Morning Fuck

After a moment to think, she barked a command, "Alright. Normally, I'd take a shower, first, but, your scent and...everything is driving me nuts. Lay on the bed."

Obeying without a word, I stood up briefly before laying on my back on the bed. "Legs up. You know how I like it," she ordered and helped me lift my legs straight in the air.

Like a hungry cat, she gave my exposed, wet snatch a single lick. "Good god, I forgot how delicious you are. I missed my sweet little honey box," she commented before lapping away, making me squirm and moan in pure bliss.

After only about 30 seconds, her needs got the better of her and she sat up and spread my legs. Sliding between them, she planted a firm kiss on my lips, while also guiding her 10 inch monster to my hungry hungy hole. She wasn't gentle about simply jamming it in when she found it, either. "Fuck! How are you still so snug?"

"You're 10 inches!" I defended.

"Okay. Use that voice. I love the maid costume, but I want to breed my sluttly little sister, not a French maid," she ordered, as she sat up and took my hips in her hands, she proceeded to fuck me hard and fast.

It had been a good six years since I let her fuck me and she wasn't going to waste the opportunity. "God damn I missed your pussy! So wet and tight and inviting."

I was impressed at her control. The first couple thrusts, she tapped my cervix, which hurt slightly, but she quickly adjusted to prevent that. Only touching it again at the end which she kissed me again and pumped her warm cum inside me. It was a lot, too. I guess the combination of two of her fetishes: me and maids and me being in slutty heat really got her engine running. "Alright. Don't clean that cunt. I'm going to take a shower. You go make breakfast. And get rid of that costume. It's making you too irresistable and I don't want to break you."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied before we went our separate ways.