Maid Stella

The sloppy, wet sounds of her saliva coating my cock echoed through the air, a filthy testament to her eager obedience. Bubbles of spit formed and popped at the corners of her mouth as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper and deeper with each pass. Her tongue worked feverishly, licking and sucking, desperate to bring me pleasure.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, gripping her tightly as I began to fuck her face in earnest. I held her head still, my hips thrusting forward, driving my cock deeper into her throat with each powerful movement.

She gagged and spluttered, her face turning red with the effort, but she never tried to pull away. She was mine, completely and utterly, and she would do anything to serve me.

"Fuck, yes," I groaned, my body tensing as I felt my orgasm building. "This is what you were made for, Margaret. To serve me, to pleasure me, to be my fucking slut."