Damn, That Sexy Ass!
1005 Words
"Pass me the vegetables." Rebecca placed her order, pointing to the chopped vegetable on the opposite end of the kitchen counter.
They were in the kitchen, making dinner for Roy when he returned.
Rita had just finished preparing white rice and chicken sauce. Rebecca was shocked at how skillfully she cooked, but Rita had revealed that she learned how to cook in the village.
Every Saturday after morning chores, generally offered them cookery instruction, making it simple for her to experiment with a variety of items.
She improved her skills over time and began making meals for the children as well.
"I have a problem with chicken sauce, but now that you're here, I have a feeling I'll be pretty good at it very soon," Rebecca said, her eyes lighting up with interest.
"Of sure, Ma'am. "I'll teach you everything you need to know," she promised her, smiling.
They finished their supper a little later.
Rita looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was already beyond 8 p.m. Does their boss normally return home so late at night? Perhaps he was a busy guy who took his work seriously.
He lives in a large house, so it is only natural that he works hard to keep it in good condition.
"I'll go get cleaned up first." Rebecca said. "Should Incase Roy show up, serve him dinner but if I'm back before then I'll serve him myself so that you can also get cleaned."
Rebecca smiled as Rita confirmed in a little voice, "Okay".
Rebecca quickly exited the kitchen and went straight to her chamber in the servant quarters.
Rita decided to tidy the kitchen while she waited.
She would not want Rebecca to be sad.
Halfway through the dishes, she sensed someone behind her and stirred, but then calmed since she assumed it was Rebecca who had returned from her shower.
"I'm almost done here Ma'am." She said, "I'll go get cleaned now."
She turned around and riveted her gaze on a massive man with rippling muscles that practically jumped out of his clothing.
He was so tall, he made her feel little. Her initial response was to shout, but what if he owned the house? The security would never allow a stranger into the residence, right?
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" When he asked, Rita quickly froze. She had never been in the same room alone with a man before. Back at the village, she had only seen the village chiefs and, on occasion, the King, whom she recognized as the guy.
What will she say or do now?
Roy returned home with Trisha after a long day at work. Throughout his boyhood, Trisha was his pal. They were so close, most people assumed they'd end up together. Although Roy has no feelings for her, Trisha is madly in love with him, so she proposes a friendship with benefits contract between the two of them.
He was free to do whatever wicked things he wanted with her for as long as she wanted.
At first, he refused, but after one night of seduction, he realized it wasn't such a horrible idea. This marks the beginning of their s****l connection.
"Is anyone at home?" Trisha had inquired the moment they entered the living room. They could hear clattering dishes and spoons, indicating that the noise was coming from the kitchen.
"Maybe it's Rebecca." He'd answered nonchalantly. "Go upstairs, I'll check it out and join you later," he informed her before heading into the kitchen.
As he approached the kitchen, the sound got louder.
The moment he walked in, he was welcomed by a pair of rounds, firm, and curvaceous buttocks facing his direction. When did Rebecca's ass become larger, or is he dreaming?
At first, he remained still, admiring the masterpiece before him. It was too wonderful to ignore. The lady's behind was a bit of work. An appealing piece of craftsmanship.
"I'm almost done, ma'am; I'll go get cleaned now," she said, but he didn't respond until she turned to face him.
Heavens!
Did an angel descend from above?
Roy looked at her intently. She wore a knee-length gown that did not highlight her curves. Her pale skin gleamed like the early light glinting on the lake. Her pouty lips were slightly parted, and her hazel eyes highlighted her long lashes. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a tidy bun, and he noted how surprised she was, gazing at him.
She had even gone so far as to grip the washing sponge hard in her hands. Roy envisioned their hands gripping his d**k tightly. For some strange reason, he envied the poor sponge.
Roy's mind was racing with ideas, but he stayed focused on the most crucial. The woman in front of him.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Rita bent her head modestly.
"Good evening, sir. "My name is Rita, and I am the new maid," she introduced herself.
"You're the one replacing Rayla?" He wanted to inquire, but massaged his head, realizing that she wouldn't understand what he was saying or who Rayla was in the first place.
"Where is Rebecca?" He asked instead.
"In her room." "Should I serve dinner?" She inquired in a hushed voice, which sparked something inside him. He's never heard such a calming voice before.
"Do not bother. "I'm not hungry," he said quietly, surprising himself. Since when did he address a woman politely?
"Okay, sir. I will just tidy up and leave." She said this before turning her back to face him again.
Damn, that ass.
It required all of his willpower and might to look aside.
Why is he influenced by it? He's seen a lot of stuff, so what makes this one special?
He turned aside and walked towards his bedroom. He was already bewildered and needed to de-stress. The housekeeper can wait till he is sane enough to speak with her tomorrow.
Right now, all he wanted to do was bury himself within Trisha's p***y.
- Writer
