Laundry Room Romp
#2 of Being the Maid
Her maid outfit was one of her favorites to wear when she wanted to surprise her master. The sight of her bent over, washing down the bottom of the book with a cloth soaked in wood oil, her skirt hiked up high enough to show her creamy thighs and round bottom had aroused him so much last time that he had pleasured her into near unconsciousness. He was addicted to sex, which suit her just fine. Her desires where near unquenchable. Every so often she had to stop cleaning to pull her skirt up to give her stiff, neglected bit a good rubbing, her head constantly leaking pre at the thought of how her master had driven his cock mercilessly up and down her little ass last time. The thought of how he last time suckled on her bit, his long, rough textured tongue passing in swirls around her shaft, sent shivers up and down her spine. Her little bun of a tail twitched rapidly from side to side. She smiled at the feeling, another memory pushing into her mind. He loved her bun too. He would some times spend an eternity slowly rubbing his length up and down along the downy fur of her tail before suddenly pushing himself into her hole.
Gently she purred as she felt it nearly for real, having not realized the hand pumping at her bit had stopped and had found it's way further back, two fingers pressing into her hole and gently gliding back and forth. She moaned forlornly. Her fingers were an inadequate substitute. Unable to reach the depth and lacking the girth of his cock.
Her eye widened and she gave a squeak. She swiftly pulled her hand away. Her little ass hole tightened with reluctance to let go of even the subtlest amount of attention. She was far form being finished with the chores she had given her self though. The sex was great. "The sex was fantastic." she said aloud to her self, but thinking about it was distracting her from work.
She was indeed a sexaholic, but she was also a workaholic. Once she had set a task for herself she followed it until it was complete. She thought about putting it off. She thought about putting the rag in the wash and cleaning up her other supplies and going to her Master's bedroom. She could smell his sheets from the other end of the house. The scent of his thick musk permeated every bit of his home. Always there. Her mind told her he was always there. Always just around the corner or down the hall. Her mind formed images of his tall frame, thick with toned muscles and a cock between his legs to die for. Her mind made the image long, thick, and pathetically limp. On her knees in front of the book shelf, her eyes glazed over she let out a small coo. "Poor thing..." she whispered as in her mind both eyes reflected the dull red of his meat. She crawled on paw and knee up to him. She smiled delicately up to his eyes, making the cutest giggle in the world as she raised her nose to inhale the heady scent of the enzyme juices that always covered his length when it hung or stood exposed form it's sheath. Lightly she nuzzled it with the tip of her pink nose, filling her senses with the scent, arousing her beyond any conceivable level. Murring softly she turned her cheek to it, running it along the side of her muzzle, leaving trails of the deliciously salty liquid along her lips for her tongue to gently lap away at her leisure, the tip gently lapping at his delicate skin of the side of his shaft at the same time. The ears of her mind twitching at the sound of his sigh, the sound of his motor like purr. She came to the hilt, turning to push her nose into the tuft of his downy pubic fur, the scent always thick and dizzying here. She could feel his arms around around her shoulders, his hands coming to rest at the base of the pony tail she had her hair pulled up into. Just as she looked up to smile at him before moving back down to completely swallow his cock, the day dream vanished.
She looked around curiously. She was indeed in the hail, moisture did indeed linger on the side of her muzzle, salty yet sweet. But there was defiantly no sign of her master. She sniffed at the air. The scent of his sheath was fresh. "Master?" she called out. All she heard was the gentle thrumming of the dryer in the laundry room. Had he just been here, for real? She looked up at the metro clock on the wall in the hall way. Her kitty had an odd obsession with time. Little hand pointed directly at the 3, the big hand at the 10. Her eyes widened with panic. It was 3:50 in the afternoon. It had been her master. The stealthy jerk must have snuck in quietly while she was day dreaming in front of the book shelf, not saying a word, not making a sound. She stood, quickly dusting her self off. Her chores were only half finished, only half the house shined. She wasn't one to make excuses, she would tell him the truth, that she had been daydreaming about his cock...again. She smoothed out the ruffles of her skirt, and just as she took a step further down the hall to his bedroom she felt a strong hand place it self on her shoulder. She practically jumped right out of her cleaning bonnet. She turned around and was completely caught off guard as another hand joined the other, setting roughly on her opposite shoulder and she suddenly felt her self pulled into soft fur. Her nose twitched, recognizing the scent immediately. She squeed with both joy and from the oxygen being forced from her lungs. Just as suddenly as she was fulled forward she was held back at arms length. Her master stood before her, he was with out clothes, and his bit did hang between his leg. He leaned forward and gave her a gentile nuzzle followed by a lick on her for head, the force of which licked her bonnet clean off her head and back wards. She giggled as he looked down at her with absolute adoration.
"I lost my hat" she said with a soft coo, eyes glittering with love an affection.
"Better pick it up, it might get stepped on." His voice was as smooth as it always way, he smiled, pure white fangs glittering at her. Most other creature cringe in fear of being eaten when he smiled. She cringes in delight. That smile always meant he was about to use her like new latex pussy.
"I was about to throw it in the wash with the other clothes any ways so what if it gets scuffed a bit" she said, crouching down, leaving her hind quarters out of his reach. She felt like teasing him. Her day dreams had driven her made, half of them any way. One was real. It had been his real cock she tasted, not some trick of the mind brought on by her lust. She scooped up the bonnet and turned to her left, the door to the laundry room just next to her. Once her back was turned she expected to be bent over, to feel his cock drive between her legs and tease her balls. She could smell how horny he was, her out fit was doing the trick. To her own reluctance though, she felt nothing but a breadth of warm air form the dryer as it thumped slightly off balance to her left. She let out a slightly reluctant sigh as she tossed the bonnet into the pile and wrapped her arms around her self to pull the rest of the outfit off.
"No...leave it on...I want it soaked before you put it in." he said with a chuckle as he stepped through the door, looking both menacing and beautiful. She raised a paw up over her chest. She was in awe of him, she always seemed to be. The light through the back door window though hit him in such a way that made him seem...godlike. "Mind finishing what you started?" he asked as he lowered his hand, gesturing to his limp cock. She looked around, her hands now twisting the him of her skirt, pulling it up just enough so he could see the white velvet fur of her little balls.
"H-here?" she asked. It wasn't that she minded sucking him off in the laundry room. She would suck his balls dry of every ounce of cum they had in them even in a crowded elevator if given the proper motivation. It was just hot in here. Sweat already starting to form under her fur. The dryer thumped and thudded, radiating heat out the back side and the small cramp room with all the linens strewn about collected that heat and held it in. Her mind worked out at least a dozen excuses or suggestion but she knew he wouldn't take no for an answer as he began to take small, deliberately slow steps toward her. Her eyes suddenly became transfixed on the meat that dangled between his legs. She watched as the veins pulsed harder, as it began to swell and stiffen. She watched and began to smile. Her nose now already full of the intoxicating scent of his predatory pheromones. She could not resist. Her mind resisted but her body didn't hesitate for a moment. She slowly fell to her knees and leaned forward and wrapped her hands around his legs, holding her steady as her muzzle slid along his thick meat. She purred, her little bun of a tail twitching franticly.
He placed a hand on her head, his touch encouraging, her tongue lapping down the shaft to his hilt, her nose pressed firmly into his downy pubic hair and nose inhaling sharply his scent. She purred as she flicked her tongue out, lapping at the base of his cock between his shaft and his balls. Her ears twitched and she peeped at the joy filled pur that escaped form his throat. She peeped yet again, knowing she did a good job. Her eyes changed now, she looked at his cock from an object of wonder, to one of pleasure. Her expression changed form awe to lust as she wrapped her lips around the side, suckling softly. She worked back down his shaft to his head, taking it past her lips and suckling it softly, tongue passing circles around it. She looked up to him, taking more of his cock into her little mouth. His eyes were closed and both hand on her head now, claws gently kneading at her scalp. More of his length passed her lips, his tip at the back of her throat. She stopped, intending to bob back up but his hands stopped her, pressing her firmly down more of his shaft. She closed her eyes, ducts watering and her throat opening wide for what was to come. In a near instant his hands had yanked her head all the way down to his base, his cock nestled deeply in her throat. She sputtered and swallowed uncontrollably but she did not fight to pull back, instead accepting and loving every inch of his cock that violated her esophagus.
What she loved even more, now that she thought about it, was what he was doing to her now. She relaxed her body, her neck limp so that he could easily slide her head up and down his length. His cock left and invaded her throat over and over, each time forcing her to swallow. His mewling told her he enjoyed the tight milking sensations she gave him, and that he enjoyed fucking her mouth like it was a cheap porn shop pussy. She loved being fucked like this, to be forced to blow her master till she choked on his kitty cream. By how she forced him, her head swiftly bobbing up and down, swallowing his cock easily with each thrust, he intended to cream her insides until she spilled it out of her nose. He began to mewl now, the pitch changing. He was near ready to explode in her mouth. She began to move of her own accord now, her neck muscles bulging under the strain as he held tight to his thighs. She wanted his cum. She had to have it, had to taste it. She needed to feel the burning in her nose as it forced its way into her nasal passage and erupted form her pink nostrils. Only a moment later she obtained her wish. She felt his legs go limp, his knees buckle. She closed her eyes and felt him lean to the side, arm supporting him on the washer as she felt the come rush through his cock, the thick vein on the under side of his shaft growing stiff and pulsing in waves as his white milk filled her throat.
He must have been pent up during work. He carried a larger load then usual this time. It instantly filled her tummy and she gagged and choked. She cried out around his shaft, voice only a sputtered gurgle as her throat quickly filled with his cum. Some of the white splashed out passed her gums, sprayed out onto his pelvis and splashing back onto her cheeks. She felt the rush as her nose filled with it, felt it jet out of her nostrils. She nearly passed out form the intoxicating mix of her own endorphins and his pheromones. She gurgled a purr and swallowed what she could down. Her tummy feeling tight and her body feeling full and satisfied. His cock began to soften, growing limp as it pulled form her throat and mouth. He gave her a pat on the head and smiled. She turned around, the heat of the room now a distant sensation compared to the heat she now felt in her loins. She bent over on to one hand, her other pulling her skirt up and spreading a cheek away form the other, her puckered brown tail hole winking up at her master, her tail twitching furiously.
"Please master..." she moaned as she turned her had and lowered her self down to her shoulder, her other hand now moving up between her legs and between her cheeks. Two fingers sank into her ass and she licked her muzzle, eyes looking at the tiger out the corners, full of lust and want. "Please...fuck your little rabbit's rabbit hole...please fill me with your come. I want to feel my insides, I NEED to feel my insides expand with your seed. Please master!?"
He smiled, looking at her blearily through the glow of his earth shattering orgasm. His hand held around his cock and balls, a long string of pre dripped form his tip to the floor. He nodded as he turned, heading to the bed room. And she, still finger fucking her self, grimaced and moaned at how she was forced to wait for the sweet sensation of his tapered feline cock plowing into her back side. She fumbled as she stood and quickly trailed on his heels to the master bed, her stiff cock waving from side to side as she walked.
To be continued in Part 3 "Between a cock and a hard place"