The servant's quarters

Passing the first floor, she continues down the stairs to the basement. You just keep following her. She leads you into a room with a bed, a desk, a couch, a over-stuffed chair, and a small kitchenette. She turns and kisses you, since you have to stop, having no other exits to the room. Her tongue teases yours until you are very hot and ready.

Without a word, you twirl her around and push her shoulders down. She gasps and braces herself on the dresser in front of the mirror. You can completely see down her cleavage, including her fat swollen nipples. She's really hot for you. She looks back at you in the mirror with a wanton gaze.

First, you lift up her short maid's skirt to find she is wearing a garter belt and silk stockings, but no panties. What a terrific sight! You smile and wonder if the master of the house has his way with her too. You play with her pussy from the back, stroking her clit and rubbing up and down her slick groove. Her quim is gushing with her juices. She moans and wiggles. When you poke inside her slit, the maid makes a cute little gasp.

"Yes, sir, fill me with your cock, please," Gina says, her accent making that statement twice as sexy.

You pull hard on her hips as you thrust yourself forward. You slide easily into the maid's tight slit, and she shrieks, "Yes!" She shifts her uniform top, and her tits fall out. "There!"

You reach around her lovely body and grasp her breasts firmly, using your thumb and forefinger to pinch her swelling nipples. You pull back on them as you surge forward, completely filling her quim with your turgid John Thomas. In the mirror, Gina faces looks at you with unveiled lust and pleasure, and, looking lower, you marvel at the view of her luscious boobs surrounded by your hands with her rosy nipples peeking out between your fingers.

You set a quick pace, since this is not a long visit, and give the maid a solid rogering.

"Io amore tuo pene!" she extols, of which you only understand 'amore', though 'pene' seems obvious. Her moans and grunts are interspersed with more foreign words. Your blood lights on fire when she speaks Italian.

When her constant moans drop a full octave, you know she's closing in on a major climax.

"Dammi culmine, amante! Più rapido! Rapido!" she says, but 'rapido' is all you comprehend, so you speed up to meet her at the finish.

The maid's head drops down and her body quivers, and you can feel her muscles squeeze your manhood repeatedly. You pull her hips all the way back, fully penetrating her tight channel, and grunt loudly as your balls spew your cum deep inside your client's employee.

As you each come down from your orgasms, you look each other in the eye through the mirror. She winks at you, and you lick your lips. Your cock melts from her. You step back and tuck it in, as she stands, turns, and places her tits carefully back into her maid's top.

Then she embraces you, giving you the hottest French kiss you've ever had. Her body seems to touch you everywhere, but especially over your prick.

When she breaks the kiss, she says, "Grazie, signore," in that voice that melts your knees. That accent will fuel many night's fantasies.

Then she straightens up, kisses you once on each cheek in proper Italian manner.

"Thank you, miss. It has definitely been a pleasure," you reply in your most charming voice.

"I will show you out now, sir." Her cheeks have a rosy flush to them, and her hair and makeup are slightly mussed. You grin at her.