My Latin MaidHi there, my name is Jennifer Bridges and I’m a housewife living in Miami. I’m brown haired and 5’7 with 34C **** that fit my fr
She was a 20 year-old Latin girl working here to pay for college, so she would do just about anything, which is why she had no problem with wearing the skimpy French maid outfit that I suggested. When I saw her working in that little skirt I knew that I had to have her. She had that great Latina look, caramel skin, a nice round ***, but nothing compared to her ample 34D breasts.
One day when she was working in the kitchen, I walked up behind her in my nighty and grabbed her ***, she turned around and realized it was me and jumped.
“Mrs. Bridges! Um, I was just finishing the dishes.”
Then she hurried from the room, I realized that I would have to take a less direct route. Over the next few days I complimented her work, her appearance, anything to let her know that I was interested, but each time she simply muttered something about work that needed to be done and left the room quickly.
I was slowly getting less patient, but I stuck with it to see if she would come around, but no dice.
The next day I told her how great she looked in her uniform, and this time, before she hurried from the room she said something intriguing.
“Please Mrs. Bridges, what would Mr. Bridges think?”
It gave me the feeling that I was slowly succeeding in seducing her, and if Robert was the only obstacle, my fantasy didn’t seem too far away.
One day, I was coming home from the store and I saw some cleaning supplies in the hallway and I heard the shower running. Robert was away in Cleveland for 3 days, so I figured this was my shot. I slowly entered the bathroom, so to not make any noise. Then I saw Mariana’s figure in the frosted glass, my panties got so wet it was a wonder that they hadn’t slipped off. I slowly opened the shower door and tapped her on the shoulder.
She spun around fast, but before she could say a word I planted the most passionate kiss I was capable of on her lips. She was fighting it to begin with, but then she melted and stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. When she finally pulled away, all she could say was
“But, Mrs. Bridges, what about Robert?”
“He’s 1200 miles away, and call me Jenny”
She nodded slowly and kissed me deeply again, letting my hands wander over her body I knew that she would be mine that night. I pulled her out of the shower and started ripping off my clothes. I was wearing my sexiest lingerie, a black corset with matching panties and stockings. I peeled off the bra and kissed Mariana deeply again, she pulled away and began to remove my panties, following their descent with her mouth.
She began to kiss me in small circles around *****, just brushing the labia slightly; she carried on like that for two minutes before I screamed
“I can’t take it! Eat me Mariana!”
That was all the coaxing she needed. She plunged her tongue deep into my hole while I screamed with ecstasy. She licked like a pro; this couldn’t have been her first time. She began to finger me furiously; sweet waves of bliss rolled through me as I screamed my ****** and showered Mariana with my juices.
She licked it all up and stared at me with a lustful look on her face. I knew that I had to taste her, so I told her,
“Get on the countertop”, while I pointed to direct her. She gave me a sly smile and said meekly,
“Yes mistress”. She got up and positioned herself with her legs open and her ***** spread wide. I couldn’t wait to taste her, and I dived right in, licking her while she moaned in pleasure. Then I went a little lower and began to taste her sweet little *******.
I licked her like there was no tomorrow, her moans getting steadily louder, before I stuck my finger in her hole and she reached her breaking point, screaming as she soaked me in her sweet ***.
“I love you”, she whispered.
I got my wish that night, and needless to say we kept Mariana as our maid for a long time.