Jun 2017
I slammed the table, demanding for sugar. She knew i didn't drink it black. I like my coffee as i like my women - deadly, because of my diabetes. Being bedridden for years, women were the only entertainment left for me. Every day i would pray for one of them to make my heart stop and release me from this meaningless life. Having lived for eighty years was more than enough but i guess i was still pretty wild below my waist. I had gathered considerable amount of fortune and getting women who needed quick cash to sleep with me didn't prove to be difficult but quite frankly i had grown tired. I didn't anticipate for anyone to come that night until the silent knock on my door.
"Must be my housemaid," i figured.
You opened the door, holding a board with a writing that said room service on it. You were wearing a creepy mask along with a **** lingerie.
"Cut the jokes," i said.
I really wasn't in a mood for this, especially with a maid who had served me ever since i got sick. She was like family to me, but you forced your way through while slowly stripping down the thin layer of clothing you were still wearing, leaving you masked only. Despite her flat chest, i never noticed that great figure she had. You stood beside my bed, bare naked. I felt wrong about it but could have been a fitting ending to playing around and being *****. You didn't disappoint me, that passion inside you was splendid, more than my wife ever provided before she passed away. It was very, how to say, kind of disturbing seeing a youthful woman like you demonstrate something as sensual to an old man like me. She couldn't have been in it for the money because i paid her more than she would ever need and when our ******* transcended, you left without a comment, not asking for anything. I tried to have a conversation but even during our intimacy your rim stayed tight. It took one encounter to get me addicted, my will to live came back, i wanted to experience more of that.
The next morning i rang my bell to request her presence. I couldn't go to a bathroom alone so i had her living in my mansion where she could take care of my needs whenever necessary. During weekends i had my chauffeur replace her while she went home to her parents. For me, i only had a son remaining who would regularly visit me but hadn't done it for months. My summons got answered by the chauffeur who shouldn't have been here today. He had a look that told me something bad had happened. Apparently the maid was found dead on the side of a road and had been so at least twenty-four hours.
"Then who did i..." was i going to ask before i got interrupted by a phone call from my son who said he had already assigned me a new caretaker and abruptly left the country himself.
I was devastated, nothing made sense, i wanted to be alone as i had lost yet another person in my life who i might have felt stronger about than my own son. But when the sun went down, you drew near, arriving from my tears, wearing that same mask. Just how. I had million questions, you put your lips over mine and hushed me before i could say anything. I was confused but my lust for you was even bigger.
"Please don't leave me," i begged you
You nodded and the following day you really came again. I didn't know if i was being haunted or if it was a side effect of my medications. Eventually i asked you to remove your mask. It didn't take much to persuade you and as expected, the face of my maid was revealed under. Things got weird after i attended her funeral and confirmed her body with my own eyes. At the beginning i thought she could have faked her death for some reason or had a twin, except that tiny mole under her nose, no one could have had it as identical. Our final meeting in my bedroom, it was the first time you advanced without your disguise and then it suddenly hit me. You didn't have that mole there, just who exactly were you.
"Medical advances are pretty amazing but who would have guessed you'd notice something like that," you muttered.
"Ah, so it was my flesh and blood from the start," i thought to myself while being choked between your blood-stained hands.
"Must be my housemaid," i figured.
You opened the door, holding a board with a writing that said room service on it. You were wearing a creepy mask along with a **** lingerie.
"Cut the jokes," i said.
I really wasn't in a mood for this, especially with a maid who had served me ever since i got sick. She was like family to me, but you forced your way through while slowly stripping down the thin layer of clothing you were still wearing, leaving you masked only. Despite her flat chest, i never noticed that great figure she had. You stood beside my bed, bare naked. I felt wrong about it but could have been a fitting ending to playing around and being *****. You didn't disappoint me, that passion inside you was splendid, more than my wife ever provided before she passed away. It was very, how to say, kind of disturbing seeing a youthful woman like you demonstrate something as sensual to an old man like me. She couldn't have been in it for the money because i paid her more than she would ever need and when our ******* transcended, you left without a comment, not asking for anything. I tried to have a conversation but even during our intimacy your rim stayed tight. It took one encounter to get me addicted, my will to live came back, i wanted to experience more of that.
The next morning i rang my bell to request her presence. I couldn't go to a bathroom alone so i had her living in my mansion where she could take care of my needs whenever necessary. During weekends i had my chauffeur replace her while she went home to her parents. For me, i only had a son remaining who would regularly visit me but hadn't done it for months. My summons got answered by the chauffeur who shouldn't have been here today. He had a look that told me something bad had happened. Apparently the maid was found dead on the side of a road and had been so at least twenty-four hours.
"Then who did i..." was i going to ask before i got interrupted by a phone call from my son who said he had already assigned me a new caretaker and abruptly left the country himself.
I was devastated, nothing made sense, i wanted to be alone as i had lost yet another person in my life who i might have felt stronger about than my own son. But when the sun went down, you drew near, arriving from my tears, wearing that same mask. Just how. I had million questions, you put your lips over mine and hushed me before i could say anything. I was confused but my lust for you was even bigger.
"Please don't leave me," i begged you
You nodded and the following day you really came again. I didn't know if i was being haunted or if it was a side effect of my medications. Eventually i asked you to remove your mask. It didn't take much to persuade you and as expected, the face of my maid was revealed under. Things got weird after i attended her funeral and confirmed her body with my own eyes. At the beginning i thought she could have faked her death for some reason or had a twin, except that tiny mole under her nose, no one could have had it as identical. Our final meeting in my bedroom, it was the first time you advanced without your disguise and then it suddenly hit me. You didn't have that mole there, just who exactly were you.
"Medical advances are pretty amazing but who would have guessed you'd notice something like that," you muttered.
"Ah, so it was my flesh and blood from the start," i thought to myself while being choked between your blood-stained hands.
