Chapter 255 VIRGIN MAID BANGED BY BOSS
Chapter 255 VIRGIN MAID BANGED BY BOSS
I stood nervously at the grand entrance of Blackwood Manor, clutching my small suitcase tightly with both hands. The mansion was even more intimidating in person than it had looked in the photos. It had tall stone walls, perfectly manicured gardens, and floor to ceiling windows, which could give a perfect view of the city. At nineteen, I had never worked in a place like this before. I had spent most of my life in our small village, helping my mother with chores and learning how to be a proper, modest girl. But now I was here as the new live-in maid.
Mr. Damien Blackwood, was the owner of the estate, he was a very wealthy and powerful man. Everyone in the village spoke about him with a mixture of respect and fear. They said he was cold, demanding, and extremely handsome. When the agency told me I had been selected for the position, my mother had been both proud and worried.
“Be a good girl, Elara,” she had warned me before I left. “Keep your head down, do your work, and stay pure. Men like him only bring trouble for innocent girls.” And of course I promised her I would.
A middle-aged housekeeper named Mrs. Hargrove greeted me at the door and showed me around. The mansion was enormous , it had marble floors, expensive art peice on the walls, and so many rooms I knew I would get lost at first. My own quarters were small but clean, located on the third floor near the servants’ area.
“You’ll mostly be tending to Mr. Blackwood’s personal needs,” Mrs. Hargrove explained. “Cleaning his study, preparing his evening tea, and keeping his private areas spotless. He values discretion and perfection.”
I nodded, trying to hide how nervous I was.
Late in the afternoon, I was dusting the large study on the second floor when the door opened. Mr. Blackwood walked in.
He was taller than I had imagined, with broad shoulders and a commanding aura that filled the room with his presence. His dark hair was neatly styled, and he wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. His stormy gray eyes landed on me immediately.
“You must be the new maid,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
“Yes, sir,” I replied softly, lowering my gaze to the floor like my mother had taught me. “My name is Elara.”
He studied me for a moment longer than necessary. I could feel his eyes moving over my simple white blouse and long black skirt, taking in my appearance.
“Welcome to Blackwood Manor, Elara,” he said finally. “I expect hard work and complete honesty. If you have any problems, you come directly to me.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
He nodded once and moved behind his large desk, dismissing me without another word. I quickly finished dusting and left the room, my cheeks feeling strangely warm.
That night, after everyone had gone to bed, I couldn’t sleep. I lay in my small bed in the maid’s quarters, staring at the ceiling. The house was completely silent, and my mind kept replaying the moment Mr. Blackwood had looked at me in the study. There was something about the way his eyes had lingered on me that made my stomach flutter in a way I had never felt before.
I turned onto my side, pressing my thighs together. A strange kind of slickness lay between my legs. I had touched myself before, even though my mother had always said it was sinful. although I tried to avoid it.
masturbating is bad they say.
But tonight, the urge was too strong to ignore.
Slowly, and hesitantly, I slid my hand under my nightgown. My fingers brushed over my panties and found them slightly damp. I pressed gently against my most private place, gasping softly at the spark of pleasure that shot through me.
I closed my eyes and thought of Mr. Blackwood. In my imagination, he was standing over me in the study again, but this time his eyes were darker and hungrier. I pictured him stepping closer, his large hand reaching out to tilt my chin up so I had to look at him.
“You’re such a sweet, innocent little thing,” dream-Damien whispered. “I wonder how long that innocence will last working under me.”
My fingers moved in small circles over my clit through the fabric of my panties. The pleasure grew quickly, with each moves I made. I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become.
I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me.
“Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand.
I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.
“You’ve never had a man before, have you?” he would say in that deep voice. “I’ll be the first to stretch this tight little pussy.”
I moved my fingers faster, imagining him pushing inside me, filling me inch by inch until I was completely full. The pleasure built higher and higher, then my breathing became ragged, with soft whimpers escaping my lips.
“Mr. Blackwood…” I whispered his name into the darkness, my fingers moving frantically now. “Please…”
My orgasm hit me suddenly, my pussy clenched around my fingers as waves of intense pleasure washed over me. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle my moan, my thighs shaking as I came harder than I ever had in my life.
When it finally faded, I lay there panting, my fingers still inside me, my body trembling with aftershocks.
Guilt flooded me almost immediately. What was I doing? Thinking about my boss like that? Touching myself while imagining him taking my virginity? My mother would be so ashamed if she knew.
I pulled my hand away and cleaned myself up as best as I could. As I lay back down, trying to calm my racing heart, one thought kept repeating in my mind: This was only my first day, and I was already having fantasies about him.
How was I going to survive an entire job living under the same roof as Mr. Damien Blackwood?