French maid Aletta Ocean plays sex doll for her boss

The raven-haired beauty sashayed into the lavish study, her peaks barely concealed beneath the frilly lace of her French maid uniform. The sheer fabric hugged her curves like a lover’s caress, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her ample bosom threatened to spill forth from the neckline with each sway of her hips.

“Good evening, Mr. Blackwell,” she purred, her ample ass jiggling with each step. “I’ve drawn your bath and pressed your evening wear, just as you requested.”

She bent at the waist to pick up a speck of lint from the plush Persian rug, providing an unobstructed view of her deep cleavage and the tantalizing glimpse of her pert nipples straining against the delicate lace.

Mr. Blackwell reclined in his leather armchair, his steely gaze following her every move. “Excellent, Aletta. You’re a most attentive maid. Come here, I have a special task for you.”

She approached him, her hips swaying seductively. “Of course, anything for you, sir.”

He patted his knee, indicating she should take a seat. “Undress for me, slowly. Let me marvel at your delectable curves.”

A mischievous grin played at the corners of her full lips. “As you wish, Mr. Blackwell.”

With deliberate slowness, she peeled off the skimpy maid outfit, revealing her magnificent body inch by tantalizing inch. Her fake tits bounced free, defying gravity with their perfect roundness. The tight lace G-string emphasized her plump pussy lips and the thin strap hugged the apex of her ass cheeks, putting her big boobs and tight holes on display proudly.

She draped the costume over the back of the chair and sashayed back to him, standing between his spread legs. “Is this what you wanted, Mr. Blackwell? To see your maid unclothed and at your disposal?”

He reached out to grab her hips, pulling her close. “Indeed, pet. I have fantasized about this moment.”

His other hand reached up to grope her hefty bosom, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He pinched her nipple savagely, eliciting a gasp from her lush lips. The sharp pain sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

“Suck me,” he growled, unzipping his slacks to unleash his massive cock. It sprang forth, thick and veiny, the engorged head glistening with pre-cum.

She sank to her knees before him, her pillowy tits grazing his thighs as she positioned herself. Wrapping her hand around the base, she marveled at his impressive girth. Leaning forward, she lapped at the leaking tip, savoring the salty essence of his excitement.

Rolling her tongue around the crown, she worked her way down the thick shaft, taking inch after inch into her hot little mouth. She deep throated him skillfully, burying her nose in his pubic hair as she swallowed around his throbbing cock.

“Mmmm,” she purred, sending delicious vibrations through his massive member. Her full lips formed a perfect O as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking greedily.

Reaching up, she fondled his heavy balls, rolling them in her hand as she worshipped his manhood with her mouth. She could feel him twitching, his climax building.

Abruptly, he pulled her off by the hair, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Enough foreplay, pet. I want to fuck your naughty maid holes until you can’t walk straight.”

Flipping her over his knee, he delivered a sharp smack to her naked ass, relishing the way it jiggled under the force of his palm. He diddled her tight asshole with his fingers, preparing her for the fleshy battering ram about to invade her.

Without warning, he plunged his enormous cock into her asshole, grunting as her incredibly tight passage squeezed his shaft like a velvet vice. He pumped into her roughly, each forceful thrust stretching her wide and making her gasp.

“Fuck! Your ass feels incredible, Aletta. So tight and hot for my cock,” he groaned, pistoning into her rear entrance mercilessly.

She moaned wantonly, pushing her hips back to meet his brutal fucking. Her tits heaved with each thrust, the friction of the chair rubbing her clit almost painfully.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she glanced at him coyly. “I’m just a simple maid who wants to be used, Mr. Blackwell. Use me however you wish. Ruin my holes and make me your cocksleeve.”

Her words enflamed his lust. Grabbing her hips, he pounding into her arse like a man possessed. The wet squelching sounds of his cock slamming her asshole filled the room, punctuated by her desperate moans.

“Yes! Fuck my ass! Harder!” she cried, feeling her orgasm building rapidly.

He reached down to frantically rub her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. Her walls clenched around him, rippling along his shaft as she came undone.

Her pussy gushed, clear juices streaming down her thighs as she shook with the intensity of her climax. He fucked her hard through it, prolonging her pleasure and chasing his own release.

With a primal roar, he buried himself to the hilt in her spasming ass and began to unload. Thick ropes of cum painted her inner walls, his cock pulsing as he filled her to the brim.

Panting, he collapsed against the back of the chair, the maid draped over his lap. Her ass still impaled on his softening cock, a testament to their passionate coupling.

“Exceptional, pet. Your ass is phenomenal,” he panted, giving her pert cheek a loving pat. “You truly are the perfect maid.”

She smirked coyly over her shoulder. “Oh, I hope you’re not too tired, sir. I need to polish your massive cock before dusting the rest of the manor.”