Maid for the Day - Histoires de Sexe

Maid for the Day

... about it - no good staring down at his crotch and making other patrons wonder what she was doing.

That would be a first - and with the risk of another seeing Sir's cock.

A stroll before or after would present many opportunities in quiet places to present herself in the Kneel Exposed slave pose and maybe they would find a disabled toilet they could access together for her to administer another blow job.

As a passenger in the car, it would be easy enough for her to keep the tender loving care up, though she would expect him to want her to put her feet up on the dashboard. With open legs, she would need to show him how she could move her hips against his hand. If the eggs had been in all morning to that point, she would be desperate to feel his fingers on her clit.

His weekend afternoon on the sofa in front of a film would leave her plenty of space to get him hard and then sit on him. Maybe he would even let her cum if she had pleased him enough so far during the day.

The evening meal might start with an aperitif for her. He had been known to cum a couple of times before in a day. This could be the next opportunity for him to show his prowess. Used to the taste of him, it was more now a challenge to get him repeatedly to that stage.

And then the evening shower before bed. She would be responsible for making sure that he was cleaned and dried thoroughly before bed. Sharing the shower might be the best way or else making sure he was fully soaped and lathered, ...

... meeting him afterwards ok her knees with a soft towel.

She knew she had a full day coming up and, holding her little skirt up with one hand, and not able to desist, massaged again between her lips with the other. It felt good and she was already leaking at the thought of her role. Her body felt so alert and actually shaking from the emotion of what she was about to do. Committing her entire day to the satisfaction of Sir and being his personal cock slave was a big step for their sub/Dom game.

She caught sight of the dressing table behind her in the mirror, and saw her dog collar lying there. The tag Sir had bought for it glistened in the early morning shaft of light through the window. 'Owned Sub' on the one side and 'Slut' on the other. The glimpse of it compounded her emotions and the hand holding her skirt crept higher to free her pierced nipple.

Rolling it in her hands, she pinched as hard as she could, the eroticism of being stood of her own free will and volition, dressed as a maid and prepared to look after Sir's body, proving a little too much.

With a muted cry of relief, she almost felt her soul contract and the well of emotion hissed out through clenched teeth. Legs buckling, she grabbed the doorframe to hold herself upright.

She lived the moment of satisfaction, feeling the flood of endorphins and the heat rise from between her legs through her breasts, to her neck.

Coming down, she realised that her hand was now drenched from her own fluids. It ...