Chapter Three: The Maid
Note: Please Chapters One and Two before reading this chapter to gain insight as to what led up to upcoming events.
The poor maid walked into the room only to find two people stirring about inside.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” the young, black haired Latina apologized as she tried to step backward out of the room.
“Hey, don’t go!” Federico called out as he jumped out of the bed. “Look, we’ll be going out soon so don’t leave. It’ll only take a few minutes so you can start cleaning,” he stood in front of the young woman forgetting he was buck naked.
“Uh, I, uh,” her eyes darted back and forth between his face and his semi-hard cock. “I, us, suppose it’d be okay.”
Federico glanced down and finally realized he was not wearing anything. Being a male stripper he was not the least embarrassed but he knew the maid was.
“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled. “Forgot we’re not dressed.”
He walked over to the bed, grabbed the robe lying on top of it and put it on. Meanwhile I had gotten up and gone into the bathroom to ready myself for the day. I rarely wore makeup and was not one who took hours to get ready so I was in and out in less than fifteen minutes. Federico on the other hand was another story.
The minute he saw me dressed in my bra and panty he wanted to have some fun in the bathroom. I kept reminding about the maid and also told him I was hungry. He was persistent and eventually I succumbed to him.
I leaned forward with my hands firmly planted upon the marble counter top in the bathroom. My bra and panty lay on the floor where he tossed them. In the mirror were our reflections. He stood behind me, holding onto my waist, slowly, methodically pumping his cock in and out of my wet, accepting pussy. My tits swayed to and fro and my nipples were hard from the heated passion.
“Ugh, oh yes,” I cooed. “Mmm, fuck me! Harder Rico! Harder!”
Grunting heavily he pounded his cock into me, slamming so hard I fell upon my forearms as my tits mashed against the cold stone. He continued pounding heavily and I met his every thrust by pushing back as much as I could. Our bodies slapped loudly and our cries and moans grew louder. I was certain the maid could hear us through the crack of the slightly opened bathroom door. For some reason, this made me hotter and wetter and I wanted more; I wanted her to see him fucking me, pounding his luscious hard cock into my hot, wet pussy.
“Oh yeah, fuck my pussy! Uh huh; that’s it! Right there! Fuck me!!!”
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the bathroom door open slowly, a little at a time and I could see the maid peeking in. Her top was unbuttoned; one of her hands was inside of her uniform rubbing, caressing her one of her tits. Her other hand was buried deep under her skirt between her legs. I could tell she was getting off watching us fuck.
‘She’s watching us,” I whispered.
