Adorable Blonde Maid Fucked After Serving Boss His Breakfast

Samantha shyly entered the opulent master suite, balancing a tray laden with a delectable breakfast spread. The tantalizing aroma of fresh pastries and rich coffee wafted through the air. Her crisp white uniform accentuated her perky breasts and shapely rear, the short skirt swishing around her thighs.

The grand four-poster bed groaned slightly as Mr. Thompson shifted, slowly coming to. His dark eyes met hers and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well, well. What do we have here?”

Samantha curtsied, trying to keep her composure. “Good morning, sir. I’ve brought your breakfast.”

“Mmm, it smells exquisite,” Mr. Thompson purred. He slid out of bed, the silk sheets cascading off his muscular torso and toned legs. Samantha’s breath caught in her throat, heater under her uniform.

Mr. Thompson strode over, his confidence exuding with each step. He took the tray, setting it on the bedside table. His fingers brushed hers and she felt a spark of electricity. “My dear, you’ve outdone yourself. I believe you’ve earned a reward.”

Samantha’s heart raced, cheeks flushing. She knew precisely what sort of reward he meant. It had been six months as his personal maid and mistress and he always made sure to pay her back for her devoted service.

Mr. Thompson pressed himself against her, one hand charting a slow path up her leg, under her skirt. Samantha bit her lip to stifle a moan. “I know you’ve been craving my cock, haven’t you, pet? Tell me how badly you want it.”

“I’ve been aching for you, sir,” she breathed, voice quivering with need. Mr. Thompson responded by claiming her mouth in a searing kiss, plundering her lips with an insatiable hunger.

His hands roughly gripped her rear, grinding her hips against his hardening member. He tugged at her uniform buttons, desperate to unwrap his prize. “Before we continue, I need you to beg for my cock,” he growled, eyes darkening with lust.

“Please, take me,” Samantha whimpered. “I need you inside me. Ruin me. Fucking own me.”

Emboldened by her pleas, Mr. Thompson threw her onto the bed, shedding the rest of her uniform with frenzied motions. Samantha lay before him, naked and panting, breasts heaving. He took a moment to admire the stunning view before diving between her thighs.

His tongue delved into her dripping heat, lapping at her folds as a finger pumped steadily in and out of her center. Samantha cried out, head thrashing against the pillow. Mr. Thompson worked her over with expert skill, alternating between thrusting and suckling her sensitive clit.

When he finally withdrew, Samantha was a quivering mess, thighs trembling uncontrollably. Mr. Thompson stood, freeing his massive cock. Samantha bit her lip at the intimidating sight,drool pooling in her mouth. She sat up and took him between her lips, working her tongue along his shaft as she suckled the swollen head.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” Mr. Thompson groaned, fisting her hair. He roughly thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Samantha took him deep, gagging around his length.

After several moments, Mr. Thompson yanked her off his cock, flipping her over. He roughly slapped her rear before gripping her hips and driving into her from behind with one swift motion. Samantha screamed, back arching at the intense intrusion.

“Take it, slut,” Mr. Thompson snarled, pounding her relentlessly. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used as my personal fuck toy?”

“Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” Samantha wailed, pushing back into each forceful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, accompanied by their lust-filled cries.

Mr. Thompson reached forward, gripping Samantha’s hair and pulling her head back as he hammered into her. His other hand came around to roughly palm her bouncing breasts, pinching the hardened nipples. Samantha sobbed with agonizing pleasure, feeling herself rapidly approach her peak.

With a guttural roar, Mr. Thompson slammed into her one final time before erupting, painting her insides with his hot seed. Sekunden later, Samantha’s own climax exploded through her, vision whiting out as her walls contracted around his still throbbing cock.

They remained like that for a few moments, Mr. Thompson’s chest heaving against her back as their racing hearts attempted to recover, Before he finally pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her.

Samantha rolled over, nuzzling into his chest. Mr. Thompson wrapped an arm around her, tracing soothing patterns on her sweat-slicked skin. “You did so well, pet,” he praised gently, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

Samantha sighed contentedly, feeling herself melt from his praise and aftermath of their intense coupling. No matter the circumstances that brought her to this arrangement, Mr. Thompson always made sure she felt cherished in the afterglow.

“Thank you, sir,” she murmured, snuggling closer.

“Sleep,” Mr. Thompson ordered softly, head dipping to nuzzle her hair. “You’ve earned it.”

Samantha didn’t need to be told twice, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion claimed her, succumbing to the peaceful oblivion of slumber in the strong arms of her lover and boss.