1 comments/ 37552 views/ 17 favorites Fucking Maid Ch. 01 By: SG_Cummings As she edited the tape, she tried not to get too turned on. This was a job. She needed to just get it done, make sure faces weren't showing, cut out all the boring stuff, get it uploaded to the site, then she could masturbate. Editing a tape like this is a lot less fun, downright boring actually, if you've just had several orgasms. Once the tape was on the site, she could excite herself not only to the hot sex in the video, but to the satisfaction that she didn't procrastinate. His face was out of frame in the video, but she was imagining it now, remembering how they had met the previous night. Rob. *** He was handsome, but not beautiful. She had picked him out for two reasons. He was alone at a nice hotel bar, and he was wearing a wedding ring. The fact that he was alone at a nice hotel bar meant he was only in town for a night or two on business. People don't come to Las Vegas by themselves unless it's for a conference of some kind, or they're driving across country for some reason. The wedding ring meant he probably never thought he had a chance with her, which meant the conversation could start out friendly, and she could steer it. She wore a wedding ring, though she was happily not married, just to make her approach seem more like overt flirting than seduction. She wouldn't tell him that she was a hotel maid. She definitely wouldn't tell him that she wasn't technically a US citizen (she was born in Las Vegas, but not at a hospital). If one of her, let's call them costars, ever asked what she did for a living, she would say she was a translator for a Mexican diplomat, then she'd say she hated talking about work and change the subject. She always pretended to be a little drunker than she was. Not sloppy, but wanting to come off as uninhibited. She would casually drop a compliment after the conversation had been going on for a while. "Your wife is lucky, you seem so cool." A little later, she would ask him if he wanted to go for a walk, see the lights. She had done this about fifteen times now, and Rob was the first to cut through the bullshit. He only waited ten minutes into the walk to suggest they go back to his hotel room. Most guys needed at least an hour of Elena's heavy-handed flirting to realize that she was definitely going to fuck them. "I've seen all this shit a thousand times," Rob said. He came to Vegas on business quite frequently. "It's 9 pm and 95 degrees outside. What do you say we go back to my room, I drop a ridiculous amount of money on a bottle of mediocre champagne from the minibar, and we enjoy some well-deserved air conditioning?" "That's the best idea I've ever heard," said Elena. "But let's go back to my room. I've got the best view of Vegas you've probably ever seen, and we don't have to pay for booze." "Deal." He may not have said "Deal," if he had known that Elena would surreptitiously record their entire encounter on video, and then post that video to a website that she owned and operated. When they got to her hotel, she winked at the desk clerk as he checked some guests in for the night. Peter was her best friend and coworker, he was the classiest homo she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing, and he was the reason she was able to use the Emperor's Suite free of charge. He gave Elena a knowing nod as she and her new friend disappeared into the elevator. Once in the suite, she stepped out of her heels, and bee-lined over to the full bar. Rob couldn't believe how nice her room was. He walked over to the giant windows. "You were right. This is the nicest view of Vegas I've ever seen. Wish I could work for a diplomat." "Would you like some scotch?" she asked him. "Wow, the good stuff." It was not good stuff, but was disguised as such. She was reusing a bottle she had found in a guest's room the night after a bachelor party. She had refilled it with the cheapest scotch that the liquor store had to offer, figuring that most men cannot tell the difference between "good stuff" and cheap stuff. "Would you consider me a pussy if I asked for it on the rocks?" he asked. "Not at all," she said, although she liked hers neat. They sat in plush chairs in front of the floor to ceiling window and had great conversation. She loved talking to men about their pasts. She would ask a simple question about a first love or what he had studied in college, and she would swoon when she saw excited nostalgia take him over. "That apartment didn't have a heater, and the only entertainment we had was a shitty record player, but goddamn if that wasn't one of the best years of my life," he said. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling. You've gotten me drunk, young lady. Cheers." "So what did you do all day with no heater and nothing to do?" she asked suggestively. "Oh, you know." He turned away. "I think I do know. Cheers." He laughed and looked out the window. They were quiet for a moment. Comfortable. "I'm gonna go use that bathroom that's bigger than my master bedroom," he said. "Be right back." When she heard the bathroom door click, she got up and headed for the bedroom. She opened the laptop on the desk. On the screen were five windows staggered neatly. Each window showed a video feed of the bed from a different angle. Beneath them was a toolbar with standard video buttons. She clicked the big red "Record" button, then closed the laptop. She sauntered back into the living area, and her ass was hitting the plush chair cushion right as the bathroom door reopened. "My turn," she said, as Rob approached. She walked back into the bedroom, heading for the master bath. Before she sat down to pee, she turned on the faucets in the oversized bathtub, and liberally poured a mixture of some of the most wonderful smelling oils and aroma-therapy bubble bath products money could buy. She'd refill the bottles tomorrow during her shift. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she sat down on the end of the bed instead of reentering the living room. "Rob," she called. "Come here." He appeared in the doorway a few moments later. "You're running a bath?" he asked. "You must be getting ready for bed. Should I head out?" Her arms were leaned back slightly and her chest was pushed out invitingly. "I want you to take a bath with me." The way he tucked his left thumb in toward his palm to feel for his wedding ring belied his cool response. "You do, huh?" he asked. "How'd I get so lucky?" "I consider myself the lucky one." "No, I mean it. A beautiful exotic woman just happens to invite me to her luxury hotel room to drink great scotch and take a bath with her? Me. A married schmuck from the suburbs. It's too good to be true." "That bath is filling up fast, and I'm going to get in it soon. I really want you to join me, but you don't have to. We're both married, and we're both going to go home tomorrow to be with people we love. But tonight is ours. You won the lottery tonight, Rob. And I feel like I did too." With that, she stood up, and reached behind her back to unzip her dress. It fell to the floor around her. As she made her way toward the bathroom, she undid her bra and tossed it aside. She reveled knowing his eyes were glued to her fully exposed, thong-clad ass. Her breasts were fine by her, a bit small but nice and perky, but she was ever so proud of that ass. Her butt was so prominent that it was a common point of conversation and playful teasing among the other maids, and even Peter, her GBF. She eased herself into the hot water, leaned back, and closed her eyes. She heard the sound of clothes coming off, his belt buckle jangling and hitting the tile. The water stirred as he got in, and she couldn't help letting out a whimper of approval at the thought of him. He sat directly across from her, with his arms outstretched on the rim of the tub. "Mmm," he said. She placed her left foot onto his knee, which he promptly took hold of and started rubbing. "Oh, holy shit," said Elena. She moaned and lightly grunted as he worked his magic. After a few minutes on her left foot, she placed her right foot on his knee and he switched to that. He really knew what he was doing, a good sign. She was starting to get turned on. She reached between her legs, unbeknownst to Rob, and rubbed her pussy. She was really just teasing herself, getting really worked up before- She realized she hadn't opened her eyes since he got into the tub. She was so relaxed. She opened them and looked at Rob. He looked back at her and smiled. He was so sweet. She continued lightly fingering her clit as she thought about the different kinds of men she'd had here in this very tub. How nervous some of them were, some way overly confident. Rob was cool, sure of himself without seeming too eager. She was ready to get started. She eased her upper body out of the water, exposing her soapy tits to her new friend, and made her way over to his side of the tub. She let her stomach slide down over his body, teasing him and herself, his hard dick pressed into her body as she slid toward him. She straddled his stomach now, but didn't sit down quite yet. She hovered above him, her hands on his shoulders, her tits at his eye level. He looked up at her, waiting for her to make the first move. She leaned down and kissed him passionately. Her hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck. She felt his hands lightly come to rest on the small of her back. She reached back and pushed his hands down to her ass. She needed him to squeeze it, wanted him feel how firm it was. It was not only her favorite self-feature, but a huge source of pleasure came from showing it off and having it fondled. He took her cue and began kneading fervently. "Mmf," she moaned into his mouth as they kissed. She eased her ass down and was now sitting directly onto his lap, rather than hovering over it. She felt his hard dick in the cleft of her pussy. She didn't want to fuck quite yet. She would get him really worked up, sliding her pussy along the underside of his dick. He kept one hand on her ass, but moved the other to her breast. She started grinding back and forth on his cock. He whimpered as her soft pussy lips rubbed his most sensitive body part. She slowed down considerably, just pushing down lightly now and swiveling her hips. She stopped kissing him for a moment and leaned back to offer her breasts to his mouth. Her pussy was no longer in contact with his dick so she reached down with her left hand and stroked him lightly. With her right hand she stroked herself. He went back and forth from breast to breast, his lips and tongue felt fantastic on her nipples. They continued going back and forth like this for several minutes, grinding and making out, then breast worship and digital rubdown. "Let's take this to the bed," she said finally. "I need your cum." Even though he didn't know it, he was about to be a pornstar, so she needed him to start feeling like one. He nodded in response. They toweled off quickly and she led him by hand to the bed. She sat him down on the side of the bed, and dropped to her knees in front of him. They were now in the frame of the pen spy-cam, which lay on the nightstand. She knew by trial and error exactly what body parts would and wouldn't be in the shot. The pen cam captured the lower half of her face, her tits, and Rob's dick. If it did accidentally catch her face, she could easily blur. She'd become an expert in blurring faces just barely enough to make them unrecognizable, but not so bad that it was distracting. She very slowly ran both hands up and down his cock as she spoke. "I want your cum, okay?" she began. "I'm not ashamed to say that I am a cumslut, so I'm gonna ask you some straightforward questions before we get started." "Shoot," he said. "Very funny," said Elena. "I didn't mean t-" "I've been teasing you for the last half hour or so, so I'm guessing you might be about ready to burst, is that right?" "That sounds about right." "If I was to start sucking you off with everything I had, using my hands, going as deep as I possibly can, how long do you think you'd last?" "Probably about a minute." "Great. And when you cum, does it shoot out fast or ooze out?" She felt his dick flex. She stopped her slow stroking but held a light grip with both hands. "Wow, you are straightforward," said Rob. "The first couple spurts shoot pretty far I guess, a foot or two. Then the rest oozes out. I cum a lot." "That's what I like to hear," said Elena. "Be honest, after I make you cum, how long until you can get hard again. Would you be able to cum again in half an hour? An hour? Or would you be done for the night?" "If you're as much of a cumslut as you say you are, you're with the right guy. I can be hard again in 20 minutes or so, but I'm gonna last a lot longer that time around. I can get close to climaxing without actually cumming for as long as I want. Sometimes I have to slow down though. I really like to hold it off for a long time. When I'm ready to cum again, there's gonna be just as much as this first time, probably more, because I'll have been building it up for... well that depends I guess." "You're perfect," she responded, her hands still lightly stroking. "Here's what I want to happen: I'm about to give you the best blowjob you've ever had. When you're ready, I want you to aim those first two strong spurts right here." She pointed to her mouth. "Then when the rest starts oozing out, lean in so that it falls down onto my tits, okay?" "God damn, that's hot. Yeah I can handle that." "Once you're done, and I'm thoroughly glazed, I want you to take a good long look at what you did to me. I want you to stare at the face and tits you just covered in your hot cum, and I want you to tell me how beautiful I look." She would edit it out that last part. It was just for her. She truly was a cumslut, and maybe her favorite thing in life was looking into the eyes of a man who had just jizzed all over her, watching him take in the sight of her naked body and face covered in his seed. "Got it," he said. She set to work. Her mouth engulfed his throbbing cock, and her hands stroked up and down. She lightly twisted her wrists outward on the down stroke, inward on the upstroke. "Oh fuck," said Rob. "That's incredible." "Mmm," moaned Elena around his dick. She couldn't contain her desire to get off any longer. She took her right hand off of his cock and thrust it between her legs. She was soaking wet. Her whole body melted into her fingers as she rubbed herself. Sucking dick had always made her so wet, mostly the idea of what would happen at the end of the blowjob. As she sucked, she imagined his cum erupting onto her lips and tongue, dripping down her chin and onto her tits. She thought about him, standing over her, blissfully exhausted, eying his dripping masterpiece. Her fingers moved faster. "Okay," said Rob. That one simple word, "okay," meant so much in that moment. He was about to cum. Which made her so hot that she was about to cum. On top of that, she was going to catch this incredible moment on camera, a huge turn on in itself, but knowing she was going to share this footage with the world sent her over the edge. Being a maid wasn't so bad knowing she had these nights, these exact moments, to look forward to. All of these notions were bubbling subconsciously beneath the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm. She felt Rob's penis begin to flex in succession, sensed his body growing weak at the orgasm overtaking him. She instinctively removed her mouth and hand, and sat back a little, her face turned up, tits pushed out. He grabbed his cock and started stroking. Her busy right hand slowed down as she started to climax. She opened her mouth barely in a quiet moan as she came. Rob's first rope of cum hit her lips as she peaked. Her body was jelly, and she struggled to keep her eyes open and focused on the glorious sight in front of her. He aimed his second spurt a little higher and covered her left cheek. She convulsed with pleasure at the feeling. He then leaned in, just like she'd asked, and an impressive amount of cum oozed from his rigid dick onto her perky breasts. He leaned back onto the bed, breathing heavily. She relaxed a little, her hand slowing to a stop. After a few heavy breaths, and a second to collect his thoughts, he opened his eyes and looked directly into her eyes. "You look beautiful." Fucking Maid Ch. 02 "That's it," said Elena. She had only edited the first five minutes of two hours of footage, and she was too horny to keep working. She got up from the desk and jumped in bed. She grabbed a vibrator from the drawer of the nightstand and wiggled out of her sweatpants. "One quickie and then back to work." She got off to thoughts of the scene she had just watched, the experience from last night. She remembered the sensation of his cum hitting her face, proud that she no longer flinched from anticipation. She used to be unsure of herself, knowing she craved cum, but timid to get out there and demand what she so wanted. The small vibrator didn't take long to produce the desired effect. She came hard, muffling her moans of pleasure so as not to wake her roommate. She turned off the vibrator and let the sexual tension fall away. She nodded off to thoughts of how far she had come in terms of sex, and the website. How her sex life was very much wrapped up in the existence and idea of the site itself. Maintaining it was a full time job, and it was so much more fun and rewarding than her "real" job. She woke up an hour later. She wiped the drool from her mouth, and the grool from her vibrator, and got back to work. There was a lot more tape to edit. She had to crunch over two hours of amazing sex into ten minutes of best-of moments. She had two minutes ready now. Eight more to go. *** Rob reached out his hands in an offer to help her stand. She took the offer and stood. She could feel the cum cooling rapidly on her face and tits. "I want you to lay down and catch your breath," said Elena. "I'm going to take a short shower, I'll be back in no time. Catch a quick Z if you want." When she returned from her shower, he was dozing. He lay on his back, on top of the covers. She climbed into the bed next to him and pressed her body into his. He awoke and turned on his side to face her. They shared a deep kiss, but not for long. "My turn," she said. She lay on her back in the very center of the bed and spread her legs. Without a word, Rob got into position to return the oral favor. He began kissing her inner thighs, knowing not to dive right in too fast. She rubbed her breasts in anticipation of his mouth on her pussy. She thought of the cam on the wall behind her. It was hidden in the frame of a painting above the headboard and caught the action in the middle of the bed at a steep angle. It was perfect for pussy-eating scenes, because it was the only cam that would catch a top-down view of Elena bucking her hips into his mouth and playing with her own hard nipples. She occasionally cut to the painting cam for cowgirl scenes, but favored the alarm clock cam for those. His mouth was on her pussy now, and within a few seconds she could tell that he knew what he was doing. He understood that she wasn't a lollipop, and that he wasn't trying to win a race. Steady, heavy tongue. Light suction. His eyes were closed with concentration as he encircled her clit. Pleasure surged throughout her body. He was an expert. His hands snaked up her body to fondle her tits. She pulled her own hands away from her increasingly sensitive breasts, and when he started massaging them in rhythm with his mouth, she closed her eyes knowing it wouldn't be long. "Don't stop," said Elena. Rob increased his speed slightly at her command. Her hips bucked softly as she pushed her pussy into his tireless mouth. She inhaled sharply just as it hit her. She exhaled in a sustained moan as it crashed into her, like a damn breaking, nothing could stop it now. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook her body. Her breath came in short gasps. She opened her eyes enough to see Rob still working. His hands were still at her breasts, cupping them, and lightly pinching her nipples. It was all too much. He was incredible. Her eyes shut tight once more as she was brought to another earth-shattering orgasm. A minute later, she was cumming yet again. Soon, she lost count. Her ass was lifted into the air, and a mixture of her wetness and his saliva was dripping up her lower back now. After a dozen or so, she reached her threshold, and tapped on his forearm to let him know. She became less tense, and relaxed her ass back onto the bed as Rob crawled up to lie next to her. He looked cool and composed, his hands behind his head in the classic relaxation pose. She looked like a limp ragdoll, exhausted and spent in the best way, anything but composed. She rolled onto her side facing away from him. "Spoon me," said Elena, which he did. *** The cunnilingus scene Elena had just finished adding would only make up for about thirty seconds of the video, cut down from over eleven minutes. She knew from experience that fans of her website liked a little bit of pussy eating, but were far more partial to scenes involving penetration or cock worship of some kind. She was of the same opinion. Her videos were not edited in chronological order and this cunnilingus scene would actually be first. The two minutes of blowjob and cumshot she had finished before the nap would be somewhere in the middle of the final cut. She was way bored of editing, still seven and a half minutes of footage left to go. She'd get right back to it after a bit of internet procrastination. She felt a little guilt at not just finishing the edit right away, especially since she lost an hour already to napsturbation. She knew the harder she worked on her site, the more money she would make, the closer she would be to getting out of Vegas. She had already squirreled away over three times her annual maid earnings in just one year of running the site, but it wasn't enough to move yet risk free. Elena started her usual routine of checking and maintaining her online persona. She started with kno-it.com, a news and entertainment site featuring user-submitted links and text posts divided into categories. Registered users could vote "yay" or "nay" on whether a link or post was interesting or noteworthy. Pornography made up a sizeable chunk of the site, one of the most popular subcategories of which was called 'showoffs'. People, mostly girls, would submit nude pictures and videos of themselves. Elena was proud to be one of the highest rated 'showoffs' on kno-it, especially considering she'd never shown her face. Her pornographic exploits were entirely anonymous, and she was bound to keep it that way. She couldn't face the idea of her family ever finding out she was a wanton slut. She never posted the hidden camera hotel room fuck scenes on kno-it though. In fact, 'kno-it showoffs' was just sort of a fun little exhibitionist outlet where she could upload a picture of her ass or tits, then read lots of fawning comments about her incredible body. Wouldn't she please show her face one of these days?! Was this activity vain, exposing her body to strangers online? Yes. Was it a little sad, to yearn for the satisfaction of knowing a few thousand people, mostly men, would be getting off to her naked lady parts? Yes. Was she comfortable with this knowledge? Yes. It made her feel good being told she was beautiful. It distracted her from the depressing, gnawing, ever-present fact that she was a poor Mexican maid. After seeing that she had over a thousand more "yays" than she did the night before, she surfed on over to blogler.com. Blogler was a microblogging platform where users post or repost pictures, videos, text, and links. This was where she posted pics and video snippets of her hotel exploits, hoping to draw traffic to her main website. Nothing noteworthy on blogler today. Just the usual inbox full of inane questions and creepy compliments, and about a hundred new followers. Now it was time to check her website - spyongabriela.com. "Gabriela" was born out of Elena's exhibitionist tendencies, and a yearning for a lifestyle she couldn't afford on a maid's salary. She could have moved to San Fernando Valley years ago, right out of high school, but she wanted to make porn on her own terms. She'd always loved the idea of getting paid to fuck on camera, but the mainstream studio porn industry was disgusting. Wholly unsexy. The men were creepy meetheads, the women vacuous drones. Far worse than the acting talent were the producers. Smarmy fucking greaseballs who preyed on ignorant, attention-seeking little girls. Spyongabriela.com was a concept Elena and Peter had come up with together when she drunkenly confessed to him that she was a wannabe pornstar. When he asked why she didn't just go for it, she said she couldn't handle the idea of her family finding out. "So make your own videos, just don't show your face," Peter had suggested. "I bet you could sell 'em for top dollar too, witcho big ass." He was just joking, but it hit her that what he was saying was maybe possible. "Do you really think people would watch it if my face weren't visible?" "Hell yeah," said Peter. "I see amateur vids all the time where you can't see faces. You think you're the only person who wants to fuck on film anonymously?" They spent the rest of the night, and the following weeks, working out the details of what would become spyongabriela.com. Here she was a year later, and it was there in front of her, a dream realized. The banner at the top of the home page was an annoying reminder of what she should be doing: "New Video Cumming Soon!!" "Ugh," she grunted. She closed the web browser and started back in on the editing. *** Rob spooned her for a minute or two while she recovered from her many orgasms. He ran his fingers lightly along the length of her arm while she rested. Soon enough, she was ready for action, so she sat up and pushed him onto his back. She ran her fingers lightly along his thighs, as he had done to her arm. She watched his cock as it sprang back to life. She took it in her mouth and sucked him for a few seconds, getting him nice and hard and lubed up. Giving head had always made her wet, so as she lubed him up, she was getting herself nice and juicy as well. She positioned herself over him in the cowgirl position. She stroked his length before sinking it into her wetness. "Ready?" A slight nod was his only authorization. She lowered herself down slowly. This was another of her favorite moments in life. Feeling a hard dick gently pushing into her slick pussy was simply incredible, and was not to be rushed. Once all the way down, she stayed still, getting used to the feeling of fullness. She shifted her hips around slightly without actually fucking him yet. He was patient, and let her do what she needed to do. "Mmm, you feel so good," she said. With that, she leaned forward slightly and started bucking up and down steadily. It wasn't long before Rob's hands were busy groping her ass. She loved it. He worked her butt with his powerful hands in rhythm with her strokes. He sat up a bit and took her left nipple into his mouth. Then the right. They fucked like this for several minutes, neither of them rushing to the finish line, both of them in an ecstatic trance. The alarm clock cam was perfect for cowgirl. It would show everything from her chin down and his cock up. The camera behind her would catch her bulbous ass, and his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. She was getting wetter thinking about her fans watching this new video. Rob was good, and her fans would notice. She was getting more and more turned on, and she could have stayed like that for another hour probably, but she needed more angles. She bent over to kiss Rob while she removed herself from his dick. She turned away from him on her hands and knees, facing away from the headboard. Her glorious ass was now staring him in the face, and he didn't need any more invitation than that. He got onto his knees and positioned himself behind her. She reveled at the sensation of his cock pushing into her wet pussy a second time. A camera disguised as a necklace hung from one of the bedposts, just above the surface of the mattress. It would capture her tits and chin as he fucked her from behind. He started slow, and worked his way up to a steady pace. She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful. He felt so fucking good inside her. She lowered her face onto the mattress, taking her tits out of frame, and putting her face into close-up; her fans would have loved this shot, but they would never see it. The rest of this action would be from the point of a view of the closet camera, an actual video camera on a tripod that caught the whole bed from the side in wide shot, less-than-cleverly hidden behind a three inch opening. Arms no longer having to support her upper body, she reached back with both hands. She used one hand to rub her excited clit, and the other to massage Rob's balls as he slammed into her. He let out a groan. "You're not going to cum soon are you?" she asked. "No, that just feels amazing." "Good, I don't want you cumming too soon. I haven't been fucked like this in so long." They stayed in this position for several more minutes, and Elena was getting closer and closer to cumming. Her fingers worked faster and faster, and as she came she let out a quick, raspy moan. She felt Rob slow down as her pussy spasmed around his cock, the sensation pushing him close to climax himself, she guessed. "Ooh," he said. "I'm on the edge now, so I'm gonna slow down." He was so matter of fact in the way he talked about it, almost clinical, yet the thought of his next load growing bigger and bigger in his balls excited her greatly. They spent the next hour fucking in various positions. Every time she came, he'd get really close to the edge and slow down, which she took as an opportunity to change positions. "I think I'm ready for that huge load now," said Elena finally, her body racked with exhaustion from cumming so many times. "I'm about to burst. This is probably going to be a record-setting amount for me. I don't think I've ever edged for that long." "Good, I can't wait to have it all over me," she said. "Right here, she said pointing to her tits." They were in the missionary position, so he pulled out and straddled her. "Hand me my phone," she told him. "I want you to record this. Can you do that for me?" "Oh, wow," he said, slowly stroking his achingly hard dick. "Yeah, I can do that." She took hold of his dick and stroked for him, adding, "Good, I want to remember this. Do not get my face in the shot though," she commanded. "Even if some of your cum shoots up onto my face, I don't want anything above lips, okay?" "Okay," he agreed. "Hold the camera horizontally not vertically. Once you're done, I want you to stop recording and take lots of pictures of the cum. Again, no face, just lips and below." "Deal." "Action," she directed. He pressed the big record button and she started stroking him with both hands, taking him into her mouth every so often. His breathing became heavy, his exhalations turned into moans. He grabbed his cock with his right hand, taking over for her. With his left, he did his best to hold the camera steady, concentrating on not getting her face in the frame. He grunted as his dick suddenly unleashed a humongous spritz of cum onto her chin and lower lip. The second rope landed on her chest and spanned from her chin to her right breast. He lowered his aim and shifted the next spurt to her left breast. He pumped several more powerful shots onto her lips, chest, neck, and tits, making sure to coat her in sperm as evenly as possible. He hadn't lied. Edging for so long made this the biggest cumshot Elena had ever received. When he was done, he took a moment to breathe, and then switched from video to photo and started snapping pictures, all business. He took about twenty pictures and then she held out her hand, asking for the phone. She took about ten more pictures of herself. There was a huge gob of jizz hanging from her chin like a gooey icicle. She got a few really great shots of it with her lips pouting out and her well-glazed boobs at the bottom of the frame. "That was incredible, Rob," said Elena. "You've made this cumslut extremely happy." "I'll say it again, and not just because you told me to: you look beautiful covered in all that cum. Any chance I can get one of those pictures as a keepsake?" "Yes. Let me go wash off, then there's something I want to talk to you about." His brow furrowed with wonder at what she was getting at. "Don't worry," she said. Fucking Maid Ch. 03 3 She was done editing. Before she started the upload process, she sat quietly in thought about what it was that she was doing. Having sex with strange men and filming it without their knowledge. Asking their permission to publish hidden video she'd taken of them blowing loads all over her body. It was all so weird, but by now, after fifteen times, fifteen videos of fifteen different men, it seemed... normal.