There was a blonde I met in the grocery store parking lot. She was wearing some black booty shorts and a red halter top, bending over to put her groceries in the trunk of her car. I squeezed her tight ass as she put the last bags in, and she just gave me an exasperated look.

On the car ride to my home, she took the initiative to unzip my pants and start sucking my dick. In retrospect, she probably is so good at that in the hopes that it'll satisfy whoever pulls her aside for some fun and then she can get back to her life. By the time we got home, she had swallowed one load and was halfway towards coaxing another out of me.

We got to chatting as I stripped her naked and lead her into the kitchen. Brittany was a yoga instructor that only taught classes with women in a secluded part of the gym, to prevent interruptions. She wasn't too happy to have to make dinner for me, but she figured it was some sort of domestic kink of mine. Once the Mac and cheese was done, I had spent long enough playing with her tits and grinding on her ass, so I jammed it into her slit and unloaded my cum inside her. After that, we had a pleasant dinner, with her leaking cum and ignoring how I stared at her boobs a lot of the time.

Brittany got upset when I dragged her to my bedroom, but only started crying when I pinned her to the mattress and told her she was going to be my slave for the rest of her life. She outright sobbed when I told her that I expected to be woken up with a blowjob every morning.

To her credit, I only had to slap her around a little and twist her nipples a few times before she promised to do her duties as my pleasure slave. I honestly didn't think it would be that easy, but I guess there was that recent case where a waitress refused to leave the cafe when a customer asked her to fuck him at the hotel, and the courts hit her with a month of gangbangs in the prison.

At any rate, the next morning, I woke up to a wonderful blowjob, my hand stroking her hair as she looked at me with dull eyes and my cock in her mouth. I could tell she was still upset about being abducted, but she dutifully swallowed every drop of my cum, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast as I hit the shower and got ready for my day.

Breakfast was mac and cheese again. I asked her why, and she shrugged and said it was the only instant food she could find in the apartment. More questioning revealed that she only knew how to make boxed and frozen meals, and liked to order out more often than not. Needless to say, I was completely disapointed. I told her that this wasn't going to work out, I needed a woman who could actually cook for my pleasure maid. Brittany got angry at me, lecturing me on how women are more than holes to fuck and private chefs, they have dreams and ambitions and I was being so sexist, etc etc. I think she thought I was going to tell her to learn to cook?

At any rate, she was pleasantly surprised that I was going to let her free, and I offered to drive her back to the parking lot I got her from. She blew me the entire way, her skillful tongue and lips teasing more pleasure out of my cock than I had thought possible. Honestly, I was tempted to keep her just for that, but my better judgement won out and I thanked her for the blowjob and set her on her way.

In retrospect, just grabbing a woman in a parking lot isn't a great way to find a good pleasure maid, but I don't regret it.