The smell of pine is absent when I open the front door. My expectations didn't meet reality. They rarely do. 

Instead, I'm greeted with citrus, "pink grapefruit?" I wonder. I smell again, this time with purpose. My nose tells me my first guess was correct. 

I remove my shoes and shut the door behind me, the brush along the base whispers closed. My keys clink as I hang them like freshly caught carp on the hook. 

The stairs groan and complain beneath my feet, the grapefruit smell hits me harder. Soft singing drifts to me from the kitchen and I shake off my irritation.

"She's doing a good job, be kind to her," I think. It's not like she's a slave, but as I stand there and take a moment to ponder the situation, bathing myself in her gentle chords, I wonder how much longer she'll want to stay. Five more weeks? 10? The thought of it coming to an end so soon fills me with a melancholic pang. 

Normally, it’s only a few steps more to the kitchen, but my body moves slowly as if I've been dropped in jelly and I'm now struggling to move with any haste. "Why am I nervous?" 

I round the corner and the tiles sparkle like diamonds scattered on the floor. I try to remember the last time my house looked and felt so clean, but the moment is too far back and all I manage to conjure is a muddle of images and partially remembered moments. All likely fabrications of my imagination.

It's a scrubbing sound that pulls me. Flora is dressed in her French maid outfit, and she's leaning over the counter, putting her elbow grease into scrubbing the base of the burned pot. 

The short frilly skirt hides little of her. I can see the bottom of her arse cheeks peeking out at me. White lace stockings capped with a frilly garter belt. Black heels with red soles. A low-cut top and a white hat. Even though I told her to wear it. I'm still surprised each time she does.

Even though she does all I ask. I’m still left awestruck.

I walk over to her and my footsteps give me away.

'Hello, sir,' she half turns and her brown hair falls over her shoulder. 'Are you happy with the way the house looks?'

'Very,' I say. I take two steps closer to her. As it seems to since she came here, hesitation and doubt hold me. If I move too quick, will she run away? Will she want to leave and find a new master to serve? I can’t dwell on that. Just the idea of it is enough to give me heart palpitations.

She arches her back as if she is waiting for me.

'I was worried you wouldn't like the grapefruit,' she says as she turns her body a little further to me. 

'No, I quite like it.'

She smiles. 

I step up to her and press my crotch to her backside. She presses into me in response.

'Is there something sir would like?' she purrs and gently grinds into my swelling groin.  

Her hands are still in the soapy sink but the scrubbing has ceased.

'Sir knows he can use me how he wishes,' she says as she licks her lips.

'Finish the dishes.'

Flora obeys. But before she plunges her hands back in the soapy sink, she flicks her skirt up further.  

Her panties are absent and her perfect little bubble butt is on display with an obvious glisten on her lips that seems to sparkle in the kitchen lights.

My heart races and I feel my cock ache, pressed against my trousers. I ditch my jacket and it thumps on the tiles. I lean over her and smell her neck. 

Dishes clink in the sink. Metal cutlery rattles against the steel basin. 

Jasmine. Her scent sends a shiver through me. Her skin twitches and goosebumps appear where my warm breath hit her skin. 

I unzip my trousers and shift my briefs until my cock springs out of my fly. The head hits Flora's arse and I lower my hips and brush my cock against her moist pussy lips. 

SMACK! I slap her butt cheek and it ripples perfectly. 

She yelps.

SMACK! SMACK! 

I circle the palm of my hand over the red mark that's appeared on each cheek.

She shudders out a breath. The clinking in the sink has ceased. Yellow gloves grip the bench as Flora's knees wobble. 

'Thank you, sir!' she groans. 'May I have more please?' She backs her ass into my cock and gasps.

I lick her neck then whisper.

'Finish the dishes.'

'Yes sir.'

The clinking picks up and I smack her ass cheeks again. SMACK! SMACK! Each slap she whimpers and shudders but she keeps her hands busy. 

I press my cock into her lips again. It's wetter than before. A little more pressure and it'd slide in. She looks over her shoulder, mouth agape, 'please sir,' she pleads again.  

'You will finish first.' 

Disappointment flashes on her face. 'Yes sir.'

I prod her lips more. Her wetness grows and her hands move faster. I slide my hand around her ass and across her taut stomach. The muscles react to my fingers. I reach up further, no bra – and I tweak her pierced nipple. Her tits are small but firm and feeling her erect nipple with the cold metal bar causes my cock to twitch. 

She backs her ass into me again and rubs her moist lips on my groin. It leaves a wetness on me that feels warm then cool and sticky. 

My hand races down her stomach and finds the top of her lips. I gently massage her clit and her knees start to shake.

She places the final dish on the rack.

'Done sir.'

Without hesitating, I slide my cock inside of her pussy then shove it in as far as it will go. 

She moans and I exhale onto her neck. I grab her and pull her to me. When I next inhale, it's all her and she smells the way angels ought to smell. I kiss her cheek then expose her tits and caress each one.

'Thank you, sir,' she says between moans. 'You know how much I need it.'

As she says this, her pussy clenches around my cock and I feel her pull me in. I smack her ass again and she lets out a little yelp.

'May I have ano...' her words die on her lips as my fingers find her clit and rub it again. Our bodies collide against each other and the sound of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy fills the room.

THUCK! THUCK! THUCK!

Neither of us manages to speak or cry out. We're both completely lost in the moment. Between the slaps of our bodies, our breathing increasing in-sync. We are two bodies separated, doing all we can to become one again.

She turns to look at me. I stroke her clit faster and her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her hips buck into me and I feel her excitement splash on my balls as it dribbles down her legs. 

I smack her ass again. 'spread your cheeks.' I tell her.

She does and then bend over I spit on her asshole. She moans. 'Thank you, sir!' 

I can see her asshole winking at me and I can tell she's getting close. 

'Do not cum without permission.'

She whimpers. 'Yes, sir.'

I pound her harder and her pussy clenches my cock, trying to pull it in more. Our bodies slap into each other, desperate to have and to delay the release. She cries out how delicious it is.

'May I cum, sir?' she asks. 

'No.' I shove my thumb in her asshole and she collapses onto the bench. 

'Fuck me! Oh please, sir. Let me cum?' she taps her hand on the bench as my other hand works her clit. Her legs shake. 'I've been such a good girl today.' 

I slap her ass cheeks again, then pull her closer to me. I bite her neck and kiss her lips. Even inside of her, with my hands and body pressed completely on her, it’s not enough.

With one hand I hold her head close to my face, while the other keeps working her clit. Her knees buckle.  

'Please, sir.' she whispers. I slap her ass again and she groans. Her body shivers. 'I'm so close. Please, sir.'

'Cum.'

A second later and her body shakes. 'OH MY GOD!' she cries. 'I'M CUMMING! OH FUUU...' her words fail her as her body contorts and writhes in pleasure. Her body shakes throughout her orgasm and my thrusts and hands don't relent. 

The vibrations continue and she’s taken by surprise as she cums again. ‘Oh fuck! I’m cumming again!’ A moment later and she collapses against the sink. ‘Two,’ she whimpers, ‘that was two.’ 

I pull my cock out of her pussy and she slides to the ground. Tears touch the edges of her eyes. I stroke my cock and she looks up at me. Her face is euphoric. She smiles. She pulls herself onto her knees and readies herself. 

'I need your cum, sir,' she says.

It's not long until I feel my cock harden. My balls clench and then my cock starts to twitch. 

'Open your mouth,' I breath. She does. Then it happens. 'Oh fuck! I'm cumming.' 

A moment later and rope after rope of thick, warm cum lands in her mouth, on her face and tits and the floor. She licks her lips then grabs my cock and strokes the last of my orgasm out of me. She keeps stroking me even after I shudder the last of my orgasm, before kissing my cock and licking the last bit of my cum that dribbles out.

I tell her to go shower. 'I'll be making supper tonight.' 

She laughs then dashes out of the kitchen. I hear her footsteps pitter patter on the steps. A satisfied glow fills me. I'm still glad she didn't use the pine. I know she likes being here. I hope she decides to stay.