The Filipino Maid

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I drove the 36" wide mower up the ramp on onto the trailer attached to the back of my pickup truck. I cut the engine and wiped the sweat from my face with a clean rag. I couldn't remember when it was so damned hot. I tipped my hat back on my head and took the pruning sheers and weed wacker out of the back. I still had at least another hour of work before I was done here, and I was out of water. Fifteen minutes later, I'd had it. I went to the back door of the main house and rang the bell. I'd seen servants around the house before and only hoped that someone was home today.

The door opened; I felt the cool rush of air conditioning blast my face, chest, and legs. The breeze was soothing and I hoped that I would be invited in while someone got me a glass of water. It was the young Filipino woman with mocha skin who answered the door that made me hot again. She was slender, but filled out her fitted uniform in all the right places. She had deep brown almond-shaped eyes and wore the slighted bit of makeup. Her shoes were sensible and black; her skirt was much shorter than was practical. Her smile was bright and wide and inviting.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"I'm Curt, the lawn guy, and I was hoping that you might be able to get me a glass of water. It's hot out here." I could barely control my cock; my dirty mind raced. I imagined getting her alone in the cabana, bending her over the back of a chaise lounge and fucking her sweet, dark pussy from behind.
"Come in," she said as she opened the door.
Despite the frosty inside of the house, my cock was pushing hard against my cutoffs. All of a sudden, going commando didn't seem like such a great idea; my cock threatened to pop out the shortened leg when I reached into my pocket and grabbed my stiff shaft.
"Please wait here. I'll get you a glass of ice water. Would you like a slice of lemon?"
"Sure."

The maid smiled, turned and walked away. Each step she took, each wiggle of her ass, made the blood pound in my head. I looked down and saw the grass clippings and dust stuck to my sweaty skin and hair. Damned. If only I wasn't so grimy, but maybe I can get her number before I leave.

The dry, air-conditioned air made my nipples small and hard, but my cock was hot and raging in my shorts. Alone, my dirty little fantasies hijacked my mind and made me hard. I wondered what it would be like to take her bent over the pool table that I was sure they had downstairs. Even better, what would it be like if she sucked me then rode me on top of the pool table.

She came back, walking down the hallway with a glass of ice water with a slice of lemon. As she got close, she dropped the napkin that was under the glass on the floor, but didn't seem to notice. I took the tall glass with a smile and a thank you. I drank; she watched. When I was about half done I told her, "You dropped a napkin on the floor," and pointed behind her. She turned around, took two steps and bent over at the waist to retrieve the napkin. I couldn't believe my luck or my eyes. I saw garter straps attached to the top of her stockings and flash of her ass. What I didn't see was underwear. I swallowed hard and my cock sprung to life, peeking out from the bottom of my shorts.

She turned around with the napkin in her hand; there was nothing I could do about my cock without being obvious, so I drank some water.
"Thank you," she said holding up the napkin but looking at my crotch.
"No, thank you," I replied holding up the water but thinking about her taut, sweet ass.
The maid looked at me. She batted her eyes and asked, "Do you really have so much more to do?" She took a step forward and slowly reached for my crotch. She took my cockhead in the palm of her hand then ran her nails up the underside of my hardened shaft until she reached my balls. I inhaled sharply. Oh it felt good.
"No, about an hour's worth."
"Care to wash up a little and take a break?"
I placed the glass on the table, put my hands on her hips, and kissed her. She tasted sweet like honey; her straight silky hair smelled faintly of lilacs. The maid returned my kiss gently and passionately.
"What kind of break?"
"I was thinking perhaps a blowjob break; I could really use one of those, plus your dick looks so ready. Maybe later we can have a fuck break too. What do you think? Interested?"
"Ain't no doubt about that, Darlin'. Where's the washroom?"

I followed the maid's twitching ass from the back door, through the house to a luxurious bathroom with a large shower enclosed by frosted glass.
"Why don't you just put your dirty things in this towel and take a shower?"
I stripped and did as I was told. I watched her as she watched me peel off my shorts and have my dick spring free already erect. The maid left the bathroom and I took a refreshing shower, watching the dirt and grass clippings wash off my body. As I was rinsing off, the shower door opened and in stepped the naked maid. Her body could only be described as succulent. Her waist was narrow, but she had big tits and wide hips with a flat belly. Her mocha skin was evenly colored all over but for her large chocolate nipples. Her pussy was unshaven but when I touched it, it was soft and silky like the hair on her head.

As I touched her pussy, she let out a soft moan. I stroked her pussy again, but this time more firmly; her moan was louder. I cupped her pussy in my hand and began massaging her wetness. She grabbed on to my shoulder and rocked her hips while I rubbed her. Suddenly, she trembled from head to toe, let out a short sharp yell, then dropped into a squat. She put one hand on my ass and the other on my balls then began sucking and licking my cockhead. Water ran down the back of her head and I eased her face closer so she could get more of my cock in her sweet mouth. Her tongue was warm magic velvet and she knew how to use it. She licked hard and soft the flesh under the rim of my bulging cockhead. She ran her hands over my thighs and ass as she enthusiastically sucked. She hit all the right spots to get me hard and ready to cum. My knees wobbled; she was relentless, and I loved it. She sucked and licked and stroked me harder and faster once she sensed that I was getting ready to shoot my wad. My whole body stopped and shivered as I delivered my hot cum load into the back of her throat. She couldn't get enough; she moaned as she sucked harder, pulling every drop of semen from my shaft.

When she was done sucking, she stood up, turned around, and soaped her ass crack with thick liquid soap. Reaching between her legs she grabbed my cock and nestled it between her muscular butt cheeks. With her hand trapping my dick in the groove, she moved her ass up and down as she flexed her butt. "Oh, yeah that makes me hot," she said. I grunted and didn't argue. After the blowjob she just gave me, I would let her do about anything. If she wanted her butt cheeks fucked, then that's what I'd do.

"You're so nice baby, such a big, thick cock. It makes it all that much more fun to fuck." She slid her ass up and down my dick a few more times then looked over her shoulder.
"I need you in my ass baby, is that okay? Would you mind fucking my ass? I haven't had a good ass fucking in a long time."
I went from mahogany hard to diamond hard in a heartbeat. Did I want to fuck her ass? Does an Englishman like tea? Holy crap! I could hardly believe my ears!
"What's the matter," she asked. "You don't want to fuck my ass?"
"Oh, yeah, baby, I want to fuck your hot tight ass."
The maid smiled. "Good." She washed the soap off and spread hair conditioner all over my cock and her asshole. "Warm me up with your fingers, huh baby?"
I complied. I took my middle finger, coated it with conditioner, and massaged her asshole. The maid moaned the whole time, so I slipped it inside. At first I only went as far as my first knuckle, but then she pushed her ass into my hand so that I was in up to my middle knuckle. Slowly, I wiggled my finger and withdrew almost all the way before going back in again. The maid moaned and groaned with every stroke.
"Stop teasing me. I want your cock in my ass now," she said looking over her shoulder.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I spread the conditioner on my cockhead and gently pressed against her dark brown, puckered asshole. I felt her relax and practically suck my cock into her ass.
"Oh baby! You're sooooo big inside of me. Be gentle, go slow."
I grabbed her by the hips and slowly pushed my cock into her ass. I pushed an inch or so, came back a little then pushed more until I was buried to my balls in her ass. She was tighter than any pussy I had ever fucked. It was hot and slick and tight around the base of my cock, as if her ass was trying to milk me of my cum.

I started pumping; I couldn't help it. As I pumped my cock in and out of her ass, the maid moaned louder and louder. Her moans were like cheers, egging me on, pleading for more. The more she moaned, the harder I fucked. The harder I fucked her tight ass, the more she moaned. I reached around with one hand and began massaging her clit and she went wild. Her little moans came fast and hard; my grunts came fast and hard as I picked up the speed of my fucking. Suddenly I felt her body stiffen with orgasm. Three strokes later, I joined her, shooting hot cum into her ass.

Slowly, I withdrew my fading hard-on until I pulled out with a little pop. Quickly, she turned around and washed my cock.
"When's the next time the lawn has to be cut?" she asked.