AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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Chapter 1
My fingers were flying over the keyboard with lightening speed, striking the correct key over 99% of the time. I paused a moment and chuckled when I recollected my high school typing class. I took typing to prepare for college, not to write erotic literature. But that's exactly what I was doing at the moment -- writing another story. Soon my thoughts returned to the images of people having sex and my fingers tapped away, filling the room with the machinegun sound of keys clicking.
As the story played in my mind like a movie, it was as if I was in the same room as the characters, watching the action. The woman was on her knees staring at the stranger's hard cock, and then glancing over at her husband. It felt like I could read her mind and knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling. Her husband had wanted to watch her have sex with another man, but she felt that would be adultery and a sin. But each time her gaze returned to the big cock in front of her, her resistance lessened. It was such a big cock and her sex life had become boring. She wondered what a new cock would feel like in her mouth... in her pussy. Her hands grabbed the stranger's thighs to steady herself as her face moved closer and closer to the long hard object that was supposed to be off limits to a married woman. And then her mouth opened... and the man's dick brushed her lips as it entered. When her lips clamped around the stranger's cock, the woman looked over at her husband again and saw him stroking his own hard-on.
The clattering in my room was reduced to an occasional click. The vivid scene in my mind had the usual affect on me, and one hand left the keyboard to rub my hard cock. With my free hand, I continued to type with a single finger, something my high school typing teacher would surely have scolded me for doing. But, then again, what would she have said if she saw how my other hand was occupied? Who knows, maybe she'd drop to her knees and stuff my hard cock into her mouth like the woman in my story.
I heard the sound of the vacuum cleaner being turned on and remembered I was not alone. Today was "maid day" and my housekeeper was busy cleaning. I usually didn't write when someone else was in the house, but I was really into the scene and wanted it played out. You see, even I'm not always sure what's going to happen until I type it. Of course I have a basic idea, but my fingers type what my mind sees at the moment -- like I was a voyeur watching it or even participating as one or more of the characters. I decided not to stop, so I got up and closed the door to my office.
Returning to my desk, I paused a moment to collect my thoughts and put myself back into the action -- sort of like a method actor. It didn't take long and, in my mind, the woman's hands slid behind the stranger and clutched his ass-cheeks while her head moved towards him, swallowing his long cock. Her head pulled back, only to move forward again... back and forth, back and forth, leaving a slick coating of saliva on his shaft. She was really into the blow-job now and was deep-throating him. When she heard her husband moan, the woman stopped for a moment to look at him. She saw her husband's sperm shooting into the air like an erupting volcano while his fist moved rapidly up and down his shaft. It turned her on even more to know her husband was orgasming while watching her suck another man's cock.
The woman's attention returned to the stranger as she continued to give him the best blow-job of his life. She'd bury her nose in his pubic hair and hold his cock in her throat, then make short, rapid movements with her head to titillate the end of his cock with her throat. Her hands continued to squeeze the man's buttocks and then one moved between his ass-cheeks. A long finger located his anus and pushed against the tight orifice -- it slipped inside. With her nose still pressed against the stranger's body, she began to slowly finger-fuck the man's ass.
I was rubbing my own cock rapidly now and knew I would soon cum. I opened my pants and pulled my underwear below my balls, grabbing my hard cock in both hands. The story kept unfolding in my mind, but there was no time for typing -- I'd finish the scene from memory afterwards. Right now nothing was going to stop me from orgasming while both hands furiously moved up and down my throbbing cock. But then I heard it... the noise of a door opening.
I turned to look towards the sound and saw my maid standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob and the other over her open mouth. Her eyes were wide open and focused on my hands around my hard cock. I had slid down in the chair so that my butt was at the edge and my shoulders were about midway down the back. My knees were spread and my cock was angled towards my face, with both hands clenching it tighter than a new golfer's grip on a golf club. We were both stunned and stood frozen in time until I realized what was happening and jumped out of my chair, causing it to roll backwards before toppling over. I quickly pulled up my pants and held them over my rapidly shrinking cock.
"I'm so sorry, Laura," I apologized, "I forgot you were still here."
"I-I was just getting the trash," she said, flustered. "Wh-What were you doing? I-I mean... I know what you were doing... but why were you doing it?"
"I was writing a story and sort of got carried away," I said, embarrassed.
"But why would writing a story cause... oh, was it a sex story?"
"Yes, I write erotica. I write under a pen name of Switch Blayde."
"Oh-my-god, I love your stories!!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe you're him. I masturbate to your stories too," she admitted, and then blushed.
I looked at my housekeeper for the first time in a different light. She was Mexican and around 5'3", almost a foot shorter than me. Laura was dressed in her working clothes -- sweatshirt and jeans -- but, even so, her breasts looked like nice, firm cones and her tight jeans molded her curvy thighs and round ass. My eyes looked at her crotch and I noticed the tight jeans separated her pussy, displaying her prominent, meaty pubes. She didn't have makeup on, but her light brown face was pretty and her dark hair was tied back in a long ponytail. Laura was in her mid-30's with two teenage children.
"Can I read what you're writing?" she asked, obviously forgetting that she just caught me jerking off.
"I don't let people read unfinished work," I explained.
"Oh please... please let me... pretty please," she begged.
"Okay, I'll make an exception this time," I relented.
By the time I had picked up the chair and sat down, Laura was standing next to me. I went to the top of the document and typed after the copyright wording, "Dedicated to Laura". When I glanced at my maid I saw a broad grin on her face. Then she began reading the story.
I read along with Laura but I was a much faster reader so I had time to watch her read. Her eyes were fixed on the screen and soon her breathing got heavier. I got tired of her telling me she wasn't ready each time I tried to scroll down so I let her control the pace. Each time Laura leaned over to use the mouse her firm right breast pressed against my left arm. The combination of reading the story and Laura's body so close to mine, as well as her heavy breathing and feel of her breast, brought my cock back to life. My hand was soon gently rubbing the bulge in my pants which, by the way, I never refastened.
The next time Laura reached for the mouse her hand paused in mid-air -- she noticed my hand rubbing my hard-on. She sighed deeply and used the mouse to scroll down a page. It seemed she lingered longer than necessary as our bodies touched. Normally, I would never have had the nerve to do what I did next, but I guess I felt like I was in one of my stories. While I continued rubbing my cock through my pants, I moved my left hand behind Laura and placed it on the back of her thigh. When she didn't protest, I slowly began an up and down stroking that gradually went higher and higher.
The next time Laura leaned over to use the mouse I moved my left hand up and cupped her ass. She didn't object so I squeezed slightly and then moved my hand between her thighs. Laura's legs parted and I rotated my hand so that it was palm up. When I grabbed her pussy and gently squeezed, my maid let out a low moan.
Laura kept reading my new story while I gently moved my hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Occasionally, for emphasis, I squeezed her meaty cunt. I heard Laura's breathing deepen and it seemed to take longer for her to read a page. She also seemed to have bent her knees slightly and was moving her pelvis to and fro... rubbing her pussy against my palm. I applied upward pressure, but held my hand steady, letting her do all the work. Her breathing was getting ragged now and she put her hand on my shoulder for support.
I was still rubbing my cock through my pants with my free hand, but desired more. Since my pants were still open, I lifted my ass off the seat and tugged them downward, along with my underwear. When the waistband of my briefs was mid-thigh, I grabbed my hard cock in my fist and started a slow wank. Laura's eyes were burning a hole in my fist as she stared at it, still rubbing her pussy on my hand.
Laura's hand left my shoulder and joined her other hand at the button of her tight jeans. She quickly undid the button and lowered the zipper. When her hand returned to my shoulder, her other hand slipped under the elastic waistband of her panties. I saw just a piece of her yellow panties in the gap of her open jeans. Now, as I held my palm against her pussy, I felt her fingers playing with her cunt. Laura went back to reading the story with her hand inside her panties. One of my hands was against her crotch and the other sliding up and down my hard cock.
"What happens next?" Laura asked when she reached the end of my incomplete story.
"I don't know... I haven't written it yet," I answered truthfully.
"My god, I can't believe she's sucking him off while her husband watches. That's so hot. Is he going to cum in her mouth? Will she fuck him? Will her husband watch her fuck another man? Does the stranger like her finger in his ass? God, that's so naughty. What else is she going to do?"
"What do you want her to do?" I asked.
"I-I don't know," Laura answered, obviously thinking while her hand moved more urgently inside her panties. "Maybe... maybe he could cum in her mouth. Make the slut eat his cum. Then make her husband French kiss her and taste the other man's cum. Maybe they should both fuck her at the same time. Shit, I don't care what she does... I'm so hot I want to do it all."
My hands begrudgingly left my cock and Laura's pussy, sliding up the outside of her thighs to her hips. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down. They were so tight that it was not easy, but slowly more and more of her yellow panties came into view. I was now able to see the outline of her hand inside the bulging material of her panties as she continued to play with her pussy. Soon her pants were at her knees which caused me to lean forward. The distinct smell of her arousal filled my nostrils as I was mere inches from her crotch. With a little effort, I got her pants to her ankles.
I quickly removed my clothes and stood up in front of Laura. "Do to me what the woman did to the stranger," I told her.
Laura dropped to her knees and looked at my hard cock. I noticed her turn her head and stare into space, and then realized she was acting out what she had read. In her imagination, her husband was watching her. When she turned back towards me she guided my cock into her mouth. I felt her hands on my thighs and then my cock entered her throat. But Laura began gagging and pulled away. She tried again, but with the same result. When her breathing returned to normal she looked up at me with her big brown eyes.
"I can't do it," she said, referring to the deep-throat the woman in the story had performed.
"That's okay, just do what you can," I said graciously.
Laura's mouth returned to my cock and she began a great blow-job. Her lips were dragging up and down my shaft while her tongue swirled around it. I was amazed that Laura was living the fantasy in my story and actually thought she'd be able to deep-throat me. But then I jerked my hips forward, causing her to gag again. I wasn't meaning to, but Laura's finger had pressed against my asshole and pushed slightly inside. It was unexpected, but shouldn't have been since she was acting out the story she had just read.
Laura began a slow finger-fuck in my ass while her mouth sucked and licked my cock. I looked down at the pretty woman on her knees before me. My maid was sucking my cock. I wondered what her husband would say if he knew. I'm sure he wouldn't be anything like the husband in my story. Another man's wife was sucking my cock. The thought was overwhelming and I felt my orgasm approaching.
I entwined my fingers in Laura's dark hair and began a rocking motion with my hips. I was fucking her mouth while she pressed her lips tightly around my cock. Occasionally, I pushed too far and heard a slight gag, but that didn't stop me. I kept sliding my cock between her lips until I felt my sperm surging up my shaft. Then I erupted, filling her mouth with one, then a second, and then a third load of sperm before pulling out of her mouth and showering the rest onto her face. Laura kneeled at my feet with her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out as I covered her with my sperm.
When I had stopped cumming, Laura was looking up at me with her sperm-covered face and asked, "Is that what is going to happen in the story?"
"I guess so," I said, not really knowing.
"Good," she said and smiled. And then, after a pause, she added, "I never had anyone cum in my mouth nor on my face, but if that's what is going to happen to the woman then I'm glad you did it."
I was somewhat taken aback by Laura's remark. Evidently, she was fantasizing about the story character and put herself in the woman's role. I looked down at my maid... at my cum dripping from her face... and told her to take her clothes off, but to be careful removing her sweatshirt so as not to wipe off any of my sperm.
Laura stretched the collar of her sweatshirt and carefully pulled it over her head. Then she unclasped and removed her bra. I was correct with my assessment of her breasts, they were beautiful -- not overly large, but a pair of firm cone-shaped mounds with large dark nipples at their tips. She pushed her sneakers off with her feet and then removed her jeans, panties, and socks. My petite Latino married maid was sitting naked on the floor with my sperm on her face and in her mouth, waiting for me to tell her what to do.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed Laura's legs under her knees. When I lifted her legs into the air, she fell backwards onto her back. In one continuous motion, I spread her legs and laid them down on the floor. Laura had a thick bush of dark pubic hair. She obviously trimmed it around the sides and top so that she could wear a bathing suit, but that's about it. I know many stories talk about shaved pussies, but there was something very erotic about her thick bush.
I leaned forward and played with her pubic hairs. They were softer than I had thought and I ran my fingers through them. I heard Laura's breathing get heavier and knew she was turned on by my touches. The room filled with the aroma of her sex and I leaned forward to inhale deeply.
"Don't smell me there," Laura cried out in embarrassment.
"Why not?"
"I'm dirty. You don't have to do that."
"You smell wonderful and I'm sure you will taste just as delicious."
"Oh no, you mustn't. You don't have to... oh god...!"
Laura stopped speaking as soon as my tongue snaked into her slit and licked up its length. Her hips uncontrollably jerked upwards, experiencing for the first time someone's tongue "down there". I was encouraged by her response and licked a few more times, causing moans of pleasure from my maid. But when my tongue entered her moist hole, Laura's body began jerking erratically, so much so that I had to hold onto her butt to steady her. When I thought she was ready to climax, I captured her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue against it.
"Oohhh... goodddd!! Oohh... aaahhhh... mmphff, mmphff... eerrraaagghhhhh!!!!" Laura screamed as she came hard.
While Laura was recovering from her orgasm, I leaned forward and began playing with her breasts; first with my hands and fingers, and then my mouth. I loved how long and hard her nipples got and pulled on them with my fingers and lips, flicking my tongue across them like I had done on her clit.
By the time Laura opened her eyes and smiled at me I was rock-hard again. I shifted a little and guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy. I was about to fuck my maid, a married woman. For a moment I put us into my story and imagined her husband watching us.
"Are you the woman in the story?" I asked.
"Yessss," Laura hissed.
"Then your husband is watching us. He's going to watch me fuck you."
Laura actually looked to the side as if expecting to see her husband there. Maybe, in her mind, she actually did because I saw a look of lust in her eyes. I didn't wait for her to look back at me and pushed my cock into her pussy. Laura continued to stare at the imaginary figure of her husband while I began pumping in and out of her. Then her head turned towards me; her face covered in rapture.
I looked down at my beautiful petite maid with her face covered in my sperm and her eyes filled with lust. I thrust harder into her with long strokes. Laura's hips met each of my thrusts, pushing up into them with her feet planted on the floor for leverage. I don't think I had ever seen a woman more aroused.
Laura began moaning and shouting, I thought, incoherently. Then I realized she was talking in Spanish. I didn't know what she was saying, but did recognize "más, más" ("more, more"). Laura was lost in her own sexual bliss as we fucked hard. Then I felt her body convulse just before her vagina muscles clamped my cock. I felt her moisture spread around my dick as she came again. I rammed my cock in and out of her ruthlessly, and then froze as my hot jism filled her pussy.
Afterwards, we both washed up and Laura finished cleaning my house while I went back to my computer. But I was too sexually exhausted to write, so I spent the time playing solitaire, not even caring if I won or lost. All I could think about was the great sex I had just had with a married woman.
Chapter 2
The next scheduled day for my housekeeper was two weeks later. Laura used her key to come into the house and I heard her scurrying about, bringing in her cleaning gear. I felt somewhat uneasy, not knowing how she would react to our adulterous sex the prior week. I considered sneaking out of the house and disappearing for the few hours it took her to clean my house, but I decided against it. I was never one for running away from conflict. When we eventually bumped into each other there was a momentary silence and then a strained greeting.
"Shall I clean your office first?" Laura asked like she usually did.
By getting the office out of the way, I was free to use the computer while she cleaned the rest of the house. It was our routine and had worked except for the previous time when she came in unannounced.
"Sure," I replied.
Laura began dusting the furniture while I lingered outside the room. I noticed that she kept glancing at the computer monitor which had turned dark when the power saving feature kicked in. I also noticed that she looked somewhat different. At first I couldn't put my finger on it (she was wearing her customary sweatshirt and jeans with her hair tied in a ponytail), but then I realized she was wearing makeup. Not a lot, but enough to bring out her beauty. When she completed the dusting, Laura went to get the vacuum cleaner and, when she passed me in the hall, her body brushed against mine. I smelled the faint fragrance of perfume, something else I never noticed before.
The vacuuming was completed and Laura gathered up her gear and dragged the vacuum cleaner out of the room. I went back to my desk and sat silently in front of my computer, staring at the blank screen.
"Did you finish the story?"
I jumped at the suddenness of Laura's voice. I quickly turned towards it and saw her standing just outside the room as if there was an invisible barrier keeping her out.
"I'm still working on it, but I've made some progress," I said.
"What happened to the woman?" my maid inquired. "Did she... you know... did it happen like, um... with us?"
"Why don't you read it and find out."
Laura crossed the threshold and walked towards me. I invoked Word and brought up the appropriate document while she stood silently next to me. Again, the whiff of her perfume entered my nostrils and traveled to my brain... which sent blood to my cock. I positioned the document to the part where the woman character was deep-throating the man while finger-fucking his ass. Getting up, I told Laura to sit in my chair which she did.
While Laura read the story, I stood behind her leaning over her shoulder and reading along with her. She was pleased to see that the man first came in the woman's mouth and then all over her face -- just like I did with her. I was very close to her and I knew she felt my breath on the side of her face and ear. When her breathing deepened, I placed a hand on her shoulder and gently massaged it.
Encouraged by not being rebuked, I slid my hand down her front until it cupped one breast and, to my surprise, there was another difference that I hadn't noticed due to the bulkiness of the sweatshirt -- she was braless. Her chest expanded as she took in a deep breath. I gently squeezed her perfect orb and got a sigh in response. Both of my hands went to the bottom of her sweatshirt and slipped underneath, sliding up her bare skin until I cupped both naked breasts. I began nibbling on her ear as my hands fondled her tits.
"Mmmmm," Laura moaned while she read.
Laura asked me questions about the story and I whispered my answers in her ear, ensuring more hot breath was used than necessary. It seemed to turn her on even more. All the while, my hands were playing with her breasts and tweaking her now very erect nipples. From time to time, I nibbled on the side of her neck and the area under her ponytail, making sure I didn't leave any hickies for her husband to discover.
When I released her breasts and slid my hand down her belly, I heard a disappointed sigh escape her lips. But when my hands began undoing her jeans, she rubbed the side of her face against mine to show her appreciation. When the button was opened and the zipper lowered, I rolled the chair backwards and turned it to the side. Stepping in front of Laura, I pulled her sneakers and socks off and then grabbed her pants at the waist. She lifted her ass off the chair to facilitate the removal of her clothes and I was able to pull her jeans and panties down her curvy legs. I noticed she wore bright red panties with "Victoria's Secret" repeatedly printed across the waistband -- expensive lingerie for just cleaning a house. I then pulled her sweatshirt over her head which left her sitting totally naked. Swiveling the chair back to face the computer, I got on my knees between her legs which I spread apart.
While Laura continued reading, I leaned forward and gently rubbed my lips on her thick pubic hair. Laura's knees moved further apart, urging me on. I didn't hesitate and spread her pussy-lips apart with my thumbs, licking her moist slit. Laura moaned her approval and I felt one of her hands on the back of my head, applying a slight pressure. I continued to lick her, occasionally flicking my tongue over her clit.
Laura's hand left my head and, when I looked up, I saw that she placed both hands on the arms of the chair. Then she lifted her legs, putting her heels on the top of the desk while scooting her butt to the edge of the chair. My married maid was obscenely exposed to me now, shamelessly offering herself.
I returned to her pussy, licking it all over and sucking on her clit. Laura's ass rose from the seat as she pressed her pussy into my face. I cupped her round buttocks in my hands like one would hold a basketball while making a two-handed shot, and stuck my tongue into her hole. Laura squealed her approval and I felt her thighs press against the sides of my head and then part again, only to squeeze my head between them once more. I gripped her buttocks firmer to ensure my tongue didn't lose its target and my thumbs slipped into the crack. This gave me an idea so I adjusted one hand and pressed my thumb against her anus. When I pushed it inside her asshole, I felt Laura's body stiffen and her rectum grip my finger. It was the first time she ever had anything in that hole.
I continued to tongue-fuck Laura who eventually relaxed her anal muscles. I pushed my thumb deeper into her anus until it was fully embedded. Then, while I moved my tongue in and out of her pussy, I moved my thumb in and out of her asshole. This was too much for Laura and she screamed loudly as her body convulsed in a huge orgasm. While she was cumming, I continued to lick and kiss her pussy all over while gently moving my thumb in and out of her asshole.
When Laura recovered, she smiled down at me and said, "I never came that hard before."
I returned her smile and swiped my tongue through her pussy like a dog licking a person's face. Then I wiggled my thumb inside her.
"I can't believe your thumb's in my ass," she exclaimed. "I was just reading the part in the story where the woman was on her hands and knees with her ass facing her husband. The man was shoving the husband's toothbrush in and out of the woman's asshole when I felt your finger enter me. I imagined it was my husband's toothbrush and he was watching. My god, that was so exciting. What happens next in the story? What happens with the toothbrush?"
"What do you think?" I asked with a wicked grin.
"Oh-my-god, she made her husband brush his teeth with it, didn't she?"
"Actually, that's where I stopped. The story isn't finished yet," I informed her.
"Tell me, what is going to happen? I have to know."
"Why don't we write it together," I said.
I watched Laura's face light up as I slowly pulled my finger out of her ass. Her expression was a mixture of sexuality and wickedness. I stripped and told her to stand up, which she did on wobbly legs. I sat in the chair and turned her body so that her back was to me. Pulling her down onto my lap, I held my hard cock down as I did it. When she was seated on my lap, my hard-on was between her legs.
"Raise up a little," I told her.
When Laura lifted up, I pulled my cock to a vertical position and pointed the tip at her hole. Laura understood my intentions and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. She was very wet and I slipped in without much difficulty. Laura was now sitting on my lap, facing the computer monitor, with my cock inside her cunt. I reached around her body and put my hands on the keyboard wondering what my high school typing teacher would say about my technique.
"Okay, what do you want to happen next?" I asked her, ready to type.
Laura thought a moment and then told me her ideas. I began typing and the letters magically appeared on the screen forming words, sentences, and paragraphs. While I typed, Laura would lift up and sit back down in a very slow fuck. She'd stop when she was thinking about what was to happen next in the story and I took the opportunity to fondle her tits or play with her clit. Sometimes I grew impatient and literally lifted my petite maid by the waist and pulled her back down on my hard-on.
We continued like that for quite a while -- thinking... typing... fucking. I discovered later that my 99% typing accuracy diminished significantly as I was getting closer to orgasm, but that was easily corrected when I proofread the story afterwards. I also found out that Laura had a wicked side, especially when it came to humiliating the husband in the story. I wondered if she was thinking of her own husband when she told me what to write. If so, there were definitely repressed feelings that came out.
I smiled at the progress we were making. Normally, I'd be typing with only one hand by now, but that wasn't necessary. Instead of my cock being in my fist while I typed the story, my cock was inside a very warm cunt, with Laura moving up and down. I felt her pussy juices dripping down my shaft and then I felt that familiar feeling in my balls. We were still at the time, Laura deep in thought about the next scene, when my cock exploded inside her pussy. Laura felt me gushing inside her and clenched her vagina muscles around my erupting cock, milking my sperm.
When I had stopped cumming, Laura turned her head around and pressed her lips to mine. It was the first time we actually kissed, and it was a very passionate one. When our lips separated, Laura told me what she wanted in the next scene and I began typing. The warmth of her pussy around my cock, the eroticism of the story, and the illicitness of what we were doing, kept my cock hard.
The storyline continued to unfold as Laura once again gently moved up and down on my hard cock. She had the husband in the story suck the other man's cock while his wife watched and ridiculed him. The woman in the story got onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at her husband who was still blowing the man. She told him to crawl over to her and lick her asshole which he obediently did. While he serviced her, she called him all kinds of names, like cocksucker and ass-licker. Then she told him to put the man's cock into her asshole so that he could take her anal virginity. The husband dutifully did what his wife requested and the other man began fucking her ass.
While I typed the details of the man ass-fucking the wife while her husband looked on, Laura was very quiet. Then she said, "Fuck me in the ass."
I had never done that before and hesitated. Then I helped Laura get on her tiptoes to dislodge my cock from her pussy -- it came out all slimy from my cum and her constantly moistening pussy. I held my slick dick in my fingertips, not wanting to get my hands sticky since I knew I'd soon be typing again, and held it vertical. I told Laura to lean forward. She put her hands on the desktop and tilted her ass up so that I could locate the tight puckered little hole. I guided her downward until the tip of my cock was against her asshole and told her to sit down slowly. Only part of my cock was inside when she stopped.
"Relax down there," I instructed her when I realized the problem. "Don't tighten up. Just relax and it will be okay. You're controlling it so if it hurts you can stop."
Laura took a deep breath and let the air out slowly, a relaxation technique she had learned in her natural childbearing classes. It did the trick and the weight of her body caused her to sink down a little, embedding my cock-head in her asshole. I felt the tight ring give and then clamp around my cock. I couldn't believe how tight it was.
Laura took several more deep breaths and then sunk down a little more. When she felt discomfort or simply felt we were stuck, Laura lifted up a bit and then sat down again. That allowed more of my cock to enter her asshole. Learning from her success, Laura began a slow up and down movement, sinking more and more of my cock into her each time. Eventually, my maid was sitting on my lap with my cock fully up her ass -- a place where even her husband had never been.
"Please... can I... rest... a while?" Laura asked, panting as if she had just run a marathon.
"Take your time. I think I can sit like this forever," I said, and lifted her ponytail as I kissed the nape of her neck.
Laura wiggled on my lap at the affectionate kiss and told me she was okay. She couldn't believe how full I made her feel, and I told her how tight she was. Laura leaned back on me and I encircled her body with my arms, holding her tight. Then one hand moved to her tit and played with it while my other hand rubbed her clit. Soon she was purring and her body began to move.
"Make the husband stick his face right next to his wife's ass so he can see the man's cock going in and out," Laura said, getting back to the story.
I pulled my hands from her body and wiped the finger that had been rubbing her clit on her thigh.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at my hand.
"Sorry, but I don't want to get the keyboard all sticky," I apologized, somewhat embarrassed for wiping my slimy finger on her.
Laura grabbed my hand and lifted it to her face. She stuck my finger into her mouth and licked it clean. "There, that should do it," she said with a giggle.
I began typing while Laura read the words as they appeared on the screen. I guess she liked what I was writing because she began breathing heavier and started clenching my cock with her ass. Then it was "déjà vu all over again" as she lifted up and sunk back down, except this time it was her ass that my cock was sliding in and out of.
One of Laura's hands went to her breast and the other between her legs. She was touching herself as she moved up and down on my cock. I kept typing, making errors that would have given me a failing grade back in high school, but neither of us seemed to notice... or care. It didn't take long for Laura to lean back onto my chest as she pinched a nipple between two fingers and viciously mauled her clit with the fingers of her other hand. She moaned loudly as she came.
When Laura recovered, I stood up carefully, making sure not to leave her ass. I pushed the chair backwards and it rolled away, giving me more room. I pushed on Laura's back until she leaned forward with her hands on the desk on either side of the keyboard. Then I put my hands on her buttocks and spread her ass-cheeks so that I could see my cock lodged inside her asshole. I slowly pulled my cock partway out, watching her tight ring cling to it, and then pushed it back inside. I kept doing this until I felt the urgency to fuck her harder. I moved my hands to her hips and held her tight as I began fucking my married maid's ass for real.
"Oh... ummphh... uuhh... uggh... aahhh...." Laura grunted as my cock pistoned in and out of her tight asshole with the force of a jackhammer.
Soon my thighs were slapping against her buttocks as my cock drove home. I kept ramming my hard cock in and out of her tight asshole until I couldn't stand it any more and reached around her waist, pulling her body to mine. I held her tight with our bodies pressed together and my chin on her shoulder as I moved my hips back and forth in a short, jerky movement. Then my arms tightened even more, pulling her against me, as I filled her anal cavity with my scalding sperm.
When we recovered, we washed up and Laura cleaned my house. When she was leaving she asked me if I was going to finish the story.
"I think I'll wait a couple of weeks before getting back to it," I said with a wink.
Laura got onto her tiptoes to kiss me. She then left with a knowing smile.
THE END
