I am twenty-two and fresh out of college. It was there that I met Sir. He was my professor and I was his best student. When we met it was unlike anything I had felt before. It was indescribable; all I can say is that Sir was the first man to make me feel like a woman.
Sir was married once before and it was a messy endeavor. He had fallen for a woman who had claimed she loved him just to take from him. Never did she help out around the house. She did not cook, she did not clean, and she deprived him of his needs. Sir had grown tired of the routine and sought me out to take her place.
I grew up in a household where I was to do as I was told and actively help around the house. This is the way women are supposed to be. There was a part of me that loved the feeling I got from tending after others and keeping things beautiful, the familiar tingle between my thighs that reminded me of my true purpose as a woman even in this day and age.
Sir gets lonely a lot and I was there to help. He works long hours at the university and needed a companion to look after things. I needed a place to stay so we worked out an agreement. I would be Sir’s personal maid and he would be my master.
I was finishing up the table setting when I heard the familiar sound of keys in the door. I rushed over to the door on my tip toes. My white stockings were slippery on the marble floor and I almost lost my balance, nearly soiling my pink & white dress. I was shaking in anticipation. I was so happy that he was home.
Sir opened the door and the corner of his mouth turned up when he saw me.
“I’ve been waiting all day to see you,” he said in a low, slightly gravely voice. He had a long day and I could tell.
“Dinner is served, Sir,” I squeaked. My eyes were wide and I innocently glanced up at him.
“I could definitely use a meal, Darling.” He loved it when I looked at him with doe-eyes. He stepped in closer and placed his thumb under my chin, raising it slighty.
“Perhaps even something more.”
I looked down and smiled. He makes me so flustered.
“Yes, Sir,” I respond, coyly.
I know exactly what he wants and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want the same thing. I felt his large, rough hand slap my bare butt from under my dress. I felt the bliss of the tingles his touch brought me. He lead me into the kitchen this way.
“I love you in that outfit. Why don’t you turn around and bend over for me, baby,” he said with a lusty voice. He had that look in his piercing eyes that I was addicted to. My pussy pulsed with desire as I did what I was told.
He lifted the tulle of my skirt and dragged a finger up my puffy, pink pussy.
“You’re dripping. What a filthy slut you are, all innocent on the outside so one none suspects it. All the better, I have you to myself. You couldn’t fool me, Darling.”
Smack! I felt the first blissful strike blast throughout my body, thrilling me to the core. I love it when Sir spanks me. I love being his dirty whore.
“Mmmmmm,” I let out a long, breathy sigh.
Sir slowly walked up behind me and pressed his member onto my bare butt, quite noticeably hard through his work slacks. This drove me crazy. He placed his hands around my neck, pulling my trembling body close to his.
“You love being mine, don’t you.”
Sir walked over to the table and sat down in his chair, legs spread wide.
“Baby this food is incredible! You never fail to amaze me.,” he groaned as I kneaded his shoulders. “Yesss darling, that feels so good.”
I smiled devilishly and worked my way around the table until I was facing him. It was time to work my magic. I dropped to my knees and started crawling under the table until I was between his legs, once again gazing up at him. I was breathing heavily and shifted my hips from one side to the other; there was a sea between my thighs and I could not handle it any longer.
I ran my hand down his torso until it reached the bulge in his pants. I slowly unzipped his fly and cupped his large member, which grew even larger.
“You’re teasing me, baby. Be careful, you don’t want to see your master get too hot and bothered now, do you?” Of course, I could see the look of anticipation on his face and had to act fast. I pulled out his member from his boxer shorts and gasped at the impressive eight inches that hung before me. It was time.
I let a string of spit fall from my glossy, pouty lips and land on Sir’s pulsing cock. Then I began to work, sloppily sliding it in and out my hot wet mouth. I smiled at the pleasure I was able to give Sir as I listened to his soft moans.
“Oh yes babygirl, work that pretty mouth of yours. This is what maids like you are for.” Sir lifted his member. He loved it when I sucked his balls. Sir suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and began working my head in the rhythm that he so desired. I felt something wet stream down my inner thigh. I loved it when he was rough with me.
Sir’s maneuvering became more forceful as he got me to deep throat. I could feel his cock throb to the sound of my choking and this made me drip even more. He stopped for a second, sliding two fingers into my swollen pussy lips and began massaging me from the inside out.
“My god you’re wet. I bet you want to come, slut. Is that what you want?” He traced my jawline with his finger.
“Yes, pl–please let me come Sir…master.” I yelped
“You’ve been such a good girl but it is not time yet. You must please me first.”
Sir grabbed his cock and rubbed it across my face.
“So you tell me. Where am I going to come?” he said lustfully, with a smirk on his face. He placed his hands on my head and began thrusting his cock down my throat. Through the sounds of gagging and slurping he could hardly make out my response.
“Anywhere you wish, master.”
Sir’s smirk widened as he was delighted with that response. With that, he slapped my face with his member and raised my chin with his fingers.
I looked at him doe eyed although my mascara was streaming down my face. Here I was, before the man I so adored, on my knees about to receive the best gift I could ever get.
“It is time, babygirl. Don’t stop looking at me.”
Sir’s eyes were locked into mine and he let out a long, sensual groan as his thick hot seed spurted out onto my face and into my mouth. My face was covered in so much splooge that I could not believe this was a repeat of yesterday and the day before. I licked my glistening lips and smiled up at Sir, batting my lashes.
“This is how I like you best. Good job, darling. It’s your turn now,” he said softly, tucking my hair behind my ears. And so it was. (TBC)