Maid for Sex

I was dusting in the hallway when John’s door suddenly flew open. It was strange really. A few things happened all at once. I turned, my eyes wide, I thought I was alone. He looked just as shocked to see me there and in that moment the towel he was wearing fell to the ground.

I couldn’t help it, I swear! He was just there and naked and I looked down… Holy Shit. The man was hung. I suppose I should have guessed given his build that he’d have a yummy fat cock, but still. My body flooded with heat and my pussy clenched and I think I leaked a little on my panties.

“Do you have a licence for that beast?” The words were out before I realised I was speaking. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Why?” He lifted his brows at me. “Wanna take it for a ride.”

I licked my lips as I thought about that and his eyes widened when I didn’t respond right away. Talking about responding. His cock just got fatter and longer.

“That’s not a ‘no’” he said, smirking.

All I could manage was a naughty smile. Saying yes to random sex with men I don’t really know does not come naturally. That didn’t mean I was saying no.

“Babe,” he murmured, grabbed my hand and yanked me inside. I think I dropped my feather duster.