She takes a moment to answer me, her breath coming in shallow rasps. “I… I don’t know.”
“Touch yourself, Izzy. Find out for me.”
Her other hand comes off the chair she’s leaning on and reaches back between her legs, hesitating between her thighs.
“What’s wrong, honey? You’ve never touched yourself before?”
“I… um… no. Not really.”
But she cups her pussy and drops a middle finger into her cleft like the good girl that she is.
Fuck if I don’t nearly cream myself right there. “Honey, I am going to open my pants and take out my penis, okay? I won’t touch you with it.”
Something about sounding so clinical makes our game feel all the dirtier.
I get to work unbuckling myself, something I’ve been dying to do since the first moment I laid eyes on her long blonde braid and polyester maid dress. The relief I feel when my cock is finally untethered feels like a million bucks and I sigh loudly.
There is a swell in my balls, but I’m not going to come yet. I fist my cock until it hurts and the head turns purple, showing the goddamn thing who’s boss.
Yeah, right.
“You feel the wetness, baby? Is that pussy nice and wet?”
Her body moves, and I see she’s nodding her head. “Yes. It’s wet,” she says so quietly I can barely hear her.
“Okay, honey. I thought so. Now pull your panties down below your ass.”
She looks back over her shoulder like she’s done so many times in the last hour, and the sheer terror on her face is unmistakable. And delicious.
But so are her dark dilated pupils, the flushed apples of her cheeks, and the way she bites her plump lower lip.
“Such a pretty girl,” I croon, as the white cotton bunches in her fingers and slides to her thighs.
My legs cramp from crouching for so long—goddammit, I thought I was in better shape than this—so I stand, stroking my rigid cock just above her back end, her puckered asshole shuttered tight, leading to the sparse hairs trying to obscure her juicy pussy.
One glance at my watch tells me time is almost up. I really do have shit to do today. Time to wrap up the day’s fun.
“Stay just like that,” I say between heavy breaths.
Yeah, I planned to come on her pretty ass cheeks.
And in moments, the release my balls had been begging for, and which I denied myself for too long, ruptures in a thick stream of cum, one of the largest loads I’ve ever unleashed, all over the behind of my pretty little maid.
Interestingly, she neither moves nor makes a sound through my whole climax. I appreciate her playing along until the final moments of our session.
I pull a towel out of the nightstand drawer they are always kept in, wipe my dick and hand off, then throw it onto Izzy’s back.
She still hasn’t moved from her bent position.
I reach into my money clip and pull out some bills. Tossing them onto her dress on the floor, I leave without a word.
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CHAPTERFOUR
LUCI
The doorto Room 21 closes with aslam.But I don’t move.