The Maid (Ana de Armas)

[Milady]

This story is just a work of fantasy.

Codes: FF, Oral, Spanking

The Maid

The white feather duster brushed listlessly across the mantelpiece. It wasn’t getting very clean, as Christy’s mind was elsewhere. Her client was watching her; she could feel the eyes boring into her back. The outfit of hers left nothing to the imagination. Her client had asked her to wear it, as she always did. Christy had bought it at a fancy dress costume store two years ago, thinking it looked sexy enough to roleplay with her boyfriend, never guessing she’d be roleplaying with someone else.

The top of the dress wasn’t very low cut, just enough to tease, just a hint of cleavage. The white ruffles barely covered her backside, and every time she bent over, her client could see just a hint of her black panties and her thigh-high fishnets. She was wearing black heels that made her legs look delicious. Oh, she looked like quite the little tease.

She sighed and tossed the feather duster aside, plopping into a chair, laying her head back. She brushed a lock of dark black hair out of her face. Her client walked across the room and stood behind her chair.

“I’m not paying you to rest, am I?” the client asked.

She jumped and shivered at the sound of her client’s warm Hispanic accent.

“I’m sorry, Miss de Armas. I was just taking a break,” Christy stuttered, getting out of the chair.

“I’m sure you were. I’ve been watching you for the past couple of minutes, and you don’t seem to be doing a very good job with this cleaning today.”

One eyebrow was raised in a scolding manner. Christy shivered again; of course, she knew what was coming.

“I’m just a little tired, Miss, is all,” she replied, meekly.

Ana cupped her chin in her hand, forcing Christy to stare into her eyes.

“You’re not doing your job. Do you know what happens to girls who don’t do their job?” Ana asked.

“They get spanked,” Christy finally said.

Ana gave her a little smirk.

“That’s right,” she replied.

Christy sighed and stood up. Ana sat down in the chair and tugged Christy over her lap. She pushed up Christy’s dress and ran her hand over her silky black panties. Ana lifted her arm, and Christy took in a deep breath, waiting in anticipation.

The first smack was firm, firmer than she had expected. Ana spanked her again, and Christy wiggled in her lap. Ana tightened her grip, delivering another spank. A low moan escaped from Christy’s lips, even as she fought to suppress it. But Ana had heard it. That’s all she needed to hear.

“You are a very naughty girl, not working hard, teasing me, dressing like this. Now moaning like a little whore.” Ana mocked.

She continued to deliver firm smacks to Christy’s backside before tugging down her panties. She ran her hand over Christy’s flushed pink skin. Her fingers dipped into her pussy teasingly. Christy gasped, wanting to feel more of it.

Ana’s hand stung her bare skin, the spanks harder and faster. Christy’s pussy was aching now, and she was moaning and gasping.

Ana stopped spanking her.

“You can get up now,” she ordered.

“Will you fuck me?” Christy asked, almost begging.

“You know the rules,” Ana answered with a sly grin across her lips.

She climbed off Ana’s lap, as the actress lay back in the chair, spreading her legs wide, her short summer dress exposing her bare, wet pussy. Christy knelt between her thighs, running her hands up Ana’s legs. Ana moaned and licked her lips, closing her eyes as Christy’s fingers inched up her thighs. This well-worn pattern between them, the twisted game of control. She began to nuzzle Ana’s inner thighs, licking them, kissing them, scoring them slowly with the tip of her tongue. Ana shuddered as Christy’s mouth explored her, feasting on her sensuously.

When Christy leaned in, dipping her tongue between Ana’s glistening folds, the actress stifled a moan. She was trying to regain some kind of control as the maid’s flat tongue began to lick the length of her sex, plunging into it as she stroked her inner thighs with her fingers. The heat, the scent, and the taste of the actress was intoxicating, and Christy moved a hand to her own sex.

“No!” Ana almost shouted. “Not until you make me forget about your sloppy work today.”

Christy nodded and snaked her tongue around the actress’s sex, flicking her clitoris with the tip. Moving her middle finger to Ana’s vaginal entrance, she licked it slowly, then teased the actress by dipping it just past the entrance, swirling it in circles, mirroring the motion of her tongue. Ana bit back a sob as Christy worked her finger and tongue in unison. The power had shifted; Christy was now in control. Sensing it, she wrapped her arms around Ana’s legs, holding her steady, as she began to suck on Ana’s pussy. Ana let out a loud moan, and Christy smirked as she sucked hard on the actress’s clit.

Ana’s hips began to buck against Christy’s face as she drew the maid’s head closer to her. Christy licked harder, pressing her face closer into Ana’s skin, her tongue fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. Ana’s legs began to shudder, her breath shallowing as her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. She couldn’t hold back her moans; she was lost in the throes of ecstasy. Christy took the actress’s clit between her teeth gently and sucked on it hard, swirling her tongue around it as she did.

Ana let out a sob of excruciating pleasure, her body shuddering as it convulsed on the chair, her pelvis lifting off the seat. Christy held her down as she lapped and licked her partner through her orgasm, smirking to herself as the deliciously exquisite Latina came undone. She didn’t stop, didn’t remove her mouth from the actress’s pussy. Simply slowed down her ministrations briefly before speeding up again, her lips and tongue moving with pinpoint precision.

Ana moaned loudly in Spanish as she came again, swearing at Christy, calling her a Puta. The maid could only grin as she lapped at Ana’s pussy. She was used to the swearing; the actress tended to lose the run of herself when she came. Taking long, raking licks of Ana’s swollen folds, Christy slid a digit inside, curling it upwards, sliding it slowly inside and out. It didn’t take very long for Ana to be on the brink of another orgasm, her body starting to shake again. Christy slid a second finger inside the actress’s pussy and began to fuck her in a come-hither motion, her tongue dancing around her swollen bud.

When Ana came again, she almost jerked off the chair. She pushed Christy’s head away, giggling like a schoolgirl. Her face was flushed crimson, her hazel-green eyes dazed. Christy crouched up and kissed Ana’s lips softly.

“I need you,” the maid begged, eyes pleading.

“Let’s go to bed.” Ana simply replied.