Kaylee’s clenched her asshole around my length, and it feels amazing. I moan throatily again, pinching her nipples as her bottom sucks me in deeper and deeper. I watch as my huge shaft disappears and reappears from her tight knot, the girl moaning and beginning to scream as ecstasy begins to boil.
“Oh fuck!” she wails, tilting her head back as that asshole spasms around my shaft. “SHIT!”
I’m no better. I roar like a conquering god, and literally begin to shake. My balls pull up tight, and my firehouse blasts lash after lash of hot male jism into her back channel, pumping it full of seed.
“FUUUUUUCK!” is my bellow. “Oh shit!”
Kaylee merely continues to wail, her asshole clamping around my shaft in a pulsing rhythm.
“Mmmm,” she moans breathily. “Fuuuuck.”
Finally, we finish and I spurt the last few drops of my virility into her bowels. I’m breathing hard, trying to get a handle on what just happened. My forehead leans against hers, even as her asshole clenches on me one last time. It’s such a dirty position to be in, but this girl delivered beyond my wildest dreams. Kaylee may be from the trailer park, but I’m beginning to realize that I like my girls trashy.
4
Kaylee
I’m shaking as I start my car and drive off the property.
Oh shit. Did I just do that? My manager doesn’t suspect a thing. Not that there’s anything for her to suspect because nothing happened.
Okay, that’s definitely not true. At this very moment, I have Elliot’s seed dripping from my behind. My bottom feels sore, and I shift a bit, wincing in the driver’s seat.
Because that happened. Oh my god. I had anal sex with the owner of Millbrook Manor right on his desk. In the middle of a job too.
This is definitely grounds for termination.
Yet, Elliot seemed completely unfazed afterwards. He pulled out of my dark hole, staff still hard and shiny, while looking with satisfaction at my red-rimmed pucker. Then he bent his head and kissed me there!
“You okay?” he murmured, blue eyes gleaming wickedly. “I was pretty rough with you just now.”
What do I say? I merely made my excuses, cheeks flaming. I hopped off that desk, and snapped my panties back in place even as seed trickled down my leg. Then I hightailed it out of there.
But not before Elliot grabbed my arm. The handsome man had a smirk on his face, and he stopped me.
“Lunch tomorrow?” he asked. “I’d love to have you back.”
I don’t even know what I said. Probably yes, because I wanted to get out of there so badly. But I must have said something, and now here I am, driving furiously home.
Oh my god, what do I do? I should cancel on him. Or I should not show up. It wouldn’t be a big deal if I bailed because let’s face it: a man like Elliot with looks, charm, and suitcases of money can get anyone he wants. I’m just a little maid who let herself get fucked by the master of the house. It’s so cliched because that’s practically what maids do. We exist for the pleasure of our masters.
I don’t want to bail, though. Even though it’s wrong, deep in my heart, I want to see Elliot again. I also want to do that again. I could hardly believe it when he kissed my asshole, licking up some of his own seed in the process.
Holy shit, what have I gotten myself into? That was pure filth, for sure.
My phone sits on the passenger seat of my beat-up old car. I want to call Olly and ask her what to do, but I can’t because the whole scenario is just so filthy.
My heart is racing. Elliot is incredibly hot. Why did he ask me to come to lunch tomorrow? And what’s up with lunch anyways? Lunch is what you do with a lady, but I just showed myself to be a tramp, what with the no-holds-barred anal sex.
I catch a glimpse of my wild curls in the rearview mirror. They’re always impossible to tame, but right now, they look even crazier than usual. They’re flying in every direction, and frankly, I look like a woman who’s just been serviced by a huge hunk of man. Which I have.
Maybe I read this all wrong. Maybe Elliot wants to talk over lunch. But about what? Ha! I doubt there’s anything for us to talk about.
I pull into the trailer park and drive four rows down until I reach my home. The lights are off in the trailer when I pull up, but that doesn’t mean anything. Mom doesn’t have a car anymore, so I have no way of knowing if she’s home or not.
Absentmindedly, I climb the steps and open the front door. When I glance inside, I cringe because the place is a mess. After spending all day cleaning someone else’s home, I guess I’ll be cleaning my own now.