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A simple story of a Maid and her Master.

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The morning sunlight warmed the hallway of the mansion. Poking through the clouds, the rays of light landed on a young maid looking out a window. Her short blonde hair shimmering as a small smile sat on her face as she looked over the garden and courtyard. Noticing the rain clouds start to form, that smile grew. The mansion’s wings formed a “U” shape around the courtyard and it’s fountain, leading to a garden at the end of the wings. Admiring the view, her eyes’ glazed over as if in deep wondered.

*ping*

Fluttering her eyes, she turned her attention over to the coffee maker. Picking up the decanter, she proceeded to grab a black tray along with the sugar, spoon and a mug. Balancing them, she proceeded to walk down the hallway wing, the sound of her small heeled shoes clacking and echoing down the silent corridor. Doors passed on her left as the sun shown through the large windows on her right. Reaching the end of the hallway, she came to a set of large doors. Taking a breath, she knocked twice and spoke just loud enough so occupants might hear her, “Master? I brought your coffee.””Come in” a man voice responded.

As she opened the door, she was greeted by sound of soft instrumental music and the the sight of a large room with a wall that consisted of only one large glass-pane overlooking the enormous garden and cityscape in the distant background. The wall on her left had shelves of books while the wall on her right consisted of knee high shelves and a view of the courtyard. Sitting in front of her was her Master at his slab wooden desk, his eyes darting around several sheets of paper, while his computer to his side played the soft music. She walked up to him silently and with a warm grin, placing the mug down on a pad pouring the warm morning brew.

“1 or 2 sir?”

“1 Sammy, thank you” His eyes finally lifting off the paperwork.Placing one spoonful of sugar, stirring then handing over the mug.Taking the mug and thanking her, he resumed reviewing the paperwork on his upcoming trip.

“Will you need anything else Sir?”

“Yes..in a moment…I’m almost done… You always do such a wonderful job with my coffee.” He said taking a sip and perusing through the documents.

Smiling softly at his compliment, she stood straight up.

“One last note, and I’ll be done for today…I’m sure things can work at least though the weekend” he said chuckling. “Then…maybe something fun for the rest of the day?” He said resuming the paperwork.

As she walked over to admire the garden again, noticing the dark clouds forming more heavily, her thoughts took a turn for the more indecent. Looking back over to her Master, she wondered, “Maybe I’ll just stand close to him, leaning in and getting close… Pretend to read, and let him notice my new body wash? Or is that too indirect… too subtle?” She continued to ponder her face lightly blushed red.

“Hmmm…brush my hair back when I’m close? That’ll catch his attention…hmmmm” Lost in wondered, her eye’s now closed. “Hmmm maybe something more direct?” Giggling to herself, “Walk up to him, saying nothing and just sit on his lap… wrap my arms around his neck and give him a nibble on the ear?” As her face turns a brighter red, her giggles become more audible. “Too much too much….” giving a deep smile. “Hmmmm walk up behind him annnd hmmm….”

Her mind continues to ponder, unaware that her master has turn his attention to her, wondering why it was she was laughing. Looking at her confused he watched his maid with her eye’s closed, nibbling on her own finger, blush red face and giggling intermittently.

He smiled, taking in the sight while her eyes’ were closed. Her long black skirt standing out behind her white apron, of which it was wrapped around her waist and dropped down, accompanied by a large white bow that sat as an ornament above her rear. Her black button down shirt was low cut enough to show off some off her chest, but her cleavage was covered by a small compact black tie that hung snuggly around her neck. With her short stature, he was in direct eyeline of her chest, even though he was still sitting down. Still, he was enjoying the site of her snuggled breasts poking out ever so slightly. Her long black sleeves ending in the white wrist cuffs decorated with cufflinks having the master’s initials. Her short blonde hair was adorn with the simple black and white headdress matching her outfit.

Her thoughts continued, “How about if I walk up behind him and lean over behind him…putting my chest on the back of his head…while…I put my hands on his shoulders?….Direct, but still too much?….Maybe just go over and-”

“Sammy?” His voice cut off her thoughts as her eyes shot open.Seeing her Master, now turned in his chair, was now looking at her smiling but clearly a puzzled look on his face.”What were you thinking Sam?”

“Sorry Sir…I uh- I was lost in thought”

“I can see that?…” his statement sounding more like a question. “Dare I ask what’s got you so distracted?…did you put something in my coffee?”

“N-No Sir!” she defensively stated.

“….ok…” he said going back to his paperwork

After several minutes and taking the time to regain her composure, she decided how to tease her Master ever so slightly. Using his nearly finished cup of coffee as an excuse to get close. Grabbing the decanter of coffee and sugar from earlier, she walked over to her Master.”Refill?” she coyly asked

“Please”

As she slowly fill the mug, she made sure to stand close to him. His eyes never leaving the paperwork on his desk until he felt the warmth of her body pressing against his. Leaning back in his chair, he eyed his maid once more. Taking in the sight her hips and rear end swaying gently from side to side. The bow sitting nicely above her tender rear. Moving closer to him, letting her hip bush against his shoulder. The scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

“Sugar?”

“1…”he said while enamored by her rear

Noticing him notice her…she continued her bashful act.”Have you finish you work Sir?” she calmly said while putting the sugar and decanter to the side. Smiling a devilish grin,

“As a matter of fact…” he gathered the paperwork and placed them in the desk drawer. Without looking, he wrapped his arm around her hips and pulled her in. Losing her footing, she quickly sat on his lap, now inches from her Master’s face. With the mere wondered of being intimate with her Master made her blush, the sudden grab turned her face deep red. Now wide eyed she felt her master’s member start to press against her rear. Her Master was looking at her with such intensity. Leaning down close to her, “You know,” his tone was low enough that only she would hear, “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so…and I will.”

“Ha! Never!” Sam wondered, she’d never think about stopping.

Paring her lips and seductively looking at her Master, she leaned in and kissed him. The kiss lasted long, and their tongues mingled. Her hand lifted, feeling his chest through his shirt and warping her other hand around his neck. Feeling her hard nipples rub against his chest, his hand pressed against her stomach and started working it’s way up. Cupping her breast, he used his thumb to rub her hardening nipple. Sam could feel his arousal grow. It wasn’t surprising considering what they both wanted. She could see how badly he wanted her as well; his hand unbuttoning her blouse to massage her soft breast. As his fingers grazed her nipple, her own desire grew and she let out a moan. His kisses became more passionate, moving down her neck. When he reached her collarbone and her chest, his hand moved to her waist and started undoing the bow holding her apron.

He continued to nibble on her sensitive nipple causing her to moan softly and involuntarily tighten her grip on him. His hand was still massaging her breast and drawing circles over it. Her hands roamed freely over his back and shoulders. She wanted him to go further, and she began to push her body against his. The friction between their bodies grew as did her moans.

Unbuckling her bra strap, he freed her breast from its confinement, then bringing both her hands to his mouth. Pressing his face into her cleavage and wincing at the sensation of his teeth nibbling at her tits. He gripped her shoulder sleeves and pulled back, completely removing her top. Unphased, she continued to smoother is face in her cleavage. Sam reviled in the attention he was showing her….his warm breath on her breasts. When he removed her bra, he took his time to taste every inch of her breast, kissing and licking it. With her full breasts free for his enjoyment, he brought them together. Using his palms, he sucked and nibbled on her nipples.The sound of pleasure filled the room.

Glancing down, he watched as her nipples grew harder and larger before his eyes. While not the first time, he still loved the sight before him. Her nipples were perfect; pink, swollen and protruding from her chest.

“Master?” Samantha asked. Reaching up and cupping his chin in her hand, “Please…””Please what?” he asked he said with an grin. His words turned her on even more…but what really excited her was the fact that she could tell he desired her as much as she desired him.

“I-I wanna do more…please…” her voice trailed off. Stroking his cheeks with her small hands, he asked, “What did you have in mind?” Knowing exactly what he meant, Sam answered, “I want…”

His hands moved to her waist, sliding them under her skirt, he moved them up slowly and firmly as he rubbed her rear. Looking at her face, she smiled. Sliding his hand lower, he ran it along her smooth thighs before turning his attention to a more sensitive area.

Sam collapsed in to her Master. Sitting in his lap sidesaddle, she nuzzled her face into his neck, her master’s musk overtaking her senses. He could feel her labored breathing against his own. With his hand that ventured up her skirt, he finally gave attention to her moistening slit.Grasping her hips and pulling them against his groin, he slowly slide one finger inside, and then another. Feeling how wet she was, he knew she would beg for more. He soon stroked two fingers deep into her and then withdrew it. Using his thumb, he caressed her clit.

He knew what she needed; his skillful manipulation made her body shudder and shake. She continued to grip him tightly, as though she couldn’t get close enough. Trying to nibble his ear, neck or give passionate kisses, she would get interrupted by her own body shuttering and involuntarily moaning as he played with her wet slit and clit. Like she was an instrument in his hands.”Mmm,” his lips brushed against hers and he pulled back, watching as her pupils dilated and the color of her eyes darkened, “That’s my good girl.”Pressing his mouth to hers, he kissed her deeply. Sam had never felt so consumed with desire. Pleasure racked her entire body, and she began to cry out as his tempo increased and his hands continued to play.”Oh God! Oh God!” Samantha cried. Leaning her forehead against his neck, she gasped for breath, her shallow breaths making her moan softly, “Master…yesss…”

He wanted to make her scream. So he picked up the pace and plunged two fingers in and out. His knuckles glided across her g-spot as he stroked the fleshy area, trying to trigger every nerve ending inside her. Her moans fill the room and echoed in his ears.As he continued to play her, she felt her climax rising rapidly…and quickly she lost control. Sam began writhed only to quickly turn and bite the collar on his shirt around his neck. Her eyes’ shut as she nuzzled herself into him…feeling the waves of ecstasy wash over her.

As she twitched in her master’s lap, her jaw locked onto his collar and her toes curled involuntarily until suddenly and exhaustively she relaxed…melting. Her eye’s now half open and staring straight forward at nothing, her pussy now drenched in her own juices. She felt her Master’s fingers leave her body. As he held up his hand, covered in her love juice, she noticed them glistening. Readjusting, she leaned forward using as little strength as efficient as her movements were slow and heavy, she took her Master’s wrists and pulled his fingers into her mouth. Her drool cover his hand as she continued to suck and lick his hand once covered in her sweet juices.

Regaining her senses, the urge to suck on something else came over her….she shuffled herself off her Master’s lap and knelt between his legs, her eye’s going back and forth between looking at her Master’s face and his pants. Drool in the corner of her mouth, she looked lustfully at were her Master’s member was hidden as she reached froward and began undoing the belt around his waist.

Pulling down his zipper, she reached inside and wrapped her hand around his manhood. Taking “him” out. Adjusting his pants and admiring his meat, she started off by giving him a few light tugs before giving him a kiss on the tip. As she drew closer, she could smell his musk and feeling how excited he was. Tightening her grip on his shaft and licking it from base to crown, Samantha marveled at how big her Master’s organ was. It was very hard and had an attractive little left leaning curve to it. With her tongue stroking his cock, Samantha used both hands, one on his shaft, the other cradling his balls. Bobbing her head, she felt his hand run through her hair on the back of her head before gripping. Guiding her head up and down with his hand, he directed her in what manner to please him best.

Sam’s hands moved like a pro when she eagerly sucked on his balls. Running her tongue along the side of his shaft. With each bob of her head, Sam soon felt her master tense up. The hand that was guiding her head turned it’s grip and began to slowly pull her head back up off his cock with a *plop*.

Standing up and manhandling her to stand as well, she pulled her over to the window overlooking the cityscape. Noticing the rain that had stared at some point during their…playtime. He pressed her face and chest against the glass. her breath fogging up the window around her face and her breast flattened against the cool window as water on the other side obscured her vision of the outside even more.

As her face was still pressed, she felt his hands press firmly against her thighs and spread them aside. Her gaze went to her Master as the sound of rain echoed, lightning flashed and the thunder rolled. His hand leaving her leg as he finished removing his undone belt, letting it clang on the floor. He proceeded to lift her now ruffled black skirt from the bottom hem, lifted it and rested on the small of her back before he tucked it back into her waistband for safekeeping.

When she pushed herself off the glass to look back better, he gripped her shoulder and pressed her back in place before whispering in her ear, “Don’t….move…”. The command freezing her in place with her face and chest pressed. Doing her best to look out the window between the fogged glass and rain water, she momentarily thought if anyone could see them from the outside. However this wondered didn’t last long when she felt her Master’s hands rub her ass and slowly peal off her soaked black panties. Pulling them down slowly, she felt her Master’s breath against her sensitive slit.

The rain continued to pour down on the window and her Master, who remained silent, continued. The cloud coverage and darkness of morning storm made the world seem much darker than usual. At least the rain would help mask the sounds of their activities from other household members. As Samantha watched the storm pass by, becoming more aroused when her Master’s hand stroked her exposed pussy. Feeling him give her one little kiss on her right butt cheek, she listen to him stand up straight
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Focusing her eyes, she could see his stature in the reflection of the glass, he towered over her as she bent over. She couldn’t even say she was over 5 feet, since she was perpetually stuck at 4’11” her entire adult life. His hands grasped her hips, positing her to receive his manhood. Lifting her hips, he taunted her pussy by merely grazing “her” with his member.”Master…..” she softly cooed into the glass.

As the rain poured and thunder boomed, she felt her Master’s cock touch her wet folds. Slowly pushing in, Samantha moaned loudly when the tip penetrated her aching hole. His member gradually opening her up. As he pushed deeper, savoring the moment, she felt him grow bigger inside of her. Lubricated by his earlier performance, he penetrated her tight cunt easily, her pussy greedily swallowing him. She wanted to buck her hips but was afraid to move for fear of breaking his command, an order that only contributed to her arousal.

Never taking her eyes off of his reflection in the glass, she watched as he maneuvered his waist and took slow strokes in and out. Pushing his hips backward slightly every time he withdrew and thrust back in. Moving so slowly, it almost felt as if he were caressing her insides. Finally feeling his length reach the deepest part of her pussy, he slowly pulled back until only the very tip of his member remain submerged in her. Without warning, he plunged back into her depths quickly and without mercy. Samantha couldn’t believe how full she felt, with his large organ filling her, and as she was quickly pressed against the window with his weight behind her. Her eyes widen as his pace quickened and the next thing Samantha knew he had buried himself fully in her.

Both of them moaning in pleasure, her hands braced herself against the glass in an effort to give her neck and face a break. However her sensitive nipples began to contribute to breaking her concentration, as they were stimulated by the unforgiving cold glass window rubbing her nipples. Her body spasmed from his invasion as her legs trembled and quaked from the power of his penetration, almost lifting her as he entered. Each thrust filling her with more passion and lust than any of her previous encounters.

“…Ohhh…that feels sooooo good…you’re so big…ohhhh Master…” she panted. Even though the window gave her a view of the raging storm and everything else in the world, she closed her eyes to concentrate on what she was doing. In response to her cries and groans, her Master’s fingers dug into her hips and ass, gripping tightly.

“Yes…Mu-Mu-Master….Fuck-AH-Me!…take my li~tt~le slit…sirrrr!” she cried out, begging for him. He never responded verbally but his actions spoke louder than words. With each stroke of his cock, he increased the force of his thrusts until, he stopped.

Surprised by the sudden halt, she turned her head, only to have his member pull out of her quickly with a wet sounding *plop*. He then stepped back, leaving her craving the feeling of him plunging into her once again. His hands gripped her shoulders as he spun her around facing him. Standing with her back pressed against the window, her black skirt still stuck in her waistband above her ass, she looked up at her Master. Who, at this point, seemed like a behemoth of a man towering over her. She was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place, dripping with anticipation. Her Master in one swift motion reached his forearms between her legs and lifted her off her feet with her weight being held by the back of her thighs and knees. He lifted her high enough to bring her now gaping slit up to his rock hard cock before pinning her up against the window.

“MASTER!” she squawked in surprise and astonishment. Looking down at the instrument of her impending re-impalement, her pussy was ready for him to invade once again. Her eyes starting to work their way back up to to him, stunned by the change in position, “….?…Ma-Mast-” Her words interrupted by his upward thrust, his stomach brushing against hers, he took another deep breath, adjusted his stance and grip, then began his assault. Her face was now wide eyed and buried in his chest, her arms clung tightly around his arms and torso.

His member gave her no mercy and she wanted none. The pressure of his thick shaft nudging her cervix sent shivers through her body. She felt the heat of his burning flesh seep into her belly, adding to her already heightened sensitivity. Her vaginal walls contracting each time he slammed into her, the friction causing her clit to rub between their bodies.

“Ahhhhhh…that feels soooo good…OH!…mmmmm…yes!…fuck…fuck…take me!” she moaned into his body, her voice muffled. He continued his unrelenting thrusts opening her wide while slamming her body against the window with his palms pressing into her sides. She felt beads of sweat roll down her forehead and across her nose.Her wails grew louder as his thrusts became more frequent, his pelvis hitting her over and over, making her whimper with each impact. Each plunge into her core made her orgasm create inside her, as she gasped uncontrollably from his unrelenting assault.

Each thrust giving her new sensations, the pleasure of having her pussy ravaged by the man she called Master, the warmth of his sweaty body pinned against hers, and the sweet taste of his sweat, smell of his musk and sweat mixing with her perfume. Her mind couldn’t comprehend the intensity of the lovemaking going on under her. Even her asshole started to respond to the stimulation, clenching and relaxing in sync with his movements.

As his member plunged into her deepest depths, he placed both of his hands on her lower back and began pumping even harder. The sheer force of his thrusts, sandwiching her between him and the glass, pushed her legs aside beyond what she could do comfortably. This forced her hips further up and into the window. The fact that the glass was cold, from the storm outside, caused the sensations to send chills down her spine, but didn’t stop her cries of delight.

The sounds of his heavy breathing filled the room along with her screams and squeals of pleasure. All sense of the outside world slipped their minds as they continued…seconds…minutes…hours..she could not tell how much time passed as his cock penetrated her repeatedly.”Fuuu~ck” he muttered under his breath looking down.

She, in an effort to muffle her moans of pleasure, started biting into his chest and shirt. Muffling her increasing moans and labored breathing.”Fucking take it” he grunted, giving one last power thrust up he pressed himself tightly against her. She could feel his manhood twitch several time in quick succession before releasing his contents deep in her womb…painting her insides. Every muscle in her body locked up as her muscles contracted and spasmed. The sensations were overwhelming. She felt every inch of his dick explode within her.

“Oh FUCK YESSSS! I’m cummming! …OOOooooooh fuck…fuck meeeeeeee!” she screamed in ecstasy. After a moment, he slowly withdrew his cock from her depths, withdrawing in a slow, single motion. Her legs sank down to the floor as he withdraw, leaving her on tiptoes, only to fall into her Master’s arms. Her legs quivering and not responding. She could feel his seed drip down her thighs while she barely held herself up. His hands caressing her sides and back, holding her in place as he removed them from the window sill.

Looking down he watched her, gasping at a loss of oxygen and clinging to him like her life depended on it. His warm seed dripping down her legs and onto the floor as she regained her senses. The back of her skirt finally relenting and dropping down her backside. The once crisp black skirt was now a wrinkled stained mess.

“So cute” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss the dazed girl on the cheek. Grabbing her attention and almost instinctually, she quickly wrapped her arms around him, getting a deeper kiss than he would have expected. Lightly biting his bottom lip once he started to pull away. Looking up at him was her doe-eye stare, wearing nothing but her ruined black skirt and simple headdress. Her cheeks were flushed and wet, droplets of sweat ran down her temple and cheeks.

It took her a few seconds to regain her composure. As she looked up at him with that same passion that had consumed them both.

“Well?…did you enjoy yourself?” she said out of breath, grinning from ear to ear. The only answer he gave was a small laugh before picking her up in one quick motion, and carried her out of the office. Walking down the hallways with a mess of a maid in his arms, she turned her attention to the rain on the hallway windows and wondered, “Another day stuck inside….oh darn” giggling to herself.

NSFW: yes

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