You wake up slowly, squinting against the midday light slipping through your bedroom curtains. A subtle but persistent headache dully pounds behind your eyes, and rubbing your palms into your eye sockets does little to alleviate your pain. Despite how drained you feel, you really didn’t drink much last night, so it’s easy to remember the party thrown in your honor. It feels unreal, but you know you rightfully earned the title of Man of the Year in the country’s top business magazine at only 32 years old.
Last night’s party was filled with everyone from the company and the magazine, filling the reception hall and mingling well into the night, and you didn’t get home until after midnight.
Your thoughts of the night before are interrupted by the door to your bedroom opening, and in
walks your maid with breakfast. Phoebe Byrne has been working for you for a while, and you couldn’t ask for a better person for the job. She walks in holding a tray of delicious looking pancakes, bacon, and fruits, but that isn’t what caught your eye.
She’s dressed in the skimpiest maid uniform you’ve ever seen – a suggestion of an outfit. It’s basically black and white lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her large breasts and thick ass are wrapped up nicely in a crisscross of lace, and your cock twitches at the sight.
“Late night, huh? I made you breakfast, and here’s some water and Advil.” She walks farther into the room and places the tray on your bedside table, smiling coyly like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.
“Thank you, Phoebe,” you thank her and pick up the small pills, quickly downing it with the water. You ignore the breakfast laid out in front of you and instead focus on the gorgeous woman at your side. “You look amazing.”
The shift in the air is palpable, charged with desire. Her black curls fall over her half-lidded eyes, and you reach up to push them away. Before your hand retreats back to your side, you take the chance to run the tips of your fingers over her soft cheek over to her lips. She easily parts her lips to allow two of your fingers to slip inside, creating a tight suction as her tongue caresses your digits. She releases your fingers with a pop and a flirtatious smile.
“You know, sweetheart,” she starts, “You’ve been working so hard lately, and it all paid off, so I think you deserve a reward.”
“Oh, yeah?” You distractedly trail your fingers down her neck and in between her breasts as she speaks. “What’s my reward?”
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