The Maid Pays for Her Mistake

I sit on my luxurious sofa, sipping on my whiskey, as I watch the maid sheepishly approach me. Her eyes are cast downwards in shame, and she fidgets nervously with her apron. “I’m so sorry, sir,” she stammers, “I broke your priceless vase. Please forgive me.”

I merely smirk in response, feeling a surge of power rush through me at her apology. I know that I could easily replace the vase, but instead, I decide to make her pay for her mistake in the most debased and humiliating way possible.

“Come closer, my little slut,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “And remove your clothing.”

She hesitates for a moment, but ultimately obeys, her hands shaking slightly as she undresses. I can feel my cock growing hard at the sight of her naked form, the way her curves and soft skin are displayed for my pleasure.

“Good girl,” I sneer, gesturing for her to come closer. “Now, get on your knees and show me just how sorry you are.”

Her face flushes with shame as she realizes what I’m asking of her. But she knows that she has no choice but to obey. She crawls towards me, her eyes never leaving mine, until she’s kneeling between my legs.

I spread my thighs, exposing my eager member to her. She hesitates for a moment, looking up at me as if for permission, and I merely nod my head. With that, she leans forward and takes me into her mouth.

Her lips are soft and warm, and I groan as she begins to suck and lick me with eager abandon. But as much as I’m enjoying her skilled mouth, I know that there’s something else I want her to do.

“Lower, my dear,” I say, my voice rough with desire. “I want you to show me just how much you’re willing to do to make up for your mistake.”

She looks up at me again, her eyes wide with fear and disgust, but ultimately, she complies. She kisses her way down my torso, pausing briefly to nibble on my nipples before finally settling between my thighs.

And then, she begins to rim me.

Her tongue is soft and hot as she laps at my sensitive flesh, and I can’t help but gasp in pleasure. It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman attend to me in this way, and the sensation is almost overwhelming.

But as good as it feels, there’s something else I want from her. Something more taboo and depraved.

“Deeper, my little whore,” I growl, my hand tangled in her hair. “I want you to take me all the way in.”

She hesitates for a moment, but then she complies, pushing her tongue into me with surprising skill. I can feel her exploring every inch of me, mapping out the contours of my body with her mouth.

And then, something unexpected happens.

As she rims me, I feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. It’s as if her mouth is a portal to another realm of pleasure, one that I’ve never experienced before. I can feel myself on the verge of exploding, and I know that I won’t be able to hold back much longer.

With a final, desperate groan, I release myself into her mouth. She eagerly swallows every drop of my seed, savoring the taste of my cum as if it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever had.

For a moment, we just stare at each other, both of us breathless and spent. And then, with a wicked grin, I grip her hair tightly, pulling her head back so that I can look into her eyes. “You’re nothing but a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” I sneer, reveling in the power that comes with degrading her.

She whimpers in response, and I can feel the wetness between her legs as she begins to get aroused by my words.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice low and dangerous. “Say that you’re a filthy little slut who loves to be used.”

She hesitates for a moment, but then she nods her head, her eyes cast downwards in shame.

“I’m a filthy little slut who loves to be used,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I chuckle in response, feeling my own arousal growing at the sound of her submission. “Good girl,” I say, patting her on the head like a loyal pet. “Now, let’s see just how much of a dirty little whore you can be.”

With that, I push her down onto the floor and begin to undress, my cock already hard and eager for her. She watches me with a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation.

And then, I’m on top of her, thrusting myself into her tight, wet pussy with a force that makes her cry out in pain and pleasure. I fuck her hard and fast, using her body for my own pleasure without any regard for her own needs or desires.

But as much as I’m enjoying the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me, there’s something else I want from her. Something even more taboo and perverse.

“Turn over,” I growl, my hand slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. “I want to see that tight little asshole of yours.”

She hesitates for a moment, but then she complies, turning over onto her hands and knees and presenting me with her perfect ass.

I grin in anticipation, licking my lips as I grab a bottle of lube and squirt a generous amount onto my fingers. And then, without any warning, I plunge my fingers into her tight asshole, stretching her out and preparing her for what’s to come.

She cries out in pain and pleasure as I work her over, my fingers twisting and turning inside of her until she’s begging for more.

And then, I’m inside her, my cock sliding into her tight, hot asshole with a force that makes her scream. I fuck her harder and faster than ever before, using her body for my own pleasure and not caring about the pain and humiliation that she’s experiencing.

It’s the ultimate taboo, the ultimate act of degradation, and I know that I’ll never forget it. As I cum deep inside of her, I know that I’ve taken her to the limits of what she’s willing to endure, and I’m proud of myself for being able to do so.

As I finished with a final thrust, I could feel the maid trembling and convulsing beneath me, her body wracked with aftershocks of pleasure. I pulled out of her with a wet slurp and stood up, surveying my handiwork. She lay on the floor, panting and moaning, a look of pure ecstasy etched onto her face.

“Get up,” I commanded, my voice cold and distant. “You have work to do.”

She struggled to her feet, her legs still wobbling, and attempted to compose herself. She reached for her clothing, but I stopped her with a wave of my hand.

“Not yet,” I said. “First, you need to clean me up.”

She hesitated for a moment before obediently crawling over to me, her mouth still wet with our mixed fluids. With shaking hands, she took my member into her mouth and began to clean me up, her tongue lapping at my flesh with a mix of eagerness and shame.

Once she had finished, I dismissed her coldly, watching as she stumbled out of the room, still dazed and confused. As she left, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I had taken what I wanted from her without a second thought.

But even as I sat there, sipping my whiskey and enjoying the afterglow of our encounter, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. It was as if I had achieved my goal, but had done so without truly connecting with the maid on any meaningful level.

I shrugged off the feeling, knowing that it was just my conscience getting the better of me. After all, what did it matter if the maid had enjoyed herself or not? All that mattered was that I had gotten what I wanted.

And as I settled back into my luxurious surroundings, I knew that I would be looking forward to my next encounter with the maid, eager to explore even deeper into the taboo and forbidden corners of my desires.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1237e4d/the_maid_pays_for_her_mistake