"Breakfast is ready, Mistress."nnMora turned over in the bed and smiled. "Thank you. I will be down shortly." nnMarlar nodded and, turning sharply on her heel, exited the room, the petticoats of her skirt swishing slightly. Mora yawned and slipped from between the sheets. The maid costume really was a cute touch. It seemed to accent Marlar's dark skin and eyes and added a touch of subtle sophistication as well as humiliation. She dressed quickly and ran a brush through her hair, slipped into her boots and headed to the kitchen. nnMarlar noticed Mora's approach and set the table quickly and efficiently, never once missing a beat. Silently, Mora was impressed at how far Marlar had come from the meek and obedient wife to the hot, sexy slut she had been crafted into. Mora knew it had been in her from the beginning when Jerry had first sent his wife's picture to her with pleas for help. She seemed to love her husband very much and they were very devoted to one another, but there was just something lacking sexually. Mora smirked as she buttered her toast. Every woman was a sexpot; they just had to be taught how to be without being disgusting. There were ways to be hot and sexy and kinky without anyone ever seeing past the professional exterior. nnJerry sat at the table, browsing the newspaper. Mora watched with a sense of satisfaction as Marlar slipped beneath the table and mouth-fucked him. Once he was finished, she replaced his pants and headed off to do her normal Saturday duties. Mora watched out of the corner of her eye as Marlar buzzed around the house, happy as a lark, completing each task quickly.

Finishing my last year of college was tough. I had recently separated from my husband. He agreed to let me stay in his grandmother's old home for a few months while I finished up school. The place was old, but it would do for the next few months. nnEddie and I met at a mutual friend's house two years earlier. At the time, we had each recently come out of messy relationships. We seemed to have so much in common. It wasn't surprising to our friends when we announced our plans to be married only six months after meeting. He was one of those suit and tie guys. Always dressed to perfection before leaving the house, and he appeared to be a great catch. Not long after our marriage, I realized just how big of an ass he truly was. He constantly drank, stayed out late, he occasionally did illegal drugs, and he was so arrogant. He treated people horribly. We fought all the time about how he acted. This was stuff I refused to put up with. He refused to change his ways, and so, our marriage was over. nnMy final experience with Eddie started as just another one of those crappy nights. It was rainy, humid, and the A/C was out. I came in from my second shift job, drug the mattress and box springs across the living room floor, and closed off every other room in the house. I figured with one fan, this was my best bet for staying cool while I crammed for an early morning test.

As I drove home I couldn't believe how much cum I had on my lower body around my pussy. My pelvis and inner thighs were covered with it. I also had it running down between my breasts. I could feel it and smell it. As I drove it got stickier and the wetness began to dry. About twenty-five minutes into the drive I could really smell the sex. nnMy pussy was flooded with my own cum from seeing Rick's big cock tasting and pumping out his seed all over me. And finally I could taste his cum on my tongue and smell it on my breath. When I pulled into the driveway I looked into the mirror at my hair and I had a nice big drop of it stuck in my hair.nnI opened the door and walked into the living room and saw my husband sitting there waiting for me. I surprised him because he had his slacks down and his cock out the hole in his underwear and his hand was stroking it. I told him to stop immediately. He did.nnI came up to him and bent down and kissed him as I slowly ran my fingers down the shaft and squeezed it. He moaned. Larry was very hard and was close to his orgasm when I stopped him. I asked him what he was thinking of while he was stroking his little dick and he told me he was thinking of me. How sweet. I asked him what he was thinking about me and he blushed and told me he was thinking of me and Rick and Rick's big cock. I worked on his cock stroking it and squeezing it and got him to tell me that he was thinking of me stroking Rick's big cock and making it cum like he hoped I was going to continue to do to his smaller cock.

I sat down on the couch contemplating what took place this evening. My boyfriend Tony and I have dated for three months now. He's a great guy, intelligent, good looking, witty and very capable in the bedroom. Tonight I asked him what he wants for Christmas, but he didn't answer. Instead, he looked off in the distance like his thoughts were a million miles away. I tried hard to think of things he has mentioned in the past trying to figure out what to get him. His clothing is impressive, his apartment is beautiful and he has enough money that he buys whatever strikes his fancy. He isn't one to talk about wanting something; he buys what he needs.nnSuddenly a wicked smile crossed my lips. I knew what to get him, but getting it may be more difficult so I would have to start making calls.nnHe arrived the Friday before Christmas, dressed in jeans and a casual sweater. We discussed staying in to make popcorn over the fire in the fireplace and sip some wine. It was my idea to invite a couple friends over, to which he agreed.nn"Tell me again, who is coming over tonight?"nn"I invited Bob and Yvonne, and Tyson and Megan."nn"Cool, they're all fun to be around."nnThe doorbell signaled their arrival. Hoping up from in front of the fireplace I greeted Yvonne and Megan.nn"Where are the guys?"nn"Last minute shopping.