She stood there in the tiny room, the door clicking shut behind her with a heavy lock sliding into place. The maid outfit barely covered anything: black lace apron over a sheer white dress that hugged her tits and stopped just below her ass. No panties. Stockings clipped to a garter belt. He had told her to put it on, then locked her in until she was ready to serve.
"Get on your knees," he said through the intercom. His voice was low and direct. She dropped down, the hardwood floor hard against her knees. Her pussy was already wet from the anticipation.
He entered a minute later, cock already out and half-hard. "Suck it, maid. That's what you're locked in here for." She opened her mouth and took him deep, lips stretching around the thick shaft. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face, thrusting until her eyes watered and spit ran down her chin onto the apron.
She gagged but kept sucking, tongue working the underside while he used her throat.
When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected her mouth to his cock. "Bend over the bed." She did it fast, ass up, the short skirt flipped over her back. He slapped her pussy hard, then shoved two fingers inside. She was soaked. He finger-fucked her rough and fast until she moaned and pushed back against his hand.
He replaced his fingers with his cock in one thrust, burying himself balls-deep in her cunt. The stretch burned good. He pounded her hard, hips slapping against her ass, the bed creaking with every drive. Her tits spilled out of the top of the dress and bounced with each slam. "Fuck, your pussy's tight," he growled. "Locked in here all night, you're gonna take every inch."
He pulled out and flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He shoved back in and fucked her missionary style, grinding deep so his pubic bone rubbed her clit. She came hard, cunt clenching around him, but he didn't stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm until she was shaking.
Next he had her ride him. She straddled his lap on the edge of the bed, sinking down on his cock. He held her hips and made her bounce, tits in his face. He sucked and bit her nipples while she worked herself on his shaft, juices dripping down his balls. "Faster, maid. Earn your keep." She rode him until her thighs burned, then he took over, jackhammering up into her from below.
He bent her over the dresser next, mirror in front of them so she could watch. One hand on her throat, the other spanking her ass red while he fucked her from behind again. "Look at yourself. Locked in, dressed like a slut, getting used." She watched her own face twist with pleasure as he drilled her.
He pulled out and came on her ass, thick ropes painting her skin and the garter straps. But he wasn't done. He pushed her to the floor again and made her lick him clean, then had her finger herself while he watched, getting hard again.
Round two was slower but just as filthy. He locked her wrists to the headboard with cuffs from the drawer and ate her pussy until she begged, then fucked her in every position the restraints allowed: legs over his shoulders, on her side, ass up with her face pressed into the pillow. He came inside her the second time, filling her cunt while she clenched around him.
By the third round she was a mess: makeup smeared, dress torn at the straps, cum leaking down her thighs. He unlocked the door only after she promised to stay the night as his locked-in maid, ready for whatever he wanted. She stayed on her knees by the bed, waiting for the next command, pussy throbbing and ready.
