6
Rogan
I think it’s time Milo got a promotion. I look around the house for him everywhere and eventually I find him in the back garden running circles around a caterpillar.
“There you are you little champion!”
Milo looks up at me with a big smile and runs over for pets. He’s deserved it.
“Who’s a good boy?! Your second ever mission and it was another total success!” I pull another biscuit out of my pocket and throw it through the air for Milo. The pup snatches the biscuit out of the air with military precision once again.
I nearly died with laughter upon seeing Chance fall back into the paint. I’d practiced with Milo a little earlier and I’d anticipated Chance might just get her foot in the paint or something. I don’t know where the little fella gets his strength from, the poor girl was practically covered in paint from head to toe, up her back.
Milo is rolling on his back in the grass, his tongue is hanging out and his tail is wagging away like crazy.
“Attention!” Milo sits up straight and looks at me sharply. “You did good back there soldier. You’re getting a promotion. You are no longer Ensign Milo. Welcome aboard Lieutenant Junior Grade. At ease soldier!”
Milo is off like a rocket at my words, probably running head first to find trouble the first place he can.
I head back into the house and go upstairs to see how Chance is getting on. I directed her to the spare room with the en suite and Chance reacted like she was in a five star hotel. I didn’t waste any money decorating the house, but it’s a luxury that I’ve fast become accustomed to. I often forget how blessed Ashlee and I actually are.
When I step into the room I can hear Chance is still in the shower, so I sit on the bed beside the uniform I picked out for her. The skimpy maid outfit is probably going to make her furious, but I’m feeling cheeky today and I want to try my chances.
Kissing Chance last night was like a breath of fresh air. Since then, I’ve had nothing else on my mind. It might sound crazy, but I feel like I’m starting to become obsessed. I went over to check on her earlier, when I saw the two thugs on her doorstep. I waited in the bushes and listened to their exchange. I’ve seen enough wise guys like that, to know that they’re no good.
What kind of scumbag knocks on the door of a nineteen year old girl and demands $200,000 by the end of the week? They told Chance they’d be back by Friday. As soon as I heard the conversation I called Hank and asked him to look into their collection company. Genesis Collection are going to rue the day they messed with my girl.
The shower finally cuts off and a moment later Chance is standing in the doorway to the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. My cock lunges in my pants at the sight. I want nothing more than to rip that towel off her and press her up against a wall.
Chance jumps at seeing me. “Rogan… Christ. I didn’t think you’d be here.”
I sit on the bed grinning at Chance like a schoolboy gone mad. “Just checking in. Get all the paint off?”
“I did, but I think my dress is ruined.” Chance holds up a crumpled ball of blue cloth.
“That’s alright.” I stand up off the bed and motion to the maid’s outfit I’ve left out for her. “I’ve got your uniform here. I’ll step outside while you change, and then we can start our trial?”
Chance only glances at the outfit for a second. Folded up, I don’t think she realizes what it is. “Thanks Rogan. I won’t be a minute.”
“Take your time.” I smirk. “Make sure you feel comfortable first.”
*
Chance
Rogan closes the door and I make my way over to the bed. I pick my outfit up and realize for the first time what it is he’s laid out for me. I hold the dress up with my mouth agape. No weird stuff? Yeah right.
“He’s got to be fucking kidding.”
My ‘cleaning uniform’ is actually a sexy French maid’s outfit. The frilly black dress is short, barely long enough to cover my ass and it cuts off just above where my breasts would be. It’s tight, frilly and very erotic. I guess I finally understand exactly what it is Rogan wants out of our relationship.
I stare at the door and picture him standing on the other side, smirking away like an idiot as he waits for me to get into his little sexy uniform. He’s probably done this to embarrass me and to show that he’s in control. If he thinks he can push me around that easily he’s got another thing coming. I’m going to show this 40 year old boy that he isn’t messing with some stupid little girl. I can hold my own.
I dry myself off and slip into the maid’s outfit. Once it’s on, it’s even tighter than I realized. On the bed there are a pair of tiny red panties and long white leggings. I slip them on too and add the last part of the ensemble: the white head band. I look at myself in the full length mirror that’s opposite the King bed and find I’m surprised.
I actually look pretty fucking sexy.
I don’t know how I’ve gone from a paint covered mess to sexy maid in under an hour, but somehow I’ve managed it. Rogan’s voice shouts from the door outside, pulling my attention from the mirror.
“Everything okay in there?”
“Fine. I’m coming out now.”
He’s such a bastard. I march toward the door and throw it open.
“Sorry, I was just making sure I looked alright. Hopefully this is to your satisfaction?”
Rogan is typing something on his phone. He turns around and glances up at me.
“Oh I’m sure th-”
His mouth drops open and he puts his phone into his pocket. “Holy hell.”
“What’s the matter?” I walk into the hallway and close the distance between us. I point one finger on his chest and drag it down slowly. I don’t know what’s coming over me, but being here in Rogan’s house, wearing this sexy outfit - I feel horny as fuck. I’m done waiting around and playing games, I want a man and I want that man to be Rogan Gold.
“Don’t I look good?”
“No, no - not at all. You look… fantastic.” For the first time since we’ve met, Rogan is practically speechless. I love how the power in our relationship has flipped over to me instantly. Wearing this uniform, it’s like I’m someone else altogether. I feel more daring than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m not Chance the virgin anymore, I’m Chance - powerful woman and potential sex freak.
I take another step closer to Rogan, lift his hand, and set it on my hip.
He swallows at something.
I make my voice all slow and sexy. My hand smooths round his shirt, feeling the hardness of his picture perfect abs underneath. “Do you want to fuck me Daddy?” I whisper into his ear. “Do you want to fuck your little slut maid?”
My words are like a catalyst, and he explodes onto me instantly. Our lips crash together in a passion of fire and fury. His hands wrap around me and lift me up off the ground, crushing my pussy up against the steel rod in his trousers. I wrap my legs around him, open my hips, push back and groan in delight as our mouths entwine.
Rogan steps forward and pushes me up against the wall. I thought our little make out session last night was intense, but it’s nothing compared to this. His lips are at my throat again, and I’m moaning loudly in pleasure. My tiny red panties are practically flooded. I’m fucking horny.
“God damn you’re beautiful.” He carries me back into the spare room. He practically throws me onto the King bed and I bounce across the mattress while giggling.
He removes his shirt and trousers until he’s wearing nothing but the tight boxer briefs that are struggling to contain the python in his crotch. I stare at his body, practically stunned into silence at the perfection on legs. His shoulders are impossibly broad, his chest and abs are perfectly sculpted. He has the arms and legs of an athlete. Every inch of the man is heaven and he’s climbing onto the bed on top of me.
His lips are on my breasts and he’s working his way down. He pushes his hand up the short frilly skirt and hooks his thumbs around the waist band of my panties. He crouches down and kisses me there through the fabric. It’s a simple gesture, but it’s enough to push me almost all the way. I moan his name loudly and scrunch my fingers on the bedding. He plants kisses on the insides of my thighs and pushes his tongue through the fabric against my wet slit.
“Rogan, oh - God!”
He slides his thumbs down, rolling my panties down my legs and off my ankles. I’m completely bare to him now and suddenly, I feel more self conscious than I ever have in my life. Chance the power woman is gone, and Chance the virgin comes thundering back into the room.
Rogan is on his way back down, and he’s about to send me to heights of pleasure I’ve never known before, when I finally squeak the words to him.
“I’m a virgin Rogan.”
He stops inches from me, and I feel the hotness of his breath tickling my sex. The sensation of his breath alone is enough to drive me wild. I feel chills of hot fire tingle across my skin. He sits up and smooths his hand over my thigh.
“That’s okay Chance. Are you ready for this? Or do you want to take things slow?”
The questions stuns me. I hadn’t taken into consideration for one second that Rogan would ask me what I want. It’s something my ex never did. I half sit up and stammer my response.
“I - I… you’re asking me what I want?”
Rogan’s face smooths into the most adorable smile. “Well of course. That’s how intimacy works. We both have to be on board if we both want to enjoy this. I don’t want to do anything if you’re not ready.”
I stare at the perfectly sculpted behemoth waiting between my legs like an obedient dog. Except he’s not a dog, he’s being considerate and sweet and adorable. And… Christ is he hot.
“I am ready - for you I think. I just thought I would warn you in case I’m not any good.”
His adorable smile brightens even more. “Any good? Girl… I haven’t had a woman make me feel this way in nearly a decade. Just because you’re a virgin it doesn’t mean you’re not sexy.”
My stomach does back flips at the compliment. “You, you think I’m sexy?”
“Show me a red blooded male that doesn’t find you sexy, and I’ll show you a gay man.”
I burst into a fit of immature laughter at his second compliment.
“I’m serious Chance. You’re not just sexy, you’re beautiful. I don’t mind that you’re a virgin. In fact, I kind of like the idea that I get to be the first one to claim you…”
I don’t know what it is about the way he phrases it, but there’s something about the word claim that makes me mad with lust. The idea that Rogan is the first and only one to claim me. Tingles run down my spine and across my legs. Rogan brushes his hand over my thigh and continues.
“But if you’re not ready or if you feel like we’re moving too fast, just say the word and I’ll hold back. I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Your pleasure is just as important as mine.”
His response puts all my fears to rest and I feel myself relaxing instantly. He’s said exactly what I needed to hear.
“Tell you what.” Rogan shuffles back and runs a hand through his hair. “What if I hold back today, and we’ll just concentrate on actually cleaning the house. I don’t mind if you need time.”
“No.” I’m quick to shut the idea down. I look up at him with lidded lust, feeling intoxicated by his body and the faint scent of his sweat on the air. “I want you Rogan. I want you to… taste me.”
The sentence sounds so naughty coming off my mouth I almost want to moan. Rogan’s eyes become two black dinner plates and that mischievous grin is back again, tugging at his beautiful lips.
“Your word is my command, precious. Open those legs and let me see that pretty thing.”
I do as he says and his hands are back on me instantly. He strokes a finger up my thigh delicately and then he’s bent over, planting a trail of kisses up my leg and toward my pussy. I close my eyes, palm at my breasts and moan as my ass lifts off the bed. My crotch lunges up in the air, aching to be kissed by him, aching to feel his touch.
He kisses me gently at first, and then I feel the point of his tongue pulling up my slit until it reaches my bud. He stops there and moves around in circles expertly. I lay on the bed palming at my breasts, gasping out loud at every sensation. Hot waves of pleasure start to crest within me, and then I feel his finger slip inside.
“Rogan, oh God!”
I drop one hand down in between my legs and find his thick blanket of grey-chocolate hair. I thread my fingers through his scalp and hold him against me as I cum hard. My pussy lunges at him, begging to feel his tongue go deeper.
He laps at me like an expert, sliding his fingers in and out with gentle expertise until I cum again, and again, and again. His lips suck at my clit and I’ve got both my hands on his head now, holding him steady as I cum harder than I’ve ever come in my life before.
I’m getting eaten out for the first time ever, and I’m jelly in the hands of a SEAL Daddy sex goddess.
I might just like living next door to this guy after all.