Chapter 131: The Maid Works Overtime
"Now," Natasha said, leaning over him as her breasts strained above the tight bodice, "you can touch the maid."
Ethan gripped her ass beneath the short skirt, squeezing the soft curves through her black lace panties, and pulled her down hard against his erection. Her calm slipped for a fraction of a second. A sharp breath hitched in her throat, and her thighs tightened around his hips, but she kept one hand planted firmly against his chest and controlled the first kiss.
Her lips brushed his. "I said you could touch," she murmured against his mouth. "That does not make you my master."
Ethan answered by squeezing her ass again and grinding her harder against the thick bulge in his trousers.
Their kissing became deeper, losing the measured pace she had tried to set. Ethan's fingers slid beneath the edge of her panties, finding the wet heat waiting there, and began to rub her clit while she ground down against him.
"Mmm…"
She shifted her weight, the friction drawing a quiet sound from her throat.
"Enjoying the service?" she whispered.
"I haven't received the full service yet."
Ethan sat up, bringing Natasha with him so she remained straddling his lap. He caught the edge of the tight bodice and pulled it down, freeing her breasts over the black fabric.
Reaching toward the bedside table, he grabbed the small glass bottle of massage oil, poured a clear drop into his palm, and rubbed it slowly over her breasts.
Natasha watched his hands. "That oil was meant for your back."
"The massage expanded," Ethan said.
His palms slid easily over her slick skin. He squeezed her breasts, his thumbs circling her tightening nipples before he leaned in and sucked one into his mouth while rubbing the other. Natasha's hand immediately tangled in his hair. She began rocking harder against his lap, the friction of her wet lace panties dragging over his trousers.
Her moans started restrained, brief catches of breath, before naturally growing rougher.
"Ah… Ethan…"
She reached down between them, opened his trousers, and freed his cock. Her hand wrapped around the thick shaft, stroking him with a firm, steady rhythm while his fingers remained busy inside her panties. They pleasured each other in the quiet room, the sound of their breathing mixing with the soft slide of skin on skin.
Natasha climbed from his lap and stood beside the bed. She left the white apron folded over the chair and slowly pulled the wet lace panties down her legs.
When she stepped out of them, the lifted black skirt revealed her trimmed, copper-red bush and her wet pussy. Ethan stared openly.
"You've seen a naked woman before," Natasha noted.
"I haven't seen you."
She knelt on the mattress between his legs. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and licked along the underside of his shaft. She circled the head with her tongue, then took him into her mouth.
Natasha kept her eyes on Ethan as she took him deeper, one hand working the part her mouth did not reach.
Ethan's hand found the back of her head, his fingers threading through her red hair beneath the lace headpiece.
Natasha looked up immediately. "Do not push."
"I wasn't planning to," Ethan said.
"Good."
She returned her attention to him, picking up the pace. The wet, rhythmic sounds of suction filled the space between them. She kept going until she felt his thighs tense as he got close, then pulled away with a wet pop.
"Not yet," she said, wiping a line of saliva from her mouth.
"Cruel maid."
"You hired me."
Before Natasha could climb over him again, Ethan caught her waist and pulled her onto her back across the massage towel. The maid skirt bunched around her waist, exposing her between the lace-topped stockings.
He kissed down her stomach, trailing his mouth into the red hair above her pussy.
Two fingers slid gradually through her wet folds and pressed inside while his thumb began working her clit. Natasha propped herself on her elbows, initially trying to direct his movements.
"Curl them… yes, there."
Ethan lowered his mouth, replacing his thumb with his tongue.
Natasha fell back against the mattress, her thighs closing tightly around his head. One stocking-covered heel pressed firmly into his back to pull him closer, and her fingers gripped his hair.
A broken "fuck" escaped her when his fingers found the same sensitive spot again.
Ethan licked and sucked her clit relentlessly while pumping his fingers inside her. Her sounds turned into raw, breathless moans that filled the quiet bedroom.
The orgasm hit her hard. Her hips lifted off the towel, her thighs shaking violently against his shoulders as her pussy clenched tight around his fingers and a long, strained moan broke free.
Ethan crawled back over her as the aftershocks faded. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. Natasha tasted the salt and slickness, and instead of pulling away, she kissed him harder, her hands sliding down his bare back.
Natasha reached into the bedside drawer, pulled out a condom, and tore the packet open. She rolled it down his shaft, then pushed his chest until he lay flat on his back.
She straddled him, the black maid dress still on. Her breasts remained free above the lowered bodice, slick with the remnants of oil, and the short skirt stayed gathered around her waist.
Taking his covered cock in her hand, she rubbed it slowly through her wet folds before lowering herself. The initial stretch forced a genuine, sharp reaction from her.
"Fuck…"
Ethan watched her settle her weight. "Still adequate?" he asked quietly.
Natasha rolled her hips, grinding down on him before answering. "Barely."
She began riding slowly, rocking her hips to find the perfect friction against her clit, before gradually moving harder and faster.
The wet slide as she took him, the heavy mattress creaking beneath them, the soft slap of her thighs meeting his hips. Her moans became sharper as she sped up, her hands bracing against his chest while she lifted higher and dropped harder.
Ethan reached up to play with her oily breasts, squeezing them and rolling her nipples between his thumbs. Then he moved one hand down between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with her thrusts.
"Don't stop," she gasped, her rhythm turning frantic. "Ethan, don't stop."
Her second orgasm hit while she was riding him. She cried out and folded over Ethan, trembling as her pussy clenched around him. She folded forward over his chest, burying her face against his neck, shivering as her pussy squeezed relentlessly around him.
While Natasha remained draped over him catching her breath, Ethan ran his slick hand down her back and squeezed her ass beneath the bunched skirt.
She lifted her head, her face flushed but her eyes sharp. "You still haven't finished."
Ethan grabbed her hips and turned her over onto her hands and knees across the towel. The tiny maid skirt rested around her waist, leaving her ass perfectly exposed above the thigh-high stockings.
He poured the remaining drops of massage oil into his palm and spread it across both cheeks, rubbing the soft curves until they shone.
Then he gave her the first sharp slap.
The sound cracked through the room. Natasha jerked forward and looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Was that necessary?"
Ethan rubbed the warming red mark before striking the other cheek just as hard. "No."
He delivered four solid, deliberate spanks, alternating sides and taking the time to rub the stinging skin between strikes. Natasha's ass turned a bright, pretty red. By the fourth strike, Natasha was no longer merely accepting his hand. She arched her back and pushed into the next slap before it landed. Beneath her, her pussy grew visibly wetter, dripping onto the towel.
Ethan noticed the shift in her posture. "You're enjoying this."
Natasha pushed her ass back against his hand again instead of denying it.
Ethan guided his cock back into her soaking pussy from behind.
The position was deeper, hitting an entirely different angle. His hips struck her slick, reddening ass with a loud, wet slap on each thrust. Natasha gripped the towel beneath her and pushed backward aggressively to meet him.
"Harder," she demanded.
He increased the pace. The bed creaked in protest, their skin slapped together in a heavy rhythm, and her moans broke around each deeper thrust.
While holding her left hip with one hand, Ethan's gaze dropped to the tight hole exposed between her spread cheeks. He ran his thumb around the rim once.
Natasha tightened instinctively, but she did not tell him to stop.
A thin, warm golden glow covered Ethan's middle finger. The magic made his skin incredibly slick and radiated a deep, soothing heat. He circled her hole smoothly while continuing to fuck her, then slowly pushed the glowing fingertip inside.
Natasha gasped, her head snapping back as she looked over her shoulder. "What did you do?"
"Magic."
"That explains nothing—ah…"
The magic pulsed inside her, turning every slow movement of his finger into a wave of heat that spread through her hips.
Ethan continued thrusting hard into her pussy while working the glowing finger slowly in her ass.
As she adjusted, the heat inside her intensified. Natasha's arms finally gave way, her chest falling against the mattress while her ass remained raised against Ethan's hips.
Ethan reached under her stomach with his free hand and rubbed her clit.
That combination sent her straight over the edge.
"Fuck… Ethan… don't stop…"
Her pussy clenched around his cock as the tight ring around his finger pulsed with the same orgasm. Ethan continued driving into her through the first violent contractions before pulling the finger out gently.
Ethan gripped her hip and drove deep one final time. He came into the condom with his hips pressed firmly against her hot, oil-slick ass.
They remained together for several long, heavy breaths before Ethan finally withdrew.
He disposed of the condom and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned with a warm, damp cloth, he carefully cleaned the sweat and oil from Natasha's body. Her ass was bright red and tender, and she winced slightly when she rolled onto her side on the mattress.
Ethan rolled one shoulder as he sat beside her. "The massage worked."
Natasha gave him a tired glare. "You ruined the professional evaluation halfway through."
"I improved it."
She weakly swatted his thigh.
Sitting up, Natasha removed the black maid dress, the stockings, and the lace headpiece, tossing them onto the chair. She pulled one of Ethan's loose shirts over her head. She drank some water from the glass on the nightstand and returned directly to the bed instead of going to her own room.
Ethan lay down beside her. Natasha settled comfortably against his side, careful of her sore ass, and draped one leg casually over his.
"Next time," Natasha murmured with her eyes closed, "the massage costs extra."
Ethan pulled her closer. "Worth it."
Natasha's mouth curved faintly against his shoulder.
She remained there when sleep finally caught them.
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