Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 14:19:49 +0000 From: Sukey Cox Subject: TV/CD: My TV maid fantasy Hi, this is a little fantasy of mine, it won't be to everyone's taste. It's a story about me being fucked as a CD - if that's not your thing, please don't read on! I'm 31, and live in Aberdeen, Scotland. This is a fantasy I'd love to act out. If you like the story, please e-mail me at sukeycox@hotmail.co.uk Cheers I bent over as far as I could, purposefully keeping my legs straight. I could hear him sigh as he stared at my exposed ass, imagining his cock growing beneath the covers. Needless to say, the hotel room didn't need cleaning at all, and I wasn't a real maid anyway. I was just a normal bloke with a really really submissive cd fantasy. And today, I was finally going to live it out. Only a few hours ago, I had been at my computer, chatting and camming on fabswingers, when I'd starting talking to this guy. He was nice, respectful, clever but had a devilishly dominant streak. He wrapped me round his finger in no time, he knew just want to say and when. Before I knew it. . . I'd totally shaved my body from the neck down and was in the en-suite of his hotel room, getting all my "stuff" ready. I'd heard him come in before I'd even started getting dressed. . . I was just sliding on my black shear stockings when he walked past the door. My heart raced faster and faster as I pulled on my black basque and I fumbled with the clasps up the back. By the time I was latching up the suspenders, I was all fingers and thumbs. Listening to him watching tele, I took a few deep breaths before pulling on my thong, padding out my breasts and getting into my maid outfit - short dress, all black, little hat onto of my blonde wig. With my hands still shaking, putting on my make-up and lipstick was not easy. As I stepped out the bathroom, I pretended not to notice him, and started "cleaning" the shelves around the door. He coughed gently, and I turned round, with mock surprise. He was lying in the bed, certainly everything I could see from the chest up was naked. "Oh, very sorry, shall I come back later?" "No, no" he replied, "Just keep going" I continued round the room, making sure he could see my stockings and ass as much as possible. It wasn't just the tele he was watching, it was a pay-per-view porn movie. As I moved around, I could hear all the moaning and groaning of the women being powerfully fucked. Only my tight thong was keeping my contained. . . "So. . .how much do you earn then?" he asked. "Well, not much" I replied, we'd discussed my fantasy only a couple of hours before. . . "I love watching porn. . . but wanking is so. . . .lonely?" I just gave a non-commital nod. "Do you want to earn a quick 50?" At first I refused, but he persisted, as I wanted him to really, and then I walked over to the bed. Pulling back the sheets, I saw he was completely naked. His rigid 9" cock stood straight up into the air. He smiled, and beckoned me towards it. Kneeling on the side of the bed, I lowered my head as he started stroking my legs, ass and tits. I opened my lips, and started licking his smooth balls and shaft. As I hovered over his cock head, flicking it with my tongue, he gently pressed my head down. . . so his dick slid into my mouth. I sucked it all in, taking the full length like I had practised so many times with my toys. He moaned as I bobbed up and down on his cock. It was lovely to suck, so thick, long and hard. He was really enjoy squeezing tight ass and stroking my legs also. I sucked him for a few minutes before he lifted my head off, and turned me to look at the screen. "How'd you like to earn another 20?" The girl on the screen had her hands tied behind her back. . .I nodded. A few moments later I was kneeling on the floor, his belt round my wrists behind my back, his massive cock slapping against my face. He smacked me a few times before holding my head and pushing it into my mouth. Now he was controlling the speed and penetration, and he rammed his member right down my throat, hard and fast. He kept fucking my face harder and faster, moaning and sighing as he did; his balls were bouncing off my chin and my nose was pushed into his flesh. As he worked my throat harder and harder. . .he asked me another question. . . "What about another. . .50?" He yanked my head back and showed me the screen; the girl was bend over the bed, the guy behind her, his cock disappearing in an out of her asshole. I shook my head. He asked again, and again, but still I refused. Then, he stopped asking and just told me he didn't think I had a choice anyway. . .He just picked me up, and bent me over the bed. I was face down in the covers, but I could feel him pulling my thong to the side. My ass was already warmed up, he'd seen me fucking myself on cam earlier. . . even so, a shot of intense pain still fired through my body as he pierced my tight asshole. As his cockhead slipped in, there a moment of brief relief until I realised all 9" was going right into me. I screamed and he groaned as his balls smacked into my ass cheeks. He pulled out, and yanked my thong down, spreading my legs. Seconds later, he shoved my thing in my mouth. . .so I couldn't scream again when he thrust into my tight asshole again, faster. Grabbing my waist, slapping my ass, he rammed faster and faster into my violated ass. My whole body shook with the force of it, and he moaned louder and louder, pushing even deep than the first time. Just when I couldn't take anymore, he popped out, and pulled me quickly off the bed. . .I caught a quick glance of his dirty cock as he pulled the thong out before he pressed into my mouth. I tasted myself as he rubbed himself inside my mouth, and then. . .suddenly, he came. He filled my mouth with hot cum, still pounding so it squirted out past my lips. Keeping my head firmly on his dick, he thanked me, and stroked my hair. I was still trying to swallow, when suddenly my mouth filled again - warm and salty this time. His piss ran down my chin and all over my chest. . . then he pushed me away so he could spray my whole body. Soaking with his piss, he got dressed, and left. . .