I open the front door and my eyes are immediately drawn to your striking figure dressed in a long, stylish coat that hugs your curves. Your fiery red hair cascades down your shoulders in loose waves, framing your beautiful face and catching the late afternoon sunlight creating a memorizing glow. Your emerald eyes dance with playfulness and mischief.

Before I can utter a word, you place a slender finger to my lips, silencing me with a playful smile. "Bonjour monsieur," you purr in your delightful French accent. "I was hired by your girlfriend to clean and polish."

A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth as I play along. "Well then, by all means, please come in." I motion for you to enter, admiring the way you effortlessly glide past me with such poise and grace, running your hand along my chest as you pass. You set down a small bucket filled with cleaning supplies and turn back to face me, flashing the coy smile that I know so well.

With slow, deliberate movements, you slip off your coat, revealing the skimpy French maid uniform you are wearing underneath. My throat goes dry as I take in the sight – a white ruffled skirt barely covering your thighs, sheer black stockings hugging your legs, and a lacy corset that lifts and showcases your bare breasts.

I can’t help but stare, mouth agape, as you let out a soft giggle before placing a finger to your plump lips and slowly rolling your tongue around the tip. "Do you approve of my uniform, monsieur?" you tease playfully, causing my heart to race as I nod mutely in response.

"Why don’t you go and make yourself comfortable while I get to work?" you suggest with a sweeping gesture towards the living area. As I watch you turn and bend over to pick up your bucket, my eyes are drawn to the tantalizing view of your shapely, bare ass and puffy pussy lips peeking out from under the ruffled skirt.

Your hips sway with a hypnotic rhythm as I follow you towards the living room. My eyes remain fixed on your alluring form as I lower myself onto the couch, sinking into the supple leather of the cushion. The air is filled with the sweet and intoxicating floral fragrance of your perfume, enveloping my senses.

With effortless poise, you begin to dust the bookshelves with a feather duster. Every movement is deliberate and sensual, your body arching and stretching to reach the higher shelves. My eyes trace every curve and line of your body, unable to look away.

A tingling sensation spreads through my groin as I shift in my seat, aching with desire. The fabric of my pants feels uncomfortably tight as I watch you put on a captivating show.

"So, monsieur," you coo, glancing over your shoulder and looking directly at my crotch, "is there anything in particular that needs a good spit polish?"

"Get over here and find out, sale salope," I smirk.

You drop your duster and crawl towards me on your hands and knees with feline grace, your eyes never leaving mine. Your hands trail up my thighs as you gaze up at me through thick lashes.

"And where might this item be that requires my… attention?" you ask demurely.

I unbutton my pants, freeing my throbbing erection. Your eyes widen slightly, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you pull my pants off and toss them to the side.

"My my, monsieur," you breathe. "That does look like it needs a thorough polishing."

You lean in close, your hot breath ghosting over my sensitive flesh, before wrapping your delicate fingers around my shaft.

"Mmm, I think this calls for my technique de nettoyage spéciale," you say with a playful wink. Leaning forward you swirl your tongue around the tip, collecting the oozing precum, sending a jolt of desire through me.

As you take me fully into your mouth, I thread my fingers through your soft red hair, guiding your movements. The warm, wetness of your mouth combined with the skilled twisting of your tongue has me groaning in pleasure.

Your mouth works its magic on my aching erection, alternating between slow, teasing licks and deep, passionate suction. My fingers clutch your head, my hips begin to thrust, driving myself deeper into your wanting mouth. Your beautiful green eyes look up at me, full of lust and eagerness as you hum softly, the vibrations sending shivers through my body.

"Mon dieu," I groan, my head falling back against the couch. "Your mouth feels incredible."

You release me with a soft pop, saliva dribbling out of the corners of your mouth, your hand continuing to stroke my slick shaft. "Merci, monsieur," you purr. "But that was just the amuse bouche."

Rising, you place your hands on my shoulders as you straddle my lap, nestling my stiff cock between your swollen labia. Your wetness dripping down my shaft and onto my balls as you grind yourself against me.

I reach up and grab the back of your neck, pulling your lips to mine, my tongue parting your lips and entering your mouth desperately seeking yours.

As we hungrily kiss, you raise up and then slowly, torturously, lower yourself onto my throbbing shaft. You moan into my mouth as I slide deep inside you, your glorious pussy clenching around me, hot and tight and perfect.

For a moment, you remain still, savoring the exquisite stretch, my girthy cock twitching and pulsing inside you. You lean back, staring into my very soul, as you begin to move, rolling your hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. My hands grasp your waist, guiding your movements, lost in the bliss of our coupling.

"Oh oui," you moan softly, tossing your head back. Your fiery hair cascades down your back as you arch your perfect breasts towards me. "J'aime ta bite."

I lean forward, capturing one of your pert nipples between my lips. You cry out in pleasure as I suckle and tease the sensitive bud. My hands roam your body, caressing your wonderfully toned ass and up your back, savoring the feel of your soft skin.

You raise yourself up, your tit popping free from my mouth, the feeling of your slick walls gliding along my cock is exquisite. You give me a devious smile holding yourself up with just the bulbous head of my dick inside your entrance before dropping back down, completely impaling yourself.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan as you bottom out. You begin to bounce on my lap with wild abandon, your breasts jiggling enticingly with each movement. I grip your hips tightly, helping to lift and guide you as you ride me with increasing fervor. The room fills with the sounds of our fucking - skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, and throaty groans of pleasure.

"Oh God, yes!" I cry out as you clench your inner muscles around me. The sensation is unbelievable, your hot, wet pussy gripping me like a velvet vice.

You lean in close, your lips brushing against my ear as you whisper breathily, "Je veux que tu jouisses en moi." The sultry words fueling the fire of my desire, spurring me on.

I thrust up hard to meet your downward motions, driving myself deeper inside you. You cry out in ecstasy, your nails digging into my shoulders. I can feel your thighs trembling against mine as you near your peak.

"Oh mon dieu, je vais jouir!" you exclaim as you are about to cum, your voice high and breathy. Your body begins to tremble, and your movements become uncoordinated as your orgasm takes over. Your hands tightly grip my shoulders, your hair wild and tousled around your face. Your eyes are wide, staring directly into mine. Your mouth hangs open, the soft pink of your lips full and inviting. Your cheeks are flushed with arousal as a deep moan escapes your lips.

I feel my own release building, a delicious tension coiling in my groin. "God, I love fucking you, ma salope," I growl, reaching between us to wiggle the pad of my thumb along your swollen clit just the way I know you like it.

With a keening wail, you throw your head back as your orgasm washes over you. Your pussy spasms around my cock, squeezing and releasing, milking me, pushing me past my limits. “Oh, fuck me,” I roar as I explode inside you, flooding your quivering cunt with pulse after pulse of hot cum.

We cling to each other, trembling and panting as the aftershocks roll through us. You collapse, your soft breasts pressing against my chest, nuzzling into my neck as I stroke your back and bottom tenderly. For several long moments, we bask in the afterglow, my softening cock still inside you, our combined cum seeping out.

Finally, you lift your head and give me a soft, satisfied smile. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you press a gentle kiss to my lips.

"Mmm, I think we made quite a mess, monsieur," you giggle, your French accent thicker in your post-orgasmic haze.

I chuckle softly, running my fingers through your tousled red locks. "Indeed, looks like you have some more cleaning to do.”

With a playful wink, you slowly lift yourself off me. My cock, slick with our mingled fluids, slips out with a satisfying wet squelch. You give me a coy look as you lower yourself to your knees between my legs, parting and licking your lips in anticipation.

“That’s right, clean it all up my slutty little maid,” I command as I spread my legs wide.

You lean forward and run your tongue along my glistening member before looking up, “Comme vous l'ordonnez, monsieur.”

I lean back with a contented smile. Your eyes never leave mine, as you get back to your duty, thoroughly cleaning my cock and balls with your tongue and lips.

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