The Billionaire's Maid (Deflowered by the Boss) (2 page)

When I served dinner I retired to
the kitchen to eat the food that I had prepared for myself. Mr.
Anderson had initially said when I was hired that I should dine with
them, but Mrs. Anderson had apparently thought that to be unworkable.
‘What if someone comes over’, she had said. ‘We
need to keep up appearances’.

When the happy couple had
completed their meals I collected their plates, and took them into
the kitchen. Positioned at the sink I heard a cough, Mr. Anderson
standing in the doorway.

“
I
thought it might be wise to announce my arrival”, he said with
a smile. “That china isn’t cheap”.

Ah
yes,
I
thought to myself.
I
have a habit of being surprised
.

“
That’s
probably a good idea”, I said with a smile. “Coffee?”.

Together we sat again at the
table, chatting about absolutely nothing of importance. World news.
My family. His car. I hung onto his every word and hoped that he
wouldn’t notice my reddening chest.

“
I
really like chatting with you”, he said as he took his coffee
cup to the sink. “You get me”.

“
Likewise”,
I said, standing to walk in his direction. In my mind I threw my cup
to the floor, leapt into his strong arms and allowed him to
passionately kiss me. In actuality only the first part was true, as
fumbling I dropped my mug. Mr. Anderson lunged forward, cat like
reflexes and plucked it out of the air when it was merely an inch
from impact. Standing, his face close to mine I could feel his breath
on my cheek as he exhaled.

Stuck in this moment for what felt
like hours we looked into each others eyes. The tension in the room
so thick it could be cut, wrapped and served for lunch I felt an
irresistible urge to move in for the kill, to have the kiss that the
occasion deserved. Just as we started to move towards each other, our
eyes both closing, his wife’s voice called from the dining
room.

I figured that it was probably for
the best. What if we had kissed? What if things had gone further?
What if he had taken me on the kitchen table? He was hardly about to
leave his attractive trophy wife for a frumpy young virgin maid.

That night I bathed in silence and
without deviating from the task. Cleanliness only. I considered my
options and wondered if the store in town might be hiring. Perhaps it
would be better to leave some space between myself and this couple.

In the morning I again stood at
the window and watched as Mr. Anderson walked to his car. Again I
placed my palm to the glass, hoping against my better judgment that
he might turn around. I knew I couldn’t have him, I knew I
shouldn’t have him; but that couldn’t ever stop me from
wanting him.

Mrs. Anderson clearly meant
business today as well. She had already selected her outfit when I
went to bring her tea and the mail. She was meeting with her
irritating friends at the country club and playing golf, and would be
absent for the day.

I
watched from the garden as she left and wandered around the grounds
of the house for a few minutes. Turning back to walk to the house I
heard another car drive up the driveway. ‘
Dumb
bitch forgot her purse’
I
thought to myself, turning to greet her arrival.

To my surprise, though not my
dismay, it was not Mrs. Anderson who approached. Her husband pulled
in front of the garages. Getting out of his car he spotted me among
the lilacs and sprinted towards me.

“
Can
I help you with anything?”, I called as he approached.

“
You
might say that”, he said.

Taking me by the hand he lead me
around the side of the house to the kitchen door. Opening it he waved
me in, then directed me to the very spot that I had been standing on
the previous night at the moment that the cup had been dropped.
Standing close to me, as close as he had 12 hours earlier, he held my
shoulders in his hands. Again I could feel his breath on my cheek,
again the chemistry that had flooded this room the previous evening
returned.

“
I
need to know”, he said huskily. “I need to know what
happens next”.

My brain attempted to send warning
signals that my body ignored. My heart pounding, I knew that I could
be within minutes of knowing what it would be like to be a lover.
Leaning towards him we both closed our eyes once more. Holding
ourselves a fraction of an inch away from each other I felt his warm
breath on my lips. Holding back no more, I pressed my open mouth
against his, sending my tongue to dance with his. My hand on the back
of his head I ran my fingers through his hair, twirling his short
locks, digging my fingernails into his scalp.

His hands fast, he reached for my
blouse. Unbuttoning rapidly he pushed the fabric to my shoulders, his
fingers darting towards my tits. Lowering the lace over my breasts he
grabbed my nipples in his hands, before breaking our embrace to take
one into his mouth. He sucked strongly, sending pleasure throughout
my body. My nipples usually sensitive but never before this erect
played with his tongue and he nibbled and teased.

Standing he faced me. Dropping to
my knees I dove into his crotch, unzipping him quickly. His already
erect cock sprang towards me, begging for my mouth. My full lips
kissed his head, my tongue sliding down his shaft as I warmed him up
for my throat. Kissing the underside of his cock he panted, groaning,
pleading for me to take him. Grabbing his meat in my hand I held it
up while I licked his every inch, before taking him fully into my
mouth. I sucked generously, holding nothing back as his hands ran
down my back towards my drenched pussy.

Lifting me up he pushed me back
onto the kitchen table, opening my legs. He slid my panties down to
my ankles, allowing my freshly shaved pussy to see him. It yearned
for his cock, for his tongue, for his fingers. Kissing my calves and
then my thighs he made his way towards his destination, his tongue
tracing the outline of my pussy. A small but steady stream of my
juice escaping from my folds he feasted upon me, swallowing my scent.

Going straight for my clit he
twirled it with his tongue while sending a finger into my pussy.
Gently fucking me he licked my throbbing clit, sending me into a
burst of expectant pleasure. As much as I loved the feel of him
between my legs I knew that I needed his cock and I begged him for
it.

“
Please”,
I begged. “Fuck me now!”.

Standing he put his hands on my
bent knees and positioned himself before me. His meaty dick pointed
towards me I grasped it, pulling him towards me. Rubbing his head
around my folds I could take no more, and directed it to its goal.
With one leg now behind his ass I guided him into me, feeling his
cock fill my channel. Buried to the hilt I held him there, not
wanting to let go of my prize.

Slowly he pulled out then
immediately pushed himself into me, a shuddering assault that left me
breathless. Deeper even than before he rammed his cock into my gaping
pussy, stretching my very being.

Faster and deeper he fucked me,
sweat running down his chest to combine with my escaped nectar. His
hammering taking us both to orgasm, he pulled out and sent his hot
cum onto my stomach.

Dressing silently we both grinned,
knowing that we’d just done something that was quite wrong, but
which felt quite right. Walking over to him I took his head in my
hands, kissing his forehead tenderly.

“
I
suppose it’s a good thing that you saw me the other night”,
I said with a smile. “That must have given you an idea of what
you were getting”.

“
Come
again?”, he said. A smile still on his lips he had a quizzical
look on his face.

“
The
other night”, I said - looking into his eyes. “My room.
You saw me, right?”.

“
Must
have been a ghost”, he said as he brought me in for a hug. “Or
my wife”.

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