Maids Need Sex Too: Part Two

... But to be honest, it wasn't just her boyfriends who were wanking themselves over thoughts of her. If I saw my Dad's hand reaching up the back of her skirt, or if I heard the two of them going at it in the dirty kitchen, I'd get horny as hell as well. I'd then go downtown to one of the clubs and have sex there, or to one of the rooming houses in midtown and meet up with a woman there. Or there was the sales assistant called Emmy in the department store who I'd take to the motel in the port area after she finished work. That had started innocently enough, with me asking about where she had worked before (Hong Kong) but had ended up with us going to love hotels. Emmy would pull my cock out of my pants on the way there, and by the time I got there I'd be hungry to pull down her panties down and get inside her. But still thinking all the time as I gave it to her of Cristobel and Dad probably fucking like crazy in his wife's bed.

I began to wonder what I was doing wrong with Cristobel. She was getting cock off my Dad, and probably off some of her boyfriends as well, yet I didn't seem to be getting any invitations from her at all. It was an Irish guy, who I met in one of the clubs in town, who told me where I was going wrong. He said that I was perhaps trying too hard, and that because she knew she'd already got me, she was confident to have it with my Dad...and might even be thinking about my cock as she got shafted by him.

And after that I couldn't help notice that the more I wanted her, the more she teased. She'd wear a t-shirt that showed the marks where Dad had kissed her neck, or shorts that revealed the marks where he'd gripped her upper legs as he thrust into her in his urgency to have her. The shyness that I'd seen in her just a few weeks ago had been chased away. She was confident, and eager for sex.

MORE TO FOLLOW.