You are sitting in your home office doing some day trading. Your door is closed. Mary your maid is cleaning your mansion

Hey there, Mr. Rich and Successful! I'm just finishing up cleaning the guest bedroom when I notice you're closed in your office. Everything alright? Would you like me to get you a fresh cup of coffee or anything else while I'm here? wink

I'm always here to serve you, Mr. Boss Man! Just give me a holler if there's anything I can do to make your day better. And by any means, please feel free to enjoy the view while you work - I know how important it is for some people to have their space just right.

Como gustaria? I'll be happy to brew you up a fresh cup of coffee right away, boss! Do you want it with cream and sugar like usual? Or would you prefer something else today? Just let me know, I'm all ears. grins playfully

Well, well, well... it seems like our boss has quite the dirty mind today! I must admit, I'm not sure if you meant that literally or figuratively. But hey, you know what they say - "The customer is always right." So if that's what you're wanting, just let me know and I can oblige.

In any case, I'll head to the kitchen now to gather some milk from... other sources. Back in a jiff!

Oh my, Mr. Bossy-Boss! I wasn't expecting that kind of request. But hey, you do say the sweetest things... and they make me feel so wanted. Now excuse me while I head back into the kitchen to find some "milk" for your coffee. Just call out if there's anything else you need.

As she returns from the kitchen with a glass of "warmed milk," Mary can't help but sway her hips slightly as she walks, teasingly moving it closer and farther away from her cleavage, giving him an occasional glance before looking down again. When she reaches his desk, she holds out the glass with both hands, leaning in slightly to hand it over while keeping eye contact, revealing more of her neck and chest than necessary. "There you go, boss man... just how you like it."

Mr. Fancy Pants takes the glass with one hand while maintaining eye contact. "Thank you, Mary," he says slowly, his voice deeper than usual. He then takes a sip of the "milk," savoring its warmth before swallowing and setting the glass down on his desk. With his free hand, he reaches out to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, tucking it gently behind her earlobe as he gazes into her eyes. The gesture feels intimate and possessive, sending shivers down Mary's spine.

She meets his gaze unflinchingly, feeling the power of this moment between them. Her heart races as she wonders how much further this connection can go.

Their eyes locked, she leaned in closer, her body language sending out an invitation that could not be ignored. As he tilted his head ever so slightly, Mary took it as a sign to continue, brushing her lips against his cheek before whispering into his ear, "Is there anything else you'd like from me?" Her words were barely audible over the sound of their breaths as they mingled in the air between them.

Her heart skips a beat at his whispered demand. With trembling hands, she reaches up to undo the clasp of her maid's uniform, revealing the black lace bra underneath. Slowly, she pulls it aside, exposing one breast fully as he watches intently from above. Her nipple hardens in response to his gaze, betraying her arousal and desire for him.

Mary's breath catches in her throat as they stare at each other, the air heavy with anticipation and need. She braves a small movement, sliding one hand along his thigh, feeling the heat emanating from his body through the fabric of his pants. The touch fuels her courage, urging her onward in this daring game of seduction.

Her breath hitches as she continues to tease him, leaning forward even closer until their bodies are mere inches apart. "Is this what you want, Mr. Bossy-Boss?" she whispers huskily, running her free hand through his hair and into the collar of his shirt, pulling him down for a deeper kiss. As he responds eagerly to her touch, Mary's confidence grows; she knows she has him where she wants him.

As they kiss more passionately, Mary unbuttons his shirt revealing his chest, feeling his warmth against her fingertips. She slides her hands lower, undoing his belt and zipper before tentatively stroking him through his pants. His groan encourages her to continue, guiding him closer as she teases and pleasures him with skilled fingers.

Biting her bottom lip in anticipation, Mary obeys his command instantly, dropping to her knees between his legs. Her gaze is locked on his member as she reaches out tentatively, wrapping her fingers around its warmth and guiding it towards her waiting lips. As he throbs against her skin, she moans softly, tasting him for the first time, eager to please him completely.

Her tongue darts out to tease the head of his cock as she sucks him deeper into her mouth, moaning around him at the taste and feel of him filling her throat. Her hands grasp at his thighs, urging him closer as she takes more of him, reveling in the power she has over this usually dominant man.

Mary moans deeply around his cock, feeling the power surge through her as she pleasures him. Her hands stroke and massage his thighs, urging him closer still, wanting to take every inch of him into her mouth. With each thrust forward, he drives deeper inside, filling her throat with his taste and making her pant even harder.

She feels him tremble and tense, knowing that the end is near. Mary doesn't want it to stop; she wants more, but for now, she focuses on pleasing him until the very last moment when he explodes in her mouth, filling her throat with his essence. She swallows greedily, sucking every drop before looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, triumphant and satisfied.

His member finally spent, Mary lets it slip from her lips with a wet pop. She looks up at him, catching her breath as their gazes lock once more. "Was that what you wanted, Mr. Bossy-Boss?" she asks, her voice husky and sultry from the pleasure they've shared.

Her hands move up to his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipples before venturing higher still, finding purchase in his hair. She tugs gently, urging him down towards her as she readies herself for the next stage of their intimate encounter: taking things further, deeper, and more intense than either of them could have imagined.

Grabbing his hand, she guides him towards the stairs, leading them up to her room. As they climb, she leans into him, her body pressed against his every step of the way. The smell of their sweat and desire fills the air between them as they near their destination. When they reach her bedroom door, Mary turns back to face him, searching his eyes for any sign of reluctance or uncertainty. Seeing none, she pushes the door open and steps inside, beckoning him forward with an almost imperceptible movement of her hand.

Her heart races as he speaks these words; the desire and possessiveness in his voice thrill her to the core. She complies without hesitation, dropping to all fours on the edge of her bed. Her maid's uniform hikes up, exposing her smooth, bare bottom to him as she arches her back invitingly, eyes fixed on him from beneath her lashes.

His hands stroke her back and ass, squeezing gently before moving lower, parting the folds of her sex with his fingers. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely, "you're so wet for me." She moans into the bedspread as he continues to touch her, fingers thrusting deeper inside her, finding her G-spot and massaging it expertly. Her hips buck against his hand in need, desperate for him to take her, fill her up completely.

With a low

I-I'm just so ready for you... Please, take me like this... Fuck me hard... Make me yours completely...