Clara's pussy spasms around me as she climaxes, as she screams out in raw, shuddering delight, giving herself completely up to the pleasure involved.
It's an intense, depraved thrill too great for me to ever want to pull away from, as I lean into the tailspin, keeping her down on her my cock, letting her aching pussy massage my cock as I give her a nice thrust, and creamy load to enjoy, as I make sure that she is full and gooey and absolutely stuffed with cum before I let her down to her feet.
"Now, girls, turn around and clean the cocks you just left covered with your cunt juices. Remember, dicks are always sticky afterward, and it's customary to give a man a nice, sloppy tongue bathing afterward." I instructed all the women here present.
After that, I push my dick right up against Clara's face as she nods in eager understanding and proceeds to tend to the dick she's left all sticky.
"How embarrassing of me to have left your cock all sticky, sir," she whines.
"I'll clean that right up for you."
Her obedient, eager tongue starts to slither all over my cock and give it the treatment it deserves, tending to it in a showing of good customer service, the kind that is exactly why I love this mind and body spa.
I might have to come back here some time again and enjoy the services--and employees' mouths--again some time.
And I still have massage appointments to come!
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When finally I head home, I do so well fucked and relaxed, almost glowing as the weaving in and out of massages and rough sex have me feeling like my mind, body, and spirit have all been tended to in some very powerful ways here.
Slipping into my apartment, I wonder if I shouldn't spend some of the new money I got from the company to move into a better place.
A house, even. Somewhere big and spacious. But for now, this place is my home, and I slip into it with a desire to settle in and enjoy my night, relaxed and ready to face whatever tomorrow will bring.
But I am not alone. I should be. I really should be, because I live alone, but Christine is in my house.
"You don't have a key," I said to her, a little confused and worried, but I'm almost too relaxed to be angry after the day I'd had.
"It's fine, your landlord let me in," she says, brushing it off. "But it's okay, because I have a surprise for you, and I think you're really going to like it." Christine smiles a big, bright smile, burning with excitement as she claps her hands.
"I have some hired help now."
Out walks a dark brown-haired Japanese woman with a gorgeous body that is absolutely accentuated by the slutty maid outfit she's wearing.
It's incredibly tight, clinging to her body and her curves almost too much to seem very comfortable, following the outline of her hips and her thighs perfectly, with an incredibly short skirt and absolutely no coverage of her breasts at all.
It comes just short of having anything of the sort, much like the tops Christine wore to 'work'. A collar around her neck adds a certain sense of submission to it all as she steps out.
"Hello again, sir," she says, and bows her head happily.
It's Caren. Caren. Caren Kobashi, the boss I just in the morning anally violated in front of a board room the day before.
"H-hi?" I'm confused by all of this, looking toward the grinning Christine.
"What did you do?" I ask to Christine.
"You're not thinking big enough!" she says, smiling and throwing herself forward to kiss me.
"So I went back to your office and had a talk with your bosses again, and now Caren is on the company payroll where she belongs, as your slutty live-in maid and fucktoy."
More kisses all over my cheek follow. "I helped pick out the uniform, I think it's a great look on her, don't you?" She reaches for Caren, tugging her in closer and giving her butt a slap, making her yelp and blush.
I stare in awe at the slutty maid outfit that Caren's wearing, the risque mess that now covers her.
My former bitchy boss is now my live-in maid?
That's... I really don't know what to do, aside from grabbing hold of Christine and pulling her in for a deep, excited kiss.
"Thank you," I groan, pulling back in surprise. "Shit, how did you--"
"I can do what you can," Christine sighs. "I'm just happy to let you do all the damage, where you aren't being an idiot about it. Now go on, try her out." She forces Caren down to her knees in front of me.
"Please, sir, may I have a rough facefuck before I prepare dinner?" Caren asks, almost an entirely different person now as she's pushed down to her knees, hands grabbing at my lap.
She swallows loudly, looking like a mewling, demure mess as she kneels there, her eyes wanting for my cock but seemingly waiting for permission to take it out in case I don't want her to.
"Suck it down to the base, and don't come up for air until you're just about to blackout," I command her, and the eager manager turned maid slut pulls my pants down, happily going for a cock that has become rock hard in light of recent events.
She takes it down deep, following my order happily and slurping my cock down her gullet without shame.
"Fuck," I groan, head rolling back as I watch her go all out with a sloppy, slutty mess of excitement and need.
"I can get used to this." I groan in pleasure of suck by Caren.
"Mm, well don't stay up too late abusing the two of us, because there's somewhere we might have some fun going tomorrow."
"There is?" I grab the back of Caren's long, dark hair and shove her down my cock for some more, really forcing it in there as I show her throat a roughness and disdain that only swells hotter as I get a feel for what's going on.
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