Midnight Rendezvous

As the made attacked the wet spot on the sofa, I watched her round ass sway back and forth. Her wet pussy lips were on full display. My cock responded growing to full erection. It was still wet from the washcloth. So, when I reached down to slowly stroke it there was a bit of glide from the water.

I must have grunted or something, because the maid turned her head and stared right at my cock. "Oh, no, he's not done."

"What did you expect, with your ass in the air and your pussy dripping wet?"

She wiggled her ass and watched my cock. Yup, the movement was tantalizing and my cock throbed in response.

"I..." She started to speak but was mesmerized by my cock. Her hips started gyrating in time with my hand.

Her movements weren't lost on me. I started gyrating my hips thinking about how wonderfully warm and wet her pussy would feel.

She half whispered, "I can't believe you're hard again, so fast."

Without thinking, I just blurted out what was on my mind. "You're so wet. It would feel so good to fuck you right now."

Her hips rotated up as if inviting me in. And if that wasn't enough, she slid her hand between her thighs and spread her lips with her fingers. She started masturbating, closing and opening her fingers, manipulating the lips of her vagina. Within moments, her fingers were soaked and her hips started to shudder.

I slowly fell to my knees. As I fell to the floor, the maid spread her heels putting one foot on either side of me. There I was, kneeling before the alter, my fist stroking my cock. The head only inches from being buried inside.

The maid laid her head on the sofa but kept her face toward me so she could watch my agony. My cock throbbed. Her pussy glistened. Her hips gyrated. I groaned.

She started to move her hips side to side. I didn't realize it at first, but she was sliding her knees back with each shift. Moments later, the tip of my cock was no longer inches away, but rubbing little circles on the inside of her vaginal lips. As my fist slid to the end of my cock, I could feel her wet pussy. That was it. I had no control at this point.

I let go of my cock, grabbed her hips with both hands, and slid my cock inside. I called out. So did she, as she pressed her hips into mine, making sure my cock was buried up to the hilt. I began to shudder, overwhelmed by the sensation of her cunt. For a moment, I thought I was going to cum right there, one thrust and it was over. But this was just my body coming to terms with all the sensations.

When I finally came back to the present, I could feel her finger wiggling against her clit. Her hips were wiggling back and forth, not enough to get me to slid to my full length, but enough to bring sensations to my cock. I joined in the fray, rocking my hips forward and back, sliding in and out, letting the length of my cock revel in the juices.

Before long, her head dropped from the sofa to the floor, pressing her butt even further in the air. I ran a hand along her smooth back. I felt my balls slapping against her fingers, which were still furiously jiggling her clit.

"Oh fuck," she screamed, "I'm cumming." Suddenly, my crotch was covered in juices. She was spraying stream after stream soaking my public hair, my thighs, the floor.

I kept pounding. I felt close to cumming myself, but somehow was able to hold off.

When the gushing stopped, the maid collapsed. Her knees gave way and she slid to the floor. I wasn't thinking or I would have followed her. Instead, I just let her slide off cock, her hips sliding through my fingers.

I knelt there, between her legs, dazed but still very hard.

She turned and said, "You're still not done, are you? I would have thought my cumming would send you over the edge, but..." staring at my cock, "he wants more."

"I, uh..." unsure what to say. This certainly wasn't part of the job description, but definitely excellent service.

In one deft move, she rolled over and spread herself before me. "Come, lay on me."

"You don't mind?"

She laughed, "I think we're beyond that, don't you?" She wiggled her fingers inviting me to her chest. "I haven't been fucked like that in a long while and if you've still got fuel left in the tank, I'd like to feel some of that inside."

I fell forward, bracing myself with a hand on each side of her ribs, my arms straight. My cock fell into the perfect position, the head ready to slide in. All I needed to do was shift my hips.

The maid wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed my butt. The pushed my hips forward and inside my cock.

I started off slow. I was still horny and eager to cum but also wanting to let this last awhile. Our eyes locked as I rocked my hips forward and back. I could feel my chest pressing against her breasts. Not wanting to cut off her air, I held myself up, letting my hips provide the motion.

The pace increased. I wanted to go fast and her hips wiggling back and forth told me she wanted me to go faster, too. Soon, we were humping like rabbits, my hips thrusting forward as fast as I could. My cock was throbbing and so was her cunt. It felt like she was sucking on my member with her vagina, slick, wet, and eager.

Eventually, she closed her eyes and lifted her head back, arching into me. Then, with a sudden jerk, she rocked her hips up pushing me even deeper than I'd been before. She undulated her hips in time with my thrusts. Her vagina began to shudder and he moaned.

That was the final straw. I started to cum! I grunted as my arms gave way. My face buried between her breast, but I kept thrusting, kept cumming. On the third or fourth load, I felt her flooding the floor again. Her body spasmed out of control. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She cried.

My arms were spent. I lay on top of the maid, breathing in the musky smell of the skin between her breasts, as my cock continued to throb. It was as if my entire body was trying to come out through my penis. My stomach clinched, my legs tightened, and my back curled to try and push my cock even deeper. I exhaled one last breath.

Moments later I felt her shudder beneath me. I lifted my head and shifted to the side slightly to allow her to breathe. She kept her arms wrapped around my shoulders, not letting me slide too far.

The maid looked down at me and smiled. "I love this job."

"You do good work."

She laughed. "You did most of the work. I just laid there."

"That is so not true. I felt that thing you did with your hips."

She blushed, "Sorry, it's just..."

"What?"

"Your cock felt so good. I wanted to feel more of it."

"You certainly felt it today."

"Yeah, and I'm going to need to get a steam cleaner and clean up my mess."

I looked down between our legs as my cock slowly slid out and fell limp to my thigh. "I'll help. I can run to the store and rent one. That'll give you a chance to shower."

She propped herself up on her elbows. "You don't want to join me? In the shower?"

"Oh, I do! But perhaps next time." I reached down and lifted the very limp head of my dick. "I don't think he's up for another round just yet."

"Yeah, and as much fun as this has been, I do have another house to clean this afternoon. So..."

"Yeah!" I rolled off all the way, stood up, and then offered her a hand.

After she rose to her feet, she pressed her chest against mine and gave me a kiss on the nose. I really enjoyed having a maid do the house work.