“The deal is done,” I thought, sitting on my bed. I had just handed Ms. Maritza most of the money I had set aside to keep me afloat until I could cash my first paycheck.
“It’s worth it,” I convinced myself, visions of the beautiful, voluptuous Ms. Maritza still fresh in my head.
There was a soft knock on my door. I opened it and saw Maritza standing there.
“Diego won’t be taking advantage of our arrangement in the morning. Are you ready?” she asked.
I nodded eagerly.
“Remember our agreement. You can do me without a condom, but no cumming inside me. Ok?” she said with a naughty smile.
I said yes and she leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Sleep well, tonight,” she whispered in my ear. “You’re going to need your strength.”
Later that night, I awoke to the sound of bed springs creaking and the moans and groans of two passionate lovers. Judging from the location of the noise, Uncle Ben was pounding Maritza and didn’t care if the whole neighborhood heard him. I marveled at Ms. Maritza’s seemingly unquenchable thirst for sex. Not more than 12 hours ago she was getting nailed by the young stud Luis, and now, just shy of midnight, she was being mounted by that old goat Uncle Ben. I desperately wanted to jerk off to the symphony of sex down the hall, but I resisted knowing that I needed to save every drop of jizm for my queen.
The next morning I woke up early and called the office. I told my boss that my parents were arriving earlier than I expected to help me settle in. I said I needed time in the morning to pick them up from the airport. He was very accommodating, insisting I take the whole day off. He even suggested several restaurants to take them! I felt a little guilty, but the thought of my impending tryst with Ms. Maritza was foremost in my mind.
Around 10 am, I wandered downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. I walked in to find Maritza dressed like a sultry French maid. She had apparently spilled something on the floor and was on her knees mopping it up with a paper towel. My heart skipped a beat as I admired her incredible body clad in the tight black and white costume. The skirt was sheer, transparent enough for me to tell she wasn’t wearing panties. “Oh, God,” I exhaled as I stared at her magnificent pear shaped ass and her glistening pussy lips.
She must have heard me, because she popped up with a smile. I continued to soak in the sight of her. She was all curves from her round bosom to her ample ass. Part of me wished she was back on the floor, ass raised in the air, ready to receive my cock right then and there!
“Good morning, sweetie,” she said in a chipper sing-song voice. “Are you ready for breakfast?”
“You look incredibly sexy this morning, Ms. Maritza,” I responded. “I’m ready for anything.”
I moved towards her, my arms open to embrace her.
“No, no, no,” Maritza gently scolded, wagging a finger at me. “No touching until after breakfast.”
I pouted, but she was insistent.
She returned to the stove and continued to make breakfast. I took a seat and watched her in action, taking note of every motion that caused her big breasts and ass to jiggle. I stared at her thighs and prayed they’d part just enough for me to see her elegant pussy lips.

“So are you hungry?” she playfully asked.
“I’m hungry for you, Ms. Maritza.”
“Anything in particular,” she said, arching an eyebrow.
“I’m hungry for what’s between your sexy long legs.”
She pursed her lips and responded, “Naughty boy, I’m preparing you something delicious. Remember, you’re going to need your strength.”
How could I think about food when such a tasty morsel was so tantalizingly close? I ached to touch her, caress her, fondle her, and penetrate her.
“Please, Ms. Maritza, I can’t take it anymore. Please can I touch you now?”
She was about to break the eggs for an omelet. She looked at me. She was thinking. “She was making me beg for it,” I thought. “That vixen!”
“I guess breakfast can wait, eh?”
She walked towards me, fixing her kind, honey brown eyes on me. She put her hands on the countertop and with the skill of an acrobat, hopped up, sat down and crossed her legs in one swift movement.
I stood up and walked toward her.
“Are you sure you want to eat me?”
“Yes, I want to eat you.”
“But what if I taste nasty?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face.
“The nastier, the better,” I replied.
She laughed.
“Do you like my outfit?” she asked, cupping her large breasts.
I nodded enthusiastically. Her tits looked amazing.
“I’m the maid and you’re the master. When I wear this, I’ll do whatever you command, my dear. Come closer,” she instructed.
I leaned in and she whispered in my ear.
“Your Uncle Ben likes when I wear my little skirt and forget to put on my panties. Do you know why I forget to wear my panties?”
I shook my head.
“How else can you get at my pussy, my dear?”
With that she pushed me back and she spread her legs. The skirt rose over her thick thighs. She ran her fingers through the small patch of dark pubic hair that crowned her pussy and then slipped her fingertips into the rosy folds of her pussy lips.
“I’m nice and juicy,” she teased. “Do you want some juice?”
I got on my knees as if about to worship before a pagan idol. Her pussy looked so delicious. I leaned in and kissed her soft belly, then started to descend lower, kissing my way down to the tuft of pubes. Her vaginal scent was strong and caused me to salivate. I let my nose root around her pubic hair, inhaling her musky smell. I then ran my tongue the length of her fleshy gash. She tasted tart, like a ripe citrus fruit. I buried my face into her pussy. I felt her fingers in my hair, pushing me deeper into the velvety smoothness of her cunt. I pulled back to start a long lick that started from the crack of her ass and crossed the length of her cunt. She was starting to shudder as I went down on her with wild abandon, sucking and licking her engorged clit. I could feel her silky smooth thighs closing in on the side of my face as she braced herself for an orgasm. I looked up and saw her toss her head back, her eyes rolling about, mouth open, breathing heavy and sighing. Her big tits heaved as I playfully gnawed on her clit.
I pulled back again to admire my handiwork. Her body was still tingling from the orgasm. She was definitely satisfied with the cunnilingus appetizer.
“Oh, baby, that was so good,” she gushed. “Let me return the favor.”
She hopped off the countertop and French kissed me with such intensity I thought she was trying to suck in all the pussy juice still lingering in my mouth.
Before I knew it she got on her knees and was unbuckling my belt. I didn’t resist as she pulled my jeans and boxer shorts around my ankles. My cock popped out like an x-rated jack in the box.
As soon as I entered her mouth, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I was amazed at the way she handled my stiff dong. She firmly and confidently gripped my cock and guided it into her warm, waiting mouth. I loved the way she sucked on the purple tip; her thick lips kissing it softly. I loved the way she carefully licked the length of the quivering shaft and caressed my hairy ball sack. She alternated from slow sucking to faster deep throat action. She was a master. Who knows how many cocks this woman had serviced in her lifetime? At that moment, I was thankful for each and every man who had gone before me and allowed this woman to hone her amazing talent on their dongs.
As much as I didn’t want it to stop, I knew if I let her suck a little longer I would drain my balls in her mouth and I wanted more.
“Are you ready to take me, love?” she asked.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you,” I said with such conviction I scared myself a little. I had never wanted something so much in my entire life.

She turned around and lifted her skirt, exposing her big beautiful bare ass. She placed her hands near the crease where her ass met her thighs and cupped her cheeks, spreading them, allowing me a view of her puckered brown a-hole.
“Take me,” she commanded.
She parted her legs wider and I penetrated her about half an inch.
“Ok, deeper,” she said.
I was incredibly turned on by my teacher. She sighed as I fingered her ass. I gripped her sturdy hips and went to work. I loved the sound of my thighs slapping against her muscular thighs. I liked the feel of me inside her cunt and the moaning and groaning she emitted with such gusto. But most of all I enjoyed the view from above: her big beautiful bare ass, her dainty waist, the curve of her back, the muscles in her shoulders and neck. I liked watching the way her body responded when I gave a thrust, especially the way her pendulous breasts shuddered with each stroke. Sweat was dripping off me and hitting the small of her back. She too was starting to sweat from the carnal act. The sun’s rays from the kitchen window bathed her in a glowing light. I continued my rutting rampage until I started to lose control. I shouted I was going to cum and Maritza did not object.
As I was about to blow, I took my right hand off her hip and grabbed her ponytail. Instinctively, I tugged on it, making her pull back her head, her mouth agape as she grunted, bearing the brunt of the full length of my cock in her cunt.
"Don' t cum inside or I`ll finish the deal"
“Oh, God, Maritza,” I pulled out and blurted as I erupted in her ass. Long strings of sticky goo connected my cock to her asshole. I reached down and jerked off, glazing her ass cheeks with a fine film of cum.
I took her by her hands and kissed them. She seemed touched by this unexpected act of chivalry.

Two days passed and it was my turn again. It was Friday and Uncle Ben was going to be out of town on business. He had asked me to give him a ride to the airport and I obliged. I worked through lunch to get home early.
At 4 pm, I got home and found Uncle Ben and Maritza in the living room. They were having a drink. Uncle Ben’s luggage was in the doorway.
“Here’s my ride, my dearest,” he said. “Don’t offer him a drink. I don’t want to die before I get to the airport.”
We laughed and I grabbed his bags. Uncle Ben gave Maritza a long, passionate kiss. Not too different from the one Maritza had laid on me after blowing me in the kitchen.
“I will call you later,” Uncle Ben told Maritza. “You two behave. John, here’s fifty dollars, take my beautiful wife to a nice dinner. Celebrate your first week on the job.”
I took the money and thanked him.
“And Maritza, don’t wear something too sexy, eh? I don’t want this boy to get into any trouble with all those wolves out there.”
Maritza laughed and gave me a wink.
“Don’t worry, Ben. I’ll put on my nun’s habit. I’ll be a good little girl.”
I was hoping when I returned from the airport she would be wearing something suggestive, although the thought of her in one of those sexy nun Halloween costumes turned me on.
I barely stopped the car to let Uncle Ben out. I was clearly in a rush to get back to Maritza. I made it back in record time and bounded up the stairs to her bedroom. The door was closed and Maritza told me to come in.
I opened the door and looked around. “She must be in the bathroom getting ready,” I thought.
Maritza appeared in the bathroom doorway. She was wearing the sexiest dress I’d ever seen. It was light brown, tight and short. It displayed spectacular cleavage as well as her cute little belly button. She looked like an exotic high priced whore.
“Wow,” I said. “I don’t think Uncle Ben will approve.”
She laughed.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
“Not for food,” I replied.
“Sex?” she asked point blank.
I nodded and approached her. She smelled so good. Her skin was soft to the touch. I liked to feel her breath on my neck as we embraced. I reached down and fondled her ass. My cock started to grow as I pressed against her thighs.
“Are you wearing panties?” I asked.
“Check and see,” she whispered.
I raised her dress and caressed her naked ass. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around my leg. I reached down between her ass cheeks and fingered her bald pussy.
“Oh, Ms. Maritza, I love your big beautiful ass and your sweet, sweet pussy,” I cooed.
She sighed as I fingered deeper and we continued to kiss. Being so close to her reminded me of the first time we met when she hugged me and how I felt enveloped by her sensuous flesh.
I stepped back and pulled opened the bodice of her dress, freeing her gigantic melon shaped breasts.
“Oh, you’ve got such beautiful titties,” I gushed.
I leaned in to kiss her nipples and playfully lick her areolas. I knew how much she liked me toying with her glorious tits and I was more than happy to worship her DD cups for a minute or two or three.

Maritza sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped my pants. I gave my cock a stroke or two before she took over and commenced blowing me. I loved watching her service me. Tonight she wanted to play the whore and take it rough. She opened her delicate mouth wide, allowing me to hold the back of her head steady as I fucked her mouth until she gagged.
Enough of that, I thought, as I pushed her down on the bed. I climbed up and pulled her skirt up, allowing me to quickly penetrate her waiting pussy. I was pounding away like piston in a race car, my eyes locked on her upper body. Her huge tits were rocking and rolling to my thrusts. I could tell by the look on her face she was approaching orgasm. Her breath quickened and the tell tale throaty groans were growing louder and louder. I climbed off her and nudged her. I wasn’t done. She turned over on her belly and spread her legs. I slipped two pillows under her hips and again climbed on top, carefully inserting my cum drenched cock into her. With the fear of cumming soon, I was able to prolong the pleasure of her as she masturbated. I pulled out and crawled towards her head. She opened her mouth and I started to cum on her face. I continued to jerk off as she licked her cum covered lips and mouth I was able to cum in her face? Well she says "anywhere but inside of me"

I collapsed next to her, trying to catch my breath. She rolled off the pillows and we both lay there, staring at the ceiling. I reached over and felt her hand. It was warm and sticky, perhaps from wiping cum off her ass. I held it tight and thanked her once again for a magnificent experience. I knew that she was acting the part of a paid whore, but deep down I wanted to know on some level she truly was getting off on this and, more importantly, me.