Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Slowly, the virility dribbles off and I lean against the shower wall, panting and huffing. Goddamn, that felt good! A quick peek through one of the clear sections of the glass pane show me that Angela’s disappeared, but that’s okay. I got what I came for, and as my semen swirls down the shower drain, I know what comes next. My beautiful housekeeper’s pink lips on the head of my cock as she tastes my spunk ... and swallows it like the good girl she is.
7
Angie
I run so fast out of Mr. Masters’s suite that I must look like a crazy woman. One of the maids on staff stops me in the hall, her expression alarmed.
“Are you okay, Ms. White?” she asks, eyes wide. “What’s wrong?”
I manage to collect myself before shooting her a calm smile.
“I’m okay! Sorry, I heard over the airwaves that there was a leak in one of the bathrooms, and I wanted to get there before it floods,” I reply, patting the walkie talkie strapped to my waist.
“Oh of course,” the young maid says, stepping out of my path immediately. “That’s an emergency! Don’t let me get in your way.”
I nod and start walking briskly again, but my mind’s not on the fake leak. At least, not that kind of leak because what I saw wasn’t a leak. It was beautiful waterfall caused by my gorgeous employer, groaning and straining as he emptied his dick in the shower.
I pause again, staring at the floor while breathing hard because the imagery is so sexy and overwhelming. Dominic Masters is a god. He was tall, broad, and huge, and so virile too, with streams of seed that seemed endless. He blasted while shouting his pleasure, and the fact is that I came too. I was touching myself beneath my skirt, and my fingers played with the sensitive folds of my pussy when climax came for me.
To be sure, my cries were thin and reedy compared to the alpha male’s roars.
“Dominic!” I panted. “Mmm, yes, touch me there!”
But danger lurked and as soon as I came back to my senses, I rushed out of the master suite. I don’t think Dominic noticed me at all because he was obviously lost in male pleasure, his shouts ringing in the small bathroom.
But now, I’ve seen my handsome employer masturbating, and nothing can erase the image from my mind, from his dark hair and bronzed skin, to the heavy thighs and pure fuckpower of his ten-inch shaft. What would it be like to have that in my pussy? What would it feel like to come on his penis, my internal walls squeezing his cock and milking it of all that delicious spunk? What would it feel like to have his semen dripping from me at all hours of the day, a special secret that only I’m aware of?
I’d love to find out, but it’s a pipe dream because I’m the man’s housekeeper. Dominic Masters is a powerful billionaire, whereas I’m the woman who literally cleans his office and sweeps his floors. Obviously, I’m completely out of touch with reality, and my shoulders slump with disappointment.
At that moment, the walkie talkie at my belt crackles to life, and lo and behold, but it’s the boss himself.
“Angela,” Dominic’s deep voice sounds. “Can you come by for a sec?”
I grab the handheld and hold it to my lips, my heart racing again. Oh god, I wish I could control my reaction to this man, but I can’t, and struggle to sound normal.
“Yes, certainly sir. Shall I meet you in your home office? Or the library?”
Static sounds for a moment, but then his voice comes across loud and clear.
“No, in my suite please. Thanks.”
With that, he hangs up and I’m left flustered and alone in the hallway. Oh my god, did he see me in the master suite just now? Does he know that I watched him shower, lusting after that virile male form? Does he ...?
Stop, the head in my voice warns. Just play it by ear. If he knows, then so be it, because there’s nothing you can do about it now.
Little comfort that is! But the voice is right, and with my heart fluttering, I make a u-turn and slowly, head back to Mr. Masters’ bedroom. Once there, I knock tentatively on the massive wooden slab.
“Mr. Masters?” I call in what I hope is a normal-sounding voice. “It’s Angela.”
“Come,” he growls.
I open the door slowly, and the sight that greets me is even more disconcerting than expected. The boss is standing in the middle of the room, huge and masculine ... and he’s not dressed. Instead, his massive form is still damp from the shower, and he’s got a white towel wrapped around his waist as he rubs at his hair with another towel. My eyes go wide at seeing those six pack abs, and my thighs squeeze together with a wobbly ache.