Fuck me right now! – Risky sex while the maid cleans Creampie

The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Sasha, the nubile young maid, arrived at the lavish mansion for her daily chores. Little did she know, her routine of dusting and tidying would take a sinful turn with Mr. Hunt, her dashing employer.

As Sasha bent over to polish the antique credenza, her short pleated skirt rode up, exposing her pert rear barely concealed by lacy panties. The sound of footsteps caught her off guard. She spun around, cheek still pressed against the cool mahogany, to find Mr. Hunt eyeing her hungrily. His eyes smoldered with lust as they traced her curves, settling on the tender flesh peeking out from beneath her hem.

“Mr. Hunt!” Sasha gasped, face flushing crimson. “You startled me.”

“I apologize,” he purred, taking a step closer. “I couldn’t help but notice such a delightful sight first thing in the morning.”

Sasha swallowed hard, pulse quickening as she felt the heat of his gaze. Her nipples pearled beneath her prim maid uniform, arousal already dampening her panties.

“Perhaps you’d like to move things along a bit more efficiently around here?” Mr. Hunt suggested silkily, reaching out to trail a finger along her jawline and down her neck.

Sasha shivered, heart hammering against her ribs. “Efficiently… how so, Sir?”

A wicked grin spread across his lips. In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her against his solid chest. “I think we both know exactly what I mean.”

Then his mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss. Sasha moaned, melting into him as his tongue delved deep, tasting her sweetness. Large hands roamed her body possessively, kneading her generous breasts and squeezing her ass.

“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you,” Mr. Hunt rasped against her lips. “Bend over that credenza and drop your skirt. Now.”

His commanding tone sent liquid heat throbbing between Sasha’s thighs. She obeyed eagerly, hitching up her skirt and slowly bending at the waist, presenting her most intimate area to him. Her panties were drenched, the gusset transparent with arousal.

“Fuck, look at that sopping wet cunt,” Mr. Hunt growled with approval. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, my naughty little maid?” He caressed herbare bottom before delivering a sharp spank that made Sasha yelp and clench.

“Yes, Sir!” she whimpered needily. “Please, I ache for you…”

Mr. Hunt made quick work of his pants, freeing his huge, throbbing erection. He rubbed the swollen head through her slick folds, coating himself in her essence and making Sasha writhe with need. Then with one swift, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her tight, clenching heat.

“Unnngghhh yesss!” Sasha cried out, back arching at the sudden, intense fullness spreading her open. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around him greedily.

“God, your cunt feels incredible,” Mr. Hunt groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he started to move. He pounded into her relentlessly, each long, hard stroke hitting deep and making Sasha’s tits jiggle. The obscene slap of skin on skin mingled with her wanton moans.

“Yes, fuck me harder!” Sasha begged mindlessly, lost to the raw pleasure. “Oh god, Sir! I’m gonna cuuuum!”

Mr. Hunt leaned over her reciting filth into her ear. “That’s it, cum all over my fat cock like a good little slut. Milk it with that tight cunt until I fill you up with my hot fucking load. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yesyesyes!” Sasha babbled, spasming wildly. The coil of ecstasy wound tighter and tighter before snapping. Agony and rapture exploded through her as she came harder than ever before, gushing and squirting all over Mr. Hunt’s pistoning cock and creaming the floor.

“Aargh! Here it comes!” Mr. Hunt roared as Sasha’s fluttering walls wrung the orgasm from him. He slammed in balls-deep and exploded, pumping jets of thick, hot cum deep inside Sasha’s still-quivering channel.

They collapsed against the credenza, chests heaving and mixed fluids leaking out of Sasha’s red, swollen folds. Mr. Hunt gathered her in his arms and nibbled her neck possessively.

“Mmm, such a dutiful maid. Perhaps this little arrangement could become a daily occurrence. I certainly hope so…” He winked salaciously.

Sasha beamed up at him, snuggling into his chest. “I’d love nothing more, Sir. I’m yours to use as you please, for as long as you please.”

Smiling darkly, Mr. Hunt’s hands roamed her body again. “Excellent. Now, be a good girl and wet my cock again with that pretty mouth. I’m nowhere near finished with you yet…”

And so, Sasha sank to her knees and took Mr. Hunt into her mouth, happy to oblige. It was going to be a very long, pleasurable day indeed.