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"Oh, god, yes! Oh, god... harder..." Buffy Summers rolled her eyes as the feminine voice echoed throughout the entire second floor of the large mansion. Must she be so loud? She was obviously faking it. Anyone could tell you that. It was just the way she yelled and the way Buffy heard the bed scratching the floor as if rocked against the wall. Yet, against her better half’s will, she felt herself growing slightly wet at the thought of the man of the house fucking his wife so hard. It was slightly erotic that they would do it so loudly and so freely when they knew that she was on the floor. That they really didn’t care. Biting the inside of her bottom lip, Buffy shook her head and turned back to cleaning the windows in the large hallway. Her arm ached from going up and down, the rag held loosely in her hand. She was tired. It was nearly seven at night and she had worked extra hard all day to make sure she pleased her bosses. They, of course, paid her well enough. That was the only reason she stuck around. That, and the sexy god that was Angel Stevers. Angel Stevers. Major businessman and heir to millions of dollars. He was young, gorgeous and rich. Every woman wanted him. He had married his long time girlfriend Darla Raves three years ago, but that didn’t stop almost every single woman from fantasizing and leering at him. He was wanted and he loved it. That, Buffy was sure of. It was the way he walked. More like sauntered. Like he owned everything and everyone. Breathing in, Buffy threw down the rag she was holding and closed the drapes as the sun started dipping behind the mountains. The entire mansion was well lit as it usually was at all times. They could afford the electricity bill. "Oh...faster...yes!... Yes!" A loud moan echoed in the hall and she knew what had just happened. She had been here long enough to know what everyone’s patterns were. Especially Mr. Stevers. She had been here for about seven years. She was the only maid that actually stayed at the mansion and had her own living quarters. She rarely ever got a day off and that was why she had few friends, except for those on the staff. Everyone else left after five thirty, leaving her to take care of everything else. Only three people actually slept in the mansion and Buffy found herself wondering why they needed such a big place. Why, to show off all of their shiny money accounts that Mr. Stevers had around the world, of course. Sighing and bending down to pick up the rag and her bucket of cleaning supplies, Buffy picked everything up and made sure everything appeared shiny and new. All of the drapes were closed and only the lights illuminated the walls. Looking down once more to make sure she had everything, Buffy found that her shoe was untied. Bending down, Buffy didn’t hear the door to the bedroom at the end of the hall open and close again. Picking everything up, Buffy stood up and found Mr. Stevers walking down the hall towards the her. Eyes widening at his attire, Buffy found herself staring and unable to look away. She had rarely ever seen the man without his shirt and now was one of those rare moments. He was only wearing a pair of dark boxer shorts and a cocky smile. Swallowing roughly, Buffy looked down and blushed when he made eye contact with her. Mrs. Stevers had made it clear that she was definitely below the owners of the house and was to never make direct eye contact and talk to either one of them. Looking up again, Buffy’s eyes widened further and she looked like a deer caught in headlights. The man of the house stood before her, smiling. "Hi, Buffy." "H-hello, Mr. Stevers," Buffy breathed, fighting the urge to let her eyes wander down his chest. Swallowing, Buffy almost immediately cast her eyes to the ground. Her heart began beating faster as he put his index finger under her chin and lifted it so they could make eye contact again. Her mouth was dry as he smiled at her softly. "How many times have I asked you to call me Angel?" he asked with a chuckle. Instead of removing his hand from her chin, like he’s supposed to, Buffy thought desperately, he let it rest against her skin. God, it had to be a sin for a man to look that good. "M-Mrs. Stevers-" Buffy stuttered before he silenced her. "Oh, just ignore her. You can call me whatever you want," Angel continued with a wink. Before either of them could go on, the door to his bedroom suite banged open and Darla appeared covered only in one of their ridiculously expensive Egyptian sheets. "Angel," she said expectantly. He rolled his eyes before turning and flashing his wife the fakest smile Buffy had ever seen. Flashing Buffy a more genuine smile, he continued down the hall. Darla watched him until he left before turning her heated gaze to Buffy, who swallowed roughly once more and looked to the floor. Darla approached her maid slowly, taking her time to come before her. "Look at me," she snapped. Buffy slowly raised her eyes to Darla’s and winced at the anger on her face. Darla narrowed her eyes. "Stay away from him, you little slut," she hissed. "You are nothing compared to him. You don’t deserve him so stop trying. Got it?" Buffy barely nodded before Mrs. Stevers turned on her heel and disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door uncharacteristically quietly. Shaking her head, Buffy quickly grabbed the cleaning supplies and raced downstairs to put them away before getting some dinner for herself and going to bed.
Buffy chewed on the small sandwich she had made herself quietly as she stared out the window of the little room she called home, consisting of a large twin bed, a nightstand, a couch and a coffee table facing a stand holding a small television. Considering the mansion she lived in, her living accommodations weren’t exactly stellar, but Buffy wasn’t one to complain. She was used to living in such small quarters and the thought of facing the woman of the house to fight for a bigger room scared her and seemed like a waste of time. Her thoughts quickly returned to Angel. God, he was drool worthy. The way he had touched her and talked to her earlier, standing before her without a shirt, made her insides turn to liquid and a hot heat emanate from between her legs. Just the thought of him made her feel tingly and she wanted nothing more than to touch him, have his strong hands on her body, his warm mouth against hers as he thrust deeply in- Buffy shook her head and closed her eyes. Setting the half-eaten sandwich on her nightstand, Buffy stood and walked the few feet she had to her bathroom, closing the door out of habit. Performing her nightly routine helped her mind drift away from the deliciousness that was Angel Stevers. Splashing warm water over her face, Buffy looked up at herself in the small mirror above the sink. Staring at her reflection put her in her place. She was nothing special to look at. Why would someone like Angel even think twice about looking her way? She was definitely no Darla Stevers. She knew she was a plain Jane compared to the women that Mr. Stevers surrounded himself with and knew that he was probably pitying her whenever he talked to her. But then she would remember the way he acted around his wife. They were always cold towards each other. Buffy often wondered if he had simply married the woman he had considered his other half for ten years for praise and whatever other silly reason other than the genuine affection couples usually had for their lovers. Dismissing her thinking as wishful hopes and nonsense, Buffy moved back into her room to change. The night was unusually hot and Buffy took off her pants and slipped off her shirt. Removing her bra, Buffy threw her discarded clothes into her small hamper before pulling out a cotton tank top that she slipped over her head. Moving freely in her underwear, Buffy finished her sandwich, brushed her teeth, set her plate on her coffee table and climbed into bed. Turning off the lamp next to her bed, she surrendered herself to her dreams.
Buffy felt so hot she thought she was going to explode. Throwing the covers off her legs, she sighed in relief when the cool night air from her open window reached her exposed legs. The sudden change in temperature made goose bumps rise on her skin and she shivered, feeling the tingles dance down her spine and through her body. Running her fingers through her slightly damp hair, Buffy twisted on the bed, fighting to find a position she deemed comfortable enough to sleep in. Returning to her back, Buffy unconsciously ran her hands down her body, as if searching for the discomfort that rained through her. Buffy gasped as her hands were joined by another, a larger, more gentle hand. Buffy opened her eyes to find the object of her desire sitting on the edge of her bed, his hand running down her leg softly. His dark eyes followed his fingers as they danced over her soft skin, running down before returning to the top, causing more goose bumps to appear on her suddenly flush skin. Buffy stared at the man before her, watched as he gently explored her body, as if memorizing her for future reference. Shivering once more, Buffy moaned quietly when his fingers trailed closer to her covered sex, slightly teasing her before pulling away. Buffy closed her eyes at the sensation of his hand on her only to open them to find him staring right into her eyes. Biting her lip, Buffy arched into his touch when he danced over her cotton underwear, grazing her swollen clit slightly. Never taking her eyes off him, Buffy unconsciously opened her legs for him, unaware of her wet panties as she bent her opposite leg slightly to allow more access. Angel’s expression never changed, nor did his eyes, as he moved his gaze down to where she invited him to be. She saw his eyes cloud with lust and suddenly she felt his fingers massaging her clit. Not noticing that her panties were gone, Buffy gasped and arched into his touch, her eyes fluttering close at the sensations warring through her body. Angel’s long fingers teased her expertly, as if he knew exactly what to do to her body to make her juices run from her. Then she felt his index finger enter her tight hole and her vaginal walls clamp around the foreign object. Buffy whimpered with need as he brought it out and thrust it back in shallowly, his thumb becoming intimate with her clit as he entered a second finger. Buffy’s hips thrust up against his hand as they both began to gain speed. "Oh, God," Buffy moaned, her hands clasping the sheets around her tightly, "Angel... oh, yes yes..." Buffy didn’t think twice about her lover’s change in positions as he was suddenly laying next to her, his hand having left her. Buffy opened her eyes to look at him and was about to ask why, not noticing that they appeared to be laying in an endless bed, both naked. The bed was covered in blood red sheets and there was complete blackness surrounding them. "Angel... please," Buffy begged, moving her body towards his, desperate for contact. "Tell me, Buffy," he said softly, so softly that Buffy barely heard it. "Tell me what you want..." Buffy whimpered in need and closed her eyes as she arched her body towards his. "You..." she gasped. "Tell me..." he continued, his hand reaching out to touch her breast softly, his fingers playing with her rosy nipple, teasing it to a rock hard point. Buffy moaned in frustration as his finger began circling her nipple. "Tell me..." "I want you..." Buffy moaned, her eyes closed as she arched into his touch. It was as if she had no hands and she couldn’t take care of herself. It was frustrating and exciting at the same time. "Tell me..." he continued, his head leaning forward as his tongue snaked out to flick at her nipple. Buffy groaned in pleasure as his hot tongue sent sparks roaring through her system. "I want you to..." Buffy was unable to finish. She just didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. "Mmmm..." Angel’s mouth encircled her nipple gently. He sucked on it gently, his tongue circling around it. Buffy cried out, her hips thrusting up into the air. "Oh God, Angel!" Buffy gasped, clenching her teeth. Suddenly she had hands and they were in his hair as she encouraged him, her hips moving against something only she could feel. "Yesss..." Then he bit down. Buffy gasped as she came, her eyes flying open as her hips thrust up against the air and his lips continued to suck on her breast. "Oh, yes yes!... I need you! Angel, please! Fuck me... fuck me... oh, yes yes..." As Buffy came back down, Angel was hovering above her, his hard cock resting against her opening. Then he was filling her in one hard thrust. Buffy arched into him, her legs circling his hips. He began a punishing rhythm that left Buffy dazed as she moved her legs higher, aching for him to go deeper, fill her more. His hips slammed into her pelvis, mixing pain with pleasure and causing Buffy to see stars. She had never in her life felt such pleasure and felt herself quickly building. "Harder..." she mumbled, her hips fighting to keep time with his as they moved together. Buffy gasped as she waited for the final thrust that would send her into oblivion, but it never came. Suddenly she was slammed back down from the edge and Angel was rolling over, taking her with him. Buffy whimpered in distress, her hips moving slightly as she collapsed against his chest. Angel’s fingers grazed her chin as he lifted her face so they could see each other. Buffy shivered at the raw lust in his dark eyes. "Tell me, Buffy..." Buffy had no problem then. Sitting up, she steadied herself on his chest as she lifted her hips, slamming back down and groaning when their pelvises smacked together. "Yes... I want to fuck you, Angel. Oh... yes..." He released a small groan and Buffy felt his hands on her hips, aiding her movement. Falling back, Buffy leaned against her hands, throwing her head back as she worked against him. Her mouth hung open as she concentrated on the pleasure flowing through her veins. A cry escaped her lips when his thumb found her clit and began rubbing it roughly. "Yes... yesssohyesss... harder..." she moaned. Buffy opened her eyes and looked over at Angel only to see him staring at his hard dick disappearing into her with each of her thrusts. Grunting, she pulled herself back up and her hips gained speed as she sought her release. She felt Angel’s rising to meet hers as they stared at each other. "Oh God, Angel," Buffy moaned, closing her eyes tightly as she moved faster, leaning forward so her thrusts allowed her clit to rub against his fingers. "Yes! I’m coming!... I’m coming!..." Buffy let loose a guttural moan and then cried out Angel’s name as her orgasms washed over her. Slamming her hips back down, Angel met her last thrust and she felt his hot seed erupt into her body. Gasping as another wave hit her, Buffy fell forward onto Angel’s chest, only to rear back up and cry out his name as his fingers massaged her clit once more, throwing her over the edge again... "Angel!"
Buffy’s yell echoed in her room and her eyes snapped open. She could still feel her orgasm rocketing through her body and she jerked once more as she finally settled. Looking around her, she found herself straddling her two pillows, her body free of clothing. Frowning, Buffy moved to climb off the pillows. Looking around the room, she saw that her underwear was at the foot of her bed and her tank top on the floor. Releasing a shaking sigh, Buffy moved her pillows back to the head of the bed and turned them around so she wasn’t sleeping in her own juices. Breathing in deeply, Buffy opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling. That had been one of the most intense dreams she had ever had in her life. She could remember every detail as if it had really happened and she felt her hips arch into the air as if seeking for more pleasure. Closing her eyes, Buffy ran her fingers over her rock hard nipples and down her body. Upon reaching her wet sex, Buffy dipped her finger in between her vaginal lips and found herself wetter than she ever had been. Gasping as her finger grazed her clit softly, Buffy adjusted herself on the bed to a more comfortable position. Opening her legs wide, she felt the cool air from her window hit her and she massaged her clit gently. She was still sensitive and her body jerked against her hand, causing Buffy to gasp and moan. "Yes," she hissed. Moving her hand faster, Buffy rocked against herself, pushed her body so that her clit was in direct stimulation with her fingers. Buffy arched her back, letting a cry fall from her lips as she remembered the intensity of her dream. "Angel," she whispered, pushing one of her fingers deep inside herself, feeling her vaginal walls clamp around her, just like Angel did to her in her dream. "Yes... Angel..." Buffy moaned loudly, pushing herself against her thrusting hand. Making her hand thrust harder, Buffy began her own rhythm, knowing deep inside herself that she could never meet the one she had created for Angel and herself, but realizing that it would have to do. "Yes," Buffy moaned. "Fuck me... Angel!... Oh, uh... uh... yes... yes!" Buffy’s last thrust came and she shouted her release as she came against her hand, her finger feeling the contractions of her vaginal walls. "Oh God, Angel," Buffy said softly. Pulling away from herself, Buffy dropped back into a dreamless state of sleep, leaving the covers off her sweating body. She was as satisfied as she was likely to get for a long time.
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