With Gratitude

"Mon Dieu!" Lucie gasped as she sat impaled, her body shuddering and quivering with aftershocks. "It's been too long! Oh! Far Too Long!"

"A ripe bitch like you shouldn't go without cock," Frank chuckled, enjoying the sensation of her tight tunnel squeezing him as her spasms gradually slowed.

"Mmmmm, no...I should not...are you serious M'sieur? About wanting a maid? Because if this was part of my duties I would be glad to consider changing employers."

"To be honest, it was an excuse to come over and meet you. I saw the women leave and figured you were alone."

"Mmmmm...and how did you know I could be fucked? Are you so confident in your abilities with young women?"

"It worked, didn't it?" Frank chuckled. "You're still sitting there with my cock inside you."

"Yes..." she giggled. "You are a very confident and a very sexy man...Perhaps if you do not wish to hire me away from Madame Deville we can make an arrangement? I can come over to 'clean up' sometimes and you can pay me with this?"

"Perhaps," Frank chuckled, reaching up and squeezing her tits. "You're certainly worth a another round or two."

"Mmmmm...I love your strong hands on me...I feel so much a woman...so much a 'salope'...a slut...a slut for your thick cock...How is it you have no woman at home?"

"Don't want one. I prefer to take my pick of the available wenches. There seems to be a lot of them on this street."

"Mon Dieu! You have only been here days and you say that? I saw you with Madame Gustafson yesterday, and her little flat chested one...Cadey? Did you...use them too?"

"What if I did?"

"Then they are very lucky, although Madame Gustafson drinks more than is good for her. Perhaps she will tell her secret and then...Oh La!"

"And what about Madame and Ma'amselle Deville? Are they available?"

"Oh La M'sieur! I cannot talk about them while I sit half naked in your lap...but you are a charming man...who can say?" She slid off his lap and kissed him hungrily as he squeezed her fat tits again, then started to adjust her clothing.

"The ladies will be home soon, and I have not made the lunch. You will forgive me M'sieur? I will come later and...make fuck for you to apologise..."

"Text me," Frank told her, giving her his number before fixing his clothes and heading home.