The Good Maid

"Oh hey," Amanda said, her hair wild and blonde. It was clear she'd just woken up. You looked at your phone -- it was 10:30. You stepped gingerly into what used to be your place. It reeked of sex. Amanda smiled at you.

"Want to know what Kendi and I have been up to?" she said lightly. You blushed hard.

"I can guess," you mumbled. She giggled.

You were trying to be a good maid, keeping your distance, letting them grow naturally, organically. You cleaned out the fridge, did the floors, vacuumed the carpet. It wasn't until you entered the bedroom that you felt any tinge of temptation, as you saw Kendi naked, still dead asleep at noon.

He was laying on his belly, snoozing on Amanda's pillow, his ass tight and athletic, his skin that darkest shade of Black. His cock was long and thick, even flaccid. You backed out, blushing profusely. You were the good maid today, but you needed release. With the exact opposite type of man.