Final Excerpt from "For Richer or for poorer."

Feeling the burn of the alcohol as it went down his throat and into his belly, exhilarated him. ‘Nothing like a shot of vodka to get the old heart pumping, Right Dad?’  Oh what his father would do if he knew he was drinking and driving.  What he would do if he knew just last night, only hours after their ‘big’ discussion, that he’d had his way with Louise, the house maid.  Nathan burst into laughter, taking another swig off his flask.  Oh yes, sweet, luscious Louise.  It’d been her lucky day, when he'd come out of the shower.  There she was, bent over his bed, pulling the covers back so nicely.  What a good servant, preparing the bed so he could screw her brains out!  She had turned to him then, surprise showing on her face.  ‘I’m so sorry, Master Nathan, ez just that I…am running late.” He loved when she called him that in her thick French accent.  It made him hard every time.  Even now, as he remembered her moving slowly towards the door, her skirt ‘swishing’ as she shook her round ass, he could feel his pants expand.
‘No problem, Louise, why don’t you stay awhile and have a cocktail with me?”  He didn’t need an excuse to do her.  He could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.  She wouldn’t have dared fight him, but he was in the mood for civility, so, he thought he’d be a gentleman. 
She had smiled; her face even more beautiful as she did so.  “Wi’ Master Nathan, I would like that veery much, but…well I must finish.”
Taking her arm, he brushed against her large breasts and thought he would explode right then.  “It can wait until later.  Come…sit down.”  He had watched her meekly take the drink he offered, sipping it slowly; her eyes never wavering from his.  “You are very beautiful Louise, but I’m sure you know that.”
“Merci!”  She blushed, innocently and glanced at the bed.
Nathan poured himself another drink, and with her back to him, slipped quietly out of his towel.  Swallowing the entire contents, he placed the glass on the bar, and walked to stand behind her.  He knew the moment she felt his hardness against her bottom.  She didn’t fight him, she didn’t even speak.  Like any good woman, she simply unbuttoned her white cotton blouse, and slipped out of her tight black skirt, allowing him full access to remove her lacy underwear and bra in his own sweet time.
Louise was no virgin, not like the bitch he was about to pick up now.  She had known exactly what he needed to forget the horrible events of the day.  There was no crying, or pleading, just a soft moan as she took his full length in her mouth.  Over and over she had brought him to the brink of orgasm, before pulling him back once again.  He was crazed with the need for release, beyond control of thought, when he finally raised her to sit atop him. She rode him then like an animal, digging her nails into his chest, her enormous breasts heaving, and when she screamed in her native tongue, and he felt the tightness of her gripping his manhood, and he could do nothing but allow his seed to spill into the dark depths of her heat.  He slaked his lust on her two times more before the sun had risen that morning.