Maid Service, Part II

You knocked on the door, suddenly feeling shy for a reason you couldn't quite explain. Amanda opened the door, looking beautiful and bright and effervescent. You looked dumbly for a minute, and she giggled.

"Welcome, come on in," Amanda said, then looking conspiratorially around the condo. "My wife is out right now." She giggled again.

She took particular delight in bossing you around. You missed a spot here. There is still a smudge there. You forgot to take out the bathroom trash. She kept it on the level though, not betraying a hint of her past with you, till the end.

"Sorry, I forgot my purse," she said, giggling. Your lower lip popped out into a pout. "Now, now, don't be a little pussy ... I got something for you." She took you to the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed onto all fours. She lifted her skirt, and you felt exactly what her tip was. It was eight inches, dark black, and plastic. She lubricated you, knowing you kept clean now, inspecting your cock piercing curiously. Then she slid her body over yours, mounting you like the bitch you were.

"Fuckkkkk ..." you whispered. "God Amanda ..."

"I know, hard to believe we ended up like this, hm?" Amanda said, right into her ear, her pink tongue tracing the shell of your ear, making your skin goosebump. "My sweet lil ex, just some trick for real men to fuck ..." She started to fuck you, working in and out with increasing urgency, not bothering to try to give you a reach around. Instead, the tip of her strapon worked against your prostate.

"And lil ole me," she continued. "Your beloved. Your high school sweetheart. What's it gonna be, hm? Big dick Bruna, giving me half Brazilian babies? Ole Gus, putting that homeless man into the husband position? Mustafa, making me wear the hijab? One of them is going to put a baby in me, you know. All those years of pure white breeding down the drain ... maybe that's why you like Trevor so much now, hm?" She knew. Somehow she knew, but she was quite perceptive in that way. And you came, hands free, your weak cock spitting out ropes of seedless fluid.

"Maybe you'll be my maid. Maybe my nanny. But I'm planning for a life with you as my bestie, baby. So go focus on getting right for me. We still have a journey together, just not as we originally intended." She kissed your cheek, and went to go for a shower.