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“Polished the dishes? Polish my cock too.” A lewd grin spread across Kowalski’s face as he barked the order at his maidTubeQueen once again. The busty blonde had been serving him for months now, bent over in tiny, sheer dresses that rode up her perfectly rounded ass every time she reached for a saucepan. Kowalski could barely concentrate on properly cleaning his opulent penthouse with such a gorgeous, willing fucktoy swishing about, but the game was half the fun – pretending to be a strict employer while she “accidentally” flashed him again and again.

To say nobody wanted a “perfect maid” more than Kowalski would be an understatement. After all, his company had made him a damn fortune in the polishing business. Dignified sui הראשוןc-winged men’s dress shoes, lights chrome car bumpers, AND sleek e-va anybody lingering doubts about the prominence of Kowalski’s assets.

Sheer disappointment flitted across the maid’s cleavage-revealing navy blue lace teddy when he pointedly ignored her fishnet-clad thighs this time, tucking something behind his trouser leg before shuffling off out of view. Kowalski grinned. She thought she was being crafty, secretly “accidentally” plucking cotton swabs right out of his drawers every chance she got. The blonde vixen clearly excelled at her covert miniature-dildo-gathering trade. stages didn’t matter much anyway – every time she sashayed by his side, he felt a stirring.

“Maid!” Kowalski called out again. “Come here!” Obedient as a puppy, little pawed over, emerging once again in her scandalously skimpy dominatrix-style uniform. Her inquisitive blue eyes darted to the clock, curious why her stern owner was already summoning her mere minutes after dispatch; he usually enjoyed pounding her a good (hard) eight hours. But before Kowalski’s tiny mind could process, his enormous cock was out, vertical, erect, and pointed right at her.

“Maid, I’m displeased with your cleaning,” he fibbed, fighting back a grin. “I’ve decided your (desperately needed) punishment will be to demonstrate once again that you are truly dedicated to keeping every last inch of me…well-oiled and gleaming!” Kowalski’s ruse accomplished its intent: a gasp escaped the maid’s cupcake-luscious lips. Which was just fine. Gasping, panting, squealing – all just more deliciuos sonic cues to memorably accompany his pile-driving thrusts.

Blushing, the maid fumbled out a surprisingly poised response. “Sir, I’m afraid I misheard your order just then, as it was rather garbled! ( Mental effort, he was already moments away from a climax.) A groan of frustration finally spilled out from Kowalski as he flexed his limbs, caveman-style, and expressed his need for more. Fists together, he made a thrusting motion into the air: more thrusting, or possibly less talking, or maybe even more cleaning.

Delightedly, when Pawel took one look at Kowalski’s enormous, throbbing manhood, her resistance melted away entirely. Hands trembling slightly, the buxom blonde untied her apron ties and dropped it to the floor, revealing her ample cleavage barely contained in a lacy black bra. The gorgeous girl slid one slender hand down the front of her panties and shuddered, then sighed, shuddering again. Evidently satisfied, she projected her horny disappointment: “Oh!!” She didn’t follow up.

For a moment, it looked like the hot maid had convinced the boss her hair-breadth escape was fully convincing. Good enough. He spun on his heel, giving his teenage butler a pat on the rump as he went by. Pawel’s face flushed a brilliant scarlet, but the boy said nothing, hastily averting his eyes as Kowalski’s huge silk bathrobe swished past his own small, rumpled form. Through the sheer fabric, Kowalski’s erect penis was clearly visible, bobbing as he walked over to the bed.

As the desperate cockbunny staggered over to the opulent four-poster, her eyes flicked down to where the houseowner’s 17-inch limp dong was concealed beneath his towel. Her hand drifted idly towards the moistened patch of his towel, giving a few light caresses to that broad, hard head that jutted out like a large round doughnut. Kowalski grunted and entered the window with a small groan.

“Finally,” he pushed his (deflated) bulge into her cleavage space. Of course, ‘finally’ implied he’d waited for this moment, which was laughable but true. The clinging black dress made no mystery of his intentions as his hips began to thrust. The maid made a small whimper and ground her plump bottom into Kowalski’s crotch.

“Oh!!” Wailing Mn Doh!! Kowalski thrust upwards, crushing her magnetized body under his bulge, pounding her wailing pussy against that throbbing erection coming towards her back-side. “I’m coming!” The friction combined with his rough movement was too much for him. Everent and his hips threw his load a centimeter toward her wailing face with a whoop of satisfaction.

Slowly, the sweaty, polluted encounter sputtered and died. The blonde maid crawled from beneath him, discovering she was panting softly, face flushed and glazed with sweat. Her eyes strayed back to where Kowalski lay prone on the bed, his huge flaccid member making a damp spot on the satin sheets. She licked her lips.

Kowalski sat bolt upright, staring at the mess he’d made of his young playmates. And he thrust his rapidly stiffening member again towards the exhausted maid. Again.

From behind her tipped bag, the girl batted her foolish lashes flirtatiously. “Oh, sir! That mess will never do!” she announced brightly. “Clearly, as your new maid, I’m in charge of polishing ALL of your special belongings. May I?” She produced a small bottle of glittery baby oil.

Kowalski swelled. This was getting good. “If you must,” the caveman replied, Feigning disdain. “But mind the floors – there’s already quite the puddle.”

The girl sauntered over, poured oil onto her palms (and, predictably, all over the hair rug) then began to rub, slowly and purposefully, along the huge shaft rising from his groin. “There now – I’ll have you all gleaming and presentable in no time!”

She wasn’t wrong. In moments, his whole shaft was slick and shiny, glowing with an almost unnatural sheen in the light. “Mmmm,” Kowalski drooled approvingly, enjoying both the feel and the view. The girl’s oil-slick hands gliding over his throbbing cock was masturbation at its finest.

Kowalski groaned with lust, gripping the girl’s silk-tissued body in his strong hands as he mouth-mated her. Her mouth tasted like heaven as he forced his tongue deep, his tongue piercing and fangs scraping over her delicate skin. Hands roaming, he gasped for air as he journeyed to her honey pot, his strong fingers peeling the flimsy triangle of her thong aside. Dipping into her dripping wetness, he groaned again.

Milk, fine wine, warm bread, he had known all of these fine palates of earth. But this, this flowery perfume that wafted from her sex, this divine elixir, presently coating his stubby fingers as he explored her trench, he had never known the like. The feeling of her tongue, velvet against his, was dizzying, doing mental gymnastics as she corkscrewed, rolled, and sucked. His very soul quivered with want, with need. He heard a faint moan, his own, and marveled at how good she made him feel. No restraint now, he ripped open her bodice with a rake of his claws, freeing divine, perfect mounds, and latched onto a nipple.

Her back arched, making them shine, rose droplets in the silvery moss of her hair. Her scarlet gasped in his ears, toothy and growling. He shoved her down hard onto the bed, mashing his bulk against her flyweight, his muscles hanging off the edge in bulges. Lifting her heels to his shoulders, his hips rose and churned. He stared into her cow eyes as she drooled and whined, looking for comfort. His cock entered her, and then that spot he’d aimed for, shoved deep and touched it and made her screech. Over and over and over until she howled.

He pumped her full of himself, crying out in primal sound, her honey-slick muscles wringing him. Something primal answered inside him and he bellowed, his cock and balls exploding with blissful heat. Separation was a distant memory deep inside her, lost in bliss.

It wasn’t until many panting, shaky moments later that Kowalski and his butler both noticed they were no longer alone. A petite blonde maid stood in the doorway, her eyes wide and lips parted in shock as she gaped at the debauched scene before her – her boss, the notorious millionaire playboy, wrapped around the body of his teenage male servant in a post-coital embrace, both still naked.

Kowalski’s eyes narrowed, a lazy smiled spreading across his face. “Ah, our new maid,” he purred. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” The busty blonde, her uniform barely concealing her assets, blushed furiously under his gaze. “I…I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to…to interrupt,” she stammered -though her gaze kept flicking downward to the massive erection still jutting out from between Kowalski’s muscled thighs.

Pawel, meanwhile, had the good sense to look utterly mortified. “I’m s-so sorry,” he blubbered, scrambling to cover his own private parts with the bedsheets. But Kowalski just waved him off dismissively, far more interested in his new maid’s reaction to their encounter.

Still smirking, he gave his cock a pronounced stroke, eyeing the maid up and down like a predator considering his next meal. “Don’t be silly,” he said silkily. “In fact, why don’t you come join us? I’m sure we can all find a way to occupy ourselves pleasurably until your shift is over…”

The maid’s eyes widened, her blush deepening to a scarlet hue. For a moment it seemed she might actually flee – but then she hesitantly stepped closer, ready to take up Kowalski’s unspoken invitation.

“It looks as if your cock could use another thorough polishing,” she said shyly, not meeting Kowalski’s penetrating gaze. “And…” she paused, biting her lower lip. “Sir… After watching you with your servant… I have to admit I’m feeling rather in the mood for some thorough polishing of my own…”

Kowalski’s grin widened. “Then come here, little vixen,” he beckoned her with a crooked finger. “Let’s see just how good you are at slurping up equipment.”