‘Are you a pretty little dolly now?’The maid giggled as she put away her make-up andbrushes.‘Oh yes,’ I gasped unable to look away from mybeau...tiful reflection or get over how wonderful I felt. ‘I’ma very pretty dolly indeed.’‘Well, now it’s time for us to dress you in youruniform,’ she squealed as she clapped her hands togetherwith glee. And five minutes later, I was gasping withdelight as I felt the soft silk and satin uniform andstockings gently caress my skin.I was a maid, I was a dolly, and. She then mounted me and bounced up and down on me, first facing me and the facing away, cowgirl style. How I managed to hold out, I don’t know. She slipped onto her back and loudly begged, “Fuck me, babe, Fuck me hard!”Of course, I obliged, pressing my body into hers, pinning her between myself and the leather cushions of my love seat, my nine-inch tool buried deep inside of her. As I started to blow my load, she closed her eyes and began to tremble, pounding my shoulders with her balled up,. He had been a gentleman and kept his hands to himself, he had not paid her for a lapdance or a private dance, but had just talked to her when she stopped by.John was tall and in shape, 6'2" and around 215 pounds, and was twenty-five years old. He was a decent looking guy, he didn't date ugly women, but this dancer was something else. He had never seen anyone so beautiful.Her eyes, her smile, her facial structure, not to mention her body, all as perfect as he had ever seen. She had the voice of. He removed it and I watched my cum slide between his fingers as he licked the remainder off his fingers. I stood shocked. I had never seen this before from a man. So domineering, so forceful, so rough; I liked it. I gave him a look that would have frozen ice. "Are you done yet? I have somewhere I have to be." That was a lie, I just wanted to be able to sit in my car before my legs gave out and relish the orgasm I just had. He shook his head. He roughly turned me around and pulled my jeans down.