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me like a bitch. I couldn't get enough. I wanted it all, then some
more. More, more, more.
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"Besides," I moaned. "You're fucking your secretary."
"So what?" he said. "She doesn't give me shit and she works
cheap."
"She's a whore!" I screamed. "She sucks your cock every day
before you come home! There's nothing left for me!"
"I got plenty for the both of you," he said and leaned over and
kissed my neck, then bit at my ear. "And then some."
"But I want it all," I said and moaned. "It's mine. Your cock
belongs to me."
"No, it doesn't," he said. "I can fuck any bitch I want with it."
He accented the last syllable with a hard thrust. I gasped. He
grabbed the front of my dress, yanked it, and, consequently, tore it
apart. It fell off me in pieces. I stared down at it. Oh fucking shit!
"Oh shit!" I yelled. "She'll kill me!"
He was fucking me, not missing a beat as he asked, "Who?"
"Liddy! The dress woman! She said this was on loan!"
Oh, God I'd never be able to fix it! I almost stopped him, but of
course, I didn't. Fuck the dress for now. There wasn't anything I
could do about it. I'd worry about it after we were done.
"Fuck Liddy," he muttered.
Yeah, fuck her.
"Oh, honey," I moaned. "Fuck me harder. You like giving it to me,
don't you?"
"Uh huh," he said and complied, driving his cock deep inside me. I
pushed back against him, which pressed it in deeper and deeper.
He grabbed me by the hair of the head and pulled my face to his.
He hissed, "I don't like it when you fuck around on me."
"I won't do it again," I said and begged, "Please, fuck me harder."
He gave another push. I gasped.
"You should pay for what you did."
"I won't do it again! I promise!"
"I think you need a spanking," he said.
"Noooo!" I wailed as he pulled out. "Don't!"
But he had me turned over and pulled off the table, and I was bent
across his lap, my bare ass sticking in the air.
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"I'm going to spank you now," he said and reared back. His hand
landed on my bare ass with a resounding WHACK!
I screamed, "NO!"
"I'll show you to fuck around on me," he said and gave me another
whack, then another, and another until I was writhing in his lap, until I
was squirming, coming, coming so hard I nearly fell to the floor. I
wanted my hand or his hand on my pussy so bad. I put mine
there, but he pulled it back, held my arm tight and wouldn't let me
touch myself.
"Please," I begged. "Please let me touch it!"
"No," he said and gave me another good whack, so hard this time I
nearly jumped out of my skin and ran away.
"Please," I begged and tried to get my arm back. "Let me rub it a
little."
"No."
Another whack.
"OH GOD!" I screamed. "PLEASE FUCK ME NOW!"
He grabbed me by the hair again and hissed, "Promise me you
won't fuck him again!"
"I won't fuck him again! I promise!"
He seemed pleased with my answer. I almost smiled gratefully at
him.
He gave me one last whack, then bent and kissed my now red ass,
picked me up, sat me on the table, spread my legs and dove in,
sucking and eating at my pussy, getting lost in there like I was lost in
him. I grabbed him by his hair and held him still as I wrapped my
legs around his head and humped his face. Humped him until I came
and came and then came again. I screamed as I came, screamed his
name with all my might.
"Now fuck me," I said.
He got up, stuck it in and fucked me, pushing me back on the table,
pushing me down and overcoming me with his cock. I grabbed onto
his ass and pushed him deep inside and I didn't let go until I came
again. Until he came. Until it was over. And when it was over, we
fell away from each other gasping for air.
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He glanced at me and said, "You're a good fuck, Kristine, but you
can't cook for shit."
I didn't reply. He was right.
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Maid for a day
The next time:
"I will be home in one hour," he said.
I smiled and stared at the clock. 5:00 p.m.
"The maid is off this week."
"Yes?" I said and smiled.
"You will need to scrub the kitchen floor," he said. "When I come
home, you will be down on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor.
You will wear the maid's uniform that I put in your closet yesterday."
"When did you do that?"
"Kristine," he sighed. "Just put it on. Oh, no panties. Got it?"
I nodded. "Yes, got it."
"Also, do not clean the floor with ammonia. It will strip the wax.
Use oil soap."
"Okay."
He hung up.
I raced upstairs and found the maid's uniform stuck in the very back
of the closet in a garment bag. I grinned. It was a French maid's
uniform. A little black uniform that consisted of a short skirt with
ruffles and a plunging neckline.
I put it on, then a garter, stocking and, lastly, a pair of black pumps.
No panties, of course. I put my hair up, pulled strands down in my
face, then went all out on my make-up.
Damn. I looked hot.
I found a bucket, a sponge and the oil soap. I checked the clock.
He'd be home in ten minutes. I filled the bucket with water and got
down on all fours, pointing my ass at the door. And I waited.
In ten minutes he was home, slamming the front door. He came
directly into the kitchen. I scrubbed the floor and ignored him. He
stood in the doorway and watched me. I moved my ass a little as I
scrubbed and hummed like I was alone. He didn't move from the
doorway for a long time. I could tell he was devouring me with his
eyes. He liked to watch.
I sighed and sat up, then dipped the sponge in the water. I squeezed
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it out all over my white shirt, until it was drenched and my nipples
were visible and poking through.
I got back to work, moving backwards towards the door. Towards
him.
He still didn't move.
I kept cleaning and moving backwards until I felt his foot. He
lifted my skirt with it and looked in. Then he bent, cupped my ass,
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