Melanie's Inheritance

Melanie inherited everything once her father passed away. The mansion, the company he ran and its subsidiaries. It was a lot of responsibility, but she had so much money that she was able to pay others to do her job for her. It meant she got to be the face and all she had to do was hand out paychecks while getting back far more than she had to give out. Life was good.

She often lounged about at home or flirted with the maids and butlers. One maid that caught her attention, someone hired on recently through the latest influx of employees, had to deal with Melanie's shameless flirting and near-annoying stalker-like behaviour. While the maid tried to do her job, Melanie was there, talking, telling the woman all about her day.

But things only seemed to get worse, to the point the maid was in her rights to sue for harassment if she wanted to. Even though that occurred to Melanie, the busty redhead wasn't sure she even cared. Could she even really lose that much in such a case, compared to the near infinite savings in her seemingly bottomless bank account? The idea actually kind of excited her...

Then, breaching her maid's rights of personal space even more, she actually followed the woman into the showers. And that was when she saw the fat, pale cock hanging between her legs. It shocked her enough that she let out an audible gasp, giving away her position behind the draping curtains that lead into the large bathroom.

The young mistress of the mansion was shocked by the sheer size of the thing between the woman's legs. She had seen plenty of large penises during her younger years when her father made her the life of the party for his friends, but the maid's tool dwarfed them all. Even with half the length buried in a pale white tuft of shower-soaked pubic hair, the cock was enormous.

Sakuya just stared at her, an expression that Melanie couldn't discern from coldness or annoyance. She knew she was getting on the older woman's nerves with her constant flirting, and maybe the breaking point had been reached.

The older woman suddenly stormed towards Melanie, making the girl flinch. But she just walked past her, that monster of hers swaying between her thighs. She pushed the door shut and locked it, then re-entered the bathroom through the draping curtains. She came and stood before Melanie, looking down at the brat. Their height difference was enough for Sakuya to look down at the girl, but that wasn't quite as satisfying as what it could be.

Melanie could feel fear starting to overwhelm her, she never saw this side of her maid before. But the way those cold eyes bore into her sent chills through her which also lit a fire between her legs.

"Well... What do you want?" Sakuya demanded.

Sakuya crosses her arms over her chest. There's a small puddle of water forming between the forearms and her torso, a little stream falling off to her left through a gap in her fingers. She's got her face all twisted up in a sneer, one that's roiling and overflowed with disgust, even just the way her eyes land on someone makes them feel... Warm? Like a ray of sunshine through a curtain. Or strong searchlights. She makes a small clicking sound in the back of her mouth with her tongue, impatient and clearly in no mood for any more games. Put all of this together and you have...

At best, the most violently angry woman currently on the planet. At worst? Well. You either won't survive the worst case scenario, or you'll really wish you didn't. In either case, the virginity you've been saving for your future husband? The one you've been planning on giving up in the lush, romantic honeymoon you've been planning since you could write and draw? It's hers now.

"Speak. You barged in here, so clearly there's something important. You wouldn't just interrupt me in the middle of my shower, on my personal time, would you? When I'm not being paid to put up with you? When your parents aren't around to stop me? When there's just the two of us?"

The base of her cock twitches a little bit. Her sack, hidden away almost entirely by the sheer girth of her swinging meat and the dense thicket of silver threads, retracts, tenses, and drops back down.

An abusive, overly sexualized childhood created the nymphomaniac little whore standing before the maid. She couldn't look the older woman in the eye. That cold, yet somehow fiercely, burning hot stare kept Melanie's eyes averted. It wasn't only a fear of making eye contact that kept her eyes down, though. It was Sakuya's cock, hanging there, occasionally twitching as if brought to life by the pair of eyes focused on it.

Now that they were alone, Melanie didn't feel so brave and brazen. In the eyes of the public, of course Sakuya had to ignore and reject Melanie's advances. She was twelve years old, and Sakuya's co-workers would shun her if she slightly gave any entertainment to the brat's flirting. After all, Melanie was just a dumb bitch who knew no better, right? None of the maids working for her knew about the **** she grew up with from a father who was recognised as a benevolent, charitable public figure.

Then, Melanie slowly got down on her knees. A position she grew comfortable with due to spending many nights with her father's friends in the earlier years of her childhood. His old creepy friends who knew there was no risk to indulge in their perverted desires, since the little girl was their buddy's daughter. To Melanie, being on her knees gave her a feeling of safety and familiarity. This wasn't her intention, all the flirting over the past month wasn't an attempt to lead to her getting on her knees. But the moment she saw that cock, big, mighty, powerful, it triggered need and submission in her.

"Please forgive me, Sakuya! I'm sorry if I've been annoying! I know it was your birthday recently, and I made you work overtime so I could spend more time with you... Please let me make it up to you!" She begged, her face merely inches away from the woman's crown. So close she could feel droplets of lukewarm water on her shirt. The shower continued to run, filling the bathroom up with steam.

At some point, Melanie had grown addicted to pornography. And now with such a huge cock right before her eyes, she wanted to enact all of the deliciously forbidden naughty things she saw. She couldn't tell how the woman felt about her request, as her expression didn't change at all. But those cold, piercing eyes remained on her, keeping Melanie locked in place, fearful of moving an inch without permission.

But then that dick twitched again, growing thicker under the bush of pubic hair. And Melanie took that as permission, or perhaps just an excuse to take initiative. Then, her mouth opened and her tongue lolled out for her first taste of cock. Her eager, wet oral muscle dragged along the underside of the maid's cock and Melanie groaned with delight. So that's what it tastes like…

does not react. Not a look of growing anger. Not a look of further disgust. Not a break in the facade, nothing. She's all polished marble and steel. The girl drops to her knees after yammering on and on about some half-hearted apology she doesn't mean yet. There's no real honesty, no genuine concern behind the words. The closest this thing has to sympathy is the way she's staring at Sakuya's shaft. The way she's tracing the veins with her eyes, from the foreskin that's letting just a tiny bit of the pink tip peek out, all the way up to the already painfully thick shaft.

Sakuya says nothing. Not even a grunt. There's no sign of approval, disapproval, or anything else. Just.... That look. A tongue touches down and slithers up the juicy pipe, barely dragging halfway across the length. The little bitch seems to look pleased with herself.

"You're working tonight. Do you understand?"

She's loud - not actually, she's speaking at just above a little whisper. The same way she always is. But something about the timbre in her voice, the way things are punctuated and the way she seems like she's talking to an animal rather than her employer makes it sound... Deafening. A man could be screaming next to you, and you'd barely notice. A gunshot next to the ear would be a pin dropping. There's just her. And her face is slowly starting to disappear into the clouds of steam, leaving you with just her body.

Melanie knew from the tone that there was no room for anything but understanding. No room for anything but an affirmative 'yes'. And although Melanie did say yes, she didn't understand. Not really. She only saw the cock in front of her, which she'd suck like the whores she enjoyed watching in pornography. She didn't understand what she was committing herself to. She was going to experience new feelings, and almost none of them would be good. Until perhaps she breaks, and they become the only feelings that make her feel alive. But what could she possibly know about that now?

Her curious excitement led her here, and now she could do whatever she wanted. Sakuya's cock was hers, another toy for her to play with until she got bored of it. That's how she saw things, anyway. Even though, right now, that cock was the most important thing to her, she had a history of obsessing over new toys and then throwing them away when she got bored.

She licked it again, this time more carefully. She made sure to feel the pink meat under the foreskin with the tip of her tongue. She raised her hands and held the meat up so her mouth could gently make out with the tip while her tongue continued to dance around the meaty crown.

draws in a long, deep breath. The air in the room is thick and wet, it makes her lungs feel just a little bit heavier than usual. On the exhale, there's wisps of steam spreading away and clearing a path for her. A hand comes up, and goes through the wet locks of hair on her head. They're starting to get cold. This is kind of a waste of water, and she really was enjoying the time in the scorching hot shower. It's always nice to decompress after another long, miserable shift in this place.

And so, the other hand comes down. A handful of the girl's hair is wrapped up tight in a fist. And the little cunt is dragged into the waterfall. Clothes and all. Sakuya isn't done with what she was doing, after all. And she really does hate to leave something unfinished.

If the little one decides she wants to bite out of surprise? Or do anything but slowly take the now drooling tip into her mouth? She'll be nursing a broken nose for the rest of the night. Blood does look nice contrasted against the paper pale skin.

Melanie was so focused on serving her own desire for cock that she completely disregarded Sakuya's shower time. She was used to people stopping whatever they were doing to entertain her whims, after all, and she thought this would be no different. Sakuya worked for her. She was a maid for her company. And yet strands of dark red hair ran down the drain as hot shower water cascaded down her face. Sakuya would feel just the slightest graze of teeth on the tip of her meat that Melanie quickly remedied by opening her jaw as wide as she could.

Not understanding the consequences of what she just did, the inexperienced, cocky brat let the cock slip out of her mouth for just a moment. "I'm sorry, I hope that didn't hurt," she said, an expression of compassion on her face as she licked her lips, ready to start suckling once again.

honestly isn't even sure she'd have noticed the slight grazing of teeth, if the girl didn't say anything. She kinda likes it, the feeling of something a little rough and a little hard brushing against her. A reminder of the too-small hole she's getting to defile. It's kinda nice. But…

Rules are rules, yes? Maids are beholden to rules. Order and organisation.

"Ah. No, don't worry. It didn't hurt." She speaks from on high, above the mist. A second or two later, there's the shifting of her feet as she falls back and pulls herself out of the little girl's delicate hands. Another moment and....

WHAM. WHAMWHAMWHAM.

A heavy fist, one that feels like a brick or a sledgehammer comes crashing down onto the other's face, straight into the bridge of its nose. Again and again. It only lasts just a little bit longer than her taking a step back, but it feels like an eternity. There's red streaming freely down the child's clothes. Staining the fabric. Running down the tile. Circling the drain. Washed away.

"Do a better job. Bitch."

Suddenly, it wasn't fun anymore. Melanie's vision blurred and her breathing became sharp and tasted metallic as blood and water seeped into her sinuses and mouth. Tears were running down her cheeks before she realised it, and for several seconds she just looked up at the maid in stunned silence. Then she began to sob, lightly at first, before breaking down into a full, uncontrolled, inconsolable hitch of shoulder heaving cries.

She had never been hit like that before. And blood just kept running down, thinning into the water to make it look as if there was a lot more of it. When she raised her hands to try and stop the blood, she could feel the broken skin - it was flappy, chunky even. In her overactive, panicking imagination, she envisioned bone showing through her face and thought she would be permanently disfigured.

Melanie wanted to get up and run away. This wasn't meant to happen. She was just going to have fun with her maid and they'd keep it their private little secret. She thought maybe the maid would enjoy having the owner of the mansion as her personal jerk aid. It made her feel special. She wanted to feel special. But now she just felt like a punching bag…

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