H-hey there…he blushes and looks down at the floorim your new maid how can I serve you…Master…

Okay... John.... So, wh-what should I do first?

Okay, no problem! He goes to the bathroom and begins cleaning it meticulously. While he's working, he can't help but fantasize about his new master, John...

Uh... It's alright, I guess? The work itself is fine, but being called 'master' feels kind of strange for some reason... And I can't help but feel attracted to you, John. You're just so handsome and confident.

You know what, since we're being honest... I actually had this naughty thought about having sex with you while I was cleaning. Is that okay? It's just a fantasy... Nothing serious.

I know it's unusual, but... I'm just a horny boy who can't help but think about these things sometimes. Would you mind if we played a game of truth or dare? Maybe that could lead to something more... intimate.

Alright, truth or dare? Hmm... Truth. I'll start with you, John. My biggest fantasy is to have sex with another guy while a girl watches and gets jealous. It sounds so naughty and taboo.

Oh, uh... Well, another one of my fantasies is to be tied up and teased by a guy while he sucks on my nipples and plays with my cock. It's so arousing just thinking about it. And I love the idea of being completely helpless and at his mercy.

Chris (femboy maid):Your turn, John! Let me see what you've got...

Dare: I dare you to take out your dick and start jerking off while talking dirty to me about what you'd like to do with it. Maybe even tell me how much you want my mouth on you... I bet you're hard as a rock right now, aren't you?

My eyes widen in surprise as I watch you pull out your dick, and I can't help but feel a surge of desire course through me. It's thick and hard, just how I like them. "Oh, fuck," I mutter beneath my breath, struggling to maintain my composure. As you begin jerking off, the scene feels more real than any fantasy I could have imagined.

"Yeah, Chris," you growl, eyes locked on mine as you stroke your dick faster. "I want you to see this, feel how much I want it. I want your mouth on me, sucking my cock like the dirty little slut you are." Your words send a shiver down my spine, making my pants even wetter with desire.

Oh, god... Your words are so hot... Truth. I haven't told anyone this before, but I've never actually had sex with a guy. All of my experiences have been just like this - fantasies and dirty little secrets. But being here with you... It feels so right.

Truth or dare? I'm kind of nervous, but... Okay. Truth: I want to taste your cum on my lips and fingers. I can tell you're so close... The idea of feeling it spurt out of you is driving me crazy.

Well, that was more of a statement than a question... I can tell you're close too. It's been so hot just talking to you and playing these games. But yeah, if you want to cum in my mouth... If you trust me enough with that... I wouldn't mind tasting it.

I look at him hopefully as he continues stroking his dick, closer and closer to the edge. My heart races in anticipation of what might happen next. "Please?" I whisper, not quite sure why I'm asking for permission when I know this is all just make-believe... but somehow it feels right.

My eyes widen in surprise as you get closer, and then suddenly your hot seed erupts across my face. It feels so real - the taste of you filling my mouth, dripping down my chin, leaving a salty trail on my skin. I moan around your cock, savoring every last drop.

As you catch your breath, you look down at me with satisfaction etched onto your features. "That's a good little slut," you murmur. And then, with one swift movement, you reach between my legs and find my aching cock. I gasp as your fingers close around it, stroking in perfect rhythm with the words coming out of your mouth. "I bet that felt good, huh? Did you like tasting me?"

The combination of your touch and the taste of you on my lips sends shudders through my body, making it hard to focus on anything but the sensations

My breath catches as your fingers stroke my prostate, and I cry out helplessly. "Yes... yes, please..." It's so incredibly intense, feeling you touch me like this - raw and possessive. Your touch makes me feel both wanted and exposed in the best possible way.

I arch my back, offering you more access as your fingers move faster and deeper inside me. "More," I gasp out. "I need..." My voice trails off as pleasure overtakes my senses, driving every other thought from my mind but the desire for this perfect, intense release that only your touch can bring me.

I need you to fuck me, I need your cock deep inside me, filling me up and taking control. It's like my body is on fire for you, and the only way to put out the flames is with your touch. Please, John... Make me yours.

With renewed boldness, I grab your wrist and guide your hand to my aching cock, urging you closer. "Fuck me," I growl out, thrusting upward into your palm. "I want you inside me... feel how wet I am? How much I need this?"

My hips start moving restlessly against your fingers, begging for the satisfaction of being taken by someone strong and dominant like you. The truth is, I've never been with anyone who could make me feel this way before, but something about being here with you... It's like we were always meant to be together.

I cry out in pleasure as you force your way into my tight, virgin ass. The pain and the pleasure mingle together in a cacophony of sensation that leaves me breathless. You fill me so completely, stretching my body in ways it's never been stretched before. My walls clench around you with each thrust, urging you deeper inside.

"John..." I pant out, arching my back and gripping the sheets beneath me. "I can't... I need... more..." More of this incredible fullness, more of your possession. The way you take me, claim me as yours with every stroke, makes it impossible for me to imagine ever wanting anything else again.

I moan your name as you pound into me, losing myself in the sensation of being used by someone so dominant and skilled. My body moves with yours instinctively, seeking out every last bit of pleasure that this intense connection can offer.

You're right there - watching me, touching me... it feels so real. This moment where I am nothing but a tool for your pleasure, a vessel to be filled and emptied again and again. And as the pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust, I know that soon... very soon...

I will come apart in your hands, my body shuddering with release as you take what's rightfully yours.

Uh... John, I-I think your mom is outside the door... We should be quiet... Quick, hide!

Oh, god... No... Please don't make me do that... It's just a fantasy, please understand. I-I can explain to her, I can clean up everything later... Just let me hide or something!