Page 37 of Maid Fohr Love
“Go shower. Make it quick. When you get back, your food will be waiting.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled, giving me a kiss on the shoulder before taking off.
I sighed, closed my eyes, and accepted that there wasn’t a man on God’s green earth like Fohr. I’d bet my last dollar on it.
Seven minuteslater and Fohr was standing before me in a pair of shorts that told his secrets. For starters, his manhood was massive. Secondly, he wasn’t wearing briefs. Lastly, he was aroused by sexual tension.
His food awaited him. Ignoring the lustful gaze in his eyes, I sat his plated food on his end of the table. I didn’t make it to mine.
My palms were spread against the table. My dress was hiked over my pantiless bottom, and Fohr’s erection was at my center. He wasn’t interested in breakfast at the moment. He was interested in me.
“Babbbbbby– your food will get cold.”
“That’s why we have a microwave.”
The way he infused me in every detail of his existence now was humbling. It was such a simple detail but it meant the world to me. He was rapidly becoming my favorite person. The way we fit together like missing pieces to a puzzle, I was beginning to believe I wasmaid for him.
“Ummmmm. Yessss. Yesss.”
I welcomed him with copious amounts of lubrication. My gratitude smeared his brown skin with each stroke. I could hear my satisfaction on his tool.
“You like that, Kit?”
“Um hmm.”
Fohr couldn’t help himself. His need to talk me through our sessions was too strong. I enjoyed every word that fell from his lips. They steered me to faraway places that only he could lead me.
“Yessssss.”
“Good. Good. Open that pussy up for me some more.”
I shuddered.
“Yeah, sweet baby. Just like that. Just like that, baby.”
It didn’t matter how many times he entered me. It always felt like the first. And it was almost always better than the last.
“Uhhhhh. Yesssss. Yessss. Uhhh.”
Gently, he drove into me at a snail's pace. This was my favorite. He knew it and so did his pole. He fished for my climax and didn’t have to go very far to find it. I creamed on him as I buckled at the knees. He creamed inside of me, filling me with his semen like a chocolate cupcake.
“You’re goingto say something, Kit, or are you just going to stare?”
“Both,” I admitted, resting my back against the chair as I watched him devour the food I’d made.
It was a pleasure seeing him consume the fruit of my labor. It was a secret obsession I’d developed and doubted I’d get rid of any time soon. I stood over the stove for hours some days, brimming with happiness at the thought of Fohr enjoying what I was preparing for him.
And, each time, he did. Breakfast was his least favorite meal of the day, but it was enjoyable to watch him consume it, nonetheless. He often called it boring, which led me to find new ways to enhance his most important meal of the day.
“What’s on your mind, baby? Talk to me.”
He placed his fork beside his omelet and stared back at me.
“Have you seen the news today?”
Fine bumps expanded my skin.
“I have.”
