I have a beautiful home in my village. Amidst the mountains, you wake up to the sounds of rare birds and waterfall. The air itself has romance in it. If you are alone, your mind and body will need a companion. At nights it gets tough. The cold weather and the flickering fire can lite up some unknowing desires that insist to be fulfilled. I am writing a story of a sexual affair with my maid and how that became my inspiration. When lonely, only way to survive is to have a drink and watch some porn videos to satisfy your desire.
It was my 8th winter there after my parents died. I would often visit the place to write some stories. Stories to be published in my upcoming adult novel. I was also constantly looking for an inspiration. One afternoon, I walked into my room and saw a young girl in her 20’s reading my stories. She stood there in a linen white dress that showed her entire naked body under the sunlight. He beautiful tiny yet curvy butt and her perky tits. I stood there quietly to admire her from afar. She raised her head to notice me in the corner. The book fell from her hands in shock. She immediately started apologising. She said that she was the housekeeper’s daughter and she had read my previous books, which got her curious to see what’s in the next one.
I was surprised to hear that. I smiled at her and held her shoulders to calm her down. I said it’s ok and I can give her the next copy for free once I was done finding my inspiration for the last story. She looked deep into my eyes, almost as if she had an idea. She kissed my lips. I was shocked. Before I could react, she kissed me again. This time a little gentler and warmer. I responded. In my head, the idea of having a sexual affair with my maid was making me horny. I grabbed her waist tightly and pulled her closer.
I could feel her naked skin under that thin linen dress. I rubbed my hands on her back while kissing her. She let her tongue lose and we intertwined. Her sweet saliva, tasting of cherry coke, filled my mouth. She held my wrist and lifted my hands from her waist, directing them to her butt. I moaned at the mere touch of that soft tush. I squeezed her butt and pulled her closer. Close enough to make our mids tease each other. She started unbuttoning my shirt and I slipped her dress down her shoulder. There she stood, in the celestial sunlight with her glistening body. I couldn’t control. I walked out my pants and lifted her to sit on my hard dick.
She was like a doll, weightless but arousing. Her perkies tickling my beard, making a random pass inside my mouth, while I fucked her. She looked so appetising when she raised her hands in the air to pull her hair back. I kept on my writing desk and turned her around. I gave a peck on her cheek and dug her deep. She was a naughty girl, while I was taking her from behind, she was caught masturbating herself. I pinned her down and held her hands from behind. She moaned and said, “I am coming master, I am coming”, and that, made me cum.
I sat there, stark naked, on my writing desk, thinking about wonderful it was to romance with the maid. Then, she did what a servant girl would do the best, clean the mess. She cleaned the room while I was appreciating her agility. She got me a hot cup of coffee, slipped a note under it and disappeared. The note said, “I hope that you found your inspiration”. I smiled. The next day I asked my servant where his daughter was, and he said he was never married.