Dangerous Days

Alora’s car pulled up the driveway exactly thirty-eight minutes after the call. I had barely finished showering and changing into a fresh uniform when I heard the front door open. My thighs still trembled from the morning’s final round with Derick, and his cum was still leaking out of me despite my best efforts to clean up.

Guilt crashed over me the moment I saw her smiling face.

“Hazel! You look a little flushed, darling. Did you sleep well?” Alora asked, pulling me into a quick, warm hug. She smelled like expensive perfume and innocence. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.

“Yes, Alora. Welcome home,” I mumbled, unable to meet her eyes for long.

Derick descended the stairs looking perfectly composed in a charcoal button-down and slacks, as if he hadn’t spent half the night ruining me in her bed. He kissed Alora’s cheek casually. “Good trip?”

“Productive,” she replied, brushing a hand down his chest. “I missed you both. The house feels different when I’m gone.”

If only you knew how different, I thought, shame burning in my stomach even as my pussy clenched at the memory of Derick’s thick cock stretching me open on her silk sheets.

The rest of the morning was torture. Alora moved through the house with her usual grace, chatting with me about small things while I tried to focus on cleaning. Every time I bent over or reached high, I felt Derick’s eyes on me…dark, hungry, and completely shameless. He found excuses to brush past me in the hallway, his hand grazing my ass or slipping under my skirt for a quick squeeze.

By early afternoon, I was soaked again. My nipples were hard against my uniform, and every step reminded me of how sore and used I was.

Alora disappeared into her home office to catch up on emails, leaving the door slightly ajar. Derick found me in the guest bathroom on the second floor, restocking towels.

He didn’t say a word. He simply stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and shoved me against the marble counter.

“Derick…” I gasped.

“Quiet,” he growled, already yanking my uniform up over my hips. “I’ve been hard for hours watching you squirm in front of her. You have no idea how fucking sexy you look trying to hide how much you need my cock.”

His hand pushed between my thighs, fingers sliding through my dripping folds. “Still full of my cum from this morning. Greedy little whore.”

I moaned softly as he shoved two thick fingers inside me, pumping them fast. The wet sounds echoed obscenely in the tiled room. He spun me around, bent me over the counter, and freed his massive cock. Without any warning, he lined up and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck!” I cried out before I could stop myself.

Derick’s hand clamped over my mouth as he started fucking me hard and deep. The mirror showed everything,my flushed face, my bouncing breasts still trapped in the uniform, and Derick’s powerful body behind me, jaw tight with lust as he pounded into my soaked pussy.

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” he hissed, hips snapping relentlessly. “My wife is right down the hall. You don’t want her to hear what a slut her new maid is, do you?”

I shook my head desperately, biting his palm to stay quiet. Each savage thrust pushed me harder against the counter. His balls slapped against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. He was so deep, so thick, stretching my already abused pussy perfectly.

Derick fisted my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to watch us in the mirror. “Look at you. Getting fucked like a dirty secret while my wife works twenty feet away.”

The risk made everything hotter. I came hard and fast, my walls clamping down around him as I sobbed against his hand. My legs shook violently. Derick didn’t slow down. He fucked me through it, grunting softly with every deep stroke.

“Again,” he demanded. “Come on my cock one more time before I fill you up.”

His free hand reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in tight, merciless circles. The overstimulation was too much. I shattered again, eyes rolling back, pussy gushing around his thrusting cock. Derick buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside me.

We stayed locked together for a few seconds, breathing heavily. He kissed the back of my neck almost tenderly before pulling out. Cum dripped down my thighs instantly.

“Clean yourself up fast,” he whispered, tucking his cock away. “And don’t you dare wipe my cum out of you. I want you walking around full of me while you serve my wife.”

He unlocked the door and slipped out quietly, leaving me trembling and disheveled.

I barely had time to pull my uniform down and splash water on my face when a soft knock sounded on the bathroom door.

“Hazel? Are you in there?” Alora’s voice called gently. “I heard some strange noises. Is everything okay, darling?”

My heart stopped.