Maid to Order, Made for More

"By my side?" I asked, my head full of comments. She did fuck Dan. She deliberately got that information. She actually was a secret slut.

"I did so much for you. Don't you think I deserve a reward?" she said, getting uncomfortably close.

"Reward?" I asked.

"Yes, a reward. Like... your giant cock." Gabriella said with a smile.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I don't think so!" I said, escaping her clutches and moving away from her.

"I've been thinking about a prank to pull on Irene. I know you didn't like my first one, so I revised it. I have a good one." she said, walking towards me again. "I want full access to everything of yours. That fat cock that I know you have. Your house. Your bedroom. Your bank account. I want you to shower me with money. And cum. I want it all. And I want Irene to have none of it. No money. No access to your bank account. No access to your bedroom. No access to your cock. She loves this life so much. She was poor for so long, so she hates cooking. She hates cleaning. She hates being poor. Imagine ripping this life away from her. Taking away all that money. All that love. All that cock. Imagine how funny it would be if she lost all of that to her dumb Mexican maid that she hired! That she brought into her home. Imagine how funny it would be to make her our maid!" Gabriella said, clearly getting more turned on as she spoke.

"You're evil." I said, my cock hardening despite me knowing better, this bitch somehow tapping in my dark sense of humor.

"The best pranks are evil. Mean. But that's what makes it funny. And trust me, this prank is hilarious." Gabriella said.

"Get out!" I commanded angrily.

"That's not what you want. You want to march me down to the bedroom, rip off my clothes, and fuck me senseless." Gabriella said. "You want to make me your whore. And I would love to be your whore. You can use me anyway you want. Fuck me as hard as you want, in any hole you want. You can live out your deepest, darkest, twisted fantasies on me."

"Get out or I'm calling the cops!" I said, standing my ground.

"But what will happen when I tell them you had me steal that file." Gabriella asked with a sick innocence.

"They'll take my word, the word of a respected son of a rich businessman, over a Mexican immigrant that I know is pure evil." I said. "Trust me, whores like you always come out of the woodwork. My company has lawyers to deal with sluts like you!" I said, with more anger than I had ever felt before.

"Oooh, such passion. It's so sexy to see you so mad." Gabriella said.

"I'll do it! I'll call the cops. I'm not afraid of anything you say." I told her.

"Fine. Do it!" she said, attempting to call my perceived bluff. I looked at her, tense with anger. I finally smiled, a little bit smugly I might add, turned my back to her, and started to walk towards the living room, towards the phone. Just as I bent over to grab the phone, I heard an approaching clicking then I felt Gabriella jump onto my back and wrap her arms around my throat, choking me slightly. She growled in anger as she tried to knock the phone from my hands. I wrestled with her, trying to escape her evil clutches. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, like a spider. I wrestled her around, trying to break her grip, but I couldn't. Her nails dug into my chest, and I was eventually able to get her wrapped around my side. Spinning quickly, I was able to slam her against the wall, dazing her a bit, causing her eyes to glaze over for a split second. But she kept her legs tight around me, even though her hands had loosened a bit. So I was now face to face with her, a few inches from her face. I looked into her eyes, full of anger at this evil woman, as we both breathed deeply from our struggle. Before I could react, she brought her face forward and mashed her lips roughly into mine.

I wasn't even thinking. I just reacted on instinct. That's why I opened my mouth and let her soft tongue inside. That's why I mashed my tongue against hers. That's why I allowed her to move her face to a right angle of mine, allowing our furious make out session to get deeper. I just went with the pleasure. Her soft lips. Her smooth, malleable tongue, which spun circles around mine, filling every part of my mouth. I started to get lost in the pleasure.

Then I pulled away, pulling away from her wet mouth, and she dropped away from me as I backed away.

"No. No. What the hell am I doing?" I said to myself. What is wrong with me? Why did I let her kiss me? Why did I kiss her back? She's evil.

"It's obvious this is what you really want. Deep down." Gabriella said. "Such passion. All for me."

"No. Just leave. Please." I begged, wanting to remove this temptress from my home.

"No. This is my house now." she said, walking past me towards the dinner table. "And you can prove it." she added, sitting on our dinner table, slowly pulling her skirt up. "By walking over here, getting on your knees, and sucking on my sweet pussy." With that, she flipped her skirt up, exposed her thong-clad pussy to me, grabbed the thong and peeled it to the side, revealing her bare pussy.

"I just..." I began, but the sight of her bare pussy took the words away. It looked so small and cute and pretty. A small strip of hair above her pussy again reminded me that she was indeed a woman, and the sight of moisture on her puffy lips let me know she was extremely aroused.

"Doesn't it look nice?" Gabriella said, running her fingers across her pussy. Her juices were dripping onto the spot on the table where Irene sat, as was her bare ass.

"Gabriella. No! You need to leave!" I said.

"Why should I, when you want this so much?" Gabriella replied, fingering herself.

"Gabriella. I am married! I love Irene! I am perfectly happy!" I said.

"Are you? Have you ever been truly fulfilled? Are you truly happy? Cause if you were, you wouldn't have kissed me so hard." Gabriella said.

"That was a mistake." I replied.

"That was the one thing you've done that wasn't a mistake. Has Irene ever driven you this wild? I think not." Gabriella said with a giggle.

"That doesn't matter. Marriage isn't just about making out or sex." I said.

"Well then you clearly haven't had good sex." Gabriella said with a laugh.

"My sex life is fine. You need to go." I said.

"And you need to get to sucking! You have a lot of work ahead of you before the wife gets home, cause I am not easy to satisfy." Gabriella said.

"Gabriella. Please go. I won't call the cops if you just leave now." I begged.

"Tell me, Troy, have you ever had life changing sex. I mean earth-shattering, world shaking, life-changing sex? I don't think you have. Just looking at Irene, I know it. That bitch is not built for pleasure. There are two types of women. Some are built to cook and clean. Others are built for sex. And just look at me. Look at these huge tits. Look at my perfect ass. Look at my tight little cunt. It's clear what I am built for. And look at her. No tits. No ass. Not particular good looking. Just completely unattractive in every way. It's clear her talents lie elsewhere than in the bedroom." Gabriella said, her juices forming a puddle on the table.

"It's not just about sex. Our sex life is great. I don't need a girl with huge tits, a round butt, a...tight pussy." I stammered.

"Ah, she's a bit loose too, huh?" Gabriella asked.

"Uh, it's just..." I stuttered. "I don't need those things." I said, "It's not what a relationship is about."

"Have you ever been with a girl like me? A slut? With huge breasts? A perfect ass?" Gabriella asked.

"No of course not." I said.

"Why not?" Gabriella asked.

"Girls like you...you're all show. You have huge boobs and a great butt and you feel the need to show them off. You feel entitled. I would rather have a girl from humble roots, with character." I replied.

"An ugly girl then? I understand you, Troy, better than you do. I can tell you feel funny about having money. You feel like you don't deserve it. So you punish yourself, marry an ugly girl, just to show you're your own man, that you are more than just a bank account. You are afraid to live the life you were born into. You reject the blessings you have. Girls like me struggle to get by, while assholes like you refuse to savor the gifts you were given. You torture yourself, out of guilt. Deep down, you know you deserve the best. That's why all your rich friends are married to those high class sluts with the big boobs. Because they are the best. Meanwhile, you slum it with an ugly girl, a poor girl, just to prove some sort of point." Gabriella said.

"That's not true." I said, frazzled. It wasn't, was it?

"Yes it is. But here's the good thing. You can have the best of both worlds. You didn't marry a hot rich girl because of your pointless guilt. You felt you didn't deserve it. You married a poor girl, so you could rescue her, so you could feel like a good guy. But here's the best part. You can get everything you ever wanted...with me. I am poor. I have little money. And all the money I saved I spent on slutty outfits. You could rescue me, save me from my life of poverty, and you could also have a hot slut with a perfect body who was so built for high society. You torture that poor girl you married by showing her a life that she does not belong in. You know it, I know it, and deep down, she knows it too. She loves this life, she savors, she throws herself into it, because she knows she doesn't deserve it." Gabriella said.

I gulped. Irene deserved this life. Sure, she didn't exactly fit in. Sure, she was a really good housewife who was great at cleaning. That doesn't mean her destiny was to clean dirty dishes and mop the floors. She was meant for the good life, right?

"Troy, you need to let go of your guilt. You won't truly be happy, you won't truly appreciate your blessings, until you fuck my tight pussy and cum deep inside me." Gabriella said with a girlish smile.

"I appreciate my blessings." I said.

"A man of your stature needs balls. You need to be a cold blooded businessman. You need to make tough choices. You try to be a good guy. You try to be a hero. You want everyone to think highly of you. But no one respects a guy like that. For people to respect you, you need to accept who you really are. You're a rich, high-flying, high-society asshole! You have more money than some small countries. Accept it! You need to spend your time living the high-life, driving fast cars and fucking a gorgeous slut who knows how to drain your balls, not slumming it with an ugly girl just to make you feel less guilty." Gabriella said.

"You're crazy! I am not slumming it with an ugly girl. She is my wife. I love her!" I said.

"Stop lying!" Gabriella shouted, her voice firm and authoritative. "You think you love her but you really don't. I can tell. She knows it to. She is waiting for this all to fall apart. That power is in your hands. You can absolutely destroy her, as can I! Let's do it. Let's show her where she really belongs."

"She belongs here, with me!" I said.

"No she doesn't. She is not the one that belongs at the end of your fat cock. I am. I have a tight, wet pussy, perfect for that fat cock of yours." She said, tracing her pussy with her fingers. "I have these big, fat titties, DD's, perfect for squeezing... sucking... fucking. I have this silky smooth skin, begging to be touched. I have these soft lips, perfect for sucking cock. I have this perfect, Latina ass, built to handle whatever you want to do it. Whatever you want."

I gulped. I don't want this. I really didn't. I loved my wife. I really did. I had no desire to hurt her. But Gabriella's pussy looked so fucking good. So juicy. Why was my mouth watering?

"You are clearly gagging for it Troy? Haven't you ever dreamed of having a tight, wet pussy smothering your cock in perfect warmth? Haven't you dreamed of being smothered by a pair of giant, silky-smooth breasts? Having a hard nipple from a big, fat tit in your mouth? A pair of long smooth legs wrapped around you? Your dick buried in a tighter than tight asshole?" Gabriella asked.

"I can... go without." I croaked out. I could resist her body. I could resist her no-doubt tight little pussy. Her giant, suckable titties. Her perfect spank-able ass. Her body was so hot! But I could resist.

"Can you? Then...why can't you look away. Why haven't you taken your eyes of my nice pretty pussy? It's cause you want it. You want my tight cunt. You've wanted it since you first met me. That's why you got so, so jealous when Dan flirted with me. Even when I was a dumb, sweet-hearted immigrant, you so wanted to take advantage of my innocent nature and just fuck me senseless. Stick your fat cock in your maid's tight pussy behind your wife's back. But this way is so much better, isn't it? Because we know how this will end, don't we? We both know your wife is going to catch us having sex. You could have called the cops and they would have carried me away and probably deported me. But you don't want me out of your life. You want me right here. Because you want it to happen this way. Because you still want to be a good guy. You haven't kicked me out because you do want this to happen. You just don't want to take responsibility for it. You want me to make you do this. That's okay. I can take full responsibility for this. Just get on your knees and I'll do the rest." Gabriella said.

"I can't." I said, choking up. The truth was, if I was single, I would totally do this. I would fuck her. I have never been the type of guy to just bang some slut. I always cared more about personality and how well I got along with them. I had never had a one night stand before. But something about Gabriella was driving me insane. She was ridiculously hot, her body was insane, hotter than anybody I had ever seen. But I was married. I couldn't cheat on my wife. I couldn't. But my dick was rock hard, and the devil on my shoulder was telling me to avail myself in this whore's body. But I couldn't do it.

"Just imagine how good it would it would be." Gabriella begged.

"I know it would be good!" I yelled angrily.

"You don't have to do anything bad. Just get down on your knees, right here, between my legs. That's not cheating. Just imagine how good it would feel to get on your knees in front of me, in front of your maid. C'mon. Don't make me beg. What's the worst that could happen?" Gabriella said.

Yeah, the worst that could happen was that she could grab my face and smother it with her warm pussy till I had no choice but to fuck her tight, juicy pussy. Well, it couldn't hurt to get a better look, I said, knowingly lying to myself.

With that, I went to my knees, my face now in line with her wet pussy. Her scent hit my nose, causing me to shiver and my mouth to water.

"That's it. Good boy." Gabriella said. She removed her wet hand from her cunt and put it on top of my head. "You're doing a great job." she said, petting my head. "Now look at my pussy. It's pretty, isn't it?" she asked. I nodded without thinking, my eyes consumed by her tiny, dripping pussy, and the strip of hair over it. Her fingers settled on the back of my head. I knew what was about to happen. I looked up at her, over her twin peaks, to her smiling, almost smug face. It turned into a sneer as her fingers dug into my scalp and pulled me forward. Before I could react, my mouth was mashed against her juicy pussy.

"Ahhh, there you go! That's it! Take it in." Gabriella moaned out. Her juices hit my nose, my lips getting soaked with her copious juices. "This is not your fault, Troy. I'm too fucking sexy. It's not your fault that your nose deep in my tight pussy. No one could blame you. And no one would blame you for opening your mouth, either. It's not cheating." I looked up at her comforting, gorgeous face. By some twisted logic, I couldn't help but agree with her. With that, my mouth opened.

"That's it! Right there, baby, right fucking there. Use your tongue!" Gabriella moaned. As her juices spilled in my mouth and her soaking wet pussy hit pressed into my open lips, it became too much to resist. I flicked my tongue out, taking a tentative lick of her creamy snatch. Her juices poured onto my tongue as I delved deeply into her pussy. I licked along the sides and the lips, creating a frothy mix of her cum and my spit. I swallowed it down as if it were the only thing that could quench my thirst. I circled her clit with my tongue. Her juices spilled onto my face as I delved back in deep, my nose pressed against her clit, swallowing her juices.

"Swallow my juices. Swallow them all!" Gabriella begged. As I continued to munch away at her sweet pussy, she began to speak her mind.

"I lied, Troy. You know that, right? This is cheating. Getting down on your knees, sucking my sweet pussy, that's cheating. One of the worst forms of cheating. You are pleasuring a girl while receiving none of your own. This is purely for my pleasure, so you can't claim to have gotten lost in the pleasure. You made the choice to cheat on your wife with me. You know that? You're a cheater now." Gabriella said arrogantly.

She was right. I knew it. I was cheating on Irene with our slut maid. But I didn't pull away. I just attacked her cunt harder, diving in deep, sucking harder, biting at her clit. This sent her over the edge. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she pushed me away.

"Oh, you bitch! I'm cumming, you cheating bastard! Here it comes! Open your mouth. AHHHHH! FUCK!" Gabriella screamed, furiously rubbing her own cunt. She screamed loudly as streams of girl-cum sprayed from her cunt. My mouth was open and copious amounts of her tasty girl-cum landed in my mouth, pooling inside, but most landed on my face. As soon as she finished squirting, I closed my mouth, and with a heroic gulp, swallowed the pool of juices in my mouth. I fell back onto my hands.

"No. What have I done?" I said, bringing my hands to my head, wiping off her juices from my face.

"You're a real cheating bastard now, Troy. You just cheated on your wife with me. You might as well dive in. No point going half way. If you're gonna cheat, you ought to do it right." Gabriella said, sitting up. "Take me to your bed, rip off my clothes, fuck the shit out of me, and cum deep inside me, like a real man would."

I looked at her, and I was seeing red. I had never hated anyone as I hated Gabriella right now. I would teach this smug bitch a thing or two. I would teach her a lesson for teasing a married man. I stood on my feet, my pulse pounding, my muscles tense, my body quivering. She looked up at me, cutely, expectantly. I stood over her, looking down at this little slut, her evil face, her heaving, round breasts, just spilling from her top. Her spread legs. Her smooth thighs. Her silky skin. Her tasty pussy. I met her eyes. Hers met mine. I knew what I had to do.

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I kicked the door to my bedroom open as I furiously made out with Gabriella. She had her legs wrapped around me and her hands around my neck as I carried her into my bedroom. I just kept furiously swapping spit with her, dominating this kiss, unlike the last one where she took control. I walked to the edge of the bed, but she tightened herself around me, jamming her tongue down my throat. I let my hands migrate to her ass, getting a couple handfuls of her round, perfect ass for the first time. Her silky smooth skin ran across my fingers. The sensation was addicting. I squeezed her full cheeks over and over again, admiring her perfect ass with my fingers. Finally I pushed away roughly, throwing her onto the bed.

"You're evil, you know that. You should not tease a married man like this." I growled, removing my suit coat and loosening my tie. "You're gonna pay for doing this to me." I added, tossing my tie away and beginning to unbutton my shirt.

"I bet." she said, spreading her legs lewdly, exposing her thong clad pussy to me again. The sight awakened something primal inside me. I was acting on instinct. In a blind daze, I stopped unbuttoning my shirt. With blinding speed, I undid my belt and ripped down my zipper. I grabbed Gabriella behind her knees and pulled her violently to the edge of the bed. I flipped her around so she was on her belly, her legs hanging off the bed. I lifted her up so she was standing, arms on the bed, presenting her practically bare ass to me again. She looked back at me, lust in her eyes, as I ran my fingers under the straps of her thong, pulling it down to her thighs. I couldn't wait for her to take it off completely. I reached into my briefs and removed my now throbbing cock, fully erect, a thick, pulsing 9.5 inches, leaking pre-cum to the floor.