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I expected him to pull out and explode all over me.
Instead he groaned and thrust even deeper. “Fuck,” he said as he tensed and pulsed inside of me.
There was something seriously hot about a man losing control and pumping you full.
He slowly pulled out, some of his cum sliding down my thigh.
“I better clean up,” I said. “I’m not sure how fuckable I’ll look during phase 2 of the rescue mission if I already have cum dripping down my thigh.” I ran my index finger through his cum and then licked it clean.
“Jesus,” he said.
I smiled around my finger. He wanted me again. I could tell. “You know…I’m surprised you didn’t wait until I changed into my maid uniform. It’s so very short. And it really hugs my girls.” I ran my wet finger between my naked breasts.
He lowered his eyebrows as he stared at me.
“Maybe you can whisper sinful things in my ear while you watch me again. Would you like that, you bad boy?”
He grunted a response.
I was pretty sure that meant, “Yes. And it’s time for phase 2,” in Ghostie speak.
Auction Me - Chapter 11 – I Make Mess
Sunday – September 22, 2013
“Ready, girls?” I asked as our van pulled up to the service entrance of the Locatelli Resort and Spa.
“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka.
“Sí,” agreed Esme.
“Yeah you are. Those accents are on point. But more importantly, your tits look amazing in these maid uniforms.” I honked each of their boobs twice and they honked mine back.
We’d gotten lucky that the banana king dressed his maids in super sexy uniforms. They had all the elements of a traditional French maid uniform – black skirt, frilly white bib, white collar, garters, stockings… You know, the usual stuff. But they also had puffy black sleeves slashed with white and a plunging V neckline. They were basically the world’s sexiest mashup of a French maid and a Swiss Guard uniform.
Oh, and when Justin made his replicas, he’d added some underwire toreallymake our tits look outstanding. There was no freaking way any guards would be looking at our faces.
“What accent you do?” asked Slavanka.
“You know what…I think I’ll do Russian.”
“Really?” She looked so excited.
“Yes, yes,” I said, perfectly copying her usual response.
Slavanka nodded in approval. “We save Ash now.” She slid the van door open and got out.
Just as I’d hoped, the guard’s eyes went straight to her long legs. And then to her tits. But never to her face.
Esme and I followed her out and started unloading half-a-dozen duffel bags from the back.
I was all ready to explain to the guard that something heinous had happened and a room on the 20thfloor needed adeepcleaning, but he didn’t bother to ask about all our bags. Probably because the bottom of my ass had been peeking out from under my skirt as I bent over to grab them.
“IDs please,” he said as we approached the entrance.
I shifted one of the bags over my shoulder and pulled on my ID card to bring it up right in front of my cleavage.
He scanned it and waved me through.
