I had to sustain my succeeding fix. Touching myself in populace wasn't going to do it for me today.

Yesterday I had driven down to the dear shopping center and sat on a bench flop outside of Macy's and placed my purse on my lap and rammed my fingerbreadth down the forepart of my pants and went to town. It was a busy time of day and I figure the security measures precaution who kept circling me like a athirst hawk knew what I was up to but I finished in disc time and was off the judiciary and out the door before I was thrown out of the plaza for libidinous behavior and into the county jail. Fuck that.

I had to regain a job. I couldn't keep open"renting"myself out on"dates."If I had to lie one more time just to get a few extra long horse to a man whose dick I didn't want anywhere near me, I was going to take on the grisly use of Charlize Theron in colossus. Ok, that was an exaggeration. Still. Never hurts to plan ahead.

I need a potable.

I stopped off at a local hole-in-the-wall pub, called Last birdsong and figured I'd be there til just that..Last Call.

The Night before I had met a guy named hot dog who kept buying me toast and I felt obliged to go home base with him. He promised to buy me dinner party and a cab fare home and a few"extra dollars"because he"liked me so much."

That's not prostitution. Is it ? nether region, I didn't attention anymore. Money is all green and it spends the same, no matter if I fuck my boss or fuck a bar stool champion, right ? Oh beneficial god, I'm a prostitute.

'' Annie, you'll never be anything. You will just be like your tart Mama and have 17 illegitimate children who will most probably end up on eudaimonia or in prison house, just like the rest of you child who dropped out of school. Nobodies. ``

piece of ass you, Aunt Christmas carol, I said in my head word and most likely out loud. That bitch never knew when to shut her pie gob except to chew her food. At least she gave us that.

So here I sat on the same stool as final evening breast feeding my scotch, extra neat.

Extra neat. What the fuck does that even imply ?

A man sat two stools down and looked like an executive of sorting but to be reliable he looked a petty out of place here in this golf hole. Wondered if he was wandering around for some stray. Renting myself hybridise my psyche again but figured I'd call it a Night after my"superfluous neat"Scotch malt whisky.

Feeling a bit buzzed from the alcohol, I sauntered over to nib ... .that's what I had named him in my head .... and asked him why was a practiced looking rich man like him doing slumming with the scoop of us downtowners.

Bill, as it turns out, was the pal of the barkeep, and his epithet was actually Stephen. With a"ph."How fancy.

So, Stephen and I struck up a conversation about the weather while I thought about how big his hands were and wondered if his putz held that same statistic.

Before I knew it, I had my mitt on Stephen with a ph's leg and was moving in. He kind of backed up sideways and peered at me and asked me what was I doing out alone.

He was no rocket scientist, that I could assure. Bill could evidence I was a worthless whore like my auntie Christmas carol liked to tell me and beg to Jesus to facilitate me turn my living around. Sir Leslie Stephen, card, all the Same to me. Whatever. Fuck auntie Carol.

Somehow he mentioned he had just moved to the metropolis and needed a housekeeper. wellspring, why not ? I'd been renting my piece of tail body out to men for so retentive I had not considered there might be a real job out there that paid decent money. Yet, here I saw talking to Stephen about his lack of servants. Stephen needed a maid because he had no wife or kids and didn't want to be burdened with such wearisome meaningless things.

He asked me what my life history was. Pffft. Career. I about spitting out my excess neat scotch."life history,"I said."well Sir Leslie Stephen, I don't have a career.

He took my figure and I walked habitation thinking Sir Leslie Stephen wouldn't call option. I bet if his name was pecker he would call. Sir Leslie Stephen. Pfft.

"What the ass is all of this nonsense ? ?"The damn phone was ringing louder than I'd ever heard it ring. I answered. Stephen asked me to stop by for an interview. I got the address, got dressed, and hurried over. I'm sure my clunker of a car made a great impression as it backfired while I was parking in the circular drive. Fuck me now.

Where's a surplus neat scotch when you need it ?

Stephen answered the room access after the start knock. I then noticed there was a doorbell. God, he must think I am as uncouth as Aunt Carol.

"Annie ?"

"Yes ?"

"Do you have any experience in this melodic line of work ?"

"Well, I helped kindle my brothers and sisters and helped a few kinsfolk appendage out. I know the basics of cleaning a house."

"This one is different ... ..,"Sir Leslie Stephen trailed off.

holy place fucking balls. Guess I was"renting"again. Wouldn't fucking aunty Christmas carol be proud ?

"Let's cut right field to the chase, Annie. I am a different kind of man, one many wouldn't employment for so you need to know what the expectations are because they are dissimilar and I am not pressuring you to take this job, but if you do, I expect entire cooperation."

Doesn't all bosses ? God I was getting horny.

"This job isn't like any other maid place. You will be paid weekly, above norm for the understanding I will discuss later and you will birth the selection to be a live-in maid or you may come early and leave late. Duties will let in wash, vacuuming, tidying the house, dusting, staple inside work, no cooking."

Were we not going to eat ?

"Barbara is our fully time James Cook and she is over everything in the kitchen and she doesn't stay over dark. If I entertain of the eve, you will be required to serve her serve dinner but other than that, you are just the maiden. Any motion ?"

"Yeah. When do I start ?"I needed a house, although he didn't need to sleep together that shit.

"First we talk about the former role that goes along with this job."

"Ok,"I said.

"If things aren't clean to my desire and expectation, I will spank you. You do not have to bear a traditional housemaid's uniform but you must enclothe overnice. If you have no nice clothes, I will take you shopping to get the apparel you will need. There are former, more coarse punishments, but suffice to say there will be spankings."

Spankings ? What the piece of ass ?

"I'll take the job."

Stephen decided that evening he would take me shopping to get the essential items for me to prune up to be a maid. We shopped for 60 minutes getting the right wearing apparel. Not too long, not too short, show just enough cleavage but not pour forth out. The man knew what he wanted. He sprang for a new haircut and elan and we were loaded down with shoes and wearing apparel and skirt and jewellery by the sentence we were finished. I never felt more like"Pretty Woman"in my stallion life.

Aunt Carol was right. I'm a whore.

tinker's dam unspoilt one though.

He showed me to my"fourth part"and gave me a elaborated list of what must be done each day before he came household.

That night I took a tenacious tub with scent Georgia home boy and felt pampered. I was relaxing in a immense white porcelain tub when he just waltzed in like the doorway wasn't locked.

I just laid there looking at him in shock. He smiled and got down on one stifle and told me he had laid out what I was to wear the next day. Apparently this was going to happen every single day.

The bed was Brobdingnagian and wondrous. I sank down inside it and snuggled down deeply and kip like a infant. I didn't hear an dismay. Probably because I didn't set it. Getting up was hard because that bed was divine. I had chores.

I put on my new attire and I felt like I owned the business firm. But I was just the housemaid. I got the tilt out and started working on dusting the entire house. This fucking house was huge and it took three hours to complete. My substructure were sore from walking in the mellow bounder he insisted I wear while cleaning.

Upon his arrival, I met him at the door, as noted in my instructions, and we exchanged pleasantries. Sir Leslie Stephen immediately put on a tweed glove.

REALLY ? ?

He went through the house rubbing everything while I stood with my work force clasped waiting on a verdict of a job well done.

He turned to me and said"may I see you in the bedroom, delight ?"

Sure.

We entered the master sleeping room and he showed me his baseball glove weren't spotless. He explained this is where I would get disciplined.

I felt like a child. I couldn't believe he was unplayful. How humbling. I was 31 years old for CHRISSAKE.

Stephen bent me over the bed and pulled my dress up and pulled my panties down below my ass and placed one hired man on my back to keep on me still, or at to the lowest degree move over the illusion he was"making"me be still. His hired man could barely be felt.

He first spanked one impertinence and then the next, back and forth, until I was getting very uncomfortable. He narrated how many licks he had given me and how many to a greater extent I deserved and asked me if I knew why I was getting spanked.

I said,"I didn't junk well enough ? It was phrased more like a question than a statement.

I was correct.

But then .... I felt his fingers tug my impudence apart and slip his finger inside the crevice of my ass. This was thrilling to say the to the lowest degree but we had no prior word about this. I was aroused so I didn't say anything. This prompted him to go deeper. He pulled my panties all the way down and they fell around my ankle. He tapped my shoes making me go around my wooden leg wider. He put his hand beneath my ass and rubbed the top of my pussycat. My clitoris started to tumefy. I was getting wet and I was a slight humiliated about this because I didn't cognise how far this was going to go and I needed this job and didn't want him to think I was a common whore, even though I guess I was .... Should I stop him ? I'm going with ... No.

He petted my pussycat lips and fan out them with one fingerbreadth and dipped one inside me. He could feel my warmth and wetness and he was teasing me. My ass was still stinging from the spanking but nothing major. Humiliating to someone who never had that done to them but this was overtaking the focus.

His pants unzipped, I heard it materialise. Was he going to fuck me ?

Yes. He was.

He had his tool aimed right at my mother fucker and he started slowly putting the psyche of his dick inside my ass. My ass was resistant and tight but he kept pushing.. I felt his breathing spell in my ear ..."You want this cock inside your ass, Annie ?"

Breathless, I answered,"yes."

"Say please."

"Please."

"Please what ?"

"Please pass me that big fat shaft in my ass !"

"Yeah ! Say it again."

"I want to sense your dick in my ass."

And I did.

He was pounding my ass. The spanking was nothing compared to the beating my ass was taking from this man's putz. He had me hang over the bed, my ass in the air, he ripped the clothes right off my consistence and before I knew it he had me turned over and we were sitting up with my legs wrapped around his chiseled body, still connected by his putz in my ass. He bounced me up and down and he said,"you want dad's putz in that niggling wet slit ?"

I did want that.

"Say you want daddy's big dick."

"I want your big hawkshaw in my slit, daddy, establish it to me."

Out of my ass and into my cunt, not missing a metre."Daddy loves his pussy."

I agreed, I loved Daddy's prick in my pussy, too. We rolled around and I ended up on merchant ship with my wooden leg cattle farm and he took my right tit in his rima oris and swirled his natural language around the mamilla. He licked me from my Chin down to my throat, around my tits, down my stomach and kissed the pocket-sized agglomerate of hairless slit, all wet from being fucked and now he was kissing me there, licking me there, telling me daddy loved his little cunt.

I loved daddy at this very present moment even though I knew it was the sex and later I would not love daddy so much.

Daddy spread my legs open wide and over my head and put his gumshoe back in my twat and I could severalise by his breathing he was about to cum all over me. He pulled out and let it force out all over my cunt, belly, tits, and neck. I looked up and he was still wearing his tie.

I'm gon na like this job .