Faye and the fat kama sutra

chapter 5: faye milks the maid

Faye asked for more, as the maid grew less shy.
Faye said,
These foot rubs should include my thighs.
The maid was aroused, somehow Faye knew.
Faye’s fat creamy legs were seductive taboo.

She’s my boss, thought the maid,
and a woman too.
And not only that, she's fucking huge.

The maid had grown a powerful crush,
And now she wanted this duty so much.

To hide her excitement, the maid just said,
Yes,
Whatever you need to relieve your stress.

The maid massaged Faye’s fat calves and knees,
Each one encircled by thick cottage cheese.
Faye’s giant gut spilled out to both sides.
Her fat was sloshing in sync like the tides.
As her hands moved toward Faye’s upper thigh,
The maid saw more of what lay inside.
The maid could see belly, and glimpses of muff.
Faye’s robe was huge, but not big enough.
Apart from her robe, Faye was nude,
Salaciously milking her maid’s servitude.

The maid didn’t mind touching Faye’s thighs,
As she consumed all of Faye with her eyes.
Desire bulldozed the maid’s inhibitions,
Now willing, no eager, to grant Faye’s petitions.
Her hands approached Faye’s soft paradise,
Her mind surrendered to her secret vice.

Faye could see that the maid was turned on.
She opened her robe, her modesty gone.
Faye pointed over, toward her nightstand.
The maid understood her tacit command.
The maid fetched the box of chocolate truffles,
Gave them to Faye, who ate four and chuckled.
Faye nibbled her lip and touched her own breasts
She saw the maid blush, and made more requests.

Keep going today. Don’t stop ‘til I say.
Massage all of me. I hope that’s okay.

The maid said,
Yes, Shall I start with your back?

Faye joked,
Okay, but you’ll miss this six-pack.

Then Faye swung one leg, over her hip,
She gave it her all in an effort to flip.
Her belly lurched, from one side to the other,
Tits flapped, arms waved, she yelled "mother fu@&er".
Helpless, impuissant, Faye cursed and heaved,
Then the maid helped and Faye was relieved.
Faye felt a gentle but powerful hand,
lifting and turning deep in her waistband.

Faye was aware of her engorged physique,
But she didn’t know that she’d gotten so weak.
She was embarrassed, fattened, and feeble.
But also aroused, face down and spread-eagle.
Months had passed since Faye’s last orgasm.
Her husband dismissed her with cruel sarcasm.
Touching herself, that normal perversion,
At her size required too much exertion.
Faye was too fat to make herself purr,
And her husband never wants to f%@k her.
Perhaps this maid, her personal servant,
Could please her better than his little serpent.