Chapter 88 Pleasuring the Maid III

Chapter 88 Pleasuring the Maid III
Chapter 3: Touch Yourself

Coreen slowly removed the robe that covered her nudity with trembling hands. The robe looks like a python strangling her whole body, suffocating her. When finally released from the knot, she let it fall to her feet.

She bit her lip and resisted the urge to cover herself as she felt Royce's burning gaze on her body. She just let her long black hair cover her breasts for a while. Coreen stood in her room, at the foot of her own bed, not knowing what to do.

She had never been able to please or even touch herself in such a way. Yes, she experienced pleasure before and even got her first-ever orgasm from James, but she never touched herself down there. She didn't feel the need to. Never.

"Lay back and give me a good view of your most prized possession, woman," she heard Royce order.

Heat rushed through her cheeks at his words before she obeyed. She lay down on her own bed and shakily raised both legs, but they stayed together. For a second, she wanted to scream and end their deal. She's about to show herself to a stranger! She will destroy her dignity! 

"I'm bored."

With her eyes closed, she slowly opened her thighs to show her most treasured treasure. She spreads her legs like a common whore on the street, waiting for a customer to fuck her and make her feel like a bitch.

She heard him whistle. "Now that is a motherfucking view," she heard him curse a couple more times. "But I want it bare next time, okay? I want to see that pretty little cunt of yours."

Even though what she was doing was against herself, his words had a strange effect on her body.

"Now, let's make it a little more interesting, aye? After all, you don't seem to know what to do. I command and you obey. Is that clear?"

She only answered with a nod. She just wanted it to be done, and over with it, she could cry herself to sleep, wallowing in her own self-pity.

"Rub those perky breasts like you're kneading dough." With shaking hands, she did what he said. "Now, squeeze those pretty little pink nipples."

She guided her fingers to both of her tops and squeezed them. Coreen bit her lip and closed her eyes as she felt the sensation. She whimpered as she continued to squeeze her own nipples.

"That's it, woman. Fuck, you look so hot right now."

Coreen opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw across the room. Royce had his cock outside his pants, and he was praising himself. Coreen watched as his gloved hand moved up and down. She was right. Royce was indeed well-endowed down there. She can now see his huge, thick, and long dick, hard and erect, at the sight of her praising herself.

"Motherfucker. Ah shit, spread your legs more, baby, and rub yourself. Make yourself cum."

She couldn't take her eyes off him, pleasuring herself, so she did as he ordered. She gasped automatically when she touched her already damp pussy. She stared into Royce's eyes as she slowly rubbed herself. She couldn't stop moaning and closed her eyes when she felt the sensation that she hadn't felt in years. Her hips went along with every movement of her fingers. Raised with every tickle felt.

"No, no, no, open your eyes, woman. I want you to look at me as you pleasure yourself. Fuck. Pay attention to your clit, baby."

She did what he said, and she came undone. It's been so long. It has been so damn long since she last experienced pleasure. She was so caught up in her responsibilities that she forgot about this kind of sin. Yes, what Coreen was doing was a sin. She told herself.

"I can't." She almost cried when she felt the familiar sensation coming.

"Hold it. I want you to cum with me. And I am far from done, woman."

She whimpered, and she stopped her own orgasm from coming.

"Close your eyes." She did. "Imagine my hands replacing your own hands. Rubbing you in circles, imagine my finger going in that tight pussy. In and out as I kiss your swollen nipples. Squeezing it and biting it at the same time. Imagine me kneeling down in front of you, replacing my hand with my mouth. I will lick you and drink every bit of your juices. I will bite your sensitive clit as I move my fingers inside you, hitting your spot. I will fuck you with my tongue."

Coreen imagined it. Because that is all that is going to happen. Imagine. Because Royce will never be able to touch her. Until she allows him.

Coreen gasped and was almost in tears. "P-please!" she shouted because she couldn't stop herself anymore.

"Cum."

With that, she opened her mouth in a silent scream as she came. Her eyes opened just in time to see how Royce gritted his teeth and threw his head back. Coreen stared, mesmerized, as his semen shot out of his huge dick. She licked her suddenly dry lips and forced herself to look away.

Her elbows lost strength, so she laid down completely. She took her blanket and immediately covered her own nakedness, even though she had seen everything on her. She tried to catch her breath while looking at the ceiling. She won't deny it, yes, and she liked what she did to herself. Her body was also weak when it came to sensation, but attached to that was shame for what she had done.

She came just by imagining him touching and pleasing her, for God's sake!

She heard the sound of something metal, and when she sat down, she was even more surprised to see that the metal that was covering the glass wall between them was closing. 

When her body recovered, she stood up and put on her robe before going to the bathroom to take a shower. She soaped and rubbed every part of her body, even when she was the one holding herself.

Royce is slowly making her a sinner.



Despite what was happening in her life, Coreen still considered herself lucky. Yes, there are still hardships. Yes, her sister is sick, but she is still grateful to God for giving her Rica. There are ups and downs, but what is life without challenges? Life, for example, is not full of happiness and love.

She gazed at the metal wall and sat down quietly on her bed while staring at it. To this day, the scene she saw two days ago is still fresh in her mind. How he looks at her and how she reaches the highest form of pleasure. From that night, she had not seen Royce. The only clue that he was there was the empty plates he left after he ate. 

She tilted her head and left the room. As she came down, she found the now empty plate once again and washed it. She secretly looked for the man across the house but couldn't find him.

After eating and making sure that the kitchen was clean, she went out of the garden to sweep because she had nothing else to do. She was so occupied with her own thoughts that she failed to hear the sound of a motorbike behind her. She turned around and stared at the man on a beautiful motorcycle. Is Royce a racer, perhaps?

She did nothing but stare at Royce. Her heart started pounding hard inside her chest as he got off his bike and stared at it before raising his head. Their eyes met after what seemed like months, and Coreen stared back at him for the second time without the glass wall between them.

Coreen let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding before Royce's gaze and returned her focus.

"That plant will drown," she gasped, looking back at the plant she was watering.

She blushed when she realized that the pot was indeed flowing with water. Coreen felt annoyed and relieved somehow. But it made her angry at herself for feeling that way just because the man talked to her.

After placing back the hose she used, she simply glanced at Royce and saw that he was currently cleaning the big bike. Coreen felt like a pervert, peeking at her prey and lusting over his body.

She wanted to stop staring at him, but her eyes just wouldn't listen. She can see how Royce washed it—every nook and cranny. Coreen bit her lip as she watched how his muscles bulged and moved with every move he made. Her eyes trailed down his toned body, those sinful abs, and his V shape down to his jean-covered crotch, hidden from her sight but not from her mind. Coreen shook her head at her dirty thoughts.

'You've seen it once, and you're acting like a cat in heat.' Her conscience scolded her.

When he finished cleaning the bike, Coreen almost jumped when he looked at her, so she just stood there like her feet were nailed to the ground and felt like a kid who got caught stealing a cookie. Royce then motioned for her to step away, and she was confused for a second before looking back and forth at the hose and motorbike.

"A-Ah, I'm sorry." She stepped away as far away as possible from his way.

Coreen watched how he opened the faucet before approaching the bike with the hose in his hands and starting to rinse it. Coreen estimates they are fifteen feet away from each other. Royce is so near, yet so far.

"It was delicious, by the way."

"Huh?" she gasped in surprise. What did he say?

"What you cooked."

"O-oh." Coreen wanted to slap her forehead in stupidity.

"What? You thought I was referring to you?" Royce said sarcastically.

"Shut up," she said, annoyed, before sitting on the bench, which was still far away from him. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"What? Want to get rid of me?"

"As much as I can," she whispered to herself before answering him, "just asking."

"Not today."

"Can I ask you what your job is?"

He looked at his face and saw no anger in it. "I can tell you," he answered before looking her in the eyes. "But then I will have to kill you," he says seriously, without a hint of humor in his voice.