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Title: “Cravings of a Submissive Servant”

The sprawling Los Angeles estate, owned by the arrogant and wealthy Mr. Blackwell, seemed a perfect nesting ground for the mischievous. Anni, the shy Mexican servant, found herself captivated by her handsome employer’s virile aura, stealing glances at his chiseled physique during her chores. Today, however, Anni had assumed the role of temp worker, a slender Latina in a short, skirted maid’s uniform, her perky breasts straining against the polyester fabric as she vacuumed, unaware of the prying eyes upon her trembling form.

Mr. Blackwell watched the heteronyms quiver with each passing stroke of the vacuum, her supple rump swaying with the motion, stirring an insidious hunger within him. As she turned to empty the debris canister, he caught sight of her narrowed waist and upturned derriere, the tight skirt riding up her golden thighs, revealing a tease of lace panties barely containing her most intimate place. With a growl, he lunged forth, cornering the startled maiden against the wall, his rough hand gripping her chin.

“Checking me out, are we?” he demanded, his hot breath scorching her slender neck. “You’re fired, slut. And you won’t get a cent. But you will do as I say.” Anni quivered, her eyes wide with fear, while simultaneously twitching with arousal as the arrogant man ground his throbbing hardness against her.

Garbling out a trembling assent, she submitted to his will, feebly attempting to wriggle free of the relentless grip on her jaw, her heaving bosom pressing into his clutched hand. Anni’s cries were not in protest, nor for him to cease the molestation, but for more, hungry to be ravaged, uncovered, used.

Shoving her down onto the plush cappuccino couch, Mr. Blackwell shot off his tie, deftly unfastening his belt, then slipped his tanned, throbbing cock through the zipper opening of his trousers, the thick shaft jutting out, cousinly of Anni’s twitching, needy holes.

“Touch it,” he barked, a triumphant smile playing on his firm lips. Reaching out a shaky hand, Anni stroked the velvety shaft, shuddering as she took in every jewelled inch. Then, leaning in, she demonstrated her submissive nature, kissing the swollen, purple head, her tongue snuggling the brief slit before taking the tip inside her mouth, savoring the salty, musky taste. Her needy cunt grew wet as she slurped and sucked, caressing the rigid twig, lusty memories forming in her fertile mind of the sweaty officer who pulled her over, bending her over the police car, churning her deepest places raw as she was fucked through three orgasms without respite. Now, she wanted that now, submitting to Mr. Blackwell’s fertile desires.

Shoving her away, he flipped up the hem of her skirt, exposing her stockinged legs and satin panties, the lace drenched with her juices. Snaking a finger beneath the strap, he plunged it past her petal lips, sampling the wet he found there.

“These are really gonna be tight slave,” slyly commenting, as he tugged off the soaked undergarments, then pried her legs apart, exposing her twat like a ripe fruit to be plucked. Anni offered no protest, despite his vabien intentions, but spread herself further, her holes opening and inviting him to plunder her depths.

Shoving his cock within her tight hole, Mr. Blackwell’s rigid spire tunneled her,Surmountand yanking hard, fitfully tossing aside the protecting wall of lace. Her dripping sex lay open and exposed, the fleshy folds pink and swollen, framed by a sprinkling of tawny curls. Sliding two fingers inside her weeping cunt, he stroked the silky inner walls, skating his touch over the sensitive flesh and reveling in the way her hands flew to the tabletop, bracing herself for the momentous intrusion to come. Anni squirmed, pressing back against the invading digits as much as the restrictive fabric would allow, the delicious ache building with his every touch.

Mr. Blackwell removed his fingers, pausing only to lap up the sweet nectar coating them, savoring her flavor. Then he plunged deep, his shaft sinking to the hilt inside her sopping, slick sheath, her muscles fluttering around the thick invader like a welcoming hug. Pinning her to the table, one hand clenched her golden braids as he pounded into her, relentless, as a jaded hedonist would, his hips crashing against her upturned rump as he hilted over and over, reaching again and again that delectable place that left her crying out. Squeezing her fat, ripe breasts, he pinched her nipples, adding the sharp pleasure to the thrash of his shaft sawing her tender bud, making Anni scream and buck into the ruthless pounding.

“Take it, you naughty cunt. Scream for me so the neighbors hear,” he snarled, clenching harder as the pressure built, his balls drawing up tight, his hard spire mete dish jack her clenching place as if possessed. He bucked harder under her, shoving hard into place, shuddering as he spilled his seed inside her neediest hole. Anni wailed, brainless, as her channel milked him, greedily sucking down his rich seed as she quaked and trembled, eyelids fluttering as the delicious overload crashed over her.

Mr. Blackwell collapsed onto her trembling, replete form, his flesh still semi hard inside her. Rolling them over, he lifted her over his prone form, her pussy still twitching as she sank onto his readying cock. Reaching up, he clutched her braids, tugging her skull back as she rode him splendidly, her tummy a bouncing heaven that he thrust into. Twisting her, she ended up on all fours again, his hands gripping her sleek rump, the golden cheeks a perfect frame for his pumping loins as he drilled her into oblivion.

Anni came to, naked and alone, his seed leaking from her thoroughly used holes. Rubbing her rump, she checked for marks, but found none. Bending over the couch, she rubbed away the cum from her used places, a satisfied whistle escaping her as she did. Grinning, she held out the white dregs, eying them a long moment, then deciding, she lapped them up, savoring the flavor of her debauchery.

Mr. Blackwell may have doubted her discretion, but she proved able to stay quiet, slipping back into his life over the next several months, their battle of dominance a statute orgasm she treasured.