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The tight black maid’s dress is at the tips of her fingers. If she wanted to lift up her skirt and show me, she could. Oh shit. I’m dying for a glimpse of that tight little pussy, wet and puffy. My cock twitches in anticipation. Good thing my pants are black because cum is leaking onto the fabric front. She’s got to be able to see the bulge.
But I keep going like nothing’s wrong.
“In the living room. I saw you, on all fours on the floor.”
She blushes again as I smile wolfishly.
“Don’t be shy. Look, I know I’m being a little forward. It’s just that I’ve never seen anyone like you before,” I say simply. “Never.”
And slowly, I raise my hand. The need is too strong, and I reach out to trace the bottom of her skirt with my fingertip.
“Mr. Bates, I-”
“Never in my whole life have I seen someone as pretty as you,” I trace my finger onto the nylon of her thigh now. My digit moves a little ways under her skirt now, gentle and unassuming. “May I?” is my courteous question.
Of course, she doesn’t really have a choice. I’m a self-made billionaire who’s as handsome as fuck, while she’s the maid who literally works on her hands and knees in front of me, scrubbing the floor. Our positions are so imbalanced that there’s only one right answer.
Imperceptibly, the girl nods.
“Good,” I say with satisfaction. Slowly, I move my hand between her legs and slide it gently up her thigh. Oh shit. My hand’s approaching a furnace, she’s so hot. And as my fingers move slowly up that luscious flesh, I feel it then. This girl’s so wet that she’s leaked through the fabric of her panties.
Oh yell yeah. Just my type.
I slide my hand over that juice and squeeze lightly through the lace, savoring the puffy, full flesh. She lets out a moan.
“Mr. Bates, I- …” The girl pants helplessly, eyes wide as she teeters before me. Just then Albie calls from the kitchen.
“Lacy, we need you out here. The grocery delivery just showed up!”
Fuck this! Fuck Albie! But in response, I pull my hand back from her cunt and take a deep sniff of those female juices on my fingertips.
“Lacy is it?” I grind out.
“Yes. That’s me.”
“Lacy, I’m going to need to see you in my private bathroom when you’re finished helping Albie. There is a stain in the grout, and maybe you can help me get it out. We’ll use special tools.”
She smiles and it’s like the heavens singing, sunshine streaming through the clouds to bathe me in a warm light. I can’t help it. I have to know.
“What’s a girl like you doing cleaning house anyway?” I ask again.
But Lacy has me wrapped around her little finger already. With a mysterious smile, she leaves my office without bothering to answer. I watch her ass sway back and forth as she moves across the room. Now my cock is really raging. I need to dump my hot jism in her sweet holes, panting as she cums on my dick.
And I guess this is a good thing because I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Not since I first enlisted. Not since the first days of basic training when I ran my body hard, hurtling over obstacles with a gun in hand and a fifty-pound pack on my back. I felt alive then. But the years of war took something from me, and I’m looking for that missing piece now.
Maybe she’s it. Maybe this Cinderella will bring my body back to life and make me whole once more. I don’t know. I hope so.
I stride out of the office and down the hall to my bedroom. The bed’s done up in black satin sheets, and there’s a view of the New York City skyline worth millions. I imagine taking Lacy out of that little maid’s dress and throwing her on the sheets of my king-size mattress. How many lonely nights have I spent in that bed, sorrow coursing through my veins? Escaping the pain of having a perfectly toned body and a couple billion dollars in my bank account, but no sweet princess to share it with?
But now, maybe the story’s different. Lacy’s a part of my household now. She showed up in my home. She eats my food. She gets paid from my bank account. In short, the girl belongs to me, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
I stride to the attached en suite where a massive shower stall beckons. I want to take her there. I want to jet my cum deep inside her as her curves quiver and shake, the blonde fucked so hard. But when the time comes, can I do it? It’s been so long.
Suddenly, there’s a soft knock and Lacy pushes the bathroom door open. I’m staring in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection. My chiseled jaw and penetrating blue eyes look back at me, along with the ink-black hair I’ve had since birth. Yep, that’s me. Howard Bates, billionaire veteran.
“Mr. Bates?” she murmurs.
“Lacy. I’m so glad you could make it. I know you’re a dedicated worker, and you like to make dirty things clean again, correct?”
