Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

I wish I could say she dressed provocatively, or she seduced me and made me want to fuck her. But that was never the case with Hannah.

The girl had curves crafted by an angel and could be traced in any outfit she wore. (Her maid’s uniform was no exception.) I don’t know how I ended up fucking her and I don’t know how my friend George watched and jacked off as I did.

Okay, maybe I do know but recalling the events that led to that particular moment is like rocket science. I remember coming home from work that day with a splitting headache. I was more than grateful the kids had gone off to see their auntie as soon as I walked in through the door.

I have done well for myself over the years. My mansion could attest, the house sounded and felt empty as soon as I walked in. Hannah was however lingering in the corner cleaning or scrubbing something, I can’t really recall.

“Good evening Mr. Murphy,” she said as she walked over to where I was and offered to relieve me of my personal documents and briefcase.

“Good evening Hannah, please place these on my office table,” I answered before taking in the surroundings of my neat and tidy house.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Yes, a glass of scotch please,” I answered before slumming my weight down on the living room sofa and lifting my legs. There was a wrestling match going on that enticed me and that was what I watched for quite some time.

She walked back to the living room with my scotch in hand and placed it right in front of me.

“Thank you, Hannah.”

My cell phone rang as soon as she left the living room and I picked it up feeling beyond excited.

“Hey man.”

“Hey,” I answered my friend George.

“I was in the neighborhood, would you mind if I dropped by?” “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

I hung up the phone and stretched my legs on the sofa as I waited on my friend, George, to show up. The wrestling match really caught my attention and made me realize I had not had time to myself for the longest time. The doorbell rang and as usual Hannah went over to open it.

“Hey,” George saluted in his deep voice.

“Hey,” I answered and loved the joyous look in his eyes.

“How have you been?”

“I am alright,” he answered before taking a seat opposite me.

“Can I get you anything sir?” Hannah’s voice cut throughout the bonding moment and he had to look in her direction for a quick second.

“Yes, I would really like a glass of scotch much like my dear friend’s,” he answered. His eyes did not leave Hannah’s body as she turned on her heel and walked over to the kitchen.

“That woman has got one fine ass,” He let out a long whistle as Hannah walked to the kitchen. “Please tell me you have tapped that.”

I gave him a strange look and just before I could answer his question, Hannah walked back with his scotch balancing on a metallic tray and placed it right in front of him.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Do you need anything else?”

“Yes,” he answered without taking his eyes from her lovely bosom. “Do you have any crackers or nuts perhaps?”

“Yes.”

“Get me some, would you?”

She simply nodded her head and headed back to the kitchen to heed his words. His eyes traveled back with her to the kitchen and he looked back at me expectantly waiting on me to answer his question.

“So? Have you hit that?”

“No,” I answered flatly. “I do not fraternize with the help.” “Have you seen the curves on that girl? Damn!”

I had seen the curves on her, who hadn’t? Jocelyn (my wife) had felt threatened by her a few times that she would always resize her uniforms.

She walked back into the living room with both crackers and nuts on the same tray and placed them before him.

“Anything else sir?” she asked innocently. “No, thank you dear.”

His eyes ogled after her when she walked away and I could literally see the drool sipping from the side of his mouth.

“You are not okay in the head.”

“Are you just figuring that out?” he asked with a strange giggle escaping his throat.

I let out a loud roaring laughter and leaned back on the living room seat.

George talking about fucking Hannah made me strip her off what she had on in my mind. The thought of her naked got me very hard and I had to cross one leg over the other to hide my huge boner.

“Do you want to know something strange?’ “Tell me.”

“I think she is the type of chick who loves being roughened up and all that,” he let out as he looked at her through the kitchen door. “I can place some good money on that.”

“How did you figure that out?”

“Her whole demeanor,” he answered. “From the way she carried herself around to the way she smiles and nods her head whenever she talks or addresses someone.”

I bit my lower lip and looked at my friend. I had always known he was and shit crazy but he was now taking things to a whole other level. I let out a wide smile before looking in Hannah’s direction and calling out to her. She answered my call very fast and showed up almost immediately.

George signaled me and indicating her quick response was one of the submissive traits. I leaned back in my seat and looked at her, took in her well rounded behind, curvaceous body and full bosom. She had a pretty smile as well and made me want to smile back at her all the time.

“Where are Jocelyn and the kid?”

“They went to visit her sister,” she answered.

I knew that was a cover up for Jocelyn. She would leave the kid at her sisters and go fuck her latest boy toy. I had no problem with that as long as she kept things discreet. Knowing that gave me the motivation to put George’s theory to the test.

“Thank you, Hannah,” I answered before looking at George who had a perverted look displayed on his round face.

I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes hovered over Hannah’s bosom and a twinge of jealousy settled on my chest. I shifted slightly in my seat before looking at her, who gave me an expectant look waiting for her next set of instructions.

“Please fix George and me something to eat.” I felt my throat go dry from all the tension in the room.

“What would you like to have sir?”

“A sandwich. Or something,” I answered, looking at George for approval. “Sandwiches are good,” he confirmed.

We both watched her gyrate her ass across the room and headed back to the kitchen. I looked at George who had a few words for me but I beat him to the tongue lashing.

“I have a plan, relax,” I said before sipping from my glass. “Let me in on it.”

“No, I will do no such thing,” I answered and shook my head in disapproval.

“Why the hell not?”

“You are going to ruin it,” I answered and gave him a daring look after saying this. George always had the knack to ruin anything he put his hands on and I couldn’t let him take the wheel in this scenario.

With resigned shoulders and giving up look, he settled in his seat and waited to see what would happen next. I downed the contents of my glass before getting to my feet, winking at him and headed to the kitchen.

“You go boy,” he cheered me on as I walked. I totally ignored him and walked into Hannah adding a generous amount of mayonnaise to my ham sandwich.

“Here you go,” I said and offered her the empty scotch glass still in my hand. She rushed over to me in minute and took the glass from my hand as if it would burn my fingers in a few minutes.

“Would you like some more sir?” she asked with a humble look. “No, thank you,” I answered.

We stared at each other and I could tell she was wondering what I was doing in the kitchen. A nervous look covered her face that made me feel guilty for making her uncomfortable.

George’s words rang in my mind and a heated debate between my voice of reason and sense of adventure commenced.

“Is that all sir?” she asked before looking back at her half made sand which.

“Yes,” I answered nervously. “That will be all. Let me let you get back to your work.”

I was not built for it and took a few steps toward the door before remembering horny, perverted George sat in the other room with a million questions waiting to jab into my consciousness. This made me grab on the random sense of adventure that suddenly seared through me.

I walked back to where she was, her back was now faced to me as she stood by the kitchen counter working on the sand which. I placed both hands on her tiny waist and gave her a light squeeze. I waited on her reaction which was of the much expected shock and surprise.

“Sir, that is very inappropriate,” she said.

Her words, however, were not stern and I could detect a hungry look dancing in her eyes. She liked it, that little bitch liked my hands on her waist and he relished in the attention coming her way. My next step was to take George’s advice.

I took two steps and made sure I had invaded her personal space before placing my hand on her waist again, this time from the front.

“Sir,” she said again and gave me a searching look before looking at my strong grip on her waist and saying. “This is very inappropriate.”

“Then why aren’t you stopping me?”