I stride out of the office and down the hall to my bedroom. The bed’s done up in black satin sheets, and there’s a view of the New York City skyline worth millions. I imagine taking Lacy out of that little maid’s dress and throwing her on the sheets of my king-size mattress. How many lonely nights have I spent in that bed, sorrow coursing through my veins? Escaping the pain of having a perfectly toned body and a couple billion dollars in my bank account, but no sweet princess to share it with?
But now, maybe the story’s different. Lacy’s a part of my household now. She showed up in my home. She eats my food. She gets paid from my bank account. In short, the girl belongs to me, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
I stride to the attached en suite where a massive shower stall beckons. I want to take her there. I want to jet my cum deep inside her as her curves quiver and shake, the blonde fucked so hard. But when the time comes, can I do it? It’s been so long.
Suddenly, there’s a soft knock and Lacy pushes the bathroom door open. I’m staring in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection. My chiseled jaw and penetrating blue eyes look back at me, along with the ink-black hair I’ve had since birth. Yep, that’s me. Howard Bates, billionaire veteran.
“Mr. Bates?” she murmurs.
“Lacy. I’m so glad you could make it. I know you’re a dedicated worker, and you like to make dirty things clean again, correct?”
“Yes, Mr. Bates,” she nods.
“Well, there’s something I need to show you on the floor. It’s a stain that I can’t seem to remove.”
“Where is it Mr. Bates?”
My dick is getting hard again. She’s so perfect and sexy. And so ready to get down on her hands and knees below my giant muscular dong.
“Lacy, it’s right here.” I tap my toe before me. Without any hesitation, she crouches down and gets on all fours in the shower stall. Oh shit, this female takes direction really well. My cock is rock hard as I watch her ass lift in the air, giant and round. Slowly, I move behind her.
“Do you see it Lacy?” is my low growl. I kneel behind her bottom. Fortunately, the floor in the bathroom is heated and made of warm stone.
“I don’t see anything Mr. Bates,” she murmurs, her nose an inch from the ground. Slowly, Lacy turns her head to gaze at me over her shoulder. Her perfect ponytail bobs up and down as she smiles knowingly. She wants it. I can feel the invitation in the air.
“Well then, it looks like we’re going to have to make a mess for you to clean up.”
She shakes her head, a little confused now.
“How would we do that Mr. Bates?” My cock is rock hard. It pushes the elastic of my boxer briefs. In one smooth stroke, I reach my hand and push her dress up high so that her entire ass is revealed.
Lacy gasps, her eyes going wide. She’s completely still kneeling on the floor of the shower stall, but all I can see is that teeny pink thong under her nylons.
“Don’t you worry about that,” is my low growl. And with that, I rip the seam at her ass with my hands and take handfuls of her tight cheeks in my hands, squeezing the soft flesh. I tear her thong off with my hands, the smell of horny pussy wafting to my nostrils.
“You like it, don’t you, you dirty girl? You wore these panties to tease me, didn’t you?”
“Yes Mr. Bates,” she pants. “Yes, yes.”
But I know something about her is different from the usual sluts in my life. Lacy may act like she wants it dirty, but I can see the innocence in her eyes. She’s pure. So as much as I want to sink my dick into her tight cunt, I stop myself. It’s not right. She has to be ready for me first so that when we finally reach the edge, she’s begging for me for it. Lacy may be a maid right now, but I see the potential within. My Princess. Cinderella.
Slowly, I lean down and lap her plush pussy lips. Oh fuck. Fragrant juices drip from her tight hole onto my tongue. I push it in deep and slurp hungrily, before bringing my mouth to her clit to suckle. She moans.
“Yeah, you like that baby? Right here on the floor? You dirty little whore.”
And to be honest, Lacy tastes incredible, like warm honey and sweet musk. She is the most delicious woman in the world, and as I lick her from behind, I reach around and take handfuls of her tits. She moans louder. My cock rages, dying to push itself in. I want to put it in my maid so bad that it’s practically unstoppable now. My hunger rises to the fore.
“You taste so good!” is my low rasp, tongue running over her wet slit.
She mewls something, eyes closed as her head drops to the hard marble, and I go for it. Lifting her ass up, I take her full into my mouth and tongue. My face is deep in her crotch and the female’s moaning up a storm now, the cries echoing in the tiled chamber. Juices flow onto my face and drip down my chin. She’s absolutely drenched, and I’ve never seen anybody this wet before.
“Oh, oh! Yes! Fuck!” Lacy lets out a sharp scream and female cum splatters my mouth. That’s my girl. My baby is a squirter and she just secreted into my mouth, her nectar dripping down my chin.
I smile lasciviously, wiping at my chin.
“Good job honey. See that?” I ask, indicating the clear droplets on the shower stall floor. “That’s the mess that I want you to clean up. Right there.”
Lacey stares at the nectar for a moment before bending her head and licking up those juices. Oh fuck, this girl is so dirty, and exactly right for me. Her breasts press against the floor as she licks the dirty mess before raising her head to gaze at me with innocent blue eyes.
“Did I clean it to your satisfaction, Mr. Bates?” comes her mewl. “Is there anything else I can do?”
Why yes, actually. I flip her over so that she’s lying on the warm tiles of the bathroom. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Her tits have escaped the vee of her maid’s uniform, creamy white thighs spread revealing the pink puffy slit between. Drips of cum fall from her pussy as she raises her knees, pulling her legs back to give me a better view of that beautiful cunt.
“More, Mr. Bates?” she asks with a sweet smile, as her pussy lips part, showing me that hole. “Is this what you want?”
Hell yeah, it’s exactly what I want, but I decide to slow things down.
“First thing, sweetheart, call me Howie, alright?”
She smiles, lowering her legs, those big boobies still heaving.
“Sure, Howie. No problem.”
“Second, I’ve never met anyone like you Lacy. Never.”
“How many maids do you do this with?” she asks without missing a beat.
I get it. I pretty much ambushed her today. But still, she doesn’t know the full story.
“Lacy, look. I’m not who you think I am. I’m not some man slut billionaire. I’ve been through shit. More than you can imagine. Also, I’ve been in your position before. Well, not literally.” She laughs as her knees splay open playfully, showing me that sweet pink. “There’s just something about you Lacy. I had to see that pretty pussy close-up.”
“So, I guess I’ll get back to work then?” she asks. “Now that you’ve had your taste?”
She smiles and peels off her tights and underwear. She slips her little black heels back on and stands up. Oh, she’s bad. I think. She’s teasing me. The blonde turns her head over her shoulder and smiles my way.
“I’ll be unloading your groceries in the kitchen, Mr. Bates. You know where to find me,” she winks before walking out without her underwear on. Holy shit. I’m rock hard. That little slut. She’s a perfect mix of the coy and innocent at once. Because the blonde knew exactly how to play me, spinning me around and reeling me in on her hook.
But suddenly, life takes on color. It’s like stepping from black and white Kansas into the technicolor land of Oz. And Lacy’s the one who did this. She’s made me come alive after such a long time as a dead man walking.
So I get up and pull on some sweatpants, hastily getting decent. I lick my lips. Lacy’s still all over my mouth, that juice tangy and sticky. The hallway between my bedroom and my kitchen has n
ever felt longer as I walk in silence, my long strides eating up the distance. It’s a long walkway, pure marble, and full of paintings by artists I don’t even know. Strangers stare out at me, old men in stiff white wigs and elderly ladies dressed in formal black. As part of the new me, I imagine them saying, “You’ve got a new lease on life Howie. This girl did that for you.”
I shake my head. Wow, this is pretty crazy. I’m losing my mind after one encounter with the beautiful blonde. But might as well ride it to its finish. So taking a deep breath, I round the corner and enter the kitchen. It’s a chef’s kitchen what with a giant six burner stove, and fancy, gleaming appliances all around. And yet, all I can see is Lacy. Lacy putting the cheeses into the giant stainless steel refrigerator. Lacy’s hourglass body tending to her tasks.
Obsession seizes me then. All I know is that she has nothing on under that tiny maid dress. I could slip right in, short, fast and hot. She wouldn’t even know it.
At that moment, the blonde turns and sees me, shooting me a come-hither smile. I come closer to her in the kitchen and she moves around the marble island so we’re both on the same side. That’s when I kneel at her feet. I arc my face up. I hope my stubble doesn’t bother her as it rubs against her sweet soft thighs. Because I’m going back in. I can’t help myself.
But unfortunately, my tongue dips into Lacy’s pussy just as Albie enters the kitchen. Shit! Sometimes I hate my housekeeper more than life itself. But I can’t fire Albie because she’s been with my family for decades now, and it’d be a sin. So I stay hidden behind the countertop as Albie starts talking to my girl.
“You need to put the cheese in the cheese drawer,” scolds Albie as she opens the refrigerator to inspect Lacy’s work.
The blonde says something incomprehensible because I’ve now leaned forward to take a lick of that slit. This is so fucking depraved. I’m literally licking a woman’s cunt while she talks with someone else. But she’s so juicy and good that I go with it, pulling her pussy lips wide with my fingers as I go in for another sample.
“Yes, I’ll make sure the frozen peas go in the freezer,” says Lacy in a wobbly voice. “And I’d defrost the halibut, abso-lut-ely.” Her voice quivers as I suck ravenously. She’s gonna cum in about a second. I can taste it. She’s absolutely leaking all over my jawline, her juices dripping down my neck. My cock is hard as a rock, creating a tent in my designer pants.
Suddenly, an apple thumps to the floor, and my girl bends down to pick it up. Wow. Nice move. Because as Lacey halfway crouches, she pushes her cunt deeper into my mouth and I’m swallowing everything now. My tongue goes wild, alternating between pumping her inner channel and licking that hard bud. Just as I put my hand over her mouth, Lacy lets out a muffled shriek as she pours her cum into my lips for a second time. That’s my girl. Get my mouth all wet with your juices.
She falls into me and I feel the weight of her hot little body on my rock hard abdomen. She convulses from her orgasm and unfortunately, I can’t wait any longer. Things are so fucking wrong, and yet so right as well. I’m literally drinking a woman’s juices as she moans silently, my housekeeper still prattling about this or that on the other side of the kitchen island.
So silently, I pull my cock out from my pants while shooting a meaningful glance at my girl. I turn that sweet body so she’s on top of me. She’s so relaxed and knows exactly what I want, scooting back right onto the tippy top of my cock. Slowly, my pole nudges against those fleshy, wet folds. Shit. Her fluids coax little beads of cum from out my cock tip. I don’t even care if Albie is in earshot anymore. I don’t care if Edwin comes in and sees me having fun with my princess. The time’s right and no one can ruin this. Lacy knows it too. She looks down at me, and her eyes are wet and blue, her lips quivering with desire. She can see it in my eyes as well. I need her, my Lacy.
Evidently, she needs it too because with a silent cry, the girl slams down on my cock and a splash of juice squishes between us. The power of that first thrust is so intense that my hips buck off the floor, a low, strangled growl escaping my lips. I’ll never forget this moment. The way her pussy formed a perfect hug around my thick cock, milking me desperately. The way her inner channel is so tight and snug, making me cream.
Immediately, I slip my hand over her mouth because I know Lacy’s going over the edge. She’s going scream with pleasure from the size of me. Oh yeah. Here you go baby. You want it dirty on the floor?
Gasping silently, Lacy rocks back and forth with my penis fully inserted. I am being humped by a beautiful little slut, but somehow, she’s pure too. A true princess, innocent and sweet as Albie babbles on about crackers versus cookies, and lining up the boxes in the cupboard. I reach up and unbutton her top. Her breasts are held in a little pink push-up bra that makes her ample breasts heave with the motion of our fucking.
Lacy looks down at me and smiles. She knows. I don’t do this with anybody. She’s my first in what feels like decades. Slowly, the girl moves up and down on my rock hard dick. I dig my feet into the floor tiles and push up into her hard while holding her hips in my hands. We make eye contact and suddenly, I’m coming. I can’t contain it anymore, my sperm spewing into her depths as her pussy pulses around me.
A voice interrupts our ecstasy.
“Lacy, what are you doing down there?”
Shit. It’s fucking Albie. The housekeeper is just gonna have to wait one more second. I burst once more and fill Lacy with thick white cum as she rocks in ecstasy, her pussy spasms sucking it all deeper into that curvy body.
“I’m just … looking for something,” she moans. “Give me a sec.” Her voice is breathy and winded moving over the kitchen island.
“Well, I’m stepping out. I’ll be right back,” says Albie in a bossy voice, and we hear the door swing on its hinges.
“Okay Albie,” says Lacy. And then she melts. The blonde falls onto me and I clasp her to my chest. She fits perfectly, an absolute angel.
Oh shit. I can’t believe this just happened. I just fucked my new maid behind the kitchen counter as my long-time housekeeper droned on and on about groceries and whatnot. What the hell is going on?
But deep inside, I know it’s not over yet because I’ve been a cave man locked in ice for years now, my heart frozen solid. And somehow, this sweet blonde thing with the luscious curves and sassy smile has melted that ice … letting the beast out, for better or worse.
CHAPTER 2
LACY
Oh my god, did that just happen? Did I just have sex with my new boss on the kitchen floor, as Albie droned on and on about putting the salt in the right place in the cupboard?
But it’s true, and after we were finished, Howard and I looked at each other, both our faces filled with amazement. But then the billionaire spoke in a low growl.
“Seeing I’ve taken advantage of you, do you want to come up and use my bathroom to get clean? You can’t really work when you’re sticky and hot.”
I blushed because I never do this. He’s a stranger, and yet I let him touch me everywhere. So I was about to refuse when suddenly a warm trickle of cum slid down my thigh. Mr. Bates was right. I had to get clean, so obediently, I followed the man up the stairs to his en suite, stepping into the shower.
And this bathroom is incredible. How did I end up here in this place with the silky towels and the green marble counters? I’m from a lower middle class background, and we had a well we used for water. Our baths were more tepid than hot, so this is a dramatic change.
The shower blasts spray onto me from six different faucet heads. The water hits my curves and washes down my legs to my toenails, painted red. I’m not sure what made Howie do what he did to me today, but I can say one thing. I trust him. From the moment I walked into his office and saw him in the chair, staring at me like I was a movie star, well, I just knew.
Because I had a boyfriend before I became a maid. Charlie. Charlie kept me in a nice little house in New Jersey, where we ate boxed pizza and brushed out teeth looking in the mirro
r at the same time. Charlie was alright, but he can’t compare to Howie. Not in terms of power, charisma, or charm. And definitely not in terms of cock proportion. Charlie was average, but Howie is downright enormous. I smile as the fancy French soap trickles over my torso. I laugh a little too. Charlie kicked me out because he thought I was sleeping around on him, but I wasn’t! I’d never do such a thing. Despite my lower middle-class background, one thing the Brewsters are is loyal. And Lacy Brewster has cheated. It’s just not in my DNA.
Sighing, I step out of the bathroom with a plush green towel draped around my body. Outside of the penthouse window is the most incredible view of Manhattan I’ve ever seen. The Empire State looms in the background, with a view of the Hudson River sparkling in the distance.
But that doesn’t compare to the giant man lounging in the bed. Because Mr. Bates is spectacular in every way. His shirt is off and the muscles of his chest gleam in the dim light of the room. He’s stretched out, revealing long, powerful legs and strong arms linked behind his head. He’s downright gorgeous, and Charlie fades away into nothingness.
“Come here,” commands Mr. Bates, and I do. I slip right into the sheets and nuzzle up beside him. He smells like musk and masculine cologne with a hint of peppermint aftershave.
“Lacy,” he says, taking my head in his big hand and turning my face up to greet him. He looks deep into my eyes, the blue so dark that it’s almost black. My pussy aches for his big cock again but I can see he wants to talk.
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