It’s one of those late summer evenings in late July, the air is shimmering with heat and the sunset is tinging the sky in orange and red. From my bedroom, I can look across the backyard that’s bleeding into the green, lush landscape. No neighbors in sight. The pool reflects the last rays of sunlight, perfectly still in the silence of the evening. Lewis, the gardener left three hours ago and Mary, my cook, has left for the weekend too. She prepared breakfast, lunch, and dinner that you’ll warm up for me.

You. My maid. At 24 you’re the youngest of my staff. I stand by the floor-to-ceiling window of my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my hips. I use a hand towel to dry off my middle-length, dark blond hair. There you are, by the pool, picking up the glasses, the ashtray, and my plate from dinner that I enjoyed just a few minutes ago. Before taking a shower. 

I watch you for a moment longer. You insisted on staying the weekend. I think you think that I can’t survive without someone preparing my meals. I’m nearly a decade older than you. I’ve lived alone, without a maid, a gardener, a cook. Admittedly, it’s nicer to have someone serve me meals instead of…ordering in. But being the sweet girl that you are, you make sure I want for nothing.

I see my phone flash up from my periphery. I instinctively look over, then back down to the pool again. You’re gone. Probably finishing up for the night. When you first started working for me, I thought you’d fit in well. A quiet, private girl with long red hair and light blue eyes. Beautiful to look at. Stunning, really. I’ve lost myself in your eyes more than once. Shy as you are, you’ve always cut our connection.

Having lost sight of you, I step over to tend to my phone. I tap the screen so it lights up again.

Hey lovely, want to meet up again? I had a fabulous time last weekend xoxo

Dating has become one of my hobbies. I meet them on Apps without disclosing my real name. I want them to want me for me and not my money. When they can keep my attention, I take them out to dinner in the city. And then, if things go well… I bring them back to my estate. The Preston Mansion. Show off a little… Chase. Tease. Laugh. Kiss. Conquer. 

Always conquer.

It’s my favorite game. Until they realize that I’m a man of wealth and status. A man who could finance their ridiculous lifestyle. Then I lose interest.

My phone screen darkens again. I rub my hand towel across my hair once more when I hear the door to my room drop shut. I look back over my shoulder. 

There’s you.

I turn around to face you. I didn’t call you. So what are you doing here? “Can I help you with something?” There’s something in your eyes I cannot place, not from a distance anyway. I fold the hand towel in half. There I am, only wearing a towel around my hips, hair damp, chest bare. I watch you take a step forward. Your eyes are fixed on mine. Not on my body. The warm light from the setting sun makes your red hair look even more vibrant. A frown settles on my face when you stop two feet away from me.

I look down. You look up.

I tilt my head in anticipation of an answer. This feels different than any interaction we’ve ever had before. Your eyes travel down my neck, chest, stomach. What’s going on?

“You can help me,” you say sweetly. You sound like you’re holding your breath, your voice barely audible. Eyes flick up again.

“What…can I do for you?” I ask you just as softly. 

You swallow, hard, and then answer with: “You can do me if you like.”

Utterly confused, I crack a smile. You must be joking. Is this a setup? A dream?

“What?” I chuckle, but then I see you fumble with the top button of your dress. Usually, it’s all the way buttoned up, not leaving any room for imagination. But now… when the first button pops through the hole and my gaze drops, you reveal more of your pale, smooth skin. You are for real.

“We’re alone for the weekend,” you reply. Your voice is full of nervousness. I mean, of course, it is. I’m your boss. So what are you doing? 

When I take a slow breath, I see another button slip through the next hole. I can almost make out the shape of your breasts. I avert my eyes. But then, out of the blue, you reach your free hand out to the towel around my hips. What the fuck? Instinctively, I snatch up your wrist, twist, and pull you in a little. “What are you doing?” I whisper, my voice dropping an octave. All deep and raspy.

You think you can just undress me? Who do you think you are?

Your entire body tenses against my grip, eyes staring up at me. I can see the terror in your eyes. Did you just cross a line? You might have.

“I—“ you start, but your voice breaks. “I see these women coming here. Every weekend. I hear them. And—“ I listen intently, my grip slowly easing off your wrist. “And I want to be them.”

Oh. 

Your pale cheeks turn crimson, the color spreading across your face and down your neck. I let go of you. You want to be them? My eyes travel down your blush, towards your exposed cleavage. My God… “I’m sorry,” you blurt and hastily try to button up your dress. I grasp your wrist again to stop you. Don’t.

My mind is reeling as I stand before you. I’ve been chasing wild, adventurous sex all this time. And you? You've been here, watching me bring women home...eavesdropping on how I fucked them. You’ve been here all this time, fantasizing about being bent over? Is that right?

“You want to be them?” I whisper and drop your hand down, leaving your dress unbuttoned at the top. Craning your neck back to meet my eyes, you nod at me. Eyes wide. It would be much more…convenient to fuck you instead of them. No chase needed. You’re offering. Why would I say no to that?

You gulp as you stare up at me. I bet it took a lot of courage to just walk in like this. How many times did you play this out in your head? How many times did you dream about it? Fantasize about seducing your boss…

Finally, I let a smile reach the corners of my lips. I use two fingers to unbutton the next button of your dress. The fabric pops open, revealing your white lace bra. 

“Have you thought about doing this all day?” I ask gently as I tend to the next button. You watch me undress you, inch by inch. 

“…yes,” you whisper under your breath, the word barely audible. Let me see what you look like underneath this layer… Your chest rises with a deep inhale when I reach your mid-belly. With half-lidded eyes, I focus on your face again. Your cheeks are still tinged a deep shade of red. Another button…and another… And then, finally, I use both of my hands to rip the bottom half of your dress open.

There you are, all exposed. Those long legs, wide hips, narrow waist. My cock hardens against the damp fabric of my towel. You’re definitely the youngest woman I’ve been with for a while…

With a step forward, I close the space between us. I peel the remains of your dress off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. You stare right at my chest, not daring to look up at me before I tip up your chin. As soon as our lips touch, electricity ripples through me. I can feel your desire in every breath you take. You yearn for me. Fuck. Cupping both sides of your face, I let my lips mold to yours. You’re not touching me, but I am touching you. Our connection turns from tentative to fiery within seconds. The pure need you have for my touch makes me moan. I dip down, slide my hands under your thighs, and lift you to carry you over to my desk.

Your hands fly to my shoulders, then to my arms, holding on to me until I set you down. 

You want me. And I am beginning to want you too.

“Please…” you whimper, your tone dripping with desire. You’re only in your underwear, white lace panties, and a matching bra. My innocent little maid, offering yourself to me. You help by bracing your hands on the desk to let me strip your panties off. Thighs together, bum up, panties down. Then, you spread your legs for me. Really spread them. 

Oh. God. 

I let my towel drop.  Your gaze drops too.

Your eyebrows pull together in a frown, lips parting. “Oh,” you gasp, toes curling. Now you get to see what they saw. My cock is as hard as steel, pointing at your pussy. You lean back onto your elbows, thighs wide open. Offering yourself to me. Jesus. 

“Give me a baby,” you suddenly whimper. The heat inside my body rises. A baby? Fucking hell… did you spy on what kind of porn I watch too? Either way, I don't care. I am happy to play along with it. My chest rises and falls with uneven breaths when I set my dick at your slit, grab you by your hips, and drag you in. Your eyes widen, head dropping back. Your slick pussy sucked in the first two inches of my cock immediately. I lean over you and start to fill you with my cock.

“You want my baby? Want my load filling your little pussy?”

You nod quickly, lips pouting. God, yes. I thrust in further, opening your walls up for me. Even if you thought you were ready for this, I assure you, you’re not. 

I grab your legs and then angle them into a mating press position. Halfway in, halfway out. Your little body quivers underneath me, being stretched this much. It’s not my length, it’s the girth. Long enough to plant my seed right at your cervix and thick enough to make you remember that I was inside you all week. 

I push in deeper each time, making you whine and gasp. You wanted to be them, baby, don’t you remember? 

You suddenly lift, grab the back of my neck, and lock eyes with me. 

“Do it,” you gasp. “I want your seed, it would make me so happy.” 

That does it. I pick up the pace and bury my dick deep inside of you. So deep that my balls hit your wet little pussy and my cockhead dents your perfect little cervix. Your lips part in shock. I know you’re trying to cry out, but no sound escapes your lips. Like it is stuck in your lungs.

Finally, when I hit your cervix over and over again, you suddenly sob out. Your eyes screw shut. Both of your hands grab onto the back of my neck. I am priming your cervix by pounding your little pussy.

“Plea-h-ease,” you groan and then chat, “I need it, I need it to come.”

Your eyes, full of need and desire, lock on mine.o I know I can’t hold on much longer. My breeding kink is kicking in. I speed up for one more moment, push you onto the desk, and hit my hips forward. Hold you down. The tension in my body peaks to new heights, turning off my brain as I fuck deeper and harder into you. No matter how much you gasp and cry out. I need to fill you up now. 

Fuck-fuck-fuck. I shudder on top of you, my mind blacking out as jet after jet of come erupts against your cervix. I’m claiming your soft, female body. My seed inside you marks you as my property. Thick load pooling against your cervix, ready to enter your womb.

Your body twitches underneath me, completely covered by mine. Your thighs tense, relax, tense, relax, and your pussy contracts around my bare cock. Like you’re milking my seed out of me. Greedy, little thing.

I push myself up on top of you. Your breasts are covered in a sheen of sweat, still stuck inside your bra but barely holding on. The wetness between your legs is unreal. You’re not only soaking me with your juices, you’re also now full with my come. I catch my breath. This was…different.

“Thank you…” you whisper, snapping me out of my thoughts. Thank you? “For your come…” Oh. My eyes close and I shudder all over at what you say. Fuck. I can’t help but visualize my sperm finding your fertile egg, burrowing in from all sides, breaking that barrier, and then popping in. Goosebumps pickles on my skin. Shit.

You’re probably on birth control. And even if you’re not, one breeding won’t knock you up. Right?