She Maid Him Do It

Adam Russo's drunk. Too many martinis. His maid, January Seraph, is right there in her uniform, watching him stumble. She sees everything. His eyes linger too long on her body. His faults pile up in her mind. She decides to act. She pushes him down. Makes him kiss her shoes first. Then her bare feet. Tongue working between her toes while she stands over him. She clamps his balls, adds weights that pull and ache. Every tug makes him groan. January flicks his cock, sharp and mean. Hits the head until it throbs red. Then the flogger comes out. Lashes across his back, his ass. The cane follows, each strike leaving thin burning lines. He takes it because she makes him. She spreads herself and orders his tongue deep in her ass. He licks until she moans. Then she straps on, shoves him down, and fucks him hard. Drives into him until his whole body shakes. She chains him to the bed. Mounts his cock, rides him rough, uses him for her own orgasm. When she comes, she keeps stroking him through it, past it, until the pleasure turns sharp and cruel. Was it all in his head or did she really do it?