His house

Aaron pulls to a stop in the driveway of a massive house. It's one of the biggest Leigh has ever seen, stretching off to the right as far as two or three normal houses, and two stories high. The reason they aren't parking in the open garage is that there are two other cars occupying the space, each as nice as the one Aaron is driving. As Aaron and Leigh get out of the car, a man approaches, and Aaron tosses him the keys. "Make sure my new slut's things get to her room," he says, and strides toward the door, expecting Leigh to follow. My room? Am I living here now? Leigh wonders.

A maid is holding the massive carved wooden front door for them, and smiles as they pass. Aaron nods at her, and Leigh smiles and waves. The maid shuts the door behind them. Beyond the big, high-ceiling foyer is a spacious sunken living room, with a huge white wraparound couch that could probably seat fifteen or twenty people. Aaron steps down into the living room, and Leigh follows obediently.

Suddenly, Aaron reaches back and grabs Leigh by the back of the neck. He pushes her forward until her thighs hit the arm of the couch, then pushes her over the arm, bent at the waist, so that her weight is on her elbows on the nearest cushion. She can feel a draft on bare pussy as her skirt rises up, and she remembers the maid is somewhere behind them.

"I think it's about time I claim my pussy, don't you think princess?" Aaron says, and Leigh can hear him unzipping his pants.

Leigh's heart pounds, and her pussy is dripping. "Yes sir!"

Leigh feels the head of his cock rub up and down against her labia and she moans. It pushes her lips apart, and she hears a squelch as it dips into her wetness. He keeps rubbing it up and down, lubing her up, and occasionally pushes just a little inside. Leigh grips the edge of the cushion tightly. She is nervous, scared; she is also **** to feel his cock fill her up.

He doesn't make her wait long; he thrusts, pushing his cock part way in, then out and in again, and after a few thrusts he has filled her to the hilt. She shrieks as he does, his full size a surprise to her. He starts fucking, drawing gasps and moans from his new slut, and she just holds on, letting him have his way. She sees movement out of the corner of her eye; coming up behind the couch is the maid. The brown-skinned woman stands at attention nearby. Leigh wonders why, when Aaron suddenly lifts Leigh up by her arms and unbuttons her corset, still fucking her. He hands it off to the maid, then pushes Leigh back down onto the couch cushion. He then unzips her skirt and hands that to the maid. She folds it neatly atop the corset and stands still, watching and quiet.

Now naked apart from her heels, Leigh keeps taking her pounding, enjoying every second and completely unbothered by this other woman's presence. Soon her enjoyment rises toward climax, and her moans grow louder. "Do not cum without permission!" Aaron says.

Leigh sputters, then says, "may I, sir? Please?"

"Five...four..." he counts slowly. "Three...two...one...now!"

On command, Leigh orgasms, shaking and screaming. Aaron pounds all the harder while she cums, intensifying it. As soon as it is over, he grabs her arm and pulls. His strength flips her around and she falls to the carpet next to the couch on her back. Aaron stands over her, jerking himself, and after a second his cum streams down onto her stomach, chest, and face. She shudders at the warm splashing feeling at the humiliating adrenaline rush of being marked with his cum. She lies on the carpet breathing heavily, and the maid hands Aaron a towel to clean off his cock with.