A week's gone by, the memory of the incident vague in your mind. You can't remember much; not even the house where the encounter occurred. And yet, you keep having these wet dreams of getting fucked hard over and over again. And you find your fingers deep in your pussy every morning.
I have another package arriving. I lick my lips in anticipation of the expected date of arrival, hoping that you'll be the delivery girl again. You ring my doorbell; holding the package, wearing your uniform. The summer heat still menacing the city. You have your zipper down again; revealing today a blue lacy bra with a matching thong. I open my door and lick my lips. Again, as last time, you hand me the scanner. I sign the board and return it to you. "Thank you..." I say, pausing. "Cockslut."
You start to get wet as soon as you hear my words. 'Why would I feel so horny hearing this word?' You think to yourself. 'Am I really a cockslut? A whore?'
The more you think about it, the hornier you get. You get wetter and wetter and you can't understand it. You fight it, but all you want is my big fat cock in your mouth. You start reaching for my pants to get at that big yummy cock. Feigning innocence still, I turn around and start walking back into the house. The door begins to close. You push the door open and follow me into the house. You pull off your uniform as you walk through the hall. I turn to you, "Why are you still here?" Licking my lips as I see your bald glistening cunt.
"I am here because I am your cockslut and I need to service your cock master." Your finger goes to your cunt as you snap your jaws shut and wonder how you can be saying such things.
"Tell me slut, recount your evenings for me. Have you been sleeping well?"
"Oh master, I have missed your cock in my holes. I can't sleep without servicing your cock master." You try to fight, what is happening, but you get hornier and hornier. All you can do is finger your dripping cunt like a dumb blonde bimbo.
"Good," I say. "The package is for you. Why don't you open it"
You take the package into your hands and open it to find a sexy little French Maid outfit. (DESCRIPTION PLEASE)
Leaving the panties in the box, you put the outfit on, admonishing and relishing at the way you look. As you stand straight to model the outfit for me, my cock is already throbbing in my pants. I kick my pants off quickly and my cock stands rigid and hard before you. "Tell me slut," My cock wags up and down. "Is this what you want?"
Your eyes locked onto my cock, you respond, "I want your cock in all my slutty holes"
Striding up towards you, I grab you by the throat and throw you down onto the sofa. "BEG! You stupid whore"
"Oh master, please fuck me with your huge cock. Please fuck the silly maid."
"Shut up and suck my cock you filthy whore," Shoving my cock into your mouth, gagging you.
You gag on my big fat cock as I ram it down your throat, "Please" *shlorp* "gag" *shlorp* "me" *shlorp* "with" *shlorp* "your" *shlorp* "huge" *shlorp* "cock" *shlorp*. You say between thrusts of my cock. You start to rub your clit.
