Horny French maid with perfect natural-tits has multiple orgasms

The sultry French maid, Chantal, swayed her round, shapely bottom as she cleaned the grand mansion of a wealthy, elderly bachelor. Her tight, white French maid outfit left little to the imagination, the top straining against her massive, natural breasts. Each movement she made caused them to jiggle and threaten to spill out.

Chantal was more distracted by fantasies of Mr. Worthington’s impossibly large bank account than the dust bunnies under his bed. As she wiggled a feather duster between his rustic, wooden slats, she noticed the door creak open. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Mr. Worthington enter, his eyes glued to her heaving cleavage.

“Can I help you, M’sieur?” she asked, batting her long lashes innocently.

“Just admiring the fine…work you’re putting in,” he replied, his voice laced with innuendo.

Chantal smiled, standing at her full statuesque height. “I take my job seriously, M’sieur. I want to make sure you are…completely satisfied.”

Crossing the room in two strides, Mr. Worthington grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him. “Oh, I have no doubt you’ll satisfy me, ma cherie.”

Electricity zinged through Chantal as his giant bulge throbbed against her stomach. Wrapping her arms around his neck, the busty maid ground against him, her pebbled nipples poking through the thin fabric.

Growling, Mr. Worthington took control, his hands roaming her curves. He groped her plush breasts, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers. “If I’d known I was gonna get a taste of these big, fat tits, I’d have hired a maid years ago,” he rasped.

Chantal moaned into his mouth, their tongues beginning a passionate dance. She fumbled with his belt, unbuttoning his pants as she pressed sloppy kisses along his jaw. “I want to feel your huge cock throbbing between my tits, M’sieur. Squirt your hot cum all over my slutty French maid uniform.”

Mr. Worthington nearly lost it at her words. Wasting no time, he yanked down her top, freeing her enormous, natural breasts. Groping them, he couldn’t believe their size and weight. “Fuck, I’d love to get lost in these babies,” he groaned, squeezing the soft flesh.

Taking him by the hand, Chantal led him to the edge of the bed. Dropping to her knees, she gazed up at him angelically. Her small, pouty mouth looked perfect wrapped around his cock. Mr. Worthington let out a guttural moan as she flicked her pink tongue over his engorged head.

“Mmmm, you taste so good,” she purred, licking him up and down. She wrapped her lips around his thick shaft, suckling like a greedy baby. Her plush lips stretched obscenely around him as she took him down her slutty throat.

Winding her hair around his fist, Mr. Worthington thrust into the hot pulp of her mouth. Wet slurping noises filled the room as she sucked him off with gusto. Hollowing her cheeks, she hollowed her cheeks and bobbed faster along his pulsing heat.

“Jesus, slow down before you make me cum!” Mr. Worthington groaned, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

Popping off him with a lewd slurp, Chantal said, “Don’t you dare cum before you fuck my perfect tits, M’sieur.”

She laid back on the bed, presenting her huge jugs. Their thick skin stretched taut over her puckered areolas. Mr. Worthington wasted no time sliding his massive cock between her pillowy fruits, padding his way to ecstasy. As he thrust between them, Chantal worried her stiff nipples between her fingers.

“Fuck yeah, tit-fuck me like my life depends on it,” she cried, jiggling her breasts around his jutting shaft. She opened her mouth as if begging to swallow his load.

With a shout, Mr. Worthington erupted all over her chin and chest, his hot seed spurting over and over again. Chantal moaned and writhed, putting on a show. “Don’t stop cumming on me! It feels so good!” she squealed, juggling her heavy tits.

His orgasm winding down, Mr. Worthington pulled her to the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he spread her legs, revealing her glistening sex. The crotch of her lacy panties was soaked. “Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he said, running a finger along her wet slit.

Inserting his digits, he curled them, stroking her g-spot. Chantal cried out, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts. As he fingered her, he pulled her panties aside. Her swollen clit peeked out of its hood, begging for attention. Mr. Worthington flicked her stiff bud, his fingers sluicing her nectar.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop!” Chantal panted, her head thrashing side to side. One hand flew to her bouncing chest, tweaking and tugging at her nipples. Her legs splaying obscenely wide, she exposed her pink, puffy lips. Wetness flooded down her thighs.

“I’m gonna cum!” she shrieked, bucking and shaking against Mr. Worthington’s mouth. Screaming, her polite French diva facade crumbled into hedonistic pleasure. She back arched as release rushed through her, spasming and gushing around his probing fingers.

As the maid came down from her high, Mr. Worthington gave her a triumphant smile. “Anytime you want to become my live-in maid, just say the word,” he told her, offering a hand to help her sit up.

Still woozy from her explosive climax, Chantal giggled. Her quim throbbed with delight. As he assisted her onto unsteady legs, she noticed his member was still rigid, veins pulsing along its length.

“You’re insatiable!” she laughed, wrapping her lips around his cock once more. She stroked his thick shaft, determined to get him off once again. Even though she’d had multiple orgasms, her desire to taste his seed again on her tongue won out. She wanted to be covered with his release, marked as his personal property.

Choking around his girth, Chantal took him deep again and again, eager to deliver her next performance. As her ego-inflammatory lips glided around his veiny flesh, she knew she’d be spending much more time at Mr. Worthington’s mansion. Her tits and tight quim jiggled with excitement at the prospect of lavish tipping in thanks for her efficient cleaning methods.