Suck it!

The new maid hired by Sonia Duncan whose job is to see to it that the whole Duncan Mansion is in proper care without the tiniest trace of dust within the whole vicinity and also in charge of the welfare of the sole heiress, Rebecca Duncan. Okay, maybe she was slightly exaggerated. But never mind.

 

Let’s go back to the maid. Don’t worry this story is not about the maid. Well, this maid is a pure Catholic woman. She goes to church every Sunday, never broke any of the 10 Commandments, always listens with the parish priest’s weekly sermons and keep them in her head forever, and believes in all the Church’s teachings.

 

She believes that she’s still pure, innocent, naïve with all the morals a person could ever muster until the day she dies. She shelters herself from dirty, unreasonable and improper thoughts and actions.

 

Or at least that’s what she wants herself and the people reading this to believe.

 

Until one day…

 

The maid was walking down the hall, checking every facility of the mansion. Her employer, Sonia Duncan herself, is due to be home later that week and the successful business woman had quite emphasized that she wants the house or rather the mansion in its full glory.

 

Rebecca Duncan, oh the beautiful, wonderful girl, was once again left to the maids’ and her bodyguards’ care. Thank the heavens for her brilliant, thoughtful boyfriend who decided to keep her company during her mother’s absence to uplift her spirit.

 

Erick Turner. The enigmatic lad with multiple, unpredictable personality but wonderful nonetheless. The man with a thousand of innuendos running in his imaginative side a.k.a brain.

 

Let us go for a trip on the maid’s memory lane…

 

The Turner lad was once again a guest in the Duncan mansion. He had this thoughtful look on his face while drinking his ever-favorite tea when Mistress Rebecca came down and grace the world with her astounding beauty.

 

She stopped in front the lad and asked, “Do I look any different?”

 

A long pause…

 

“Erick, do I?”

 

The Turner lad finally answered, “I’d have to see you naked…”

 

On for another memory…

 

The maid was spying on the couple seated on the love seat, watching the super controversial movie “The Da Vinci Code.”

 

When the Turner lad suddenly kissed the girl in his arms.

 

Rebecca looked at him, “What did you do that for?”

 

“Well, I’d been wondering if I’d like it.”

 

The ever-curious Rebecca decided to let it pass and just asked, “What’s the decision?”

 

The Turner lad still had the nerves to laugh.

 

“I don’t know yet…”

 

They kissed again.

 

“You know, Rebecca, it’s even better when you help…”

 

And from there starts another snogging session.

 

End of our little memory field trip.

 

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Back to our present chatting. The maid turned a corner in the hall and walked on for a bit. A noise coming from one of the rooms causes her to slow down. “What could it be?” She muttered as her ultra super powerful hearing capability brought her in front her Mistress Rebecca’s room.

 

She gets herself closer to the door and listens tentatively on what’s happening behind it.

 

“Erick, I don’t want to suck at it!”

 

“Come on, please… with cherry on top?”

 

A moan came.

 

The woman outside the door blushed

 

“So, how was it?”

 

“Pretty good. A bit hard though…”

 

“Really? And why won’t you taste it earlier?”

 

“I’m afraid of the taste. And look at that white stuff oozing from it…Eww…”

 

The maid outside tried to block out the unwanted thoughts running around her head, it is so difficult to do in a kind of world we have today. She was aware of few things, and that did sound awfully suggestive…

 

“So, it tastes good?”

 

“You have no idea…”

 

Another moan came.

 

“Can I have one?”

 

“No, it’s mine!”

 

“At least touch yours?”

 

“No, you won’t touch it!”

 

A groan came.

 

“Rebecca, please?”

 

“Fine, just touch it and lick your fingers if you want…”

 

“It tastes good!”

 

“Told you…”

 

“Could I feel it inside my mouth?”

 

“Just a warning though, I want it slippery and hard…”

 

The maid outside the door whimpered whilst inching closer to the door.

 

Another moan came.

 

“That’s fine; I can do that and get rid of that white stuff. But it looks appetizing to me…”

 

“Keep it on…”

 

Series of moans.

 

“Faster, Turner, harder!”

 

“Sheez, how fast and hard do you want it?”

 

“Just do it!”

 

“It’s your first time, Rebecca! I don’t want to rush things…”

 

Moans…

 

“Just keep up the pace, Turner!”

 

“Are you sure you want me to?”

 

“Yes! I’m coming…”

 

“Fine, fine… I’m going faster!”

 

Moans… Groans… Whimpers…

 

The maid swooned as the room in front of her was suddenly filled with moans. The door in front of her began to open and she fell to the ground in a faint. And there emerged an overly exhausted Erick followed by a panting Rebecca, both looking at her in wonder.

 

The maid stood up blushing before sprinting out of sight as if she had just seen Darth Vader emerged from a bathroom.

 

“What’s with her?” Erick asked, looking at his girlfriend.

 

“I don’t know…” Rebecca answered with equally baffled look.

 

“But that newest edition of Uncle Iced’s Popsicle ice cream is delicious, eh?”

 

“Yeah, and you wouldn’t even bother giving it back to me if I didn’t asked you to go faster!”

 

“And if I may add… Harder.”