Be the master you want to be deep down.

Kenny took his glasses off and stood up, facing away from his maid. "Maid, close your eyes." She smiled again, confident as ever. Wonder if that would change. She closed her eyes tight. "Any other orders? Should I pucker my lips? Maybe open my mouth nice and wide? I'm here to serve you, Master." "Just keep your eyes shut until I tell you to open them. That's an order." "Mmm, yes Master." She waited patiently while Kenny removed his pants, unleashing his monster cock. "Now, show me your hands, and remember to keep your eyes closed." She grinned wickedly, and her hands reached out. Carefully, Kenny placed his hardening cock right onto the unknowing maids hands. Her wicked grin slowly changed to a look of confusion. "Umm...Master...what's th-" "Keep your eyes closed." "Y-yes, right, but...but what is this?" She carefully stroked along the shaft, up and down, knowing in her mind what she was holding but unable to believe it.

"Master, can I please open my eyes?" She asked clearly. "No." Kenny responded. "Eyes closed till I tell you." She moaned in annoyance. She wanted to see if what her hands were telling her was true. She moved downwards, her hand unable to grip the base of the shaft, while her other hand fondled softly around Kenny's big balls with a gloved hand. Kenny grunted in pleasure. "Master...please let me open my eyes..." She asked in a throaty voice. She wanted to see what she was missing. "No. Tell me what you think you're feeling." She gulped, panting softly. "There's no way..." She muttered. She rubbed smoothly up and down the shaft, her hand caressing Kenny's huge balls lovingly. He was so tempted to allow her to see, but he wanted to let her stew a little longer. Her hands moved back upwards to the tip of the cock, both of them meeting at the sensitive head. She shook her head to and fro, her curly hair swaying. "That's got to be..." "What, Maid? What is it?" She gulped. "It's a cock, Master. It has to be a cock. The most thick, meaty, beautiful cock I've ever held. It just has to be." She sighed lovingly.

"Oh Master, please. Let me see it. Let me open my eyes. I promise, I'll be a good little maid slut. I'll clean you up so nicely, with my lips and tongue..." She edged forward to lick Kenny's shaft. He was so ****, but held firm. "Did I tell you that you could do that, Maid?" She whimpered with a big pout on her full lips. "B-but Master, your cock..." "Take a sniff." "M-master?" "Smell what's in your hands." She gulped, but obediently complied, taking a deep smell of the meaty shaft in her hands. She shuddered in desire, her mind swimming with the possibilities. "Ohhhh Master, don't be cruel. Let me see it. Let me suck it. PLEASE!" "No." "B-but why?" "Because I said not to. Are you going to disobey me?" "M-master..."

Kenny smiled. "If you disobey me, you'll have to be punished." That was enough to convince the Maid. She wanted to know what she was holding, what she was smelling, and how she would be punished. She opened her eyes, and gasped. The truth of the situation was just as she thought. Her hands gripped the beast shaft tight, hearts practically flashing in her eyes. Her full lips in the perfect O shape, her hands wringing the monster cock with an automatic lust. Kenny grinned. "Bad girl. You need to be punished for that." Before the Maid could land her sweet tongue on the tip of the shaft, Kenny pushed her backwards. She squeaked in surprise, and saw that Kenny had bent her over. She was lying on her back with her legs in the air, and Kenny looming ominously over her, his thick monster cock pointing straight between her cute skirt, ready to enact a delicious punishment.