Slowly at first then faster. Kissing me while you do all of this. I can feel your hardening nipples on my chest as you ride me. I can feel you getting...wetter, and wetter the longer you ride. You try to hid your orgasm in hopes that I’ll keep moving with you. I know you’re cumming by the way you’re biting my shoulder! I hold you tight and keep in motion with you. You tell me that you want to feel me cum as well, and I do too. You tell me to use you to make myself feel good. So I do… I get. But every one I talked to either got there by public transportation, had a line of bullshit that totally turned me off, or was not at all physically attractive for some reason or other (and as a person who has never been attracted to men from a physical standpoint, my standards of physical beauty in a guy were not that high). My friends were totally caught up in socializing with other girls, but I was sort of just in a daze, almost like a kid in a candy shop, but the candy cases all seemed to. In no time I had her gasping into my mouth as I felt her insides grip the three fingers I had managed to get inside her by that point.We became lovers, when I wasn’t waiting on her hand and foot. By this point I had been excused from my other duties and a new girl, one of the other two who had been sent away when I was chosen, was brought in to fill the maid/slave position.One night I was sleeping in my room when my phone beeped. The text was from Renette: “come now”.I looked at the clock: 2:30. He leaned on the stool cum filling my still working mouth, as I milked his cock of the last warm drops. Slowly his cock began to soften in my mouth as I swallowed most of his load, with only a slight dribble running down my chin as he pulled out.It immediately I could tell he felt as awkward as I now did. I was kneeling in his living room, in a dress, after just seducing my best friend of 20 years. He still offered to let me change clothes, which I had to get from the car. Buy the time I got.