My Filipino maid

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In Hong Kong, many families employ Filipino domestic helpers. My wife and I have been married for a year, and since we both have jobs, we decided to hire one to help with household chores. A friend of mine had one, so I asked him to introduce us.
A week later, our new helper arrived. She turned out to be the younger sister of my friend's helper, which was perfect, and they picked her up to come to our house. Her name is Melin, she's 20 years old, and quite pretty. As the saying goes, "no woman is ugly at eighteen," and she had a great figure—five feet three inches tall, petite and shapely, with curves in all the right places, neither too thin nor too plump. Her measurements were approximately 34-25-35, comparable to Hong Kong star Athena Chu. The only drawback was that she was a little tanned.
On her first day, my wife taught her how to do housework, some household rules, things to be aware of, how to operate appliances, and safety precautions, etc. I found her to be a quick learner; she picked things up very quickly, and I was happy for my wife that we had found such a helpful assistant.
We're not a super-rich family, just that we both have decent jobs, so our Filipino maid doesn't need to wear a uniform like other wealthy people. She usually wears just a t-shirt and shorts at home, very simply. For the first couple of days, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Once, when she bent down to get something, I could almost see her cleavage, but unfortunately, her neckline was a little high, so I couldn't see it. On the third day, my wife also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and insisted that she wear one at home, except when she went back to her room. Of course, I didn't dare object.
I work in the computer department of a large company. I'm a very nice husband, with a refined appearance, no bad habits, and I'm deeply devoted to my wife. When I'm with her, I never look at other women. At work, I keep my distance from other female colleagues; we all treat each other with respect, and everyone says I'm a model husband. So my wife has a lot of confidence in me, which is why we hired a Filipino maid.
For me, I've never thought about being unfaithful or having fantasies about other women. Even when the maid came, I maintained my image, kept my distance from her, and rarely spent time alone with her. But after a week of her arrival, a strange change finally occurred.
That day, I had nothing to do at work, so I left half an hour early. When I got home, my wife wasn't back yet. Usually, we all get home around the same time, and our Filipino maid usually already cleans the house and prepares dinner ingredients, waiting for my wife and me to come home before cooking. I'm quite a good cook, so you can imagine what a good husband I am. She usually finishes her work before showering, and sometimes when I get home, her hair is still wet.
Today, I came home early, intending to rest for a while. As I walked past the bathroom back to the room, I noticed the bathroom light was on. Curiosity got the better of me, so I peeked inside. I saw our Filipino maid, Melin, preparing to shower. She had already taken off her outer clothes and was about to unhook her bra with her hands behind her back. She probably didn't expect anyone to come back at that moment, so she hadn't closed the bathroom door, and I just happened to see her there.
I steadied myself and took a closer look at the Filipino maid. Her back was smooth, her figure well-proportioned, and her arms full and supple. She had already taken off her bra, and her full breasts bounced on her chest, the mounds round and firm, pert and erect, the pink nipples proudly pointing upwards, perfectly displaying the characteristics of a young and mature woman.
I was mesmerized, and lust began to stir within me, making me fantasize about things I had never thought of before.
Now she was starting to take off her panties, her buttocks round and smooth, the cleft of her buttocks clearly defined, the flesh incredibly elastic, the shape from her ankles to her toes beautiful. Because her back was to me, I had a complete view of her beautiful buttocks. Just seeing her vibrant, youthful body was enough to give me a powerful aura. My
penis was already hard and throbbing, and since no one was around, I simply took out my penis, my eyes still fixed on the naked Filipino maid, while my right hand gripped my penis tightly, rubbing and masturbating.
She was showering standing up. She first wet herself, then lathered with soap. I saw her hands lathering the soap on her body, and she naturally turned her body in all directions, so I could see her clearly from both the front and back. I could see a tuft of pubic hair; her pubic hair was narrow, only a small shadow at the base of her legs, quite lovely. Occasionally, she would bend over and lift her leg, only then could I glimpse her plump vulva through her legs.
After a while, she rinsed herself again, dried herself, and slowly put her clothes back on. I also quietly returned to my room. But my lust hadn't subsided, and thinking of what had just happened, I found it even harder to calm down. I thought that although this Filipino maid wasn't particularly beautiful, she had a good figure and was youthful and alluring; if I had the chance, I would try to get closer to her.
About ten minutes later, the mistress returned. I came out to greet her, hugged and kissed my wife, and said, "Honey, you're back. I missed you so much."
Our Filipino maid, Melin, saw me come out of the room, her eyes widening in surprise. She wondered when I had returned and remembered that she hadn't closed the door while showering, wondering if I had seen her. Just then, I saw her expression and gave her a mysterious smile.
That night, I was particularly excited, so after dinner with my wife, I went straight to the door and kissed her passionately.
She kissed my cheeks and earlobes.
To be honest, my wife is a beautiful woman with a pretty, round face that always has a sweet smile. And I love her very much; she's always very passionate during sex. Her passionate kisses often aroused me immediately. I closed the door with my foot, then pressed her against the door, kissing her small mouth. She writhed like a snake, her little tongue constantly teasing my mouth, and I began to undress her. One hand slipped inside her panties, caressing her vulva, which intensified my reaction. However, an even more adorable image flashed into my mind—the Filipino maid who filled my fantasies.
The more I fantasized, the more excited I became. My wife, of course, had no idea what I was thinking. She sensed my frenzied reaction and couldn't resist touching me. I was so aroused I needed to have my way with her. I kissed her lips, neck, breasts, armpits, and navel incessantly. She enjoyed my kisses, moaning softly like a baby swallow's song.
She was kissing me, which made me even more excited, because in my fantasy, the Filipino maid was servicing me. I pushed her down to my abdomen, feeling my erection growing; I wanted her to give me oral sex.
My actions elicited a reaction from my wife. She looked up at me, indicating her reluctance. No wonder, she's a good girl from a good family, and she's never been used to this kind of behavior. We've been married for a year, and she's never refused to give me oral sex, and I've never forced her. But today I was so excited and had such a strong need, so I longed for her to give me oral sex.
"Come on, my sweetheart, kiss it! It's a sign of affection."
I persuaded her with longing eyes and a gentle tone. I saw her blush, and her small mouth, half-resisting, touched it. "It's so big, how can I get in?" my wife protested.
But once it touched me, I became even more intense. I was completely lost in madness. I ignored her; I wanted to take it all the way into her mouth. At first, she was reluctant, but soon, she was also in a state of orgasm, and involuntarily, she slid in while playing with it. My swollen member was tightly enveloped by her warm little mouth; the feeling was indescribable.
At this moment, my wife seemed to be getting more and more excited. She kept panting, perhaps she had gotten used to it. Her delicate little mouth was driving me wild with pleasure. I had never experienced anything like it before. I gripped her thighs tightly, hoping she would continue moving, and even intensify her breathing, because it was just too beautiful, too wonderful.
Finally, with a surge of heat in my lower abdomen, I couldn't help but ejaculate into my wife's mouth. She was startled, her face covered in semen. She kept her little mouth tightly closed, but my semen still spilled from the corner of her lips.
I felt a pang of guilt. I had achieved my goal, but my wife seemed to have lost something. She, however, remained nonchalant, turning to rest her head on my arm, her delicate hand gently caressing my chest. Then, her hand slowly moved downwards. Although I was already extremely
satisfied, under her tender touch, my erection quickly returned. My wife's shy expression, her hand withdrawing from my penis and instead caressing my breasts, only intensified my reaction, especially since I was fantasizing about the Filipino maid's body. This fantasy fueled my desire, and I could no longer restrain myself. I impulsively pressed down on my wife, skillfully entering her "forbidden zone." I sensed a fullness and intense satisfaction in her. Her reaction grew more intense, and with each satisfied moan, I erupted again. I gazed at her now, like a ripe peach, her vulva overflowing with lustful juices. I had finally satisfied her!
After accidentally witnessing my Filipino maid bathing, my mind underwent a significant change. Unexpected wicked thoughts suddenly surged within me. I tried to suppress them, but whenever I saw the maid and recalled her bathing, those indescribable wicked desires resurfaced.
I decided to do things I wouldn't have done before.
I began to interact with the maid as much as possible, chatting with her and occasionally displaying my humor, which made her very happy. We laughed and talked, and I maintained a very courteous demeanor, avoiding any inappropriate advances. She appreciated me and often praised me as a good person. My wife didn't notice anything amiss. Once, I deliberately showed affection to my wife in front of the maid, and she returned a mysterious smile, emboldening me to harbor even more inappropriate thoughts about her.
One day, I suggested to my wife that our Filipino maid cook us a meal of Filipino cuisine. My wife readily agreed. When I asked for her opinion, she said, "I haven't cooked in a long time, I don't know if I can manage."
I immediately said, "No problem, give it a try."
"But there's another problem," the maid said, looking at my wife. "I'm not very familiar with kitchen utensils, I might be clumsy. I hope you can help me
." My wife said, "I just made an appointment with a colleague to go shopping today, I won't be back for dinner until tonight. Honey, why don't you stay and help him?"
At first, I was reluctant, but I couldn't disobey my wife, so I reluctantly accepted, though I was secretly very happy and excited.
Kitchens in Hong Kong homes are usually quite small, and ours is no exception. Cooking alone is already cramped, let alone with two people crammed in.
Today, our maid, Melin, had her hair up, wore a loose short-sleeved shirt that revealed her cute belly button when she raised her arms, and shorts—a very casual home outfit, with her bottom sticking out high. I admired the Filipino maid's buttocks from behind. Her thin shorts and the clearly visible lines of her panties stretched her buttocks. Her plump, full vulva, covered by two layers of fabric, made my heart race.
As she prepared things, she sometimes bent over, and the first button of her shirt was undone. With each large bend, her neckline was wide open, almost completely exposing her breasts. Her full breasts were only covered by a simple flesh-colored bra, and my eyes never left her chest. As she picked things up, her breasts bounced, those vibrant breasts seeming about to burst out of her clothes.
Suddenly, she straightened up, looking at me with a strange expression. I wanted to rush forward, hug her, and kiss her, but the thought of her resisting and telling my wife, which could lead to a family crisis, made me instinctively withdraw my hand. Cooking this meal under such conflicting emotions was both exciting and unsettling.
For a while afterward, I still didn't dare to make any moves, only occasionally touching her and groping her to satisfy my urges. Several times, she knew I was doing it on purpose, but she didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at me.
A month later, I suddenly had a stomachache. After seeing a doctor, I was diagnosed with acute appendicitis and needed to be hospitalized immediately for surgery. I
was discharged two days later, and the doctor instructed me to rest for a period of time, about two weeks. My wife had to work and couldn't take care of me during the day, so the Filipino maid had to take good care of me. Therefore, during the day, it was just the Filipino maid and me at home. In the first few days, my wound hadn't fully healed, and I had great difficulty moving around. I even needed the Filipino maid to help me to the toilet to urinate. I took the opportunity to put my arm around her. She smelled of a young girl's fragrance, which invigorated me, and even my penis became aroused. My hand moved lower and lower until I finally touched her breasts, which were full and elastic.
Lost in the moment, I accidentally bumped into the bathroom door, aggravating my wound. The pain made me bend over and cry out. The Filipino maid, alarmed, immediately bent down to help me up. In her haste, she bumped into my erect penis. I saw her face turn red. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she repeatedly apologized.
I joked, "It's alright, we can do it again if you like."
After this incident, I noticed the distance between us seemed to have lessened; sometimes our conversations even had a slightly suggestive tone, but she didn't seem to mind. Because of my limited mobility, she was also responsible for bathing me. Today, as usual, she bathed me. To make it easier, she leaned against the armrest, and my hand happened to be there. This meant she was essentially pressing her lower body against my fingers, which immediately felt soft and warm.
The maid, Melin, continued working, completely unaware that I was taking advantage of her. I tried to casually turn my palm over, so the part in contact with the soft flesh changed from my knuckles to my fingertips, and then slowly rubbed them together. I noticed she didn't seem upset, so I increased the pressure and range of motion, rubbing her noticeably. At first, I thought she hadn't noticed, but a man's hand on his genitals is always aware of such things. I figured she was intentionally letting me touch her, so lust took hold, and I slipped my hand inside her short skirt. I ran my hand up
her thigh, reaching the soft spot at the top, where I found a damp patch. Because I needed to dry myself, I was only wearing shorts, and my penis was incredibly aroused. I finally decided to go for it, disregarding the consequences, and reached out to touch her breasts. Just then, the phone rang. She pushed my hand away and quickly left the room to answer it.
A long time passed, and my emotions calmed down. I realized that even if I had gone for it, I wouldn't have been able to because my wound hadn't fully healed, unless she initiated it, which was impossible. Just then, she came back into the room. No one spoke. She quietly helped me put on my clothes, then said she needed to prepare dinner and left.
That evening, my beautiful wife returned home, dressed in a sexy nightgown, sitting on the sofa watching TV. I called her over, and she gently leaned in, lying on her side with her head resting on my thigh. I stretched out my right leg and slightly bent my left, letting her use my left thigh as a pillow. I slipped my right hand inside her sexy nightgown, gently caressing her firm breasts. Her nightgown was the kind with a very low neckline, highlighting her snow-white breasts, which was very sensually stimulating. Gradually, my penis hardened, pressing against the back of her head. She knew what I wanted, and immediately snuggled into my arms, taking my penis into her mouth. A warm sensation enveloped my sensitive glans, and I immediately became excited. My wife happily continued to suckle vigorously. I felt it was time, so I told my wife to stop, held her in my arms, and we began to intercourse in a "sitting and swallowing" position. My wife joyfully and slowly bounced in my arms, her tight vaginal walls rubbing against my glans, bringing me step by step towards orgasm.
The next day, my Filipino maid, Melin, came to help me bathe as usual. Perhaps because of what happened yesterday, everyone was silent today. She was dressed very conservatively today, wearing a black t-shirt and long pants, so nothing could be seen. Long pants are unusual for her, perhaps to tell me not to do anything reckless.
After a moment of silence, I spoke first, asking her some questions. We started with casual conversation, then moved on to more personal questions, such as what she did in the Philippines and why she came to work in Hong Kong. She was initially a little reserved, but she became more and more animated, finally telling her story.
It turned out she graduated from high school in the Philippines, but due to family circumstances, she couldn't continue to university, so she started working in the textile department of a very large company. She was eighteen at the time. The department manager was an old man in his sixties, and a very lecherous one at that. However, he was very kind to the workers, and he especially welcomed female workers into his office. Whenever a female worker came to his office for tea, she would sit on his lap, allowing him to grope her at will.
There were sixteen female workers in her department. After working there for a month, one of them resigned to open her own convenience store. Later, she learned that the manager was unmarried and had accumulated a considerable amount of money; the woman who resigned to open the store was given the capital by him. This woman could be considered one of his mistresses.
Melin's loom was located at the very back, and the manager often came to supervise it. When he came, he would always pat and touch her. This was something she was used to, and she would just complain to him.
Once, Melin had a few fibers on her chest. The manager removed them for her, casually touching her and jokingly saying, "Melin's breasts are getting bigger."
Melin rolled her eyes at him, but the manager continued to laugh, saying, "A girl's breasts will get bigger over time. I'm already old, don't worry. I just wanted to touch you and smell your face; I didn't have any other bad intentions."
Looking at her prominent breasts, I laughed and said, "I wish I were that manager."
Melin slapped me and smiled, saying, "Don't interrupt, listen to me."
She said, "I was originally afraid of this manager, but after he said that, I feel relieved."
Since then, the manager often came to her place. Because she was inside, few people saw her. The manager would either pat her buttocks or smell her face, sometimes touching her chest. She would also let the manager lightly touch her hand; it was better than feeling an unbearable threat.
At the end of the month, salaries were paid, and the manager was in charge. Everyone had to go to his office to collect
their pay. Melin was the last to go in that day. As soon as she entered the office, the manager patted his knee and gestured for her to sit on it. She had seen many female workers sit on his lap before. This was her first time, and she sat down a little blushing. The manager put his arm around her waist and said, "Melin, come here, let me kiss you."
Melin could only lean in for his kiss. Then the manager gave her her paycheck, which included an extra 500 dollars.
The manager said, "Of all the people here, I like you the most. This 500 dollars is a personal gift from me."
Melin was overjoyed and couldn't help but kiss the manager. When she signed for the paycheck at the table, the manager's hand touched her chest. Because of the extra 500 dollars (which was a large sum in the Philippines), she allowed the manager to touch her from right to left. Normally, she would push his hand away.
She let the manager touch her for a while, and even kissed him, before leaving. She thought to herself that the manager hadn't really done anything too outrageous to her, and she hadn't suffered any major loss, plus she got an extra 500 yuan, so she happily continued working.
The Filipino maid, Melin, blushed slightly as she recounted this. My hand was on her thigh, and she didn't push it away. Afraid she might change her mind, I immediately pressed, "What happened after that?"
Melin said, "Don't rush me, let me tell you slowly."
She said that later, during a group dinner with her cohort of female workers, they talked about the manager's extra salary. Everyone received 1000 yuan, but she only got 500. She was very angry and thought she had to ask the manager for an explanation.
The next day, Melin went to the manager's office and sat on his lap, acting coquettishly.
When asked, "Why do others get a thousand, but I only have five hundred?"
the manager laughed and said, "If you want it too, I can give it to you."
He immediately gave Melin a thousand yuan, saying, "Money is non-refundable."
Melin, of course, said she wouldn't return it. The manager then asked her, "Do you know why you gave others a thousand but only five hundred?"
Melin shook her head.
The manager continued, "I touched you through your clothes, but I touched them by reaching inside. You can't back out."
He then reached under her t-shirt.
I immediately asked her, "Did you resist or stop him at the time?"
The Filipino maid, Melin, said, "I had a thousand dollars in my hand at the time, and I thought it didn't matter whether he touched me inside or outside, since I'd already been touched, so it didn't matter if he touched me. The manager touched me once and even praised my breasts for being very elastic and having smooth skin. After touching me for a while, his hand tried to reach down, so I refused."
The manager laughed and said, "You don't have to touch down there, just touch my buttocks."
Melin had no choice but to let him reach down and touch her buttocks twice.
After that, every time Melin went in, the manager would touch her, but since she received an extra thousand dollars a month, she didn't care as long as she was happy. Once, when the manager touched her buttocks, he said, "Melin, you're so well-behaved and cute. How about I give you another thousand dollars, but you have to let me touch your front first? I won't force you."
I was very nervous and asked, "Did you let the manager touch your genitals?"
Seeing my expression, the Filipino maid patted my hand and continued, "I didn't want to at first, but it's almost the end of the year, and I'm focused on the year-end bonus. Plus, he gave me another thousand dollars, and I knew he wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted, so I let him touch me anyway."
Hearing this, I shook my head and sighed.
The Filipino maid also noticed my disappointment and, perhaps wanting to tease me, said, "The most disappointing thing hasn't happened yet."
I remained silent.
She said, "Before, when the manager touched my buttocks, he not only rubbed them but also teased my anus with his fingers, which often made me blush. This time, when he touched my front, I felt a little ashamed. The manager even laughed and said, 'Young lady, you've grown a beard; you're old enough to get married.'"
Melin went on to say that year's year-end bonus was five thousand dollars, which made her very happy.
At this point, I suddenly found the courage to ask her, "Melin, are you still a virgin?"
The maid paused, looked at the time, and said, "It's time for today. I need to prepare the meal. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Then she ran out of the room.
That night, I lay in bed unable to sleep, thinking about the story the maid had told me. I didn't know if it was true or not, but her tone didn't seem to be. Because I thought she was very simple and innocent, without any guile, I believed her story couldn't be false.
The next day, the Filipino maid came to help me as usual. After a few days, the wound had healed a lot and wasn't painful anymore; I could bathe myself, but I still pretended to be in a lot of pain and let her do it for me.
Today, the maid wasn't dressed as warmly as yesterday; she wore a white wide-necked t-shirt and plaid shorts, which made her look even more youthful.
As the maid slowly bathed me, I stared at her intently. She lowered her head, looking a little embarrassed, and asked, "Why have you been staring at me all day?"
I said to her in a flirtatious tone, "You look beautiful and sexy today."
She patted me on the shoulder, and I said, "Can you answer my question from yesterday?"
The Filipino maid nodded and said, "After working for me for about a year, my father became seriously ill and needed money for surgery. My sister had just started working in Hong Kong and couldn't send money back, so I had to find a way. The only person who could help me was the manager, so I went to him and asked to borrow money."
The manager told Melin, "The company can't lend that much money, at most for a month. But I can help you privately, but on one condition: you have to give yourself to me." "Think it over carefully."
The manager also told her, "From the moment you joined the company, I liked you and wanted you, but when I learned from the other female workers that you were still a virgin, I didn't want to use any means to get you, so I never forced myself on you. Now you're asking me for a favor, so I made this request."
I asked, "You definitely agreed to him?"
The Filipino maid said, "At the time, I really had no other choice but to agree."
She went on to say that it was a Sunday, and the manager first took her to a hotel for dinner. It was her first time dining in such a high-class place, and she was very happy, thinking that the manager was really good to her. Then they went to see a movie before entering a large hotel with the manager.
At this point, I sighed, shook my head, and looked very disappointed.
The Filipino maid suddenly grabbed my hand and said that she had also grabbed the manager's hand like that when they entered the room because she was very nervous. The room was large and beautiful, and the manager kissed her and told her to go to the bathroom to take a shower first.
The Filipino maid entered the bathroom and saw that the furnishings were very clean and elegant. She thought to herself, "Since the manager told me to bathe here first, I should do whatever I want here. I'll be so embarrassed when he comes!" Thinking this, she was reluctant to take off her clothes, but then she thought, "Since I've taken his money, I can't care about shame anymore." It seemed that not taking off her clothes would be pointless, so she took them off and sat in the tub.
Just then, she heard someone enter from behind—it was the manager. She quickly lowered her head. The manager approached her and stroked her back. She dared not move, only letting him do as he pleased. After washing her upper body, he washed her lower body, then lifted her up and placed her on his lap, spreading her legs to wash her vulva. At this point, she couldn't help but cover herself.
The manager laughed and said, "I've been thinking about when I can undress you and let you touch me. Now I've thought of it." As the manager washed her, he looked at her, noticing a thin slit peeking out from between the bulges of her vulva, surrounded by only a few sparse, exceptionally smooth hairs.
The manager took a long time to finish showering. He carried her out of the bathroom, placed her on the bed, and tried to kiss her lips. The Filipino maid lay on the floor, trying to avoid his kisses. The manager said he didn't want to force himself on her, as it would hurt. He suggested she kiss him first to avoid pain, and he
would then be gentler. The maid had no choice but to straighten her head and let him kiss her a few times. The manager then asked her to stick her tongue out of his mouth. Helpless, she stuck her tongue out and put it in his mouth. The manager seemed to enjoy it immensely, gently thrusting in and out until it finally penetrated fully.
The maid remarked that the manager was really old and finished in just a few minutes, which was worth 20,000 yuan. Although the manager had taken her virginity, she still felt sorry for him and said, "Let's all rest for a bit. I'll give you a massage later."
It turned out that the maid, Melin, had learned massage from her mother. Filipino massage is not like the Finnish massage in Hong Kong, which only aims to make customers feel aroused. Instead, it relaxes the nerves and soothes the body. The manager was overjoyed. After enjoying the massage, he hugged and kissed the Filipino maid again before falling asleep.
The maid said that's how she lost her virginity. Her father's surgery was successful, and he was recuperating at home when her sister wrote to say she could get a job in Hong Kong. She was overjoyed and immediately resigned and went to Hong Kong.
The maid's eyes reddened as she recounted this. I patted her and said, "It's such a pity. Sometimes people are helpless like that."
She said, "I really didn't want to." Then she started crying.
I comforted her, saying, "Don't cry." She
hugged me tightly, her fragrance wafting to my nose. I breathed deeply, her voluptuous body pressed against me, and I felt an indescribable pleasure coursing through my body, my blood boiling.
I reached out and embraced her, and saw, through her open collar, a pair of full breasts, their nipples rosy, round, and proudly erect. I took a deep breath; she wasn't wearing a bra today. I tried to look away, but the temptation was too great, so I wanted to keep staring.
Just then, my wife suddenly returned, much earlier than usual. Apparently, she wasn't feeling well, so she came home early. The maid immediately went to work. When my wife saw the maid coming out of the room, she asked, "What is Melin doing?"
I said, "I called her. I need to urinate, but I can't stand up. You're not home, so I had to ask her to help me to the toilet." "
My wife didn't say anything or suspect anything. She just lay down beside me to rest. I was thankful that I hadn't done anything with the maid and let her see, otherwise it would have been a huge problem, impossible to clear up.
My wife seemed very tired today. I remembered that the maid knew massage, so I suggested to her, 'I heard that there's a type of massage in the Philippines that's very good for the body, it can relax the nerves and is very comfortable. I wonder if our maid knows it? Should we ask her?'
My wife closed her eyes and didn't move, and said, 'Let her ask her.'
I called the maid in and asked her, 'Melin, do you know how to massage?'
The maid looked at me strangely, unsure how to answer. I could only give her a hint by nodding. The maid immediately understood, smiled at me, and then said, 'I know a little bit.'
I said, 'Then would you like to give my wife a massage?'" "
The maid came to the bedside and asked my wife to turn over. My wife was really tired, so she listened to the maid, who also wanted to test her skills.
The maid slowly massaged my wife's back with her hands, from top to bottom. I noticed that my wife seemed to enjoy it. At that time, I was lying next to my wife, and because I couldn't move easily, I didn't leave. The maid was very focused on the massage. I noticed from her neckline that she had put her bra back on, but it still couldn't cover her two full breasts. Seeing this, my penis became hard again.
Then, after massaging my wife's left hand, the maid moved on to her right hand. But it wasn't convenient for her to stand by the bed, so I patted the spot next to me, signaling her to climb onto the bed so it would be easier for her to massage my right hand from my side.
The maid understood and climbed on..." The maid came to the bed and sat down beside me, massaging my wife's right hand. My wife seemed to find it very comfortable and didn't object. This put the maid's buttocks right next to my hand, so I gently placed them on her buttocks and slowly moved them up and down.
The maid's round buttocks were very bouncy. After a while, she realized something was wrong, glanced back at me, and I put my finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet. She wiggled her buttocks slightly; I didn't know if this gesture meant resistance or welcome. I only knew that the feeling of my hand there was so wonderful that I didn't want to remove it.
After a while, the maid finished the massage, got up and left the room. As she left the room, she turned back and made a face at me, then smiled. I also made a bye-bye gesture.
That night, unable to sleep—anyone who had just experienced that would be unable to sleep—I got out of bed to try walking around. My injuries had actually healed considerably; I just didn't want my wife and the maid to know. I quickly reached the maid's room. The door wasn't locked, so I went in and approached the bed. Sure enough, I saw the maid. She was sleeping soundly, lying on her side, completely naked, the blanket only covering her thighs and a small part of her buttocks. Her body was truly beautiful, a perfect skeleton. Her breasts were large and firm, not
sagging even when she lay on her side, proving their elasticity was stronger than gravity. Her waist was slender, and I could vaguely see a vast prairie outside her vulva. Looking further down, her calves were neither too thin nor too fat, their color even, smooth without a single blemish, like a piece of slightly yellowish white jade with a reddish glow within.
From her feet, I looked up again. Suddenly, she rolled over, lying face down on the bed, the blanket lifting off her body, revealing her entire body. This time, I could clearly see her back and buttocks. Like several small hills, rising and falling, their curves clear and gentle.
I could no longer contain my surging emotions and gently stroked her beautiful buttocks, moving my hand down to her cleft. She smiled sweetly in her sleep. I sat on the edge of the bed, my other hand just touching her breasts. I suddenly pulled my hand away, thought for a moment, and slowly left the room.
To be honest, I was already very impulsive at that moment, wanting to possess her immediately, but for some reason, I withdrew at the last minute. I thought to myself, I had spent a few days with the Filipino maid, and my understanding of her had deepened. The Filipino maid, Melin, was a very simple girl, innocent and lovely. She had lost her virginity because of her father's illness, and she deserved to be pitied. I couldn't bear to rape her, and I noticed that she didn't deliberately avoid me; she was happy to be with me, and sometimes even let me take advantage of her. So I told myself, I'll just touch and kiss her, but I will never possess her. I also didn't want to ruin my beautiful family for her.
The Filipino maid probably had previous experience with the manager, so she thought it was normal for the boss to touch her; it wasn't a big deal and wouldn't harm her, so she didn't resist letting me touch her.
The next day, I called the maid in and asked her, "I noticed that you felt very comfortable after your massage yesterday, and you're especially energetic today, so I'd like to try it too. Could you give me a massage?"
The maid didn't object and readily said, "Of course."
She then carefully massaged me, applying plenty of baby oil before placing her hands on my back and sliding them forward to my shoulders. From top to bottom, her delicate hands moved over every part of my body; the feeling was wonderful. I lay there stiffly, my muscles tense from the excessive tension and sudden physiological changes.
"You're too tense, relax," she whispered in my ear, her warm breath even and gentle. I felt her hands kneading my shoulders rhythmically, sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly. As I became familiar with her touch, I gradually relaxed. I felt incredibly relaxed, completely exhausted, and drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
When I woke up, I called my Filipino maid, Melin, into the room. She sat beside me, and I placed five hundred Hong Kong dollars (about five times the price of the Philippine rupee) in her hand. She was surprised and asked, "Why are you giving me money?"
I said, "This is to thank you for the massage you gave us, my husband and I. It's just a small token of our appreciation."
She happily said, "Thank you."
I joked, "You can't just say thank you; you have to give me a kiss."
The maid immediately brought her face to my lips, let me kiss her, and then kissed me on both cheeks, asking, "Is this okay?" As
she spoke, she moved closer and closer until she was practically pressed against me, her soft body shifting in my arms, her fragrant scent filling my nostrils and reigniting my desire.
Soon, I felt her body heat up. She looked up at me, then lowered her head deeply. I was very surprised and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
She whispered, "You're so bad, you're bullying me."
I asked, "Where did I bully you?"
The maid said, "You bullied me there!"
That's when I realized that a certain part of my body had a primal reaction. And she was right there, how could she not feel it? I blushed deeply, "I...I..."
She slowly raised her head, looked at me deeply, and then closed her eyes. So, I mustered my courage and leaned in to kiss her left cheek. Wow! So smooth and soft. My mouth gradually moved to the right, and she kissed me too. Finally, our tongues intertwined, our lips pressed together, and our kiss grew more and more intense, as if we wanted to suck each other's saliva dry. We didn't stop until we were almost out of breath.
This was the first time I had ever kissed her.
I whispered to her, "Melin, I haven't had any pleasure in a long time. Could you please serve me?"
The maid asked, "How?"
I tentatively replied, "Try it with your hand." I then took her hand and placed it on my penis.
Before she could object, I continued, "Help me take off my pants."
The maid, unsure what to do, obediently pulled down my shorts. They slid down naturally, and I urged her to take off her underwear. As soon as they were pulled down, my erect penis sprang out, right in front of her.
She looked on in surprise and curiosity. I pulled her hand to touch my penis, and she gripped it fearfully, her hands trembling with nervousness. My penis inevitably swelled even larger and harder in her hands.
"So big," the maid said. "My previous manager wasn't this big, nor this hard."
Hearing her say that made me feel proud and even more excited.
When the maid's fingers grasped my hard penis, I had a special feeling; she was only the second person in my life to have held that thing in her hand. As her fingers began to rhythmically stroke, gently stimulating me up and down three or four times, I knew I could no longer resist.
"Ah... ooh..." I cried out in intense pleasure.
The maid intensified her attack on my penis: "It's okay, you can ejaculate in my hand. You can get the greatest pleasure through my hand."
"Ah... I'm going to cum... ah!" Three ejaculations followed, a large amount of semen splattering like water into the maid's palm. The maid looked at the semen in her palm for a while, then happily asked, "Was that good?" before wiping her hand clean with toilet paper.
I looked at her with grateful eyes and said, "Thank you."
A few days later, my wound was almost healed, and I had to go to work the next day. I never expected that having appendicitis would lead to such an unexpected benefit. Today, I decided to have some fun with the maid.
In the afternoon, my Filipino maid came to serve me as usual. I gave her one of my wife's evening gowns and said, "Try it on for me; I have a special performance."
The maid immediately went back to her room to change. A moment later, Melin appeared before me, catching my eye. I looked at her closely; her current attire was refreshing: a deep maroon backless short dress, drawing my attention to her smooth, alabaster-like skin. She had been in Hong Kong for some time, and her skin had become fairer. She wore silk stockings with a subtle floral pattern, making her long legs appear even more slender. Her pure and simple beauty, combined with her simple, natural long hair, was perfectly complemented. Her features were already quite attractive, but now, with the makeup, she appeared even more stunning and captivating.
I got up, turned on the stereo, and walked over to her, saying, "I'd like to ask you to dance."
I held her slender waist, and she rested her hands on my shoulders, dancing to the rhythm of the music. Filipinos are particularly talented at dancing, and my wife's skills were far inferior to those of our Filipino maid.
Seeing my distracted state, the maid assumed I was too reserved for formalities and took the initiative to create a more romantic atmosphere. Her delicate hands, which had been on my shoulders, now encircled my neck, her chest pressed against mine, her large breasts pressing against my chest. With each dance step, they swayed gently, releasing a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. I was instantly captivated. My breathing quickened, and the hot breath from my nostrils blew onto her swollen breasts. Peeking down, I could see almost everything except the nipples.
I was gradually infected by her passionate exuberance, my eyes constantly darting to her, then drawn to the allure of her smooth, white back as she leaned against me, stirring another wave of desire within me. My penis, which shouldn't have started at this time, began to stir again, gradually rising.
A primal male urge, uncontrollably released from within, couldn't contain its growing size. It hardened inside, rising higher and higher, stretching my crotch into a bulge. The maid had already noticed my physical change, her face blushing shyly, and she smiled slightly.
To my surprise, she not only didn't mind, but also deliberately pressed her lower body closer, maintaining the beautiful position for several seconds, using her yin energy to press her lower body against my hardness, gently rubbing it, arousing my blood to boiling, making me almost unable to stand.
I held the maid's body tightly, the two of us pressed together, the scent of flesh filling the air, my lower body rubbing against her, ready to be drawn and unable to control myself, I really wanted to take her right there and then.
At that moment, my wish was to find a hole in the little hill between her legs, so that my penis, which was about to burst out of my pants, could burrow inside. I wished time could stand still, so I could continue to immerse myself in this inexplicably blissful state.
Unfortunately, time cannot stand still, and music cannot play forever. The song ended, and I reluctantly parted from her.
I took out a deck of cards and said, "Let's play a card game! We each draw a card, and we compare their values. If I win, you take off an item of clothing. If I lose, I give you 100 yuan. Is that fair?"
The Filipino maid, Melin, didn't object. In the first round, I drew an 8, and she drew a J.
The maid won, and I gave her 100 yuan, thinking that giving her a sweet treat first would prevent her from backing out later.
In the second round, I drew a 5, and she drew a 10.
She won again. As I gave her 100 yuan, I said, "You're really lucky today," but secretly I thought, "I refuse to believe I can't beat her."
In the third round, luck struck again. I drew a 6, but she drew a 4. I laughed heartily.
Melin, knowing she had lost, asked softly, "Do I really have to take it off?"
I smiled and nodded.
She had no choice but to take off her evening gown, leaving her only in a bra. Her pair of firm, full breasts seemed ready to burst free from the bra. Although I had already touched them before, they still made my eyes light up! Her heart raced at my lustful gaze, and her chest heaved even more!
In the fourth round, she lost again and had to take off her stockings. She bent down and pulled her stockings down from her rounded buttocks, a movement that made her full breasts sway in front of her. Finally, she appeared before me only in her bra and panties. Her snow-white thighs, naked and exposed, were so alluring! I feasted my eyes, while she was flustered and at a loss. In
the fifth round, she won. I gave her one hundred yuan. Only then did she smile.
In the sixth round, I drew a q, and she drew a 7, so she lost again. This time, it was either to take off her bra or her panties. She had the choice, but she didn't want to take off either.
"What's wrong! Aren't you going to take it off?"
The Filipino maid hesitated for a moment, then finally reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She leaned forward slightly, letting the bra slide down into her hands, then straightened up, presenting her magnificent breasts to me. Her large breasts bounced out like live fish, jiggling in front of me. Seeing that I seemed to want to devour her, she hurriedly covered her chest with her hands.
Her firm, full breasts swayed in front of her chest, and I realized my penis was already hard.
In the seventh round, I got an Ace first. She was doomed and was bound to lose unless she also drew an Ace, but the chance was slim. In the end, she got a J.
She glanced at me helplessly, stood up, turned her back to me, and took off her underwear, finally completely naked.
"Turn around and take a look."
The Filipino maid slowly turned around, standing naked by the bed. She was breathing rapidly with tension, her chest rising and falling dramatically, and her pair of swollen, tempting breasts also heaved with each movement.
Gazing at the Filipino maid's beautiful figure, I couldn't help but whistle. Her curves were perfectly proportioned.
Between her ample breasts and full hips was a slender waist that seemed to fit between my fingers; her snow-white, smooth thighs met a ripe, plump peach. Her figure was well-proportioned, slender yet athletic, with a shapely body and skin as smooth as mutton fat—clean, delicate, and supple.
The maid closed her eyes, allowing me to admire her. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I leaned forward and kissed her fragrant lips.
The maid's eyes widened in surprise, but I had already embraced her tightly, my hot lips and tongue invading her. She was momentarily overwhelmed with passion, a tingling sensation running through her body. She closed her eyes again, her delicate hands clinging to my neck, her cherry lips parting slightly, her fragrant tongue darting out in a passionate kiss.
I kissed her from her red lips to her cheeks, to her ears, to her white shoulders, indulging in a wanton kiss. After kissing for a long time, they separated, gazed at each other, and then kissed again.
My right hand then roamed over her back and waist, becoming increasingly audacious, eventually moving towards her chest. The maid first felt my hand kneading her left breast and hurriedly tried to push it away. I then moved to her right breast, moving back and forth like this. She couldn't escape, and since she couldn't make a sound, she finally gave up struggling and let me gently caress and knead her.
"Could you give me a blowjob?" I asked her softly.
"I don't know how." Her first reaction was no, not that she didn't want to.
I immediately moved my already erect penis towards her face and said to her in an excited tone, "Try it, I'll teach you if you don't know how."
She glanced at me, and I nodded, giving her some confidence, saying, "You're very smart, you'll definitely be fine...
Come on, try."
She quickly stuck out her tongue and ran it over the head of my penis, then laughed and said, "Is that enough?"
"No, I didn't feel anything at all," I said, pretending to be a little angry.
"Oh, okay... one more time."
This time, I could feel her tongue firmly licking my glans. There wasn't anything particularly special about it, just a slightly wet and warm feeling.
"Is this okay?" she asked with a smile.
"It only counts if you take it in," I commanded.
As soon as I finished speaking, she automatically leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took the entire penis into her mouth. Although she didn't swallow it completely, very little was sticking out. She's really talented; she learns so quickly.
Watching my erect penis slowly disappear into her mouth, I couldn't help but wonder, how could her small mouth hold something so large?
I stroked her hair and told her, "Move your head a little, let me see how it feels."
"Mmm," she replied, squeezing out a sound from her throat, and began to move her head back and forth.
It felt different from vaginal intercourse. However, the stimulation of the glans penis from the uneven walls of the mouth during oral sex was something I couldn't feel in a vagina.
Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation in my lower abdomen; I felt something warm crawling around my penis. Looking down, I saw she had already pulled my penis out and was now sticking out her tongue, licking around it incessantly while rubbing it up and down with her hands.
"Phew..." I exhaled; the feeling was truly amazing!
Before I could finish exhaling, I felt an even stronger stimulation in my lower body: she pushed the tip of her tongue into my slightly open urethra, and the stimulation from the intrusion of a foreign object was so unique! I don't know how to describe it.
"Ah!" I cried out wildly, wanting to release the pleasure. I couldn't control myself from making soft "ah" sounds; the feeling was truly wonderful.
The Filipino maid held my penis in one hand and stroked my scrotum with the other, then licked my urethra with the tip of her tongue, her up-and-down licking giving me unparalleled pleasure. It was wonderful.
The maid diligently licked and stroked, and I realized it was almost six o'clock; my wife needed to go home quickly.
"Hurry," I urged the maid.
In this state of both pleasure and tension, I felt incredibly stimulated; my glans almost doubled in size. The maid knew I　 was nearing my climax and intensified her up-and-down movements.
I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen spurted out with a "plop." "Ah," the maid exclaimed, her mouth full of semen. But knowing I was still enjoying it, she couldn't bear to leave immediately. With her mouth still on my glans, she swallowed the semen with a "gulp."
Seeing her so obedient, I said contentedly, "Melin is so good, so comfortable."
Hearing my praise, the maid slowly released my penis and took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.
Before she left the room, I gave her another thousand dollars as a reward.
I finally got back to the office today, but my mind was still at home. I couldn't concentrate on work all day, thinking about my Filipino maid. She's lively, innocent, cute, and also sexy, bold, and incredibly attentive. Having a maid like that at home makes me excited just thinking about it. And yesterday's tryst—thrilling, exciting, and unforgettable.
"What are you thinking about so intently?" It was my good friend Tony.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me, something's definitely up." Tony said confidently, as if he could read my mind.
"Really, nothing," I answered reluctantly.
"Are you thinking about your Filipino maid?" Tony was testing me. Wow, he's really good at this; he knows what I'm thinking.
"No...no..."
"Don't lie. Last time I visited you, I could tell you and your maid were having an affair. Your eyes betrayed you."
"Really?" I thought to myself, thank goodness my wife is here; I rarely spend time with the maid, otherwise, if she found out, it would be terrible.
“Of course, your Filipino maid often looks at you with a smile, so affectionate, even an idiot could see it.” Tony guessed something from my expression and kept pressing, “Just tell the truth.”
I didn’t want to say it, but I couldn’t resist Tony’s repeated questioning, so I told him everything. Tony listened with his mouth watering the whole time, and after I finished, he asked, “We’re old friends, can I enjoy this too? Money is no problem, I won’t eat for free.”
Seeing Tony’s expression, like a hungry wolf, I felt very proud. Under Tony’s pleading, I finally said, “Don’t rush, I’ll go back and arrange it, see if it works.” To show that I was capable, I added, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.”
This was the first time I had been so powerful in front of Tony.
For the past few days, I had been thinking about how to arrange things for Tony, and finally, I got my chance.
On Sunday, a relative of my wife's was getting married in Guangzhou, and she was going to attend the wedding banquet. I had originally planned to go with her, but she was considerate of my recent surgery and advised against long journeys, so she arranged for a friend to accompany her on Saturday, returning on Monday.
I then invited Tony to my house on Saturday evening. I told our Filipino maid beforehand that Tony was a good person, a fun-loving and generous guy. I added that if she wanted, she could have a windfall at any time. The maid smiled and patted me on the shoulder; I figured she understood what I meant.
On Saturday evening, Tony arrived on time, his eyes never leaving my maid.
"How is he? Not bad, right?" I asked Tony.
"A really great figure, and a good-looking face too. You're so lucky," Tony replied.
"I'll call Melin over later. Just start a conversation and find an opportunity to take it further."
"Don't worry, I know how," Tony said confidently.
“Melin, come here for a moment, Mr. Chen has something to ask you.”
The Filipino maid was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt and shorts today, revealing her figure.
“Mr. Chen, is there something you need?” the maid asked politely.
“No need to be so polite, just call me Tony. I have something I'd like to ask you for help with.”
“What is it?”
“I also have a Filipino maid working at home, named Ana. She’s been here for less than a month. Like you, it’s her first time away from home, and she’s not used to life in Hong Kong. My husband and I don’t know how to communicate with her, which often makes her unhappy.” Tony was telling a true story; it was amazing he could come up with such a thing.
“So what do you want me to do?” the maid asked with concern.
“Ana doesn’t have many friends in Hong Kong. I’d like you to befriend her and talk to her when you have time.”
Tony paused, then continued, “Tomorrow is Sunday. If it’s convenient, you can go out with her and relax.”
The maid turned to look at me; of course, she needed my permission to go out.
“No problem, go see his Ana tomorrow.” I said generously.
Tony took out a thousand dollars and gave it to Melin, saying, "Of course, you need money to go out and have fun. Take this and use it; consider it my treat."
The Filipino maid took the thousand dollars and happily said, "Thank you."
Tony knew that Melin had taken a liking to him, so he immediately seized the opportunity: "Melin, I heard that Filipinos especially like to dance. Can you dance? I'll invite you to dance sometime."
Seeing that the time was right, I interjected, "No need for another time, let's do it now. Melin, why don't you perform for us first?" After saying that, without waiting for Melin's approval, I went to turn on the stereo.
It was a familiar upbeat song, Macarena. The Filipino maid was a little hesitant at first, but when she heard the music, she perked up.
"Come on!" Tony and I encouraged her in unison, clapping our hands together.
Encouraged by our applause, the Filipino maid finally got up and started dancing. She swayed her hips gently to the music, looking sexy and alluring. Filipinos certainly have a talent for dancing; she quickly became engrossed, her steps becoming increasingly unrestrained. Sometimes, as she leaned forward, she would sway her breasts back and forth. Sometimes she would place her hands on her buttocks, and occasionally thrust her hips forward and backward, as if she were having sex.
"Great!" Tony shouted, standing up at some point; he was extremely excited.
"Melin, if you do a striptease for me, I'll give you a thousand dollars."
"You mean you want me to do a striptease?" the maid asked, her eyes fixed on me.
"You're very sexy; every normal man would want to see that," Tony admitted frankly.
I could tell from Melin's eyes that she was clearly hesitant; she didn't seem to have the resolve to take off her clothes in front of Tony and me.
She looked at me pleadingly, and I looked at her and nodded in welcome. A smile immediately appeared on her face, and I realized she really was willing to perform a striptease in front of my friends.
She started dancing again, this time with a few more provocative movements. After a few minutes, she crossed her hands, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, rolled it up, lightly brushed it across her breasts, and then through her hair. She tossed the t-shirt to Tony, who caught it and said, "Good, one more."
Melin was wearing a silk, flesh-colored bra, but it was too small to cover her breasts; they looked like they were about to burst out. Then she put her hands into the waistband of her shorts and slowly pulled it down. Tony and I cheered in unison.
Now, she was only wearing a tight-fitting thong, and you could vaguely see her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
She turned around, and you could see the suspenders tightly tucked into her buttocks, exposing her entire backside. When she bent over and thrust out her breasts, her buttocks parted wide, clearly revealing her anus, which was divided in two by the suspenders.
"Take it off!" Tony shouted, he was so excited.
Melin seemed hesitant. She looked at me, and I nodded again, saying, "Don't be shy, jump freely."
She turned her back to us, then unhooked her bra. As the thin straps came undone, she grasped the cups, slowly swaying her hips before turning back to face us. Her shyness was gone, replaced by desire.
She thrust her breasts forward, squeezing her mounds, and slowly pulled the bra down, revealing her firm nipples. She continued swaying her body, her breasts seeming to bounce.
"So beautiful, so beautiful!" Tony's eyes nearly popped out.
Melin tossed the bra to me, then gave us a seductive smile.
She continued to hook her thumbs on the thin straps of her panties, rubbing her labia with the fabric in front of her mons pubis. By now, the soft, fine hairs were clearly visible! She turned around, bent over, and pulled her silk panties down to her ankles, exposing her entire vulva and anus to us. To emphasize the visual impact, she spread her legs wide, making her vulva completely visible. It was obvious she was quite wet, as could be seen from the transparency of her panties!
I truly didn't expect the Filipino maid, Melin, to perform this naked in front of her friends; she was completely consumed by lust.
Tony was tall, strong, and handsome, possessing an attraction to the opposite sex. Coupled with the lure of money, Melin couldn't resist his temptation.
Before I knew it, Tony had taken off his jeans and underwear, revealing his penis.
"Come on, lick it."
Melin looked at me helplessly. I could only shrug, meaning I couldn't help it; it was up to her.
She knelt down while looking at me, gently kneading Tony's penis with her right hand. I could see the burning passion in Melin's eyes!
For me, I really wanted to tell her to stop these provocative actions. On the other hand, I found myself wanting to see Tony's enormous member filled her mouth, forcing her to give him oral sex. The hesitation and excitement in my eyes greatly stimulated Melin. She guided the tip of Tony's penis into her soft mouth, opened it, and took it in. Melin licked it up and down several times, her clear black eyes fixed on me. I stared at her in astonishment as my gentle Melin used her pink tongue to entwine his massive penis, as if it were a delicious popsicle.
Tony was also surprised that this Filipino maid actually knew how to suck his penis! As she licked and sucked the tip of his glans, he was practically bursting with excitement.
Melin barely managed to put the tip of Tony's penis into her mouth, her swollen lips struggling to swallow. Before she could even catch her breath, she eagerly licked the shaft, looking at Tony lewdly. This was truly the most depraved pornographic show!
At this moment, Tony's hand continuously caressed Melin's body. At first, it roamed over Melin's buttocks, but later, Tony's hot palm lingered on Melin's breasts, kneading and pinching, fondling the two nipples with obvious affection.
Melin took Tony's glans into her mouth, slowly swirling it with her tongue, gently licking it. Tony began to lose control; a strong stimulation was about to surge from his lower body. His penis thrust powerfully in and out of her mouth, gushes of fluid gushing from the glans into her mouth. Melin
didn't stop; she gripped the base of his penis and continued to thrust back and forth, giving it even more intense and prolonged stimulation. All the muscles in her body tensed to the extreme, and almost all the blood rushed to her lower body to experience the ultimate carnal pleasure. As the thrusting gradually slowed down, Tony, exhausted, collapsed to the ground.
She smiled contentedly, sucking the last drop of semen from the glans, then tilted her head back and swallowed Tony's semen whole.
Tony was very satisfied with the Filipino maid's oral service and praised her technique as top-notch. Before leaving, he gave Melin a thousand dollars, and she happily gave him a goodbye kiss.
My penis remained erect throughout, and the Filipino maid noticed. After Tony left, she said, "Let me help you relieve your pent-up desire."
"How about we take a shower first?" I suggested.
"Okay."
I took off the t-shirt she had just put on, revealing her round and firm breasts, which seemed eager to bounce out and sway incessantly.
"Melin, you're so beautiful."
"Don't keep staring, it'll make me shy." Melin immediately wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to block my view. Her face was flushed, and she looked a little shy.
“And her panties.” I reached out and pulled down her panties. Although I had seen her naked many times before, I still felt nervous and excited, my hungry gaze falling on her mysterious inverted triangle shape.
Melin’s bare breasts, the pubic hair of her vulva—everything was visible.
Melin quickly lowered her left hand to cover her lower abdomen. She stood naked before me, exuding a seductive aura.
“What a beautiful body! Isn’t it wonderful to be naked like this!” I praised her, my hand caressing her sensual buttocks.
“Ugh…how embarrassing!” She swayed her full hips, making my heart
race even more. Melin felt a satisfying pleasure at being admired and praised for her naked body.
“Melin, let me hug you.” I wrapped my arms around Melin from behind, immobilizing her, and began to caress her breasts.
“Ah…” Melin felt weak all over, a little dizzy.
I thrust my penis into her vulva, sending a shiver through her lower body; her pale pink nipples, which had been erect for some time, were now hard.
I flicked her nipples with my fingers, then pulled up a round chair and sat down.
“Melin, help me wash.” I handed her the soap.
Melin lathered the soap and then applied it to my back.
“No, I want you to wash with your breasts!” I shook my head in protest.
“Wash with my breasts?” Melin seemed confused.
“I want you to wash with your firm breasts.”
I slathered the soap heavily onto Melin’s swaying breasts.
"Ah, ah...no."
"Come on, try!"
My hands, lathering with soap, caressed Melin's nipples, causing them to react sensitively.
Her full breasts were covered in foam, leaving only her pink nipples exposed—a sight that was incredibly alluring.
I pulled Melin close, pressing her full breasts against my broad chest, the force deforming them.
"That's right, move your breasts up and down, left and right."
Melin had no choice but to obey my command, constantly moving her nipples back and forth, gently rubbing them against my chest.
The sensation of skin against skin, coated with soap, was even more wonderful than I had imagined. Melin couldn't help but let out a wanton moan, continuing to move her full breasts, rubbing them against my upper body. Melin's breasts gradually became firmer.
Then, Melin used the deep cleavage of her full breasts to clamp my magnificent penis. The squeezing sensation from her soft skin on either side was incredibly stimulating. The sight of the thick, hard, dark red penis against the soft, rosy skin was incredibly arousing.
"Melin, does it feel good? I feel so good!
" "Ah... I feel wonderful too..."
Melin was no longer shy; she focused intently on squeezing and rubbing my penis with her breasts.
Then I stood up and slowly rotated, allowing Melin's breasts to rub against my buttocks. The friction of her hard nipples sent a powerful pleasure through my body. Melin's pussy was already overflowing with love juice; if Tony were here, he would definitely want to thrust into Melin's pussy from behind.
I then switched positions with Melin, burying her face in my lower abdomen.
"Suck my baby." Melin
grasped the erect penis, taking the glans into her mouth and licking the base with her tongue. A blush rose on her fair face, and her breathing became rapid.
Melin sucked up and down, her beautiful hair making my groin tremble uncontrollably. She looked up at me, still holding the glans in her mouth, her gentle lips tightly sucking on it, occasionally changing the way she stimulated it.
"Ah...so good..."
Melin swallowed a few times, feeling that my glans seemed to have grown larger. She then rolled her tongue around it, gently moving my hand to her chest for an extra layer of pleasure.
I was enjoying the sucking, and with my hand on Melin's soft breasts, I was really close to climaxing. She also noticed my change, focusing her tongue intently on the urethral opening, while her small hand rapidly stroked my penis. I was about to explode.
I finally completely collapsed, and my semen gushed out from the tip of my penis. Large gushes of semen poured into Melin's mouth. Melin quickly took my glans into her mouth, sucking hard until I ejaculated. She still held my penis in her mouth for a while before swallowing all the semen.

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