Always a Pleasure Serving (serter&loveme)

[Loveme]

Rose was enjoying every single bit of what was going on. She had lost count on how long she had been a slave for the House. But she had enjoyed her time there and she truly never planned on leaving. Her job wasn't really that hard, be there if someone needed her, for various duties or sexual. She didn't mind, she loved the fetish life style of being in someone else's complete control. The woman was currently in her Master's control. he was fucking her like no tomorrow and she knew they both enjoyed.

She was a beautiful woman, long black hair, bright green eyes, she had curves in all the right places too. Everyone seemed to ooo and awe over her, but she was her Master's and whoever else needed her in the house hold.

Rose gasped as her master suddenly left her, leaving her empty as he pulled his hips back, his hands going to her thighs, turning her onto her side before his strong hands gripped her waist and with seemingly no effort, she was turned and placed on her hands and knees, her hands going instantly to gripping the top of the headboard as she felt her masters hand on her hip, the other grabbing a firm handful of her hair before yanking her head back with a snap, forcing her to stare into the wall as he thrust back inside of her, the smile on her painted lips nearly touching her ears as she closed her eyes and let her master enjoy his favorite maid.

She was letting out screams of pleasure in her current postion. On her hands and knees is one she had always loved. "Master that feels soo good." She managed to groan out before she bit her bottom lip.

 

[serter]

Rose had been serving as eric's personal maid since she was hired on almost a year ago now. She had, to her credit lasted longer than most servants in their house. Even among fetishists and BDSM freaks who loved the entirety of the district and the laws and rules here, serving in a house as a servant for long was taxing and difficult. The demands set upon her as a servant were already pretty high in a large estate house like this one. Their house was the size of a small college with dozens of rooms on it's three floors upper floors, basement, and sub basement floors. Bedrooms, bathrooms, a library that stretched all three upper floors, and indoor theatre, thought it saw little use, two seperate ballroom sized rooms for parties, a massive kitchen that took 6 servants alone to staff, housing for the servants themselves, and other varying use rooms were all the responsibility of the staff. With a average of twenty staff on hand at any given time, despite having to constantly find new help, the house was hard to maintain for the servants, mostly because eric and his three brothers, plus his father and mother, all had their own personal playthings that were often not around to do their share of the work, like rose.

Eric was rough with his toys, but he wasn't cruel like his youngest brother, he tugged on the firm handful of roses hair but not so hard that he might hurt her, well, hurt her more than she liked. His other hand slapped onto her ass, burning a red handprint into her asscheek that faded slowly as he continued pounding into her, his pelvis crashing against her soft, wonderful asscheeks. Letting out a groan from deep in his throat, eric's eyes closed and his head fell back, a grin spreading across his face as he fucked away, hips snapping forward, a wonderful burn creeping up the backs of his thighs as his muscles sung from the exercise, he could feel his servants insides gripping him, squeezing as if she was afraid he would leave her again even to just change position. This was how eric spent every, well, at least most mornings, him and rose rolling around in bed after she arrived to clean up his room. She was a professional, she always came in to do her job, pick up his mess, check for anything that needed cleaning, and never spoke to him aside from a polite "good morning sir" or something like that, yet every day eric would grab her before she could leave and then rose would be on her back on the mattress, legs in the air, skirt of her little maids uniform hiked up, and a smile plastered on her painted lips as her master ravaged her and filled her with his cum.

Eric often told her as they laid together afterwards that he needed to fuck in the morning, he just couldn't get his work done if he didn't clear his mind, which really meant empty his balls, but he was always polite and thanked her for her service, and then she'd go back to her work around the house and whoever wanted a piece of her, never giving any indication he might have feelings for her or there might be more there, but eric could see that sometimes she had a look in her eye when he was around, something more than the playful excitement of the other female staff, he wondered sometimes.

 

[Loveme]

The woman wasn't quite sure why she never spoke to Eric. The only time she did speak to him was when she was telling him good morning or asking him what he needed for the day or what needed to be cleaned. Most mornings for the past year, Eric's bedroom was the first place she went after waking up and getting dressed in the morning. He always told her after they fucked that he needed it in the morning times. Rose done her best to make sure he got what he needed or wanted. He was her sole Master and she would give him what he needed.

Right now, he was giving her what she needed. Rose liked it rough and Eric knew that. If he didn't have his hand in her hair, she would of threw it back anyway. He knew how to fuck and Rose enjoyed it thoroughly. She knew she had other chores to do around the house and maybe even other people. But most of the time they left her alone for Eric.

Rose knew that someone like him would probably never have feelings for her. But she had spent every day with him. Sure she had some feelings for him. She doubted she would ever tell him, someone in her place would probably never be married to someone like him or even be in a relationship. Rose could feel her body starting to tighten, he was hitting her good spot and she knew it wouldn't be long before she would be cumming. "Master, I'm close to cumming." She spoke softly. All most asking for permission.

 

[serter]

Eric was very particular about making sure his fucktoys came whenever he took them. It was only in the more specific of circumstances when he just really needed to vent anger or stress that he didn't care if they got off, which was usually not a problem because if he was fucking them to vent stress or anger, they usually got off just from how intense he was. As she moaned softly that she was close, eric gave her hair a sharp tug, forcing her back to arch and throwing every bit of strength he had into each thrust, his cock stabbing inside her, the head punching against her cervix again and again as their bodies collided, making wet slapping noises from sweat and her leaking all over her thighs and the bed. He could feel her tightening around him, gripping him like a fist as her hands gripped the headboard with white knuckles, he could just barely hear her manicured nails digging into the hardwood as she got closer and closer.

He was panting, breathing hard and tugging on her hair as he let out a feral growl as he drove himself towards his own orgasm. His cock was ready to erupt but he wanted to feel her tip over the edge before he filled her, making it a point of pride to always bring his servants to climax. He knew her name was rose, though he rarely called her by it, he rarely called her anything, usually he just grabbed her and pulled her into his room or she was already there in the morning and a gesture or a mischevious smile was enough to get the message across that he wanted to play. "cum for me rose" he moaned, his own voice soft between breathes, encouraging yet still commanding. He thought calling her by her name would have a nice effect, after all, he had taken her hundreds of times before now and had never done it once, it should get a nice reaction from her "come on rose cum for me!".

 

[Loveme]

The mess they were making, would be quite alright. She would clean it up when they got done. Which by the sounds of it sounded like it wouldn't be to far now. Especially as he pulled her hair tighter, causing her back to arch more then it had been. Rose really hadn't noticed how hard she was clenching the head board, but her knuckles were white as she dug her nails into the top of the head board. All it took was for Eric to tell her and she felt her body releasing all the built up pleasure that it had been holding in. Even when she heard him call her by her name, it added more fuel to her orgasm.

Her screams could probably be heard from the house, but it wouldn't be the first time. People had no shame in the house and it wasn't unusal to hear someone's cries of pleasure. Sometimes it was pain and pleasure. When she felt her body relaxing against his cock, she groaned out slowly. Her grip on the head board releasing as she let her hands fall to the floor. Her whole body would have if his hand wasn't entwined in her hair. She was smiling ear to ear, partly because he had never called her Rose and the other part because she had just had one of the best orgasms. Him calling her by her name was almost the most he had ever talked to her in one sitting. He was always quite around Rose and she had gotten use to it.

But now she knew her time with him was about to be over, because she could feel his own dick throbbing inside her. She knew it wouldn't be long and he would be having his own orgasm.