She crossed her arms. “I’m sure she wants to bang something, all right.”
“Pardon?”
“Don’t give me that. Don’t act like you’re not eating this up. Your own personal beauty-parlor pet, gallivanting about with her tits practically falling out of her dress...”
“They don’t fall out. I’ve checked.”
Jacqueline’s face went red.
“...a joke,” I smiled, trying to laugh. “Come on. You remember jokes, right?”
“I am not in a joking mood right now. I won’t have it, Jonathan. She’s...she’s flaunting about in those skimpy little outfits, whoring up the place, no, no.” She shook her head violently. “I won’t have it. You’re not telling her to dress like that, are you?”
“Of course not, dear. She told me—”
“Yes, and I’m sure you’re not exactly protesting her wardrobe, are you? And to think that she’s living here, Jonathan! What if she brings some...some gangbang home or something? She’s certainly asking for it, the way she dresses.”
“Come now,” I said, reproaching. “You know that sort of attitude doesn’t fly with you, it shouldn’t fly with me. She’s not encouraging anything. That’s how she wants to express herself. If it makes her happy, why should I stop her?”
“Because it makes me unhappy.” Jacqueline crossed her arms and looked away. “You have to fire her.”
“Fire her? She’s a wonder. She takes care of this place as if it were her own. Better, in fact. And—”
Jacqueline, literally, put her foot down. “I want her fired, Jonathan.”
“And,” I insisted, “she’s done wonders for you. You’re in my office,” I had started to laugh a bit, “arguing with me and pacing about, trying to get me to fire the very woman whose presence precipitated your recovery! You can’t be serious, Jacqueline.”
“I am serious, and...”
She abruptly sat down on the chair behind her. The strength leaving her was visible. I recognized that sort of collapse. It used to happen often before she was bedridden.
“I’m sorry,” I said. My shame returned. “I’ve overexcited you. I’ll fire her. Okay? No more discussion. Tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow.”
She nodded, smiling slightly. I had to carry her back to bed.
* * * * *
The following morning, as I promised, I prepared to fire Mariana. I assumed there was no point in delaying it—what had to happen, had to happen, and I had to be the man to do it.
Even though I didn’t particularly want to fire Mariana, I still felt no shame in doing so, nor any missteps in confidence. Indeed, I felt more confident than I had in a long time. My wife wanted something, and I would give it to her. What better place is there for a married man than to know that he is doing exactly what would make his wife happy? It was a powerful feeling, pleasing a woman. I felt myself immensely capable to the task.
I knocked on Mariana's door briefly and then opened it, not bothering to wait. It was my house, after all, and she would soon be moving out.
What I saw inside surprised me for several moments. Mariana knelt down in one corner, her computer screen in front of her. She had a thick pair of headphones on; she must not have heard me come in. She was dressed in sexy blue lingerie, a lace corset and bright blue stockings and red heels. Her back was turned to me entirely, apparently not noticing in the least that I was there. And her hand...
Her hand was buried in her mound, rubbing intently.
Every few moments, a moan escaped her mouth. “Master...” she said. “Masterrr...”
The carpet in the room was deep, thick, and plush. I could see on the floor the outlines around her knees and shins; she had been on the floor in that position for a long, long time.
On her computer screen was a picture of me, from the side, jerking off in the bathroom. She clearly had taken it by sneaking open the door when I wasn’t looking. Or, maybe I had just left the door open. I tended to lose a bearing for my surroundings when I jerked off, closing my eyes and focusing solely on the nymphet creature of lust that lived with me and apparently was masturbating to me.
This beauty, this queen, this goddess was on her knees as if she were at some shrine and offering up her orgasms to my image.
My cock grew harder than it ever had before. It felt like a steel rod pushing out from my crotch. It had, like much of me, appeared to be changing over the past little while. I understood the extra growth and girth as natural effects of my new diet and workout regime from all the re-organization. Long story short, my shorts were enormously uncomfortable.
I stepped backward and closed the door. Mariana had never turned her head—the thick mane of her black hair not shifting for an instant from my entrance. Had the screen been flickering? Was there some sort of program running in the background as she paid tribute? Maybe something...reinforcing what she was doing...
No. Such was the stuff of science fiction. It wasn’t possible.
Not possible like, say, a nearly middle-aged man gaining a slimmer, more muscular body and bigger cock from just eating a lot of delicious handmade meals, or a terminally ill wife making a miraculous recovery, or a drop dead gorgeous maid so desperate for cock that she would eagerly lick cum up from off the floor?
What sort of maid had Stanford given to me?
I had little time to consider it. The door opened, and Mariana was there—fully dressed.
Her blue lingerie apparently remained—she put a frilly white apron over the lacy blue corset, her incredible breasts swelling through the tight confines of the cloth. And a tiny, tight black skirt wrapped around her preciously beautiful ass. Tall heels, as always, completed the look for her. She used to tower over me; these days, she barely came up to my chin. It was an empowering feeling, having her permanently look up to me.
“Hello!” she said. “Sir! I was just thinking of you. It’s so wonderful to see you so early. Would you like to watch me make you your breakfast?”
“No, Mariana. I—”
“No, of course not.” She nodded sharply, as if reprimanding herself. “You have so many more important things to do. I’m so sorry for the presupposition. How might I repay you for my mistake?”
Her hand drifted up to my arm, sliding into it softly. God, but I wanted her!
“Mariana,” I said, somewhat more sternly. “You must come with me to the study. Now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Clearly, from her tone, she had something on her mind that I did not.
She followed me across the hall into the study. I sat down behind my desk. She remained standing, hands clutched at her waist, smiling that dazzling, knowing smile of hers.
“Mariana,” I said, “I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
“Oh no, Sir. Are you dissatisfied with my service?”
“No, Mariana. Not at all. You’ve been wonderful.”
“Oh, that’s so good. I love being yours.” She licked her lips. “Your faithful servant, I mean.”
“Yes, well,” I coughed, adjusting myself. My cock was still straining hard against my tight shorts. “I do have to cancel your employment, however.”
“It’s so good being your servant,” she said, strutting slowly forward with a slow model's walk. I watched her shiny, blue-stockinged legs get closer and closer. “And I would do anything at all for you.”
I was puzzled. Hadn’t she heard me?
“I am aware that you would. But the issue remains. You must leave. You are no longer needed here.”
“Oh, I know, Sir. A big, strong man like you would never need me.”
She was very close now indeed. Leaning over on the table, her beautiful face resting on one fist, looking up at me. I could see the uncovered curve of her ass high in the air behind her.
“M-Mariana,” I said, my voice losing its stern grip. “Your employment is over here. You must go.”
“You’re such a big, strong man,” she cooed, pushing forward on my desk. “You could do anything at all to me. You h
old me, lock me up. You could push me around. You could even fire me...”
“I do fire you. You are fired. I am firing you.”
I was steadily backing up in my chair, a bit uncertain as to why she so repeatedly refused to hear me. She was normally so obedient!
She knelt down before me, looking up at me with needy green eyes. My chair hit the wall—nowhere else to back up. Her hands slid over my thick, prominent bulge, and I shuddered deeply.
“Anything at all,” she said again. “You could take me by my hair and just...just force my hot, wet mouth on that big cock of yours. Couldn’t you?”
“I...I mean yes, I could, but that doesn’t mean—”
She let out a delighted giggle. “Oh, do you mean it? You’ll take your cock out and force me on it?”
Her hands came up clapping cheerfully. Soon her fingers were slipping around my zipper.
“Now, see here...” My voice faded out as my cock sprang loose. It was clearly hard. Needing her.
It was the look in her eyes that made my voice falter. The reverence there. The worship. She looked at my cock like it was the first Christmas gift anyone had given her in her entire life, after being inundated with myths and stories of Christmas for millenia. Her lovely, wet mouth parted open, sexy pink tongue sliding over the edges of her plush lips.
“Oh, Mister Oakland, won’t you please fuck my mouth with your cock?”
“M-Mariana...I...you don’t understand. I’m married...”
“I understand very well, Sir. You need me to stroke you off a little bit before you’re completely ready, don’t you?”
Her hand had started to stroke my shaft. Her thumb ran over the head, smearing it with the precum that had already started to spurt forward. Some got on her outfit. Every drip landing on her knees encouraged a soft, happy moan.
She was very good at stroking cock.
“Mariana, I need you to...”
I knew that if I told her to stop, she would stop. I knew if I told her to leave, she would leave. But she was so beautiful. And her mouth was right there.
“It’s Jacqueline, do you understand? I can’t...I can’t do this to her...”
“If she loves you truly, as I do, she would want this for you.” The reverence in her eyes sparked again, green eyes blazing up at me. Her accented words made everything she said sound so right. “Your cock deserves to be sucked. You deserve me sucking it. You deserve to fuck my face.”
Her lips were so tantalizingly close to the head of my now-fully-hard cock. I took up a fistful of her thick, incredibly soft black hair. It was like holding midnight. I didn’t know if I wanted to push her away or pull her in.
A deep satisfied purr emanating from her throat sealed the deal for me. She was so sexy. She wanted it so, so bad.
I pushed into her mouth with a guttural roar. She squealed happily, her tongue sliding up against my shaft every step of the way.
She wanted it. Oh god, how she wanted it! I plowed into her mouth, abandoning all restraint, my thick shaft pumping fast between the perfect, warm space of her lips. Her throat closed on my thick head as she swallowed and gulped, creating ever more suction for my meat.
“Oh fuck, Mariana,” I groaned. “I can't stop myself. I'm gonna cum. I'm going to cum right down your throat!”
She whimpered with need, urging me on. I fucked her mouth as hard as I could, feeling the pressure rise in my balls. And then, hot sweet release spread out from my balls and flushed through my entire system. I came, shooting hot thick strands of potent cum down her tummy.
Slowly, I let her slide off. She licked me all the way, cleaning obediently. A good maid. She continued to lick my cock, holding it gracefully with one hand, as she looked up at me inquisitively.
“Now, you don’t really want to fire me, do you, Sir?”
“No, Mariana. I don’t.”
“Then I can stay?”
“You must stay,” I said, gripping her hair tightly. “I command it.”
She moaned happily, sliding back onto my cock, which was already half-hard.
I had to command it. I was beginning to think I was in love with this woman, after all.
* * * * *
Two days later, I still had not fired Mariana, and Jacqueline had noticed.
I noticed that she had noticed because she stormed into my study, complaining about how she had noticed Mariana still working in my house.
I had to focus quite a bit to notice my wife at all at the time, you see. She was dressed in thick sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt that didn’t even fit her properly when she was fifty pounds heavier. She was breathing hard just from the effort of arriving in my study. She was weak, and angry, and pitiful, and mean-spirited, and no fun at all.
Beneath me, fit as a fiddle, Mariana obediently sucked my cock. She had been doing so for an entire ten minutes before Jacqueline had entered. I knew it was that long, because I was timing myself; I wanted to see how long I could keep Mariana's expect administrations from making me cum.
Mariana was everything my wife was not. Happy. Eager. Obedient.
Well. Of course I wanted her. Of course I looked at my wife coldly, when she was more of a burden than a partner.
“I d-don’t like this Mariana, do you understand?” Jacqueline’s voice had the cautious air of desperation. “She’s doing something. Something to us. Something to me. And to you. You’re so big now, and so...so stern all the time, and—”
“And you’re up and about and looking well for one of the first times in more than six months,” I said. “If she’s doing something to you, then I ought to say it’s a good thing.”
“You know damn well what I mean! I never looked this...this healthy before, and—”
“You’re saying it’s a bad thing to look healthy? Oh yes, I’ll call her up right now and fire her.”
I could hear, beneath the desk, Mariana stifling a giggle. I leaned forward, shutting her up with my cock. This only elicited more deep vibrating purrs.
Jacqueline did look healthier, that much I had to admit. Her hair had grown out to extraordinarily long lengths, vibrant and shiny. Her face still had an unnatural pallor to it, but her lips were rosier than ever, and her cheeks had gained a sort of natural flush that was quite attractive. I suspected—though it was hard to tell underneath her baggy clothes—that she had even grown a few inches in her legs, and that her tits had expanded somewhat.
Mariana, slurping and moaning, made too much noise beneath me as Jacqueline continued complaining. I did not want to be found out. I wasn't scared of Jacqueline, but I didn't want to deal with her inevitable crying and sobbing and insults. I just wanted to be sucked off in peace like I deserved.
My beautiful maid had been sucking me off regularly ever since that first time a few days prior. Now she stopped to slurp down on my thick rod after every meal. I no longer jerked off. Mariana insisted on taking all the cum I had to give, and I had quite a lot to give.
I tapped on Mariana’s head to indicate that I wanted her to quiet down. The tapping to her head only seemed to encourage her, though, and she redoubled her efforts.
Very well. I would have this important meeting with my wife while getting sucked off by the woman of my dreams.
“Jonathan, I just...I don’t feel like you like me very much, lately. I feel like...I feel like Mariana is more important to you than I am. Why haven’t you fired her like I asked? I am your wife.”
“You feel I don’t like you very much?” I asked, laughing slightly as Mariana did something very interesting with her tongue.
“Do you?”
I wouldn’t have been so bold as to answer, but Mariana’s magic tongue had relaxed my own quite a bit.
“I suppose not. I look after you all the time. What is there to like, lately? I love you, but what are you giving me to enjoy?”
That stunned her a bit.
“That...that may be true, but, that doesn’t mean you should ignore me.”
“Let me get this straight,”
I said slowly, trying to measure my breath. Mariana was slowing down her pace to an excruciating crawl. “You’re mad because you think I’d rather fuck Mariana than you?”
“I...I wouldn’t be so crude, but yes, that’s—”
“Well, it’s true. I would. Of course I would. She’s young, beautiful, energetic, and happy. You’re sick and mean and no fun at all.”
Several layers of sadness crossed over Jacqueline's face. “You’re being...you’re being cold, Jonathan. I don’t understand it. I don’t like it.”
“Maybe I’m just examining this situation in terms of a give and take. I’ve been taking care of you for nearly a year. And now you’re finally healthy again, and immediately you’re making demands? Your entire existence has been a demand for months.”
I could tell this shocked her. She had never seen me be so brutally honest. Mariana’s mouth encouraged me, sucking me harder. I could hear the gentle shlick-shlick-schlick sound as she fingered her pussy. Me being this domineering with my wife was getting her off. Me brow-beating my wife made her hot, and that got me even more turned on. I leaned forward, squatting up off my chair as I spoke to Jacqueline even more sternly, and fucked Mariana’s mouth from the top down.
“Maybe,” I said, fucking my maid's mouth as hard as I knew how without giving myself away, “I’m just waking up to what I deserve. How long has it been since you’ve been a wife to me, really? A loving, doting example of a human being? And you’re mad because a little eye-candy is trotting around in sexy outfits and cleaning up after us. Well, she’s not going to be fired. And you better watch yourself before you are.”
The effect this had was like one of those inverted lines on a graph. Jacqueline’s reaction became more horrified, and Mariana’s became more intensified. She was getting me off to my wife’s despair...and god help me it was so dirty and evil that I couldn’t help but cum right in Mariana’s mouth.
My load squirted down through her mouth and splashed against her throat, no doubt filling up her belly. She told me she had stopped eating anything, to keep her stomach clear of all other nourishment but my cum. She swallowed me down happily, silently. Mariana knew her place. I disguised my orgasm by looking away—to Jacqueline, it would have been a look of reprimand.
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