Rubber Maid for Service

She knew the arrangement, it happened rarely and she eagerly anticipated each second, the build up, the instance and the departure. The Master of this room was a twisted romantic, he knew what he wanted and she dutifully allowed his pleasure.

Tightly laced in her shiny smooth bodice, breasts cupped with frills, stiffly starched shirt tightly tied over the top. Collar erect touching as high up as her ears, hearing muffled through tight head coverage, her eyes hidden by a frilly dust mask.

She senses movement in the shadows of the room.

She is bending over as far as she can to reach the back of the buffet, inspecting for cleanliness, she feels the bodice’s suspenders pulling on her stocking tops. The garment shifts up to expose her buttocks, one foot leaves the ground as she places her knee upon the buffet top, her bare wet and shiny cunt is on full display.

He strides across the room, and takes it in his strong, gloved hand.

She is pushed up onto the buffet into a kneeling position and he presses her roughly against the mirror hanging in front of them. His face is at her waist, and they watch together their reflection in the mirror before them as he pumps his hand in and out of her pussy. A river flows and her legs and the cabinet beneath her are drenched.

He grabs her wrists and places her on all fours, puts an ash tray on her back and he sits and smokes a cigarette.

From his armchair he watches as her arms start to shake and she lowers herself to her elbows. Her arse is in the air as he strokes his lovely cock, increasing intensity until he comes. She knows her next task well, she dismounts the buffet and crawls across the floor towards him, ready to do her cleaning.

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Photo courtesy of RubberPrincess and Mick aka UKRubberGuy

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