"Master Andrew?" A soothing, familiar voice attempted to rouse the
diplomat from his slumber. "It's 6:30, Master; time to get up."
He felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, jostling him lightly.
"Yes, yes; very well, m'dear," he mumbled, still in a bit of a haze.
The silver-haired gentleman fumbled around in the faintly lit bedroom
for his glasses. He blinked a few times while his eyes adjusted to the
level of light. It was then he noticed she was staring at a certain part
of the folds in the sheets, causing his face to redden noticeably. He
coughed and began to reposition himself.
"No, Master Andrew, wait..." the maid spoke. "It's not your
fault...I've heard it's very uncomfortable. Please, let me help you!"
"What do you mean, I-!" He tried to protest as she pulled back the sheets.
"Oh!" She gasped, marveling at his length and girth as his engorged member throbbed in time with his beating heart. "So...big!"
"Miss Iroha, I'm not sure this is-!"
"Master Andrew?" The maid interrupted, .
"Yes, what is it?"
"As a guest in this establishment, please
understand that it would be a great insult to the owner to refuse the
hospitality of his staff," she explained in a matter-of-fact tone as she
removed her sandals and hopped through the air onto the bed, as
graceful as a bird in flight. "Furthermore, kind sir, if you continue to
protest, I may be inclined to scream." She winked, pulling the fabric
covering her crotch to one side with her left hand and gripping his
shaft with her right.
The foreigner swallowed nervously, realizing how precarious his situation had become. "I do believe I see your point, miss."
"Lovely! Now, Master, if you would, please try to relax," she requested.
The maid painstakingly eased herself down his cock.
"Aaw...Master...you're huge...nnh!" She bit her lower lip and she
reached the base. "Aah...haa..."
Andrew felt goosebumps when she
had descended entirely. Her sex was deliciously tight around his flesh,
the warmth and wetness practically inviting him inside. His hands moved
to her hips, guiding her back up his rod and then pushing her down
rather forcefully. She groaned at the sudden movement, feeling herself
stretch down below. Again and again he pounded her like a piston,
leaving the maid breathless and dizzy.
"You look like you could use a break, miss," he spoke as he continued his assault on her nether regions.
He
rolled her over smoothly, throwing her left leg over his right
shoulder. During the sudden movement her left breast came free of her
uniform. Andrew's left hand reached out, cupping her and rubbing the pad
of his index finger across her nipple. Iroha let out a cry that she
tried to suppress as best as she could; her chest was exquisitely
sensitive. All the while Andrew never relented with the rhythm of his
thrusting, driving in and out for all he was worth. His testicles
slapped wetly against her buttocks, his pace bringing them ever closer
to their inevitable climax.
"I believe I found your weak point, my dear," the gaijin asserted, eying her breasts.
Andrew
unhooked her leg from shoulder, his hands moving to her mounds. He slid
his left hand between her clothing and her right orb, simultaneously
groping the left breast with his other.
"Oooh!" The maid arched her back, seizing his wrists as he roughly
toyed with her. She could feel the tension of her orgasm building inside
her.
"M...master...aahn...I'm almost there...please cum with me!" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"As you wish, miss," Andrew replied. He quickened his pace and force, causing Iroha to whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Ahh...Ooh...Iyaa-!"
Iroha's cry was muffled suddenly by Andrew placing his hand over her
mouth. He jammed his rod inside her one final time, his orgasm spilling
his seed into her awaiting womb.
Andrew exhaled, a wave of euphoria washing over him. "I...thank you for relieving me of my...predicament, Miss Iroha."
"No, Master..." She rebutted him. "Thank you!" The maid reached up, pulling him in for a deep, long kiss.
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