Lacey works your cock

You lean forward and say, “Lacey, my cock needs a massage now.”

She looks at you in wide eyed surprise, but her high pitched voice just says, “Yes Master.” She moves between your legs and tentatively takes hold of your cock.

“Not like that,” you say. “Throat muscles are much more effective at massaging cocks.”

The beautiful brunette quivers. She looks scared, but very turned on. Lacey leans forward and opens her mouth slightly. You reach forward and push her head down onto your cock. It meets resistance when the head hits the back of her mouth, but you keep pushing. Her throat slides over your cock like the tightest, wettest pussy in the world. Surprisingly, she doesn't gag at all.

“I think my little maid has done this before! Have you done this before, Lacey?”

Lacey tries to talk, but instead just generates a loud, yet pleasurable, murmur around your cock. Her head bobs up and down, but that probably isn't an answer.

“Oh well, it doesn't matter,” you say. You lean back in the chair as she tickles your balls with her fingertips and works her throat up and down on your rigid shaft. “Yeah, that's a good massage. You're a good maid! Earn your minimum wage, Lacey!

“You know, I really like the name Lacey. It fits the frilly little maid's uniform you're wearing. Maybe it's destiny. Maybe you're not supposed to be an actress. Maybe that hot little body of yours is supposed to be my maid and I'm supposed to treat you like the subservient little slut you are.”

Lacey makes more noises, sending waves of tingles through your cock as her head bobs up and down on it with increasing speed.

“Oh, you like that idea, don't you, Lacey?” You keep one hand on her head to guide her as you slide the other hand down her top. Her breast feels soft and malleable. It's getting hard to resist cumming. “How about... I keep you here? How about I... never let you leave? You would just... be my fuck-maid forever, LaceEEEEYYYYY!”

You blast down her throat. With terrific natural ability Lacey continues sliding her tight throat muscles all over your cock, pumping everything out of you. You pull out as you finish, leaving a thin stream of your jism sliding down her chin.

“Yes...” says Lacey, gasping for breath, “Yes Master.”