Breakfast

The new Amber looked around the room. Everything felt so different from this new perspective. She saw the maid's outfit laid out on the bed, a short skirt and a tight top with a frilly apron. No panties. She reached for it with a tremble, feeling the soft fabric slide over her new skin. It was surreal, and she couldn't help but notice how the skirt barely covered her round ass and the top hugged her full breasts. She felt naked, exposed and horny. She looked at herself in the mirror. The body was unmistakably hers. She felt a strange mix of duty and excitement. She had a job to do! “What would you like for breakfast sir?” Why was she so obedient? So accepting?! It didn’t matter she realised.

The new David watched as his nee maid took on her new role with surprising ease. He couldn’t resist a little smirk. "I'll have eggs benedict, toast with avocado, and a freshly squeezed orange juice. Make sure it's not too sweet." He instructed, laying back on the bed, stroking his new chest.

The new Amber nodded and turned to leave, the skirt swishing around her thighs, revealing a hint of bare skin with every step. She felt a peculiar thrill at the sight of herself, and the sensation of the fabric against her body was alien yet oddly exhilarating. In the kitchen, she started to prepare breakfast, her mind racing. This was definitely not how she'd planned her morning. Yet, she couldn’t ignore the part of her that was eager to serve, to submit to her new master. She cracked eggs into the pan, feeling the heat against her skin as she monitored their sizzle.

David entered, wearing boxers. He sported a morning wood that drew Ambers gaze.

"Like what you see, Amber?" He asked smugly, knowing she had **** but to answer truthfully.

Amber felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks as she nodded, trying to keep her eyes on the eggs. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice sounding sultry even to her own ears, conscious she wore no panties beneath her uniform and how close he was.

"Good," David said, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he took a seat at the kitchen island. He leaned back, watching her every move, enjoying the way her breasts bounced as she worked. The power dynamics had shifted dramatically, and he reveled in every second of it. "And remember, I like my eggs poached just right, not too runny."

Amber nodded, her cheeks still flushed, and focused on the task at hand. The kitchen felt smaller, the air charged with an energy she'd never experienced before. The smell of butter and eggs filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of David's cologne. She couldn't ignore the growing wetness between her legs, a traitorous response to her new reality. She was both obedient and aroused, wanting to fuck but unable to voice her need, and the confusion only added to the thrill.

As she plated the breakfast, she felt his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze like a physical touch. The eggs were perfect, their yolk just the right consistency, and the toast crisp. She placed the plate before him, her hand trembling slightly, and watched as he took a bite.

“Hmm good. You know what would make this perfect?”

The new Amber’s heart skipped a beat as she watched him chew, waiting for his critique.

“Guess.”

Amber's mind raced, trying to anticipate what her new master could want. She glanced around the kitchen, eyes darting from the fridge to the countertop, desperately searching for a clue. She knew she had to be perfect, to serve him just right.

He looked down at the hard on tenting his boxers then at Amber.

Her eyes widened and she felt a shiver of excitement. “Would you like me to...uh... suck your cock, sir?” She asked, voice quivering.

“I thought you’d never ask… under the table. Make sure you finger yourself and explore your new pussy as you blow me.”

Her knees went wobbly and her mouth went dry. She knew what he wanted, and despite the sudden wave of nervousness, she couldn’t ignore the thrill of submission. Amber bent down and crawled under tye table, her heart pounding in her chest. She pulled aside her boxers and took his cock into her mouth, her eyes watering at the size she hadn’t fully appreciated before. The taste was new and overwhelming, but she felt an unexpected pleasure as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob of her head.

Her hand drifted down to her pussy, tentatively touching herself. It was wet and swollen, and she realized that she was actually enjoying this. The feeling was strange, but the more she sucked and licked, the more she found herself getting lost in it. She’d never been curious about what it felt like to be with a man, but now she was getting a firsthand experience—though not quite in the way she expected. Her own sex felt softer and more responsive than she'd ever imagined, and she began to explore it with more confidence, her fingers delving into her wetness. She found the tiny nub of her clit beneath its hood and began to rub it in time with her mouth on David's cock.

David groaned appreciatively above her, his hand on her head guiding her rhythm. "That's it, Amber," he said, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're a natural." His praise only spurred her on, and she felt a strange pride at being good at something she never thought she'd do. She sucked harder, feeling him throb in her mouth as he grew closer to climax.

Her own hand worked faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her wetness. Thefemale sensations were undeniable. She could feel her body responding, building towards something she knew was going to be intense. Her cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment as she realized that she was getting off on serving him like this.

As she pleasured him with her mouth, she felt a hand slide up her thigh. "Good girl," he murmured, his fingers reaching her wet pussy. He began to rub her clit in slow circles, matching the tempo of her own hand. The dual sensation of his cock filling her mouth and his hand on her body was too much. She moaned, the sound muffled by his hardness. He chuckled darkly, obviously enjoying her discomfort.

The pressure built in her belly, and she knew she was close. Her body responded to his touch like it was programmed to do so. It was as if she'd been born to serve him, to bring him pleasure, and in doing so, find her own. Her eyes watered as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, and she knew he was getting closer.

“I want to cum in you, get out from under the table and bender over the counter!” He groaned.

Her heart racing, Amber did as she was told, her knees popping as she stood. She bent over the cold countertop, her skirt riding up to expose her bare pussy. David stepped behind her, his erection bobbing with anticipation. He slapped her ass cheeks, making them jiggle.

"You're going to be such a good little slut for me," he said, his voice thick with lust.

The words stung, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. She was his, to use and **** as he saw fit. The thought of it only made her wetter. He stepped closer, his cock pressing against her, and she felt him align it with her entrance. With one swift thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, the sensation overwhelming. It was so much bigger than she'd ever felt before, and it was all she could do to keep from crying out.

Amber felt a pang of self-doubt. Was she really going to let him do this? Was she going to let him take her like this? But the feel of his cock inside her, the way he claimed her body so confidently, made her question everything she'd ever known about herself. She'd always been the one in charge, the one calling the shots, but now... now she was just a maid, a slut to be used for his pleasure.

And as much as she tried to fight it, she found that she loved it. The feeling of submission, of being dominated, was a heady **** she hadn't realized she craved. She pushed back against him, feeling him fill her completely, and a moan escaped her lips. It was a sound she'd never made before, but it felt so natural in this new body, in this new role.

Her hands gripped the edge of the counter as he began to fuck her, hard and fast. She could feel her walls stretching around him, adjusting to his size. The pain was sharp, but it only heightened the pleasure. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as he pounded into her, his hand coming down on her ass in a series of stinging slaps that made her body jolt with every impact. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

"You're going to take it all, aren't you?" He asked, his voice low and demanding.

"Yes, sir," she whimpered, her voice strained with pleasure.

David's grip tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing more urgent. Amber could feel her own orgasm building, her pussy clenching around him and she knew she was going to cum hard. Her body belonged to him.

“Oh fuck! Yes!!! Fuck me! Fuck me!!!” She babbled mindlessly in the throes of passion.

He smacked her ass again, harder this time, and she felt a gush of wetness between her legs. She was his slut now, and she was coming for him. He leaned over her, his hand reaching around to pinch her nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he fucked her from behind.

Amber's moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with his. She felt like she was on fire, every nerve ending in her body alive and screaming for more. She pushed back into him, eager for every inch of his cock, her own hand moving faster on her clit. She'd never been so turned on in her life, and she knew it was because she was his. His slut. His maid. He came in her.

The sensation of him filling her up was too much, and she came with a shudder, her pussy clamping down around him. He groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her, the warmth spreading through her. For a moment, they stayed like that, their breaths mingling in the air above the kitchen island.

“Good girl, im going to finish breakfast. Lick me clean under the table,” he slid out and juices dribbled down her thighs.

Amber felt a strange sense of pride as she obeyed, dropping to her knees, crawling beneath the table and eagerly lapping up his cum. It tasted musky and salty, and she found herself craving more. She licked him clean, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft and swirling around the head of his cock. The act of servitude was oddly satisfying, and she knew she was becoming more and more accustomed to her new role.

As she finished cleaning him up, she couldn't help but wonder what other perverse delights her new life as a slut maid would entail. The idea of being used and dominated by David was thrilling in a way she hadn't anticipated, and she found herself looking forward to the days ahead. She stood up and straightened her apron, her face flushed with arousal, cum drying on her thighs.

“Get a morning after pill unless you want a baby in your belly…” David said nonchalantly.

Amber stiffened at the command. The thought of carrying his child in this new body was a revelation she wasn’t prepared for. Yet, she found a strange comfort in the idea, a sense of belonging that was both thrilling and terrifying. She nodded obediently and went to the bathroom to clean up.