Hired To Be A Maid But She Becomes A Whore

Title: “A Maid Becomes A Whore”

The air was thick with tension as I waited in the lavish living room of the imposing mansion. I had been hired as a maid, an opportunity I couldn’t afford to pass up in these trying economic times. Little did I know what I was getting myself into.

The door creaked open, revealing a towering, muscular man in his late forties. He was dressed impeccably in an Italian suit, a gold Rolex glinting on his wrist. His eyes, as dark as his hair, raked over my body appreciatively.

“Darling, I see you’ve arrived. I’m Mr. accents. I’ll be giving you a tour of the house and going over your duties,” he said, his accent sending shivers down my spine.

As I followed him through the opulent halls, I couldn’t help but notice how his gaze lingered on my curves, my short maid uniform accentuating every dip and swell. There was a predatory glint in his eye, one that made me feel both uneasy and thrillingly excited.

“Here, in the bedroom, is where you’ll be spending most of your time,” he said, opening a door to reveal a massive bed, complete with silky sheets and sheer curtains. “My wife is out of town on business, and I expect you to attend to all my needs.”

I gulped, feeling my heart race. “I’m not sure I understand, sir. My job is to clean the house.”

He took a step closer, towering over me. “Oh, you’ll clean alright. You’ll clean every inch of my body with your soft, little hands. And your sweet mouth.” His finger traced along my jaw, sending electricity through me.

I knew I should protest, but the way his masculine scent enveloped me, the heat of his body so close to mine, made me weak with desire. I wanted him, wanted to feel his hands all over me.

And so, I found myself slowly unbuttoning my uniform, revealing my perky breasts, barely contained in a lacy bra. “You want me to clean you, sir?” I asked, my voice breathy with anticipation.

He smirked, his gaze devouring me hungrily. “With your tongue, young lady.”

Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, my small hands trembling as I reached for his belt. I unbuckled it slowly, savoring the anticipation. Then, I tugged down his pants and boxers in one smooth motion.

His massive cock sprung free, already hard and throbbing. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of it. I took it in my hand first, stroking it gently as I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with lust, his hands fisted in my hair.

Then, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. He groaned, his grip on my hair tightening.

I bobbed my head, taking him deeper each time, until he hit the back of my throat. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I persisted, wanting to please him, craving his approval.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he grunted, his hips bucking slightly as I sucked him.

I could taste his precum, salty and musky, and it only spurred me on. I wanted him to explode in my mouth, wanted to consume every drop of his essence.

But before I could bring him to the brink, he yanked me off his cock roughly. “No, I want to breed that tight little pussy of yours,” he said hoarsely.

He flung me onto the bed and ripped my panties off in one swift motion. Then, he positioned himself between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet slit.

“Beg for it,” he commanded.

“Please, sir,” I whimpered, writhing beneath him. “Please fuck me. Hard and deep. Breed me.”

With a low growl, he thrust into me, filling me completely. I cried out at the sensation, my pussy clenching around him like a vise.

He pounded into me mercilessly, the bed creaking with each powerful thrust. I raked my nails down his back, pulling him closer, begging him for more.

“Take it, you little whore,” he grunted, his words spurring me on.

I felt like a filthy slut for him, reveling in the depraved act. “Yes, sir, use me. Fuck me like the whore I am,” I moaned.

And he did. With each thrust, he pushed deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside me that made me see stars. My pussy convulsed around him, milking his thick cock.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my orgasm building. “I’m going to cum, sir!”

“Me too,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m going to fill this little pussy with my seed.”

His words pushed me over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure. I arched my back and screamed as my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy squirting all over his cock.

At the same time, he exploded inside me, rope after rope of his hot cum painting my insides. I could feel him throbbing, pumping me full of his essence.

We collapsed together in a sweaty heap, both panting heavily. His cock softened inside me, but he made no move to pull out.

“I think this arrangement will work out perfectly,” he said, his voice satisfied. “You’ll be my personal maid and whore. And I’ll pay you handsomely for your services.”

I knew I should protest, should tell him this was wrong. But as I lay there, stuffed full of his cum, I couldn’t deny how much I had enjoyed being his slut. How much I craved his touch, his dominance.

“As you wish, sir,” I purred, knowing that from now on, my life would be devoted to serving his every depraved desire.