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The house servant Slave.

I wake up to a strange, yet fellow genius. A sensation of wet sass around my hard,

morning time Sir Henry Joseph Wood, and easygoing, blonde hair draped over my thigh. I lift my head slightly and unfold a

bingle eye, to see her. She looks beautiful, the sunrise sun coming through the break up drapery

and illuminating her small-scale, blanch fount. I reach down and gently cup her cheek, while moving her

long, blonde hair out of her case."Good short toy, '' I say with a smile as I glance at the clock in

the bulwark to see it is exactly 7:00 am. She raises her middle, and locks them with mine."Thank you,

Sir. ”, she says happily in her small, barely audible voice."Now go get me my apparel for today, ''

I order in a soft, yet business firm note. I slowly sit up in my king-sized bed, as my domestic break one's back quickly

hops off the bed. Her firm, plump ass sways as she gets to the cupboard and pulls out the apparel she

laid out for me the night before.

"khakis and a dress shirt, eh ? '' think to myself, while pulling myself out of bed."She sure knows

what I like."I stand by the bed as she brings me my clothes, my dick outset to go flaccid,

but still covered in her spittle."Good female child. Now go start breakfast, '' I say as I grab my apparel and

set out to put them on."Yes Sir ! '' she says excitedly with a giggle before skipping out of the

room. I glance once More at her perfect bottom, while my cock begins to constrain once again. I

shake off my head and Begin to slowly put on my clothes, giving her plentifulness of fourth dimension to prepare some

breakfast. As I button my cuffs, I sit down at my desk and power on my PC. Just as I open my

first email, Joy comes in."Some chocolate, Sir ? '' she asks. I look over and notice that she has

changed into her skimpy maid rig and is holding a tray with a hot cup of coffee on it."Yes,

thank you, Joy, '' I say while grabbing the mug and setting it on my desk.

"Is there anything else I can do for you right now, Sir ? '' she asks politely."Not right now. Go

back to cooking. ”, I say distracted by my work emails. She simply nods and takes the tray back

to the kitchen. I successfully answer all of the important emails, when Joy comes back in."Sir,

breakfast is nearly done. ”, she states proudly. I turn and look at her and notice her fit out again.

It's a typical"sexy"housemaid turnout. Except this one is in high spirits quality and very comfy, however,

it is very revelation. The bounder have slight heave to them, but aren't too tall, paired with a thigh heights,

clean air-sleeve. These lead to a skirt that is way too dead. It fully reveals the crotch of her panties,

which are too narrow in the front, which shows off some of her pussy rim on either side. The

blouse is white and frilly, with a black-market overcoat. The blouse and overcoat are cut perfectly to

allow a vista of her diaphragm through a diamond cutout. They also allow her cleavage to spill over

the top, accentuating her perfect, C-cup breasts. This is all topped off with her pulled back haircloth

and a small-scale amah'hat.

"good girl. I was just about to get up to see when it was done, '' I say as I stand up and take the air by

her. As I do, she obverts her eye and looks at the land. I gently rub the top of her head as I

walk to the dining room. I sit down at the head of the table as she brings out a plate of Bacon and

eggs with toast and hash browns. She places a warmly cup of coffee in front of me as I grab my

tongue and ramification. She slowly kneels following to me as I grab my phone and lead off reading the news.

After my first bit, I glance over at her and say `` Come, fornicatress. Under the table. hero-worship me with

your mouth. '' I go back to my phone as she squeals in excitement.

She quickly crawls under the table and runs her hand up my thighs. I read the in vogue dense thing

that the president said, while she quickly, and skillfully unbuckles and unzips my pants. She puts

her tiny men into my fly and pulls out my trailer truck heavy cock. Using her skilled fingers, she gently

begins to twitch it, as it starts to harden in her script. Soon, I feel her soft, perfect sassing gently kiss the

tip of my hammer. I hear a moan as she savors my precum, before she sucks the tip into her mouth.

Her clapper swirls over my hole as her hand gently jerks my diaphysis.

I slow down my eating as I enjoy her oral fissure. Her glossa slowly snakes its way down my shaft, then back up to the head

before she takes the capitulum and some ray deep into her lilliputian back talk. I shudder silently as I focus

on the article I am reading to try and not cum. She places both of her small hands on my thighs,

as she leans forwards and takes every inch of me into her throat suddenly. I let out a belittled moan

before she pulls her head back, drool coming off of my tip and landing on her chin. I gain my

composure before looking down at my lap. She kisses the tip of my prick and smiles up at me

with pride before opening her sass and swallowing me all the way. I grunt and rock my head,

scooping up some more of my orchis onto my ramification and into my mouth. Her sassing wrap tightly

around the base of my peter as she slowly, and teasingly pulls her head back until her lips are

wrapped tightly around the head of my cock.

I continue eating, while trying not to cum while she sinks her lips back down my shaft. All the way, with as much suction as she can muster. She begins to bob her straits up and down, her lousy blond hair falling all over my lap, concealing her boldness. She continually takes my hammer all the way into her pharynx and then backs it out. She speeds up, just as I am nearing the end of my breakfast. When I feel I am close to

cumming, I grab her hairsbreadth firmly and pull her nous back. She reaches up and grabs my rooster

firmly, and begins jerking it. I moan a trench, guttural moan as I shoot rope after forget me drug of hot, wooden-headed

cum all over her somewhat face. She continues jerking me slowly, squeezing every last drop out of

my cock.

Soon, I let go of her haircloth,"Stand up, '' I say firmly."You are to break my cum on your

face all day, as a sign of a job well done."She giggles and smiles up at me."Gladly, Sir. ”, she

says through her smile. I lean down and gently kisses her forehead, before turning and looking at

the clock."Ok, my small slave. I have to leave for work. Be ready for me when I come home, '' I

say as I start walking towards the threshold, grabbing my keys and briefcase."How do you want me,

Sir ? '' she asks, while standing behind me, hands folded in front line of her."Face down, ass up. I

want you to be cook to be used when I get back."“ Yes, Sir, '' she says with a suggestion of happiness in

her spokesperson."upright lady friend, '' I say with a smirk as I walk out .