Not Just The Maid [Michael Jackson Fantasy]

Too Much Love Making

*Lana's POV*

Here I am, sitting there, all alone. In Michael's bedroom as I hear him making conversation with the new maid, Maria. 

Me, feeling slightly left out, got up and looked in the mirror. I sighed, feeling like I needed to take a chill pill. The new maid was nice, I have to admit, but the fact that a few days ago, we had a passionate sexual encounter and the fact that we named ourselves a couple, yes, I felt left out and slightly jealous.

I wanted his attention so bad.

I decide to go out for a walk. I put on some work out gear and lace up my sneaks. I look in the mirror and begin to comb my hair gently since my curls are overwhelmingly curly. I then hear the door open and I hear someone walk in. Then feeling hands on my waist, I keep my attention to the mirror. It's Michael. "Hi, beautiful." He whispers in my ear as he leaves a wet kiss on my neck. This is what gets me. He comes in here, touching and kissing me and makes me vulnerable to him. I get all tingly inside and let him have his way with me. This is why I can never stay mad at him because of things like this.

"Not now, Michael. I'm going to go work out." I say as I put my index finger to his lips. He looks at me and bites his lip. He stares me down and nods. "Okay, be back soon, baby. I have a beautiful surprise for you tonight." 

I nod and pin my hair up in a pony tail with a side braid. I put on deoderant and spray a light perfume on. Adjusting my iphone on a playlist, I then feel Michael standing right behind me. His prescence is just overwhelming. I feel his manhood standing at attention and its a slight turn on. I hurriedly grab my armband and strap it to my arm as I place my iPhone in and plug my earphones in. 

"Bye, Michael. I'll be back soon." I say as I walk out quickly. He runs to the door and stands in front of it, blocking the entrance. 

"Give me a  French Kiss first." He says seductively as I frown at him. 

"No, because you're gonna want more." I say and before I know it, his hands are on my backside and our tongues are locked. I moan spontaneously and feel him rub my womanhood through my workout capris. I then feel the urge to have him inside me. He picks my hips up and I'm now in the air. 

I go to stop him, but he then wraps his arms around my hips and lays me down on the bed. He begins unbuttoning his shirt and letting his hair loose. His short, beautiful curls fall to his shoulders and his perfect white pearls show as he smiles. 

"Let me touch you. Let me have my way with you." He says.

I then watch as he hurriedly takes everything off of me. Laying there nude, I then cover myself shyly. He smiles and begins kissing me all over. Here. There. Down there. Up here. 

Minutes later, the room is hot with the smell of love making. He thrusts inside me gently, perfectly, but boldly. I moan in his ear as he rocks his hips steadily. This experience is just breath taking. It stills weird to me that just 2 weeks ago, I was Michael's best maid. It was all professional. And now, it's all love making. 

Feeling myself climax, I then arch my back as he keeps working hard to give me pleasure. I feel the bed rocking as he pumps steadily. Quicker. Faster. Harder. My toes then curl abruptly and I feel fluids flow out of me. I then feel the warmth of his love juices shoot into me. The process of our juices inside me made me feel amazing. But then I open my eyes and look at him panting. He kisses me hungrily.

We didn't use a condom...Are we moving too fast? 

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