Sara the Maid sighed, and fixed her with a gaze that told her to be quiet. “I think you need to shut up, girly,” she said. Daniel was shocked, as was Maria. The maid continued: “I know you’ve been on the road and you’re busy and you want to go to town on each other but tiredness gets in the way, right? I see it all the time. You should relax, let yourself go. Would you like that?”
Daniel couldn’t help but nod. Maria was nervous, but allowed herself a smile.
“It’s your duty to satisfy your husband,” the maid said. “Come here, and I’ll tell you the secret to making him happy.”
Maria eased herself forward as the maid beckoned her closer; she shared a quick look with her new husband, who shrugged, excitement already starting to build at the potential of what might unfold. As his wife’s face got closer, ready to listen, the maid wrenched a handful of her hair and pulled her closer.
“The secret is, be his whore,” the maid breathed. “Come on, hubby, take out your cock and I’ll teach your wife how to be your good little slut.”
He waited for his wife to pull away, to react, to whimper, but she held fast and looked at him with hope in her eyes. He unzipped his pants; he was already hard at the scenario, harder then he had been for days, seven inches of thick meat bobbing out of the zipper of his jeans.
Sara grinned the way she was always prone to do when presented with such a smooth, suckable rod. Her grip remained firm on Maria’s hair as her husband proffered his gift. With a nod from the maid, she slid her open mouth along it as he stood stone still and let out a satisfied gasp.
“Mm, I’ve missed this,” he said as she pursed her petite lips around him and glided up and down with slow, graceful and silent movements. After a few moments of staring in confused disbelief, Sara tugged Maria’s hair, extricating Daniel from the feeble blowjob he seemed to relish a little too much.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” the maid demanded.
“What do you mean?” Maria said, wiping her mouth awkwardly.
Sara sighed. “If you want something done right, do it yourself.”
Her mouth opened like a hungry shark, jaw extending, and she plunged Daniel’s hard rocket into her sweet maw with aplomb, all the way to the root without any of her own lube; the meagre spit that Maria had left on him did its job. She gagged instantly, bringing clods of sticky saliva into her mouth, which she dutifully coated his member with. She went down again, holding him there, gagging herself forcefully, mouth still hanging open to allow the wet catch and gargling sounds to fill the room. Her eyes watered with each thrust, smearing her mascara. She clamped her lips closed now and smeared him with her lipstick with every plunging bob of her head, slurping and sucking like a hungry beast.