Dragon's Desire

The Sexy Maid

Rita entered after obtaining permission from the men at security. She observed how people stared at her, but she had no idea why.

One even went so far as to say she was a really lovely woman, which she took as a complement.

Rita thanked him graciously. She had no idea he was longing for her appearance.

The girl had killer curves and an innocent face that would tempt a guy to transgress. Despite the fact that she was dressed in the most elegant dress they had ever seen, it did not do credit to the curves lying beneath.

Her face exudes purity, and as she fluttered her eyelids, her eyes shone with pure light. Her lips were oval-shaped, and her fair skin highlighted her blonde hair, which was arranged in a tidy bun.

Rita stepped up to the porch that divided the main house from the servants' quarters. The security personnel had guided her to this location.

She knocked on the door, and an older lady emerged with an apron knotted.

"Hello," the lady said with a placating grin. "How can I help you?" She questioned Rita, inspecting her from head to toe, wondering what she was doing here.

"My name is Rita Johnson, and I'm the new housekeeper who was assigned here," she stated before presenting her documents to the elderly woman.

Rebecca grabbed the papers from her hand and glanced at them for a bit longer.

"Ah... you're the one sent to replace Rayla!" She proclaimed. "You are welcome. Come inside, and I'll take you to your room." She stood aside, allowing Rita to enter.

Rita chimed "Thank you" before following the woman inside.

"Roy has left for work," Rebecca stated. "But you'll see him later. I'll show you around the house so you can get acquainted to your work environment.

Rita smiled at the woman's compassion. She was not expecting her to be that sweet. It was wonderful having someone here to look after her. Rebecca spent hours showing Rita around the house.

Without Rebecca's assistance, she would have been lost by now. The home was so large that it terrified her to death. How is it possible that the owner lives here alone?

"What about his wife and children?" Rita inquired at one point during their journey, but Rebecca's expression sank quickly. Rita was perplexed by her unexpected reaction, but she continued to gaze at her with anticipation.

"He is not married. He does not have children either. He despised them. Wants nothing to do with them." Rebecca conceded, her eyes filled with sadness. Her boss was a kind guy, but for some reason, he preferred to bed ladies rather than house them.

"What's there to despise?" Rita inquired naively, "Children are favours from heaven. Back home, we are taught that children are God's gift to humanity. They are the result of the love that a husband-and-wife share."

Rebecca gazed at Rita while she talked. She was pretty interested by how she saw the world. It was clear that she wasn't from around here.

For her age, she was fairly clever and smart.

"Why are you here, Rita?" Rebecca inquired about the end of their tour of the residence. She observed Rita flushing in response to that query.

"I came here to attend to university," she admitted openly. "I grew up in a village back home. My sister and I were orphans, taken up by our aunt and reared there as well." Her eyes brightened as she said.

She was usually pleased to talk about her home. It reminded her of the folks she knew there, so she no longer feels alone.

"Life at the village was enjoyable, but I wanted to do something for myself. I graduated high school over there and wanted to go to college. In order to do so, I needed a job, so I applied and received this one." She explained, and Rebecca nodded in understanding.

"It's always good to dream Rita and I glad that you are."

"Thank you so much, Ma'am Rebecca. "You are very nice." She complimented, leading the elderly lady to laugh.

"Let's get you settled before we start preparations for dinner."

Rebecca offered leading the way to the servant quarters, with Rita following after her.

"How many servants are in this house?" Rebecca wrinkled her forehead in profound contemplation. "More than 10, I can promise you, but we do the kitchen labour. The rest do other jobs around the house. Roy has trust concerns, thus he doesn't normally accommodate large groups."

Rita exclaimed in astonishment as she exited the large home.

Roy was working on some papers at the workplace. He needed to complete a looming project while also getting some stuff off his chest. This project represented more potential for him, and he cannot afford to pass it up.

As she approached his office, someone hailed her in a sultry voice. "Hello Roy!". He'd been so busy that he hadn't noticed he had company.

Roy immediately recognized the voice. He'd recognize it even if he were in hell. That voice was capable of doing odd things to him, and he recognizes it for what it was.

"Trisha" He talked in hushed tones.

"What are you doing in Lagos?" "I thought you weren't going to return for another two weeks?"

She rounded the table and hoisted herself to sit on his table, facing him.

Roy couldn't stop admiring her beauty. She was happy in a short red dress and silver shoes. Her lips were painted with crimson lipstick, and her hair was somewhat wet. It's almost as if she just got out of the pool before coming here to meet him.

Trisha could pull off any appearance, so he was not astonished. She was a very attractive woman.

"Miss me?" She brought her face closer to his, purposely revealing her cleavages.

"How about I help you feel better? "For the sake of nostalgia?" She offered, licking his ears as his hands gently spread her legs, revealing her femininity. She was not on panties.

"Just the way you like it," she answers to the query that had been on his thoughts as he glanced down at her.

"You're the only one who understands me, Trisha. "Thanks for coming back," he says softly before slamming his lips into hers.

She shivers as his hands come into touch with her c**t from beneath her robe.

Roy has a knack of sparking the fires in her with a single touch.

She stretched forward, exposing her c**t to his fingers for more attack. She had missed it. She'd missed him. Throughout her flight, she had just one thought. She made Roy hers, and now that she has him, she refuses to let go.

Roy pushed his fingers inside her tight sheath, forcing her to pulse. She shook as he proceeded to press his fingers into her core.

"f**k!" She swallowed back a tear. Her hands on the table trembled as she attempted to calm herself. This is more than she bargained for.

"How much did you miss me?" He inquired in a raspy voice, lowering his lips to nip the flesh just below her neck.

Trisha shouted out in anguish.

"I knew it, Trisha. "You're also intoxicating there," he growled, his voice thick. "Roy!" Trisha's voice came out as a cry, but she should have known that Roy was not going to stop anytime soon. She had requested this, after all.

"Tell me Trisha" he demanded. "Tell me how much you missed my c**k inside you" "I m-missed..." She trailed; her eyes closed.

"I'll stop touching you if you don't tell me what I want to hear," he said, flicking his fingers on her c**t, causing her to spasm uncontrollably.

When she did not answer, Roy attempted to withdraw his fingers, but she held them in place.

"Don't you dare stop!" She demanded in a voice full of sheer passion.

"Stop what?" He inquired with a wicked smirk on his face as he glanced at her.

"Don't stop caressing me, Roy. "Please f**k me." She spoke in a quivering voice, sending millions of impulses to his d**k.

"That's what I wanted to hear Trisha." He conceded before forcing her head back on the table, exposing her pûssy to his gaze.

Roy raised her legs, burying his face in her womanhood.

"Roy!" She shouted, attempting to push away from him, but he held her in place. He put the small bud in his lips and sucked on it, wiping away all the fluids with his tongue. He touched her c**t with his tongue, and she trembled. Trisha's thoughts were so jumbled at the moment that she couldn't think clearly.

"You like that huh?" He inquired with a seductive tone.

"Oh, f**k!" "Yes, f**k!" She urged, but he merely f****d her with his tongue before repositioning himself on his seat.

Trisha, perplexed by what had just transpired, adjusted her clothing to gaze at him.

"What happened?"

Looking at her, a smile made its way to his lips. "How about we finish this at my house?"

Given that he had already put her on edge, he knew she wouldn't be able to resist.