Maid to Please Pt. 02

Some time later, I return to check on my Maid. I hope she has not been misbehaving... Oh dear, clear dribbles are still being profusely emitted from her shiny slit, and running down her massively engorged clit and between her thighs. Her nipples are a very dark red, almost purple, and are so very thick and swollen. Her breathing is still laboured, but I cannot tell if this is solely down to the suction effect on her jutting nipples, or the ballgag beneath her tight leather hood.

I lap the clear juices from her inner thighs all the way up her thick shaft, and take her bulbous helmet between my lips, slurping away noisily, not that Maid can hear me. Again I use the towel to wipe the sheen from her body. How long has she been like this now? It must be several hours...

Looking at her nipples, so thick and hard in their Perspex cups, I decide to release them both from the unending suction. The cups are immediately replaced by clamps, Maid's elongated teats secured in cold steel, with a chain running between them. She twitches visibly as I do this. The clamps keep her nipples nice and hard and erect, and so very red. I flick my tongue across each one for good measure.

I have taken great pains to prepare myself for this moment, as I have been building up towards my own satisfaction. Looking in the mirror, I am pleased to see I look the part in my heels and stockings, tight leather corset topped off by my large breasts straining in the sheer confines of my delicate lace bra. My sex is covered and restrained within its steel chastity device, which in turn is contained within the translucence of my flimsy lace panties. Unlike Maid, I have taken the precaution of inserting a capped urethral tube within my own slit, held securely in place by the steel cage. This prevents any potential leakage...

I lean over Maid, once again dipping my mouth over her rampant sex, and swallowing that delightful potion of hers. Then I tear open the small foil packet between my fingers, and proceed to cover her vertical protrusion in gossamer thin rubber, rolling it all the way down to the base. The time has come...

Facing the foot of the bed, I carefully place one stiletto each side of Maid's raised hips. She has no idea what is about to happen, other than sensing the movement of the bed beneath my weight. I reach between my legs and grasp the base of Maid's throbbing appendage, while I slowly crouch above her until her slit and knob are positioned and just touching my virginal pussy lips. I ease the whisper of lace parting my buttocks to one side, and slowly, oh so very slowly, I crouch lower, until I feel the stretch as my hole strains to accommodate her rigid sex. I pause for a moment, and check over my shoulder. Maid's breathing is evidently laboured now, either from the excitement of what she knows is about to happen, or from the fear of being powerless to prevent this.

Facing forwards again, I bob myself on top of Maid's bulbous head, and gasp aloud as I feel the thrust impale my delicate orifice, stretching it wide open. Oh, what bliss, what sensations, as I slowly squat lower, and inch by inch I impale myself on to her hardness. She is so thick, as well as long, and I cry out at the pain and pleasure. My preparations had ensured I was well lubricated down there, as I knew this would be a challenge, but I did not for one moment expect to feel the intense pressure that was stretching me to the limit. Reaching down below me once again, I was surprised and a little flustered to find I was only half-way: a good portion of Maid's sex remained unsheathed.

I raise myself slightly before bobbing down again, and repeating this process, I slowly but surely feel Maid's immense thickness penetrate me deeper and deeper, distending my delicate hole wider and wider. I am gasping at the sensation each time another additional millimetre reams my passage on the downward stroke until, finally, my straining delicate sphincter feels the thick steel ring at the very base of her sex. I still myself, bathing in the exquisite feeling of being filled to capacity, a guttural groan emitting from my throat, followed by a gasp of rapturous pleasure.

Regaining my breath a little, I slowly swivel my body 180° with Maid deep inside me. I feel my delicate passage being stretched further as I perform this manoeuvre, and amazingly, an increased level of penetration, with the steel of the base ring pressing hard in to my orifice. Now I am facing Maid's head, and her breathing is distinctly laboured, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. Whether this is through humiliation, or exquisite sensation, or a combination of both, I cannot tell, as her leather hood remains expressionless. My own breath is expressed in short pants as I struggle to accommodate her impressive length and girth.

Slowly I raise myself, feeling her thickness gliding out of my passage, before easing myself back down, grateful for having had the foresight of placing a tray between the bed and the cushions beneath her raised buttocks. The tray dampened the effect of the mattress springs, allowing Maid to achieve full-length penetration of my tight orifice.

I adopt a gradual rhythm using the entire length of Maid's thrusting organ, up and down, up and down. Reaching forward, I grab the chain linking Maid's nipples together, and I pull this on the up stroke, teasing her raw tits in their clamps. Up and down, up and down, galloping towards the finishing line... Maid's breath has become ragged, I am sure she is about to explode. I still myself, and feel the thrust of Maid's sex deep within me, throbbing and pulsating, and oh so very thick and hard.

I don't want her to come... yet.

I keep very still, enjoying the huge stretch so exquisitely deep within me, while Maid regains her composure. It takes some 5 minutes before her breathing is less frantic, more sedate. Her hardness is just as solid, just as deep, but not palpitating like a few moments ago.

I decide Maid needs some more time to rest, so gently I ease myself off her, and then, just as we are about to be parted, my wanton lust gets the better of me, and I ease myself back on her jutting organ, full depth, feeling every inch of her thick shaft all the way back inside of me, as I grind my orifice hard against the steel base ring once again. I sigh and moan with such pleasure, and then finally we part, and as I lift my stockinged leg over Maid's prone body, I feel the cavernous void between my buttocks and from deep within.

Removing the sheath from Maid's upright sex, I cannot prevent myself from lapping the copious amounts of seepage. While I don't relish the taste of rubber, there is no way I am going to let all that delectable nectar go to waste. After I have dried her reasonably well with my tongue, although fluid is still oozing from her slit, I disappear to 'sort myself out', and also allow Maid some contemplative time before I decide what to do with her next. As for me, the experience was exquisite. My delicate passage feels empty and tender, but at the same time it is yearning to be filled and stretched to capacity once again. It is an exquisite feeling...