was addicted to her and how she felt swelled around him. The tightest he could ever remember having, still tight. It excited him greatly whenever he thought about the first time entering her. The almost undeniable feeling of being home covered his body. And he was finally home again.

His upper thighs were tightening under the stress building, each slip of his cock back inside her, skin to skin against his length sent pulses deep into his belly. A few more thrusts was all he needed and he made them count slapping his hips into her ass, hearing her moan again utterly filled with his fatness. One last push into her sent him gushing, burying his body as deeply as he could into her, raggedly breathing her name.

After draining their love into one another they laid still together in the presence of their future, basking in the hope they felt.

"Still need that shower darlin'?" She whispered.