The Maid and Her Master: That Night
Semen. Sperm. Seed. No matter what anyone calls it, it is varies from male to male. Some have it watery, some has it thick but in the end, it is all warm and gooey like. Sometimes I feel like a whore, but a whore takes money. I never like taking money for doing something which is so natural. Natural for what our bodies are meant to do. Those rubber condoms and even those pills do not feel right with me. However, I do not just fuck any man. I have my own standards I adhere to. But still, I am just a young skunk village lady with an erotic story to tell, working in the outskirts of town as a maid for some rich guy.
A very rich guy and I might add, single. He lives in one those big old mansions that needs a score of maids to take care. My current employer is no fickle with money. Sometimes he comes here to rest after working in town. A well build ram with muscle and sinew. He is around in his thirties and likes to paint small miniature figurines.
I always wonder what he would look like under his bathing robes. Every time he baths, I always volunteer to wait outside the door to pass him his robes and towels. I get to see his strong arms and chiselled thighs when he puts on his boxers underneath his robes. I get a warm blushing feel around my body each time he does that. But I can be a part of the wall for all he cares. It is as if I am not there. Still, I am just a 20 year skunk lass from the village working as his maid.
The ram never stays here for long in the mansion. After two or three days, he would leave for the big city only to return next month to spend another two or three days. He would come in late in the evenings with the head maid waiting for his arrival. The next day, he would have breakfast in bed only to sleep again until the late afternoon before going to have a shower. Later on, he would have his tea at 3 in the afternoon in his study room while painting his small plastic figurines. The maids working for him are well paid and we even have a place to stay in the mansion. It is as if it is our second home, but for the ram, it is his private retreat from the city. It gets lonely here. There are 20 of us maids and no males in sight aside from the gardeners that come to tend the garden once a week. Aside from the head maid which comes from the same village as me, the rest of the other maids derives from the city or other parts of the country from various maid agencies.
Not to say our employer is a pervert or a lewd male, even surrounded by ladies, he just breezes through. He is here to relax and to ready himself for the next run in the city. The ram may be strong, but under all those muscles and strong flesh, he is weak and tired. I know this because he acts just like my father. All strength and hardiness, but at the end of the day with all those hard work, all that strength is sap away. Lord knows how he suffer with all those city food and less than eight hours of sleep.
But then, I always knew this day would come. I have a feeling even the head maid also knows this day would arrive. Our employer arrives at the mansion in the late afternoon within an ambulance. The doctor within it and two male nurses bring him to his rooms on a stretcher. He is sick with a high fever. Apparently due to lack of rest and bad diet turn his health from bad to worse. After making sure he is settled in, the doctor gives instructions to the head maid before leaving. Needless to say, the rest of us maids are uneasy. The ram looks fine, but I know better. Life in the village is hard at times when one does not eat well and take care properly.
In the evening, after making sure the master is properly fed, the head maid gather us all for a meeting. Each maid has to take turns staying with the ram in eight hour shifts until he gets well. The morning shift starting from 6 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon, the afternoon shift from 2 in the afternoon until 10 at night and the night shift from 10 at night until 6 in the morning. The nights are the times which are the worse. I quickly volunteer for the first night shift that very night. After cleaning up and washing myself up, I waited until the clock strikes ten. It is cold and dark in the ram's room when I enter. The air conditioning is at its coolest and the curtains close. One of the maids got up and left the room after telling me softly, the master is restless and be weary of mumblings.
I scoff lightly as the door clicks shut gently. Walking over to the controller, I shut off the air conditioning and walk over to the windows and throw the curtains wide open. The moon light streams in through the windows and I open latches quietly to let the night air in, making sure the window nettings are fit tight to prevent any mosquitoes from the entering the room. The master whimpers quietly as he tosses restlessly on the bed. His eyes are half open and watering as he looks at me when I turn to face him. Quickly, I enter his private bathes and grabs a small bucket to fill with cold water. I grab the small had towel near the basin and shuts off the water tap as the bucket reaches half full. Walking over to his bedside, I set the small bucket down. My eyes scan the room and spots a chair near the door where the last maid has sat. Several quick strides and a short heave later, I place the chair next to his bed and sit on it. Carefully, I fold the hand towel and dip it into the bucket. Wringing out the water, I place the cold wet cloth on his forehead. His head is hot to the touch as I towelled him. He grunts as he squeezes his eyes shut. His head hurts and I can feel him wincing as the cold towel soothes him. Slowly, after an hour or so he falls asleep.
I pat his head with the towel a few times before I place everything back into the washroom. Hearing him breath softly as he sleeps made me feel warm on the inside as I look at him from the doorway. He is sick and I must do what I can for him tonight to be comfortable. I walk over again to his bed and gently pulls his blanket down from his body. As I fold the blanket slowly downwards, his large muscled chest comes into view. Master is not wearing his shirt tonight and as I go lower, I find out he is only clad in his boxers. I lay my hands flat on his chest and he feels warm to the touch. I rub my way downwards to find his feet cold and fold the blanket at his feet to keep them warm before sitting back on my chair. It is around midnight before he stirs again from his slumber, mumbling incoherently. I lean over him and place a hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat softly and the rise and fall of his ribs. He asks for water and I give it to him, making sure he drinks carefully.
I ask him if his head is hurting him. He mumbles a yes and I tell him to turn around and lay on his belly. As he turns, I got up and unhook the long skirt around my waist. With the bottom half of my uniform out of the way, I climb onto his back gently. I shush him softly as the bare fur of my thighs brush on his hips. He stiffens up as my palms lay on the base of his neck and apply pressure there. He is tense but the longer I rub, I hear him grunting softly from time to time. Shifting from using my palms, I cup his head and rubs the same spot with my thumbs. His body rumbles and he squirms under me as he relaxes. His pain is at the base of his head and before long, he falls asleep again laying on his belly.
Getting of him and his bed, I put on my maid's skirt and return to my seat. Over the next three days, his fever still does not break. The doctor is called again and he refills the ram's medication. Master is very sick and I made a request for the head maid to place me permanently on the night shift until he gets well. The timetable for the maids' work hours are jumbled due to the time shifts and my request helps keeps things simple. She tells me after my night shift, I will see to his breakfast and complete the duties allocated to me before retiring to sleep after lunch at twelve. I will be awaken an hour before my shift to freshen up and prepare myself for the night. I agree to her compromise.
The ram is very weak. He could not even swallow well. Every time he swallows, I see him wince in pain. Since the fourth day, his diet changes from solid food to fluids. I help him to the washroom at night each time he needs to void and pass water. I pity my master. How sickness has laid him low. But what can a skunk lass such as I do? On the fifth night of my shift, I got curious on his mumblings. Bending over is mouth, I listen as best as I could. I got nothing much but just groans and his head turning left to right. Every night now, I dab his forehead with a cold towel to help him get comfortable. As I wipe his fore head, I did not feel him move his arm closest to me. He groans softly and opens his eyes slowly as he touches my arm. He whispers to me to bring him to wash room. I quickly got up and slung his arm over my shoulder. The bed creaks as he sits up with strained effort. Together, we walk to his private bathes and I switch on the lights. He eyed him squinting at the bright light and he took his arm off me. He told me to wait outside and closes the door.
As I wait, I hear him opening the bath tub taps and I go to the closet to ready his bathrobes and towels. For more than half an hour I waited on him, but he still had not come out. The water tap has long since shut off and I got worried. I open the door and peek inside. Seeing nothing, I open the door wider and walk into his private bathes. He lay there in his bath tub gently snoring, his head at a weird angle. I touch the water to find it very cold and he teeth is chattering as he sleeps. Quickly pulling the plug, I shake his shoulders gently. Stirring from his cold slumber, he looks up at me with unfocused eyes. I pull him up and he steps out of the tub. I blush seeing him nude, but I slowly walk him back out to his room, water dripping on the tiled floor. I tell him to stand still while I towel him dry. Slowly, I press the towel to his wet fur. The ram may be strong, but he is weak with fever. His body is still too warm to the touch and above normal. Working from his head, I go downwards to chest, feeling the warm blushing feeling within my body beginning to rise. My hands linger on his heaving chest for a while before I go lower. I look up at his face as I go onto my knees. Looking back forwards, his sex is expose to me. Being as gentle as I could, I towel his male hood, making sure it is dry. As I dry his penis, I fondle his large sack, feeling those lime size balls rolling within my hands. I reach around him to towel off his rump. My actions bringing me closer to his privates and my warm breath washes over it. I feel him tense as my actions got bolder. My eyes look up to see him breathing hard and looking down at me. Though he may be sick, he is still a single strong male at heart.
I had always wanted to see how he looks like in the nude and now I already had my fill, I decided to take an even larger step. I smile up at him as I rub his strong rump with my hands. I open my muzzle and my tongue slides out to lick the underside of his shaft. I use my tongue to guide his flesh into my mouth and I gently suckle him. His hands hold my head as I work my mouth on him. I feel him grow inside me as blood engorge his penile flesh. Soon he is hard and I could no longer fit all of him inside my mouth. I suck on him hard as I pull him out of my mouth with a soft pop.
As I stand up, his hands goes to my shoulders. My hand rests on his chest, feeling his heart beating with excitement. I grab his hands from my shoulders and pull him to his bed. Gently, I help him lay down on his back on his warm bed. I walk over to his bedroom door and opening it to look outside for a while before closing it and locking it with a loud click. I look at him to see him gazing at me. I smile teasingly and walk to the foot of his bed. My bottom half of my uniform goes first. Tossing aside the skirt, I pull the tie at the back of my neck to loosen my blouse. I stretch as my arms pull out my blouse over my head, giving a very good look of what will make his bed warmer tonight. Flipping my maid's blouse away, I climb on to his bad until I am crawling over him.
Taking his hands, I guide them to the clasp for my brassiere at my back. Leaning over him face to face, I kiss his cheeks and nuzzle him as he unhooks it and slides the straps over my shoulders. He pulls it off me and drops it over the side of his bed. I moan into his ear as his strong hands roam over my back, feeling me as he goes further downwards to my hips. I gently nip his ear as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties. His fingers stays there for some time. He smiles nervously at me and I giggle at him. I ask him what is he waiting for. He grins and tells me a man waits for a lady's permission first before accosting her.
What a gentleman. I lean downwards until my mouth is next his ear and whisper huskily to him that I am no lady, I am his maid and I am going to make sure he is going to sleep well tonight. Leaning back up, I kiss him softly as his fingers pull my panties down my hips. I feel so warm within my loins. I never felt this way before. Maybe it is my excitement in having one of my fantasies coming true. All those times waiting outside his bathroom door and watching him changing from out of his bathing robes, made me fantasize about how he would look like. I had touched him with my own hands, feeling those strong muscles and tasted him in my mouth with my tongue as I suckle him like a popsicle. Moaning into his mouth, I close my eyes as his fingers let go of my panties, unable to pull them down anymore. Now I have him between my thighs as I shift my legs to pull away my panties. I spread my legs fully over his manhood and press my body hard to his. His hand roam the sides of my body, touching the sides of my breasts.
I wanted more as I kiss him harder, plunging my tongue deep into his mouth as his fight with mine. Our breaths hot and heavy. My own hands encircle his head as I pull him harder to my body with lustful passion. He groans softly and I open my eyes to see his face mask in pleasure. I gasps at the intensity of the kiss. I pull my arms from under his neck and press my hands to his chest to lean upwards. His palms slide up from my sides and cups my soft modest breasts. They are not that big, just B- cups, but he happily fondles them much to my enjoyment. He is gentle with me. His fingers trail from my breasts down to my belly. I look down to his face as crawl over him on my knees until I am sitting on his chest, with him between my thighs. He is so close to my flower. His eyes widen and he hesitates. Saying nothing, I take his hands into mine again and guide him to my belly. Softly, I rub his hands there before going lower and lower. He seems to get the idea as I let go of his hands. Those strong hands slowly rub lower still until they stop a few inches below my belly button. His warm deep breaths wash over my moist sex as he swallows hard. Look up at me, he smiles sheepishly. As he rubs there, I smile at him and I ask him if he knows where he touching me.
He says no and take great pleasure in seeing his eyes widen when I tell him over the spot he is rubbing is a womb where babies are made. He may not be a stranger to the female anatomy, regardless, being told by the opposite sex such things does have its effects. I laugh softly at his expression. I got of his chest and lay on him again. The ram, my master, my employer. He is sick and his fever still has not broken trough and his cold soak in the bath tub did nothing more but made him shivering with cold. Bare fur, together, we touch each other until I crawl downwards to his loins. His staff is mighty and pulsing red. Just as his whole body is warm by his fever, his tool is even hotter. I cradle him gently in my hands as I stroke him up and down. His sack fills my hand as I roll its contents. I feel each ball inside him large and warm. I want to taste him again and I made sure he is looking at me. I open my maw wide, exposing my sharp teeth and my tongue. As the tip of his penis touches my lips, I suck him in and fellate him. My tongue rubs the underside of his throbbing rod. I swallow from time to time, using the muscle to make strong suctions. Gently, I use my teeth and apply pressure on his meaty manhood. All in all, he is very warm and hotter than usual.
And I know just the remedy for this. It may not be the best thing to do health wise, but my master is suffering from his ills, every night, I see him uncomfortable and restless. I know he works hard, otherwise, how else can he afford us all to work for him and a large mansion in the country side. Other than that, I am naked with him in his bed with his sex in my mouth. His flesh is covered by my saliva when I pull him out of my mouth. He lay there with his head on his pillow, panting hard at the pleasure I have momentarily given him even though he has not reach climax. I crawl over him. His eyes are shut as he pants. Glancing over to the bedside cabinet, I spot an electric thermometer. Grabbing it, I place it under his arm pit to take his temperature. As I wait, I rub his chest, feeling beads of sweat under his fur. I go over his forehead and feels sweat coming out. Sighing happily, sweating means a good sign. The thermometer beeps and the green LED shows his temperature is around 39.8 Celsius. He looks up at me and I smile and tells him he is showing signs of improving. But I am lying to him. I could not bear to tell him the truth. His temperature is not lowering and the fever is still raging inside of him.
At least tonight, he will get a night of proper rest. I kiss him again and tells him we are going to do it properly this time. He reaches over to the nightstand and opens the top drawer. After rummaging through it for a few seconds, he pulls out a small box of condoms and hands them to me. The box looks new but after slitting open the wrappings, I pull out a string of 6 condoms. Six condoms for his seven inch shaft. I tear one open and pull out the latex covering and ask him what makes him more excited. Sliding the condom down my belly, I rest it on my sex, rubbing it with my moistness before bringing it to his ear while leaning down on him. I talk dirty to him, asking him things that might excite him the most. Does he want to fuck me six times tonight? Does the fact his twenty year old maid wants her master deep inside of her? As I ask whisper warm enticements, my body rubs on him. The questions grow more lewd, more bold until he is panting with desire and lust.
I place the tip of the condom on my teeth and growl playfully into his ear, telling him I am going to rip the tip. Chew it softly so he can hear every squeak and finally, bite down hard. He gasps as he hears a small snap of the tip broken and destroyed. I lean back up on him with the condom still in my mouth. I show him the broken tip and spits the remains out to the floor. Stretching upwards, his hands caress my waist and belly. Reaching for another condom, I take out another one. He looks at me with wide eyes as I pull it open until it is fully stretched. I lean down close to his face and place the middle part of the condom into my mouth and bite down hard. I purposefully break it in front of his eyes. The latex pops and rips as I grind my teeth on it. I pull it out of my mouth and show him the torn useless latex prison before tossing it down. As I go to grab another, his hands hold mine and he asks me are we going to fuck. I look down at him and I say we are going to fuck alright. Fuck real good and real hard. He looks up at me in concern and asks what of me catching his sickness, what of ...
I shush him. I tell him, if we are going to fuck, we are going to do it proper. No condoms. No need to worry about me. Besides, I tell him I got to make sure there be no condoms available tonight. Grabbing the rest, I line them up and pokes them with my index claw. I made sure he got a real good look of my claw punching through the condoms foils until my finger shows up on the other side. A finger size hole rendering all those latex wrappings useless. I tell him it would feel so much better for him to be bare inside of me and I wanted it so too. After all, his pleasure is of the utmost importance.
Gently, gripping his shaft, I place the tip at the moist lips of my sex. Pressing downwards, my loins slowly consume his virility, bringing it deeper and deeper into the place his sex is suppose to go. I gasps breathlessly. His rod is steaming hot. His fever has his shaft throbbing with strong heat and engorged with blood. The muscles within my loins suckle at him madly as he keeps going deeper and deeper until I press down on his hips. I swallow hard at the feeling of being so filled by a strong male even if he is sick or is my employer. His legs bend and hook under my thighs to get a firm grip as his hands hold unto my hips. I lift myself up slightly. My vaginal lips sliding tightly over his thick shaft gives me goose bumps at the erotic sensation. I relish it, I enjoy it, I crave more of it. I slide back down on him, feeling him thrusting up to meet me. Our loins kiss each other again and again and again. I cross my arms above my head, letting him see my body. I moan for him in pleasure. My strong ram has the tool he breeds women with inside my young suckling thirsty garden. I let his eyes look on at the body he is soon to fill with his essence freely without any restrictions on his penile flesh. I close my eyes but I can feel his heated lusty gaze. His eyes on my young healthy breasts, than to my face as I moan with the pleasure he is gifting me. Finally resting on the soft flat belly he soon will be ready to seed.
His male musk fills my nose. Sweat drips down my face as I bounce on his. His warm heated penis pulses deep inside me as we made love with passion. His hands left my hips and trail upwards my tummy to my breast, cupping each in his hands. I press my body on to him, letting him fondle them to his pleasure. I gasps breathlessly as a my body tightens up. My eyes shot wide open as I look at his face. My peak is coming, like a wave to the shore. He can feel it too. The feminine muscles that pleasure his tool for seeding females, ripples and suckles harder. I can feel him flaring deep in me. My arms shot down from my head and my hands grips his muscular arms tight. His hands let go of my breast to grip on my sides and tries to pull me off him, but I lay my weight down hard on his hips as my suckling pussy tightens with the beginnings of my peak. Any thought in his mind about pulling me off him and sparing me the sickness he suffers is thrown out of his mind.
I shudder and breath harshly as he bucks into me. My eyes turn upwards to stare blankly at the wall. I have felt semen inside of me before, but my sick master's slick seed is even more warmer, thicker, gooey and stickier. It feels pleasantly scalding hot inside me and my pussy tightens more around him. His unusual sickly warmth made every single splatter of white sticky goo felt inside of my body. The warmth, the stickiness. The semen he expels inside my vaginal cavity is the best I have ever felt and I milk him more of it. His hefty balls happily complies to my body's eagerness and void more sperm within them into me. I squeal breathlessly as my peak tapers off. Sweat drips off the tip of my nose to his chest. I feel my insides still squeezing him gently rhythmically as his gooey squirting splatters thickly, painting my intimates with more of his strong fertile white paste. I let myself down on him gently. His chest heaving with each breath and his body matted with sweat.
I breath in deep and relish his male musk. Deep inside me, his seed is hot and his penis stops giving the unnatural warm semen my seed thirsty garden craves. I have never felt semen so warm and voluminous and thick inside my most intimate of places. I feel the small ring of muscle deep in me drown in the pleasant scalding like warm goo. His fever and sickness is making his semen so warm. The warmth of his sticky seed made the seeping of his semen through that small ring go not unnoticed. Deeper and deeper it seeps inside through it. As more and more of his seed plants itself into the garden of my womb, I purr at the heated molten warmth. Will I get sick from this, I ask myself, but one look at the sweaty slumbering ram bring my mind ease. Tonight he sleeps well and if he wakes up again, I'll gladly fuck him back to sleep. His cock made sure to wedge itself deep in me and I am not complaining. I kick the blanket of the bed. Tonight I will keep his is lengthy cock safe and warm inside me and I will be his warm blanket every night from now on until he gets well.