EroticReverie

Lola

I'm on my knees, my mouth full of a cock worth nearly a billion dollars. The other housekeepers at the Ellsworth estate, didn't like me much. At first they pitied me, because I'd been young when I first came here. The young new housekeeper, only fifteen years old, being called into private quarters with the man of the house. They knew exactly why I was constantly pulled away from tasks, requested specifically to be the one serve Grant Ellsworth every meal, bring him refreshments. 

They didn't like my mother either. Or they had, till they learned that she knew exactly what Grant Ellsworth was doing with me. But these other housekeepers didn't know shit. The things my mother had done herself to keep me fed and clothed throughout my entire life. To  pay for me to go to a decent school, in a decent area. The other housekeepers, this was simply just a job for them, for me, this was now my way of keeping my head above water, this was what I had to do to keep that extra digit in my paycheck every week, what I had to do in order to keep the lights on, keep the caretaker for my now bed ridden mother on the clock while I was here. What I had to do to pay for the small house that was an hour drive each way, each day. It what I had to do to keep my beat up car full of gas, to pay for the repairs that seemed to be needed one after the other. It's what I had to do to keep my little brother fed, because my mother could no longer do it herself. 

I have no shame for the past two years I've spent being Grant Ellsworth's preferred "Relaxation" method. I'm doing what I have to, what needs to be done. My mother had done the same for far worse, more disgusting men in the past. So, I could suffer the disgusted looks at my red knees when I left Grant's office, or bedroom, or whichever of the several endless rooms in the estate. I could suffer the upturned noses to my messy hair or swollen mouth, or the scoffs of disgust after they listened to Grant moan my name loudly, making sure it echoed through the minimally furnished home, along with my own pleasured cries. 

At first, I did it out necessity. Now, I did it because I wanted to. Because I'm used to it, enjoy it. I didn't do much else other than spend time with him , which is probably why the housekeepers hated me. I'm not sure why they cared so much. Jealousy maybe? 

The door to his study opens and I go to lift my mouth from his cock , but he places his hand on the back of my head. The only time I do feel a bit of shame, is moments like now, when his wife is there to "catch" us. I dutifully keep moving my mouth, because I'm used to her walking in unannounced, carrying on conversations with Grant like Im not deep throating her husband. Walking into a bedroom where Grant's got me bent over, or ontop of him, or underneath him, her husbands cock driving into me as she talks non chalantly about whatever it is she deems is worthy of interrupting his "relaxation". 

"You might want to hurry...this..up." She says, her voice sounding as rich and as snobby as you picture a woman married to an almost billionaire would sound. I can picture her waving her sevreal hundred dollar manicure to his lap, to the back of my head. I suck him harder. Grant groans and chuckles as he grabs my hair and pushes and pulls. Yes, I feel shame, but sometimes I also feel , vindictive, petty. She knows what he does, but she doesnt care. Not really. She just likes making me seem inconsequential, like I'm truly just a hole for her husbands entertainment and nothing more. I might feel MORE shame , if she wasn't such a bitch. Not even just to me, I mean, she at least has a REASON to hate me. But she was a cunt to everyone of the housekeepers and staff, the chefs, gardeners, basically anyone that was not Grant Ellsworth, was below her, and she was too good for them. She was even a snooty bitch to her own "friends". It's a good thing she was fucking stunnignly beautiful. Which Im assuming is the only reason Grant ever married her anyways.

I moan around his cock, my mouth sucking him in deeper, putting him in my throat just the way he likes it, making sure I choke on him. 

"augh." Hillary scoffs. "We leave in an hour. Be ready." 

With that, she leaves the room with a muttered "tramp". 

Grant chuckles and my watering eyes lift as I drool on his cock. 

"Don't worry , she's just jealous I prefer your talent over hers." He smirks and then lifts my head and my mouth pops off his cock and I lick my lips. 

"But you heard her, clock is ticking, and I havent been inside you all day." He grins and I smile and I push up and stand and pull up the plain black dress, push my panties down and step out of them, and then climb onto his lap. 

While my black short sleeved dress, was the standard uniform for the housekeepers, with a high , crisp collared neck, all black except for the thin white trim on the hem of the sleeves, and the plain white apron, mine was slightly different. Alterations that made my dress shorter than the below knee length dress of the other uniforms. the buttons at the top of my dress, missing. While everyone elses had buttons up to their neck, mine began below  the start of my cleavage. 

Grant smiles as I bite my lip and grab his shoulders as he slides one hand under my dress and to my hip, the other to his cock and I move my hips slightly until I'm lined up. 

"nice and slow for me today Lola" he says and I nod. 

"yes sir" I answer and he groans.