Teasing Hubby All Day in My Slutty Maid Costume
I woke up already wet with anticipation. Hubby had left for his morning workout, so I slipped into the full ensemble: the black satin maid dress with the plunging neckline that barely contained my heavy tits, the frilly white apron tied tight around my waist, the lacy garter belt, and those thigh-high fishnet stockings that dug into my soft, thick thighs just right. The choker with “Property” on it hugged my throat like a reminder of who I belong to. I finished it off with the little white headpiece perched in my wild curls and the sky-high black heels that made my ass pop.
By the time he got home, I was vacuuming the living room, bent over at the waist so the short skirt rode up and showed the lacy tops of my stockings and the bare curve of my ass cheeks. No panties. I wanted him to see how my pussy was already glistening. “Morning, Master,” I purred, looking back over my shoulder with a wicked smile.
His eyes darkened instantly. I could see the bulge in his gym shorts twitch. But he played along, grunting something about needing coffee while I swayed my hips extra hard, letting the frilly hem flutter and flash my dripping cunt every few steps.
All day long I kept it up. I “accidentally” dropped things so I had to bend over right in front of him—slow, deliberate, spreading my legs just enough for him to see my swollen lips and the slick trail running down my inner thigh. I dusted the shelves on my tiptoes, tits bouncing, nipples hard and visible through the thin satin. Every time he reached for me I danced away with a teasing giggle: “Not yet, Sir. I’m not done cleaning.”
By afternoon he was practically vibrating. I could see the vein in his neck pulsing, his fists clenched at his sides. I served him lunch on my knees, leaning forward so my cleavage spilled out, then “spilled” a little sauce on my thigh and made him watch me slowly wipe it up with my fingers and suck them clean while staring into his eyes. He lasted longer than I expected. But around 4pm, something in him finally snapped. I was on all fours wiping the baseboards when I felt his hand fist in my hair. Hard “Enough.”
Before I could even gasp he yanked me up, spun me around, and slammed me face-down onto the couch. My tits squished against the cushions, ass up high, skirt flipped over my back. I heard the clink of metal and then cold cuffs snapped around my wrists, pinning them behind me. A thick ball gag was forced between my lips and buckled tight, muffling my moan into a wet, desperate sound. “You’ve been a fucking cocktease all day,” voice rough with need. “Now you’re going to take what you earned.”
He dropped to his knees behind me, grabbed my hips, and buried his face in my soaked pussy. No teasing, no gentle licks—just his hot, hungry mouth devouring me. His tongue shoved deep inside my cunt, fucking me with it while his nose ground against my asshole. He sucked my swollen clit hard, then lapped at my dripping hole like he was starving. I screamed into the gag, drool already running down my chin, hips bucking wildly against his face. My thighs trembled in the fishnets as he ate me like a man possessed, two thick fingers slamming into me, curling against my G-spot while he tongued my clit mercilessly. I came so hard my vision went white, pussy gushing all over his tongue and chin. He didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking through my orgasm until I was shaking and whimpering, oversensitive and desperate for more.
Then he stood up. I heard his zipper, felt the fat, throbbing head of his cock slap against my ass. He didn’t warn me—he just lined up and drove every thick inch into my dripping cunt in one brutal thrust. I wailed into the gag as he stretched me open, balls-deep, my walls clenching around him. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he snarled, gripping my cuffed wrists like handles as he started pounding me. Hard. Deep. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the room—schlick-schlick-schlick—mixed with my muffled screams and his low grunts. My heavy tits bounced wildly beneath me with every thrust. He reached around and pinched my nipples hard, then slapped my ass until it burned red under the frilly skirt.
He fucked me like he hated me and loved me at the same time—raw, animalistic, relentless. Every stroke dragged across my G-spot until I was coming again, squirting down his cock and soaking his balls. He didn’t slow down. He just growled and fucked me harder, using my cuffed body like his personal fucktoy. When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and roared, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into my spasming pussy. I felt it flooding me, leaking out around his cock as he kept grinding through his orgasm, making sure every drop stayed inside his property.
