I Was The Maid To A Married Man Ch 02

I told you before about how I fucked the man I cleaned for like a whore...how I let him eat my dripping pussy while I writhed and moaned on his kitchen island...how he fucked me on the floor, calling me a cheap whore and a slut...how he paid me for the privilege...

Did I tell you about the next time I visited? I'd been upgraded to weekly cleans at their place so I had a feeling the husband wanted more from me but I was still nervous about how to play it when I arrived the following week, wasn't sure if I'd be assuming too much if I turned up in a super slutty outfit...I can't lie, I wanted to play with his thick, hard cock again, I just wasn't sure if he wanted me to so I decided to play it safe, outwardly at least I'd go there looking like the help.

I arrived on time and let myself in with my key. There was no sign of my employer, the house seemed to be empty, so I guessed with disappointment that I wasn't going to get out of actually doing my job this time and got on with cleaning their living room.

As I dusted and wiped the windows my eyes couldn't help but stray to the kitchen island remembering the feel of my employer's fingers bruising my face as he fed me his cock, the sensation of it against my lips hard and hot and delicious as I knelt in front of him...no matter how hard I tried to concentrate I couldn't stop my pussy tingling or my nipples from tightening as I thought about our encounter. My disappointment at missing out this time increased and I sped up, determined to get done and out of the house as fast as possible so I could escape to my car, bury my fingers in my juicy pussy and get myself off...

It was at that moment I found the dirty magazine, casually discarded down the side of the couch, as if it had fallen off the arm. It was obviously well read, falling open at a page of photos of a slutty school girl with pigtails sucking a lollipop and playing with her huge, fake tits. I can't lie, being a naughty school girl is one of my favourite fantasies and looking at that magazine made me instantly hot...my face flushed and my fingers went involuntarily to my left nipple, puckered and hard beneath my t-shirt.

I'd forgone a bra that day, hoping to please my employer and the vigorous dusting and reaching I'd been doing had made my big tits bounce and jiggle and my sensitive nipples rub against the fabric...they got even harder as I looked at the dirty pictures, squeezing and kneading my breast beneath the thin jersey of my shirt as I did so.

My eyes closed as I played with myself, imagining my employers hands were on me as I squeezed my thighs together to tease my tingling pussy...fantasising about swallowing his cock again, about being his innocent schoolgirl whore, him grabbing my pigtails and using them to fuck my face. I couldn't help but sigh at the thought of being used like that, longing to be teased and fucked like the slut I am...until I locked up and realised I was being watched. My employer standing in the doorway, watching me as I tweaked my nipples and fondled my tits...

"That doesn't look like something you're supposed to do while you're working"...his voice was hard and I froze...I had a horrible feeling I'd read the situation between us completely wrong, that our last encounter was an aberration, not the start of something dirty and illicit like I'd hoped.

He walked over and sat back in one of the chairs, legs crossed elegantly, watching me as I closed the magazine and rushed to set it tidily on the side table, grabbing the duster as if I was about to carry on with my work.

"Come here" he ordered and my hands stuttered as my brain went blank, suddenly sure I was about to get fired..."Come here!" The order came again, more deliberate this time, and I jumped to obey, skittering over to stand next to his chair. I felt like I was about to be scolded for being unprofessional and ordered out of the house, and I really needed to keep my job!

He looked at me for a long moment then reached up and flicked one of my nipples with his long finger. "If you want to play with those" he said, flicking at my nipple again, making me knees weak, "you'll need to get my permission"...I nodded blindly, totally absorbed by the feel of his finger flicking at my nipple, desperate to please him so he didn't stop the tiny, delicate flash of pleasure in my clit caused by every flick, up and down, making me twitch and lose my breath at the sensation.

My eyes closed involuntarily then sprang open, meeting his as his two fingers pinched hard through my shirt, before kneading my breast as it hung level with his face. "Naughty girl", he said, "you're not wearing a bra, are you?" I shook my head, suddenly shameful of my slutty decision, breasts bouncing gently as his fingers probed and pinched, weighing each one with his hand...

Without thinking I leaned forward, pushing slightly into his touch. "Why aren't you wearing one?" He asked, I couldn't answer his question, hypnotised by his fingers, unable to voice my desperation, my need to be touched and played with...my secret hope he'd fuck me like a whore again...

"Did you want something like this to happen?" His voice was low, fascinated as he played with my tits, eyes fixed on my face. "Your nipples are so hard...is it because you were playing with yourself when I came in? Were you thinking about me? Or is it because you're a dirty slut who likes looking at nasty magazines?"

His voice was a river of seduction running through my head...nasty, dirty questions snaking their way into my brain, turning me into even more of a desperate slut, putty in his hands...I needed to be fucked so bad...I was nodding without thinking...agreeing to anything he said just to make the sensations he was pulling out of me continue...

"You were thinking about me?" He asked and I nodded frantically, looking down to see his mouth just a breath away from my left nipple...so close I could feel his breath through my shirt... "Were you thinking of something like this?" His mouth closed around my nipple before I could answer...hot and damp through my shirt as he sucked and licked at the fabric and the hard peak underneath. I moaned as the sensation made my pussy quiver, the damp fabric of my shirt rubbing deliciously as he left an obscene looking dark stain right over my nipple.

He moved to my other breast then, mouth wide and wet against my shirt, sucking through the fabric, creating twin obscene damp patches, the sensation of his mouth strangely blunted by the barrier of fabric, but still delicious. My hands came up involuntarily to grip his head and hold him to me, my knees weak at the sensation of his mouth.

I swayed against him, I could feel my already damp pussy getting juicer as he sucked harder on my nipples, making me moan and quiver. Then I felt one hand snaking round the outside of my thigh and over my butt to probe and tickle gently at my pussy through my leggings...I was lost then...addicted to the feel of his mouth on my tits, to the cool damp fabric clinging to my nipples as he swapped from breast to breast...to the light, teasing fingers playing gently against the fabric of my leggings.

In that moment I'd have done anything he asked of me...and finally he did ask. "Do you want my cock slut?" I was still nodding, my hands gripping his shoulders, breathing deep, moaning as his other hand finally meandered under my shirt, his fingers warm against my skin, ghosting over my stomach and the curve of my breasts, to rest on one hard, damp nipple, stroking and petting it.

"God you're a horny slut", he marvelled, staring at me as I writhed under his touch, damp shirt obscenely sticking to my tits where he'd sucked them to desperate, needy hardness, my hips grinding against his other hand, longing for pressure against my sensitive clit.

"Take off your shirt and get on your knees", I moved without thinking, stripping my t-shirt off with an enthusiasm that made my tits bounce and jiggle then dropped to my knees to bury my desperate face in his crotch, stroking my warm check against his thigh. I felt his fingers in my hair, pushing my face against his dick until I could taste the denim of his jeans and his smell surrounded me.

"Do you want this, slut?" He asked and I nodded, gasping a muffled yes, mouthing at his denim covered dick, hands gripping his thighs, nailing digging into him...I could feel his cock, a hard, hot outline through the denim, his length making me moan in anticipation. He pushed my head back then, his fingers reaching to undo his zipper, cock bulging in his underwear as he dragged my fingers to it and repeated his question. "Do you want my cock, slut?"

I did, desperately, and I gazed up at him wide eyed, pleading to be rewarded with a heavy dick in my mouth, his cum down my throat. He leaned back then, cock poking obscenely out of his jeans, inviting me to take what I wanted even as my fingers fumbled him out of his underwear and he sprang free...his beautiful, thick, veiny cock all mine.

I leaned forward, a good girl, eager and desperate to please, and nuzzled his head...the purple head warm and smooth under my lips as I kissed it gently, smiling upwards at him. His eyes hardened and he grabbed his shaft then, slapping his cock against my cheek, my lips, my eyes...telling me in no uncertain terms who was in control here, I was his to use and abuse as he liked.

I looked up at him for a long moment, a willing supplicant ready to worship, before I gobbled him deep...sucking hard, tongue stroking the vein running up the underside of his cock...luxuriating in hot, heavy fullness in my mouth.

I can't express the bone-deep feeling of rightness as I savoured the taste of my employer's cock, feeling him sigh and tense above me. Warm and heavy in my mouth, a slight tang of sweat, his dick filled my mouth, his eyes fixed on mine as I licked and stroked and kissed up and down his smooth shaft...

He leant back with a groan, fingers coming to rest lightly on my head as I went to town on his cock, my fingers reaching around his shaft, twisting as I slurped and sucked his length. I felt the tension leave his body as he relaxed into in, fingers stroking my hair, then tangling, holding me tight as his hips rose and he pushed deep. "Is this what you wanted slut?" He asked, "to take my cock like a whore?" I gasped around his cock, as his words pushed me deeper, then I choked, drool running down my chin, lost in a fantasy where I was his to use as he saw fit, longing to be rewarded with his cum...

He held my head still, even as my instinct to pull back and breathe kicked in, holding me steady until the last moment before releasing me to cough and gag...then, leaving me only a moment to recover, he pushed in again...

"Were you thinking about this when you were touching yourself?" He knew I had been, voice satisfied as he leaned forward, reaching down to play with my nipples where my breasts hung free as I swallowed his cock. The action forced him deeper, my nose pressed against his stomach, choking and gagging again as I ran short of air. He pulled on my nipples, twisting cruelly, making my pussy quiver as I moaned around his cock, trying to breathe. I had to pull back again then, panting hard, a long string of drool dripping onto my heaving tits.

He stood up then, stepping into my space, damp cock slapping against my cheek as he grabbed my chin and forced himself back between my lips, holding my head in place, pumping his hips in and out as I gripped his thighs, tying to keep up with the onslaught. I had no control, he was in charge and I served on my knees, rocking slightly with the force of his thrusts as he violated my mouth. "Take my cock slut," he ordered "you've been dreaming about this haven't you, dreaming about my cock in your slutty mouth, my cum in your throat as I use you like the whore you are"...the stream of filth raining down in me made me even more desperate, choking and slurping on his relentless cock...drool pooling on my jiggling, bouncing tits as I tried to keep up with his punishing pace, his fingers hard and unyielding, pulling at my hair to keep his cock in my mouth...

I lost count of how long it lasted, how long he fucked my face, cock pistoning in and out with little regard to my pleasure, or my ability to breathe. I was lightheaded and breathless when I felt him grip my face, felt his body tightening, preparing to cum...his strokes stuttered and he buried himself balls slapping against my chin, cum rushing into my throat and mouth as I struggled to contain it, desperately needing to breathe. It was impossible and I felt it leak out as he pulled back, cum running down my chin as his final spurt landed on my cheek and I spluttered and panted, coughing more cum into my hand, letting it drip onto my tits. It felt like an explosion of cum had filled me to overflowing as he stepped back and watched with satisfaction the whore he'd destroyed choke on his seed.

As I knelt on the floor, breathless and coughing, covered in cum, I saw him look up, smile in welcome and nod. "Come on in," he invited, "I think this slut is about ready for round two"...

Still recovering my mind was a little slow, and it took me a moment to realise that someone had been watching as my employed fucked my face, had seen me swallow his dick like the cockslut I was, had maybe even watched me moan and writhe as he fondled my tits...

For a moment I was filled with shame at my slutty display...and raised a hand to unsuccessfully cover my breasts, but before I could really react, the stranger strode forward and they'd grabbed an arm each and hauled me back onto the couch, legs up wide, knees towards my chest, my pussy, albeit covered by my light grey leggings, fully on display.

My employed poked a long finger directly at the centre of my pussy and I couldn't restrain my moan, head turning away, eyes closed in shame as I realised I was so wet I'd soaked through the light grey fabric, so turned on by the feel of my employer's cock in my mouth.

He confirmed my fear "This whore's so wet...look," he nodded at the stranger "Swallowing my cock has made her all messy". The stranger nodded, "We should clean that up" he suggested and with breathless efficiency helped my employer strip me of my shoes, leggings and panties till I was naked and exposed, legs pushed wide, smooth, slippery pussy lips clearly on display. Then the man I didn't know stuck his fingers in my pussy and pulled my lips wide, exposing my everything, pink and quivering, to the two men.

That's when my sex fogged brain panicked, hands reaching down to cover my pussy as I tried to close my legs. I was completely unsuccessful though, my employer reaching up to remove my hands, holding them flat against my stomach as the other man shouldered my left knee out the way and pulled my pussy lips even further apart, reaching to flick and rub my clit with his other hand.

"There's a good girl" he said, soothing me like I was a frightened animal, even as his fingers made me writhe and moan, "Such a good girl, so wet and needy"...I felt my employer's hands leave mine then, reaching up to twist and pinch my nipples and rub the drying cum and drool into my skin. I'd stopped my token resistance anyway, the stranger's fingers were delving into my folds, rubbing my juices onto my thighs, pushing on my clit, making me moan and breathe heavily, it just felt so good I didn't care who touched me anymore.

I stared dazedly at the stranger, a little shocked at the turn my day had taken, but strangely subdued by the clever, controlling fingers playing with my body...it didn't really occur to me to object. I just luxuriated in the pleasure running through me as I felt my employer shift, lounging on the sofa next to me, lips reaching down to close on one nipple again, sucking it deep as his hand reached round my shoulders to tweak and twist the other. I keened desperately at the sensation, my head turning to bury itself in his shoulder as my hand reached out blindly to grip his thigh...then his cock, his fingers pinching deep as he played with me...

I felt the other man's lips on my cunt then and looked down blindly to see his head buried between my thighs, tongue licking long, deep strokes up and down my slit before nibbling at my clit, making me squirm and groan. I knew I was getting close to cumming, my body over stimulated by the tongues and fingers playing with me when I felt his teeth bite gently on my clit and his fingers push deep inside me, rubbing and pumping. It was too much, my brain short circuiting as I writhed and spasmed, equally desperate to feel the pleasure and escape the feeling over over-stimulation. I could feel the tide rushing over me as he leaned back, watching me shake and spasm, two fingers deep inside me, wringing my climax from me.

I came with a keening scream, spasming around his fingers, drenching the couch and his hand as I squirted, unable to keep myself from flailing...I was lost in sensation, mind empty of everything but the obscene squelching sound as his fingers pumped inside me and the delicious feeling it gave me. I watched him pull back and shake his hand, droplets flying, smiling in delight "Fuck she's a dirty slut", he said to my employer, "I'm dripping".

My employer laughed "you should try her cunt" he advised and it seemed the best and most logical decision in the world to let a stranger I didn't know fuck my sloppy pussy, bareback, in front of my employer...I was their fuckdoll to enjoy after all, just a cockslut desperate for pleasure...needing to be used.

The stranger took my employer at his word, wiping his hand on his pants before reaching for his zipper and pushing off his shoes and pants. He wasn't as thick or as long as my employer but deliciously hard, his cock a dark purple, hair bristling at its base, balls hanging low. He was younger than my employer I realised, late thirties maybe, a thickset, husky guy with a belly hanging over the waistband of his pants, tattoos covering his arms, big, meaty hands gripping my thighs and pulling me forward till I lay sprawled on the couch, ass hanging off the end of the cushion, legs splayed...at his mercy.

My employer watched lazily as the stranger, one hand stroking along the length of his cock, lined up and ran it up and down my dripping slit a few times...one big hand gripping my hip, keeping me compliant. Then, with a deep groan, he pushed his cock home, slowly entering me, burying himself deep enough I could feel his balls slide against my ass. My entire body seized at the intrusion, a bone-deep moan escaping me as I took his cock, his fat hands gripping my waist, holding me in place. Then he dragged out and pushed back in again, even more slowing this time, glorying in the friction. He pulled out once more and finally started fucking me in earnest, measured strokes, hard and deep, making me breathless.

My employer, clearly wanted to join in the fun as I felt him shift on the couch, standing to strip before getting himself into an awkward kneeling squat so his cock swung against my face till I turned and opened my mouth, mouthing at what I could reach. It wasn't ideal, craning my neck to take him, but I was a mindless slut by then, desperate to suck and fuck any cock I could just to keep the pleasure going.

The stranger fucked my pussy hard, dragging my hips up, off the couch, as he staggered awkwardly to his feet, searching for a deeper sensation. He kept his hard cock buried deep inside me till he was fully holding my ass and hips, pulling my body up and down his cock, drilling into me. He was so strong, lifting me bodily off the couch, I was unable to do anything but take his cock. I felt my employer's dick slip from my mouth as my body shook at the stranger's thrusts, limbs flailing as he drove so deep into me, a shrill, keening wail dropping from my lips.