by Amber Heart
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“…and then I found a love letter waiting for me at my desk the next morning,” Clara was gushing. She was sitting across the table from Cole and myself. I was smiling at her, beginning to feel a little nervous now as the night went on.
It wasn’t until several moments later that I felt Cole’s hand seek mine out. He squeezed my hand and let it remain on my lap. The glass of whiskey was in his hand, and he swirled the ice around in the amber liquid. I looked at his profile, the sharpness of his jaw and his nose, the strength in his face, the stubble on his chin. He was still the most handsome man I had seen. He was still capable of setting my body on fire with just one look.
Clara must have caught me looking dazedly at Cole, because she suddenly stood up from the dining table.
“Thanks for the meal, sis, I’ll help clear the table up,” she said and started picking up plates and dishes.
“I’ll help you,” Cole said and made to stand up, but I jerked him back down.
“No, stay, Clara can manage,” I whispered to him and Cole turned to face me, his brows slightly crossed.
“Everything okay, baby?” he asked and brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. His gray eyes were piercing my soul with that gaze, and the back of my neck grew hot. It was difficult for me to admit that I was willing to take our relationship to the next step. I was nervous of what I was committing to. But I was sure of it now. Cole was the man for me.
Clara was giving us some privacy, trying to stay out of earshot but my apartment was too small for her to be completely out of the way. In the small confines of my place, Cole always appeared too big and monstrous, his height shooting up to the ceiling, his shoulders broad and heavy. He was still looking at me, he had picked up on my nerve-wracking vibes.
“I have something I want to say to you tonight,” I said in a stammering voice, and I bit down on my lip. I had been with him for nearly a year, and I had never loved a man as much as I loved Cole. There was no reason to hold back any longer.
“Before you say anything, my love, I want to confess something,” Cole said and my heart stopped. My mouth fell open and suddenly, my shuddering heart was convinced that he was going to reveal something horrible to me. I was retreating into myself already, as Cole reached out and held my hand in his.
“I want you to know that I have never loved anyone before, not even close to how I feel about you, Nina,” he said, looking me straight in the eye. I was just about managing to hold his gaze. I gulped, afraid of what was going to come next. What had he done? What truth was he going to confess now?
“You have changed my life, just by being there for me, and I just can’t get enough of you,” he continued and I still waited with baited breath, preparing myself to hear the worst.
“I know you want to take things slow and I want to give you time, but I can’t keep lying to myself any more, baby,” he said and a soft whimper escaped my lips. He was breaking up with me! In front of my sister!
“I want you to be my wife. I don’t want to push you. I want to give you time to think about it and I’ll wait forever if it takes that long for you to make a decision,” Cole said, and I watched in terror as he slid off the chair and got down on one knee in front of me.
My mouth was hanging open now, and behind me, I could sense Clara losing her mind. Cole was looking up at me, with a wide smile breaking on his face. He had already started to extract a small blue velvet box from the pocket of his pants. He flipped it open as I stared at him, wordlessly. A sparkling teardrop shaped diamond, lined with smaller pink diamonds on the band. It sparkled violently in the dim light of my kitchen.
“Nina? Please tell me you’ll consider it,” I heard his voice again and I gasped. My hands flew to my mouth and at a loss for words or action, I slid off the chair and got down to my knees with him.
“I was going to say I’m ready Cole. I’m ready to move in with you,” I screeched and threw my arms around his neck. I felt his arms close in on me, hold me to himself. I could feel that I was crying, sticky fat tears were rolling in lumps down my cheeks.
“And this? Will you marry me? Or is it too soon? Hell knows I want to be with you forever, my love, I don’t want to spend a single waking moment without you,” Cole’s face was hardened and dark, he was glaring at me, like he was holding his breath to hear my answer.
“Yes, Cole, yes, I will marry you. In a heartbeat. I’ve been so stupid for making us wait this long. I knew the first night I met you that I wanted to be your wife,” I shrieked and we were kissing. Clara was clapping and jumping with joy behind us.
Cole’s lips were on mine, our bodies were pressed together, and with our mouths still fused, I felt him seek out my hand and slip the ring on to my finger. When we pulled away, we were out of breath.
“I didn’t know what you were going to say, Nina. I was so afraid that you still didn’t trust me, that you wouldn’t want to do this,” he said and I shook my head, the tears streaking my ruddy cheeks.
“I don’t want to do anything else. I want to marry you, Cole. I want to be with you forever,” I said, overwhelmed by the rapture of my truest feelings. My fairytale ending was actually happening. It was all coming true.
Training The New Maid
Billionaire Alpha Male Uniform Maid Erotica
By Amber Heart
Sandy had been watching him for a long time. He was her boss and she was a maid in his house. Her first well-paid job. He paid overly well for perfection and nothing could ever have a fingerprint or be out of place. He was pedantic and pretty scary in full flight. Sandy never had a man that made her so wet, so fast. She polished her prints off the large picture of him in uniform that she gazed at daily.
Dressed in a Marines uniform, he positively bulged everywhere but there was only one bulge she longed to see. Hugh Grayson, billionaire son of some rich old dude who’d been in the marines and came out and made a fortune dealing in arms, or so the story goes. Who cares anyway all she wanted to do was fuck him and have him take her hard.
Bit hard to do as all she had ever seen was this photograph. He’d never been home in the six months she’d worked here, yet every day they had to come and polish everything. What the fuck was up with that? Obsessive compulsive or what? But it was more money than she’d ever seen and her best friend’s mother had hooked her up with it. They were affluent and hated seeing their precious daughter best friends with someone like Sandy. She smiled. It was fun weaselling her way into their home and watching the shock and horror as she wore skimpy clothes, too much makeup, and swore.
A girl had to have some fun. She’d been working on the father. He wanted her so bad, but he hadn’t quite come to the party. So four days a week she put on this lame maid’s outfit, which had way too much length and buttons for her likings and got paid good money to polish and dust invisible dirt away. But who cares. This place was so awesome. Huge, and full of expensive furniture and art. A girl could get herself rich. But Sandy may have been a lot of things but she wasn’t a thief and she might like her pussy fucked well a few times a week but she didn’t take things that weren’t hers. Apart from the odd husband.
She stared at the photo again. Dark buzz-cut, dark eyes, staunch and dangerous. To claim his billions, so the other servants gossiped, he had to spend his time in the top level of the Marines like his daddy did. Sheesh, whatever. Her finger traced down his face in the picture, and she was wet and horny. She didn’t finish her shift for another three hours and she was already bored out of her brain. She needed to come, take the edge off. She could fuck herself while looking at this picture. That would work.
Trouble was, she needed something inside her. She could come without being stuffed full, but she liked it much better when she was fully stretched around someone or something. She looked up the hallway. Nothing but large vases and crap. Nothing the right shape. Why hadn’t she brought her eight-inch? She knew never to leave home without it. In case of emergencies, she smiled, just like now. Her gaze stopped at t
he door up the end of the massive hallway.
His private quarters, forbidden. No one was ever to go in there. It wasn’t allowed. Probably a big shit box of a mess behind that door. She was bored enough to just want to take a peek inside today. Stick the finger up at the man. Break all the rules and look inside that door. What the hell anyway, he was never here and she was the only one on today.
Mrs Simpson had to go get some groceries to stock up, so a little peek wouldn’t hurt. The door was likely locked anyway, but if not she might sit on his bed and imagine him fucking her hard on it. Or maybe…she grabbed the picture of him that she was obsessed with and headed for the door.
Sarah put her hand on the door handle and her heart wanted to come out her throat. Stop being an idiot, you’re here alone and no one will know. Her pussy ached at the thought of what she wanted to do. She wanted to get on his bed and stare at his picture. With any luck he’d have something in his bathroom she could use to fuck herself with. Then she’d tidy it back up, and be out before the groceries came home. Too easy.
When she turned the handle she didn’t really expect it to open. I mean if you didn’t want someone in your room, you locked up right? But the door did open and the thrill of that almost made her cheer. She slid in and shut it behind her. Nope, it was pristine in here as well. She walked forward and the huge bed beckoned with its rich, dark fabrics and big pillows. She clutched at the photo of him and walked over to slowly sit on the edge of the bed. Heaven! So comfortable.
Oh my God. She was really going to do this, Sandy giggled. The things she did for kicks… She looked around the large room and her eyes locked to some kind of trophy or award. It was on a large wooden base and damn if it didn’t look like a big, elongated, oval cock. Bingo. Perfect. Better than perfect. It had length and width and tapered at the top. She ran over and picked it up. Too heavy to use while holding, but she had to fuck this thing somehow.
Her pussy throbbed and clenched because it knew it was about to be stretched beyond anything it had been before. Would it fit? Sandy was about to find out. But not on the bed. She needed a stable surface so she lugged the trophy over near the bed and placed the picture down. She edged up the side of the bed a little so she wasn’t in full view of the door if it opened. Not that it would, she was alone, remember.
This couldn’t wait. She pulled up her long skirt, and as an act of defiance against the staid uniform, she never wore underwear and she got onto her knees. With her thighs wide, Sandy rubbed her clit and damn near came. She gazed at the photo of Hugh, standing there in his Marines uniform looking hot and hard. She imagined him touching her, imagined he was underneath her, his hard cock jutting into the air waiting for her to sit on it.
Raising herself a little, she straddled the trophy, it was impossibly thick about halfway down. The tip of the cold, smooth, shining metal was at her entrance and Sandy gasped. She rubbed her clit a little more but had to stop again as she was just too sensitive. She pushed down onto the top and the trophy breached her, her cunt clenched around the cold metal and Sandy pushed down harder. God, it felt good, she was slowly getting more and more inside her. Every now and again she touched her clit and groaned. Once she’d fitted it inside her and was fully stuffed, she rubbed her clit hard and fast.
She needed to adjust her position a little, needed to be higher. She used the side of the bed for balance as she squatted over the object and held on to the bed with both hands. The trophy sat solid and never moved. Good. But she couldn’t touch her clit like this so it would take her a little longer. Well, fuck it, what was the rush? Not like anyone would come in here and look.
Sandy held her breath as she took the full girth inside her and the stretch and burn stilled her for a second. But it was better than she could’ve hoped but she couldn’t see him. She stopped a second and got her balance and with one hand she picked up the photo frame from the floor and stood it on the bed in front of her face. There. Perfect. Sandy gave a quick stroke to her clit and shuddered, she was so close to coming, but not yet.
The wooden base was heavy enough that when she pushed up with her legs and sank back down again. She kept up and slow rhythm of fucking this cold, metal award and it wasn’t a man, but it wasn’t bad. She couldn’t anywhere near take it all but she was stretched and full and she was so wet she saw her juices drip down the side of it.
She focused on his photo, those dark, dangerous eyes. Those powerful shoulders and thick thighs. She thought about Hugh being underneath her now and she was fucking his hard cock. She spent enough time. Her body tightened and she squeezed her eyes shut as she rubbed her clit in circles and the pressure built and built and God, she was going to come so hard right now.
“Who the fuck are you?”
A deep voice boomed from behind her and Sandy screamed and jumped up, the photo frame fell off the bed and onto the soft carpet and the dark, wild eyes of marine Hugh Grayson in full uniform glared at her. She couldn’t look him in the eye. How fucking embarrassing.
“Speak.”
“I’m Sandy, Sir. One of the maids.”
“Why are you in my room fucking my award trophy?”
“I’m sorry. I was bored and…” Well fuck it, she couldn’t really deny it, so she may as well own it. “I was horny and couldn’t get a cock.”
“You’re a little slut aren’t you?”
“Yeah, so what. You’re an asshole.”
He smiled. “You’ve got a big mouth, bitch. You better get it around my cock.”
Sandy thought the game was definitely picking up. “Sorry, I have polishing to do. Mrs Simpson will be back soon.”
She went to walk past him but he grabbed her by the shoulders. “Sorry, you’re in my room, fucking my award, with my photo, you don’t get a choice. “Get on your knees.”
“You can’t make me.”
“Be fucked I can’t. I take anything I want, didn’t you know that? Hugh Grayson doesn’t have to ask for anything. He threw her on the bed and undid his uniform pants and freed his huge, hard cock from its confines. “See this. This is the real thing and you are gonna get it wherever I want to put it, slut.”
He gripped her arm hard and pulled her forward, and grabbed a big handful of hair and dragged her head back. “Open your mouth.”
Sandy liked this game and she clamped her lips together and shook her head. Hugh yanked back on her hair so hard she cried out and when she did, he filled her mouth with his hard, salty cock. “That’s it, bitch. You want it. You want my fine cock. You want it hard.”
He rammed his cock in so hard she began to gag and she couldn’t breathe. This would be the best orgasm ever. Again and again he fucked her mouth with his fat cock and Sandy writhed and fought him because she knew a tough marine would like that.
“Keep sucking, slut, I ain’t done with you yet.” He gave her a few more hard mouth-fucks and then he let her hair go, and pushed her back down on the bed. He pushed her skirt up high. “What a beautiful ass you have, Sandy. Get on your knees. I’m going to fuck you properly. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“How old are you, Sandy.”
“Nineteen, Sir.”
“Good. What a vision you were when I came home. Now I’ll give you what you wanted.”
Sandy felt his cock poised at her entrance. He stroked the tip up and down a few times.
“Your wet cunt is ready for me, Sandy. I’m not going to wait.”
He didn’t. Sandy cried out as his long, fat cock was shoved inside her cunt hard.
“There. That’s what a slutty little cunt like yours needs.” He pulled out and rammed back inside her again. Sandy gripped the bedcover and bit her bottom lip. God, he was awesome. The tears poured down her face. The pain took her over as he plunged in again and again and soon her body responded.
“Tight, wet cunt. So tight. You love it hard, I can tell. You want me to make it hurt, don’t you little Sandy?”
“Yes, fuck yes, just like that.” Sandy
made her voice whiny and needy. “Oh yeah, just like that. Fuck it, baby, fuck it.”
Hugh grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back hard. Sandy arched her back and Hugh was snug in behind her humping like a madman. His cock penetrated deeper, and Sandy swore she’d split in half, but she pushed back into him and just kept saying his name, and telling him to fuck her harder.
Sandy felt her long-awaited orgasm skirting around the edges. She was close. Hugh let go of her hair and flipped her onto her back pushing her legs wide apart. He ripped her shirt open and her buttons popped over the bed. No bra, so her large breasts were immediately on display.
“Holy fucking fuck, you’re beautiful. I need to fuck those tits but not right now.” He parted her pussy lips wide and sank in three fingers. “Still tight, little slut. You need to be stretched till your cunt hole is gaping wide. And your ass.” He didn’t wait, he just pressed a finger into her asshole and fucked her with it as he punished her cunt with his fingers.
He got both hands stroking in even time as he pummelled both holes with his long, fat fingers. Sandy writhed because she was so close to coming, she just needed him back inside her cunt. “Fuck me with your cock.”
“I will, bitch, I will. Right now.”
Sandy felt the burn of his cock head breaching her ass rim and she cried out again. He showed no mercy, this huge marine still wearing most of his uniform and he stroked straight up into her ass and Sandy gripped the bedclothes again. The pain was exquisite. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s right, you take my cock in your tight ass. Next time I’ll bring home my black friend. We’ll both fuck you.”
“Yes. Oh yes.” Sandy eyes would no longer focus and she knew she had to come or explode. She rubbed her clit hard and the orgasm came so fast it surprised her. It felt fantastic. Hugh kept hammering his cock home in her ass and she rubbed her clit harder. Her back arched and her body shook as the climax went on and on. She felt her juices running down and Grayson swore.
