The evening's event had been a beautiful affair. Five million dollars had been raised to aid this week's cause of the month for New York's elite. As the final guests were saying their goodbyes, Carson Maxwell IV caught my eye. Carson was 38 years old, 6'1, 190 pounds with steel blue eyes and jet black hair. Beside him stood his wife of 8 years, Amanda Waterford Maxwell, 34 years old, 5'6, 110 pounds, brunette with brown eyes.
Carson excuse himself from his exiting guests and came my direction. "It was a beautiful party, Mr. Maxwell. Is there anything I can get for you?", I asked.
"Thank you, Stephanie, could you make sure the caterers pack up any extra food and deliver it to the homeless shelter? It has been a long evening. I'm going to run a bath for Amanda, and get her into bed. It shouldn't take long for her to fall asleep after the special cocktail I made her. After she is, I'll come down to your bedroom." Carson's eyes went straight to my 38DDD tits, prominently displayed in my black and white maid's outfit. The outfit he personally picked out and insisted that any of the female help wear.
"Of course, Mr. Maxwell", I replied with a knowing smile, "but tonight, I was thinking I would join you in your bed. I added a few extra pills to Mrs. Maxwell's drink that will allow me plenty of time to please you in your own bed."
Carson smiled as he pictured my tits bouncing as I rode him, all the while his wife soundly slept beside us. "I like the way you think, Stephanie."
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An hour later, the caterers were gone, and all was quiet. I quietly entered the Maxwell's suite, observing Mrs. Maxwell, who was sound asleep in a white silk nightgown that probably cost what I earned in a year. Mr. Maxwell was watching me from beside his wife, hands behind his head, appreciating my change of attire.
At 5'4, 130lbs, my body included all the right curves, including my 38DDD tits. Tonight, those tits were accentuated by a black cupless bustier, which was paired with a matching g-string, thigh high stockings and garters.
I kicked off my 4-inch heels as I crawled onto the foot of the bed. My auburn red hair fell over my shoulders, partially covering my porcelain tits. I began to nibble and lick my way up Mr. Maxwell's legs, my eyes roamed from Mr. Maxwell, over to the sleeping Mrs. Maxwell, and then back again.
As my tongue reaching Mr. Maxwell's naked cock, I softly blew on the tip of it. Instantly, his cock was rock hard, begging to be licked. He ran his hands through my hair, grabbing the back of my head, and guiding my mouth to his waiting member. I ran my tongue up the underside of his hard cock, wetting it, teasing it, running my tongue around the head of him. Then I began to quickly slide my lips back and forth over just the head of his cock. As I did so, my eyes were locked on his. Then, without hesitation, I slid my lips all the way down his 7-inch cock, taking every bit of it, feeling it deep in the back of my throat. A moan escaped Mr. Maxwell, causing him to glance at his sleeping wife.
As I see him look at his wife, I get a naughty look in my eye. I continue to suck on his throbbing cock, and I reach my hand over and place it on Mrs. Maxwell's thigh. I begin to push up her nightgown over her hip, showing her white silk panties underneath. Mr. Maxwell gasps as he sees my hand on his wife.
"Mmmmm, pretty panties, Mr. Maxwell. Does she like it when you rub her pussy like this?" My fingers begin to slide up and down her pussy, over her panties. I think of all the times she's regarded me with haughty contempt while ordering me around.
Slowly, I move away from Mr. Maxwell's cock and inch closer to Mrs. Maxwell's covered pussy. I begin to run my lips up and down her pussy, feeling the silk of her panties against my lips. I pull her panties to the side, revealing her nicely trimmed pussy. I've never been with a woman before, but everything in me wants to take this snotty bitch.