You know the drill;
1)The following piece of erotic literature is not intended for people under the legal age of their jurisdiction.
2)Unless specifically stated by the author (I.E. ME) all characters, events, fictitious places, etc are products and property of said author and not intended to represent or copy those of other authors. (Not to be confused with things which are inspired by other authors work)
End Legal Ranting.
Marcy the Housekeeper: Second Impressions
The next morning I lay in bed wondering at my own restraint. After nearly skull fucking her unconscious I had asked Marcy to cook dinner, so I could see her cooking ability. The entire evening she wore that same outfit. After dinner I told her she had the rest of the evening to relax as I needed to catch up on some work. I'm sure she thought I'd decided not to keep her, but was too polite to just throw her out on the street.
So, there I lay, alone in my bed, while she most likely sleeps peacefully two rooms down the hall. Thinking back to each of Marcy's high points made my cock slowly throb stiffer and stiffer. Then I looked down and noticed the traces of that bright pink lipstick around the base of my cock. I was contemplating reaching down to stroke my now raging hard cock when I heard a quiet knock at the bedroom door.
"Enter," I called out, pulling myself up to lean back against the head board, but doing nothing to cover my lipstick stained hard-on.
"I fixed breakfast, sir," Marcy replied, entering the room with loaded tray, still wearing her outfit, but looking immaculate.
"Have you showered?" I asked casually as she attempted to place the tray over my lap without painfully folding my cock over on itself.
"Yes sir, just before starting breakfast," she replied, bowing slightly and back away from the bed.
"Have you cum yet?" I continue, idly popping a piece of bacon into my mouth.
"No sir," she answers, blushing cutely.
"Good. Go down to the end of the bed and lay down in a sexy pose for me," I say, as if it is a perfectly normal thing to ask a girl to do.
I smile as she does so without hesitation or complaint. For a few minutes I just enjoy the show with my breakfast. Then I notice Marcy starting to squirm a little and smirk, because it's obviously from arousal not discomfort. Just laying herself out for my pleasure gets her worked up. Finishing my breakfast I set the tray aside and lean back, pulling my legs up but spreading them apart to frame my still hard cock sticking straight up.
"Tell me Marcy, why are you here?" I ask calmly.
"Excuse me, Sir?" she replies, obviously a little distracted by my cock and the randomness of the question.
"A girl of your looks and talents could be very picky, so why are you laid out at the end of my bed like a Playboy Playmate drooling at the sight of my cock as if it were the last one on Earth?" I ask, teasingly stroking my cock as she watches.
"Oh..."
"Not to mention ... I could've done anything I wanted to you last night, couldn't I?" I continued, watching her eyes as they suddenly snap up from my cock to meet my own.
"How...?" she asked, near panic plainly evident in those lovely eyes.
"Marcy, dear. I did not get where I am without learning to read the slightest tick in human reaction," I reply, tilting my head slightly to one side and smiling in a way that I had learned disarmed people easily ", Come here."
"Yes, sir," she says, crawling up the bed into my arms as I lower my left leg to accommodate her body.
Once she was settled in I gently kissed her lips and lightly stroke her back. After a few minutes I feel her really relax, even sliding her hand down to slowly stroke my cock. As sexual as it would seem it was more intimate and relaxed.
"Does she know?" I ask quietly.
"Sort of ..." she replies, pausing in both speech and stroking me.
"Oh?" I prompt gently.
"She knows her little brother likes cock and that her best friend is a submissive slut, but not that there is any connection," she quietly explains, nuzzling my shoulder.
"Must be difficult keeping that straight," I comment, one hand slipping up under that mesh shirt to cup one of her perfect c-cup breasts.
"Hmm,"
"You want to tell her?" I ask, gently pinching her nipple.
"Have to. She'll notice that her little brother now has the same bra size as her best friend," she replies, giggling in that cute way again.
"And lovely breasts they are," I say, winking playfully.
"How do you do it? ... Sir," she asks, suddenly remember she's dropped the sir for several sentences and squeezing my cock at the same time.
"Do what my dear?" I asked, more than a little distracted by the pressure on my cock.
"Dominant, aggressive, and rough, yet kind, polite, and gently, all at the same time," she says, pushing my other leg down as she straddles my lap and sits up, "Anyone else would've taken advantage of last night with no thought of the possible internal issues."
"Why would I knowingly damage such a lovely and valuable item as you?" I ask in return, now cupping both her breasts, my cock sticking up alongside hers under that cute little skirt.
"That's exactly what I mean. You refer to me as property and make me feel wanted and loved in the same sentence," she says, blushing while her precum drips down onto my stomach.
At this point I just smile and continue fondling her breasts. She is past her issues with her sister and ready to move on.
"When should I send her the invitation so she can meet her little sister?
I asked casually, though my cock stiffens alongside hers as I say it.
"Next week, I need some time to settle in and learn your habits, sir," she says, starting to slowly rock her hips.
"Will I need to behave or is she family enough to accept the unique nature of the situation?" I ask, pulling my own hips back until the tip of my cock slips into place against Marcy's virginally tight entrance.
"She's very accepting ..." she replies, squirming.
"But?" I ask, teasing my cock against her entrance, but avoiding penetration for the moment.
"Not sure I want to risk sharing," she says, blushing while pushing herself back against my teases.
"Not your call my little slut," I playfully growl as I pull back.
"No Sir," she whimpers, squirming again.
I sit up slightly, nuzzling her neck and growling as my cock pushes against her entrance once again.
"You really want your first time like this?" I ask, gently biting her shoulder.
"I need to be exactly what I am from the beginning, Sir," she replies, panting heavily as her precum drips down on my stomach like a leaky faucet.
"As you wish, my little whore," I growl just before shoving my raging hard cock up deep into her tight little ass in one smooth motion.
She moans loudly and I smile wondering if the neighbors can hear her. No matter they'll have several hours to figure out where it's coming from before I finish. This is the beginning of Marcy's new life, I have to make it memorable for us both.
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