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The Maid’s Dirty Secret

Amelia stepped into the master suite, a glance of willpower on her face. She was wearing her ordinary maid outfit – a brief pleated skirt, a good white shirt that strained to include her ample bosom, and stockings held up by frilly garters. Her lengthy auburn hair was tied again in a ponytail, and her inexperienced eyes sparkled mischievously.

Her employer, Mr. Smith, lay sprawled on the mattress, clad solely in a pair of tight boxers that left little to the creativeness. Amelia had been serving as his live-in maid for the previous few months, and he or she’d grown accustomed to his less-than-modest conduct. But right now was completely different.

Amelia approached the mattress, her heels clicking on the hardwood ground. “Mr. Smith,” she mentioned, her voice low and sultry, “I have a proposition for you.”

Mr. Smith regarded up at her, his eyes roaming over her curvy determine. “Oh? And what might that be, my dear?”

Amelia smiled coyly. “I know about your little…indiscretions. The secret text messages, the hotel reservations. I’ve been watching you, Mr. Smith.”

Mr. Smith’s eyes widened in shock. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered.

Amelia laughed, a musical sound that despatched shivers down Mr. Smith’s backbone. “Please, don’t pretend. I have proof. And I’m willing to keep silent…for a price.”

Mr. Smith sat up, his arms gripping the bedsheet. “What do you want?”

Amelia leaned in shut, her breath scorching towards his ear. “I want you, Mr. Smith. I want you to give me the same attention you lavish on your mistresses. I want you to fuck me like the dirty dog you are.”

Mr. Smith’s mouth fell open. He was used to his spouse’s prim and correct demeanor – this was a complete new aspect of her. But he needed to admit, he was intrigued.

“Well,” he mentioned, a sly grin spreading throughout his face, “I suppose we have a deal. But I don’t share. If you want me, you’re all mine.”

Amelia nodded, her eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Of course, Mr. Smith.”

With that, she started to undress, revealing her toned physique inch by inch. Mr. Smith drank her in, his eyes roaming over her full breasts, her flat abdomen, her thick thighs. She was probably the most beautiful factor he’d ever seen, and he could not wait to get his arms on her.

As she climbed onto the mattress, Mr. Smith grabbed her, flipping her onto her abdomen. He yanked down her maid uniform’s skirt, revealing her spherical, shapely ass. A tattoo of a small coronary heart adorned her left cheek, and Mr. Smith leaned in, tracing it together with his tongue.

Amelia moaned, urgent her ass again towards him. “Fuck, that feels good,” she gasped.

Mr. Smith chuckled, his hand coming down on her ass in a pointy smack. “You’re going to have to be quiet if you want to keep this little affair a secret.”

He reached for a bottle of lube on his nightstand, squirting some onto his fingers. He ran them alongside Amelia’s slit, feeling how moist she already was. “Looks like someone’s excited,” he teased.

Amelia bit her lip, attempting to stifle a moan. “Shut up and fuck me already,” she panted.

Mr. Smith did not must be informed twice. He guided his laborious cock to her entrance, pushing in slowly. Amelia’s pussy was tight and scorching, gripping him like a vice. He groaned, burying his face in her neck as he started to thrust.

Amelia pushed again towards him, matching his actions. The mattress creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming towards the wall with every highly effective thrust. “Yes, just like that,” she cried, her voice rising louder with every passing second.

Mr. Smith coated her mouth together with his hand, muffling her moans. “Sshhh, you’ll have the whole house awake,” he hissed.

Amelia bit down on his finger, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Let them,” she panted. “Let them all know who I belong to now.”

Mr. Smith growled, his thrusts changing into extra aggressive. He reached round, his fingers discovering her clit and rubbing in tight circles. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come all over my cock like the dirty slut you are.”

Amelia’s physique tensed, her orgasm constructing quickly. “I’m…oh God, I’m coming!” she cried.

Mr. Smith felt her pussy clench round him, pulsing with the pressure of her climax. He grunted, burying himself deep as he emptied his load inside her. “Take it all,” he panted. “Every last drop.”

As they lay there, panting and coated in sweat, Mr. Smith realized that this was solely the start. He’d gotten a style of forbidden fruit, and he knew he would not be capable to cease himself from sampling it many times.

But that was a fear for an additional day. For now, he had a horny maid to take care of, and he was going to verify she knew precisely who was in cost.