Mr Humphrey tore away at Stella's maid uniform, as if they were scrap papers being pulled out of a notebook. "Remove your bikini, woman. It's an obstruction to my view." Mr Humphrey sternly instructed. He was most certainly in the mood, and he would never please himself with his own hands.
Mr Humphrey ripped off his button down shirt, and tossed it aside to a pile consisting of his tie, and the rest of his tuxedo. He then dropped his underwear at the speed of light, revealing a 12 inch beast, leaving Stella speechless, not like she was allowed to talk anyway.
"Gosh darn it... I forgot the lubricant again." Mr Humphrey complained. He went to the little bedside table, grabbed the small bell and jingled it as hard as he could. "Finger yourself while you wait, woman." He looked Stella in the eye, being clear about what he wanted.
"I don't know how, Mr Humphrey." Stella quietly replied.
"Don't be stupid. Figure it out for yourself. I want to hear some noise before I get to you."
There was a loud knocking at the door. "Sir, what do you think you're doing in there?! You called room service about 5 minutes ago, and now you're calling again! The other employee still hasn't gotten back yet-" her rant was interrupted by a tall, naked man who answered the door.
"You're late." Mr Humphrey was pretty pissed. He pointed to Stella, "She's 22 and serving me. I'm 24, horny, and have no lube. Get in."
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Your Mother (Smut)
RandomSMUT! Skip to Happy Ever After for the good stuff. I wrote this as a one time thing to prove a friend wrong, but if this gets popular and more gets requested, then I will deliver more. All characters used are my own damn creation.
