Off Limits: A Forbidden And Seduction Erotica Compilation

The Maid IV

Daphne

As soon as we got to the living room, Chris grabbed Claire by the waist, his fingers digging into her skin with a force that I was sure would leave a bruise, and threw her onto the velvet sofa. There was no tenderness in the movement; he was a man possessed by a cold, righteous fury.

"You wanted it rough, Claire? You wanted to feel like you were breaking?" Chris’ voice was a dark, jagged edge as he loomed over her. "I'm going to give you exactly what you asked for, and you're going to beg me to stop before I’m through with you."

He didn't wait for her to answer. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the very edge of the sofa, forcing her back against the cushions until her legs were spread wide, hanging over the side while her back remained flat against the chair.

Jonathan stood next to the sofa, his eyes fixed on me as I sank to my knees in front of him. He reached down and gripped my hair, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to witness the c*****e on the cushions.

"You like watching, don't you, sweetheart?" Jonathan whispered, his voice full of praise. "You’re doing such a good job for me already."

I didn't speak. I just took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his d**k while my eyes remained locked on Chris.

Chris didn't use a condom. He didn't even use spit at first. He grabbed his d**k and shoved it toward Claire’s entrance, but before he could penetrate, Jonathan leaned over the back of the sofa. Jonathan gathered a mouthful of saliva and spat directly onto Claire’s c**t, the liquid running down to her opening, make her soaked for Chris’ penetration.

"Good lad," Chris grunted,

He raised one of her legs onto his shoulders while her other leg curled around his waist and then he drove into her with the deepest thrust that made the entire sofa creak

“Oh my God!! Yes Chrisss.” Claire yelled, her eyes rolling back as she felt the full, unyielding weight of her husband bottoming o inside her.

"Does that feel boring, Claire?" Chris hissed, his hand moving up to catch her throat in a firm grip. "Answer me, you cheating little b***h!"

He slapped her breasts, gaining another pleasurable scream from her.

"No... oh god, Chris... more... please, ruin me!" Claire sobbed, her fingers clawing at the sofa

I pulled my lips from Jonathan’s d**k, crawling up onto the sofa like a cat. While Chris hammered into his wife, I leaned down, my mouth finding Claire’s heavy breast. I brought my tongue on to her n*****s, swirling and licking her erect nipples

"That's right, Claire. Feel everything," I whispered into her ear, making her whole body shiver.

Jonathan moved around behind me. He saw my p***y exposed as I leaned over Claire, and he didn't hesitate. He knelt on the floor and dived in, his tongue finding my c**t

My back arched into a deep curve, my hands moving from Claire’s breasts to Chris’s abs, my nails digging into his skin as he continued to punish his wife. The four of us were a knot of limbs and friction.

"Change," Chris commanded suddenly.

He pulled out of Claire with a squelch sound. He then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to the edge of the sofa to replace Claire. Chris spread my legs far apart and pressed them at my inner thighs with his huge palms. My p***y was already coated with Jonathan’s saliva so he slipped in easily.

He thrusted into me repeatedly, grunting at almost every stroke. My legs hiked up high toward my chest until my knees were practically touching my ears. Jonathan, meanwhile, grabbed Claire and flipped her into all fours, her chest resting on the sofa armrest while her hips were thrust high into the air.

Chris increased his thrust, hitting my g-spot and I felt my insides start to tighten. “I’m gonna fuc..king cum.” I said breathless

"Hold it," Chris whispered to me, his hand coming down and delivering a sharp slap on my p***y that left a stinging red mark. "Don't you dare come until I tell you."

My toes curled up and my legs wouldn’t stop shaking. Chris held my both legs and clamped them together and pushed them until my knees were in my face, his d**k hiting all the right places.

“Uhhh..hnghhh. s**t s**t s**t. Chris pleaseee..” I begged

The sound of Claire and my moans filled the entire house as Jonathan was pounding into her, his hands on her hips as he spanked her ass.

"Is he better than me, Claire?" Jonathan taunted, "Do you like the way I use you?"

"Yes! Yes, Jonathan! You're so big... f**k!" Claire screamed.

Just as I reached the edge, that agonizing point of no return, Chris barked another order.

"Switch!"

He pulled out of me and shoved me toward Jonathan, who was waiting with his arms open. Chris day on the sofa and hurled Claire onto his lap, and slipped into her, forcing her to lean backwards until her back was completely against his chest.

“Raise your legs in the air,” Chris ordered her and she obeyed. He put his hands on her thighs for support and started thrusting so hard into her that the couch shook and Claire’s breast swinger every where.

Fuckkk. He should have done that to me.

The friction was relentless. The sound of skin hitting skin, the sounds of Jonathan spanking my ass while he thrust upward into me filled the room.

Jonathan had me on all fours with my left leg hooked over the armrest to give him that perfect, deep angle.

"You're so wet for me, Daphne," Jonathan praised, his breath hot against my neck. "You’re such a good little maid, aren't you?"

"Yes... please... Jonathan!" I pleaded, my voice breaking. “Please let me come.”

Claire joined in the begging as she was equally close and Chris wasn't letting her come. “Please Chris. Please.”

Jonathan and Chris looked at each other and nodded.

They pulled their d***s out from both of us and make us lie on the sofa, out legs apart.

They slipped two fingers into both of us and curled them to reach out g spot and started thrusting and I thought I would see stars. From Claire’s scream I was sure she felt the same way.

The climax was the best thing ever. Claire and I screamed in unison, our bodies arriving at the same time as we squirted everywhere.

The climax left us both shaking and incoherent.

“Get on your knees.” Chris commanded Claire and she almost fell on her face as her knees were wobbling.

When she finally got on her knees, Chris started stroking himself with his d**k infront of her.

Jonathan didn’t bother telling me to get on my knees, he just started stroking directly over my p***y.

“You want me to come on your face, don’t you, you little slut?” Chris rasped, his voice cracking

Claire nodded. “Mm-mm.”

Both Jonathan and Chris increased their strokes and Claire took Chris' balls in her mouth and Chris words became unintelligible as he came all over her face and sank into the sofa

Jonathan followed seconds later, his body stiffening as he came with a force that had him buried deep in me.

We laid across the cushions, a dazed, happy smile on all our faces.

Claire was curled against Chris’ chest, her eyes closed, looking more peaceful than she had in years.

"Daphne," Chris said, his voice finally losing its angry edge as he looked at me. "You’re staying. Permanently."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, sir," I whispered.

Claire looked up at her husband, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I'm sorry, Chris. I should have told you. I was just... I was afraid you'd think I was a monster."

"I think we're all monsters, Claire," Chris replied, kissing her forehead.

"Good," Claire smiled, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes. "Because I’ve been thinking... my friend, Sarah and her husband have been asking about a 'dinner party.' Maybe we should invite them next week? Spice things up?”

Chris looked at me, then at Jonathan, who was already reaching for a discarded glass of wine.

"The more the merrier," Chris said and I knew that their s*x life was never going to be the same again