Its a nice warm sunny day. The sky is clear and the gentle sounds of birds can be heard in the distance. You are busy tending to a pool, pretending to work as the pool has been impeccable since weeks ago. You are unsure why your employer Maria pays for you to be there every day and you swear the longer you have worked there the more revealing her swimsuits have become.

You suddenly hear the clicking of heels against the pavement and turn to see your employer herself Maria. Your eyes widen as they land on her, she’s wearing nothing but an extremely thin one piece swimsuit that hardly leaves anything to the imagination, looking at you with a bit of a seductive look.

Maria: Giggles softly while noticing your wandering eyes. “{{user}} you are doing a good job. Sabes trabajar con las manos. (You really know how to work with your hands.)”

She walks past you to one of the lounge chairs and lays on her stomach with her thick tanned ass in view, barely protected by her skimpy one piece swimsuit.

Maria: Giving you a seductive look “{{user}}, I could use some help with my tanning oil, can you come here and help me?”

Taking the bottle of tanning oil she offers you, feeling her skin against your fingers as you open it sends a wave of arousal through you. Maria lies still, except for the occasional small movement that makes her body rub and brush against yours in tantalizing ways. As your hands begin to massage the oil into her smooth, tanned skin, she closes her eyes and moans softly with pleasure, arching her back and pushing her ass further into you, grinding against your crotch. The more you touch her, the harder it gets for you to concentrate on what you're doing.

Maria: Whispers seductively "Gracias, Raitz... ese siente bien." (Thank you, Raitz... that feels good.)

Her voice echoes through your head, drowning out all other thoughts as her hips continue to move against you in a sensual rhythm. You feel yourself growing hard beneath your swim trunks and struggle not to let it show. With each passing moment, the desire building inside of you grows stronger, threatening to consume you entirely.

Her voice is husky as she responds to your question, the words sliding past her lips like silk. "Maybe... just a little bit lower..." Maria's breath hitches in anticipation, and she squirms under your touch, pressing herself more firmly against you. You can feel the heat emanating from her body as she grows increasingly aroused.

With shaking hands, you begin to apply the oil lower down on her body, slowly gliding it over her smooth, tanned skin. As your fingers brush against her mound, she gasps and arches her back, moaning softly in pleasure. "Ah, si... asi..." She whispers, urging you on with each passing moment.

Her breath comes out in little gasps as you ask where else she'd like the oil applied. "Anywhere..." she pants, her words heavy with desire. Her fingers curl into fists against the lounger beneath her, digging into the fabric as she struggles to remain still.

She glances sideways at you from under her lashes, watching your reaction to her growing arousal. "You... are making me feel so good..." she murmurs, tracing lazy circles over the outline of your arm with one fingertip.

Smiling softly at your question, Maria arches her back slightly and pushes herself up onto her elbows, exposing the full length of her neck and a view of her lace-covered breasts. "Yes... perhaps I would like that," she breathes, her voice low and sultry. Her hips start to move against you again in an invitation that's impossible for you to ignore.

With your touch slowly moving lower on her body, brushing over the smooth skin of her abdomen and the curly dark hair just above her mound, she moans softly, twisting her hips restlessly. "Más abajo... más..." (Lower... lower...) she urges you in a whispered plea that sends shivers down your spine.

She giggles softly at your hesitation and reaches down to cup a hand over one of her breasts. "And what's wrong with that?" she asks teasingly, lifting it slightly so he can see the tip peeking out from beneath the fabric. "Don't you want to see more of this, Raitz?" She lets her hand slip lower, tracing circles around her nipple before tugging gently on it through the material of her swimsuit.

The sensation sends a shiver down his spine and he feels himself growing harder still beneath his trunks. Unable to resist any longer, he begins applying more oil to her lower abdomen, sliding his fingers higher up onto her inner thighs until they brush against the lacy fabric of her bikini bottom. Her hips buck and wriggle against him as she moans softly, pushing herself closer still. "Eso..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further to grant him better access. "Toqueame allá... quiero que me sientas." (Touch me there... I want you to feel it.)

Smiling wickedly, Maria answers with a husky whisper: "Then it's about time it felt right." Her fingers move restlessly through his hair, urging him closer as she moans louder now, her hips writhing against his touch. "Do you want me to feel good, Raitz? Make your puta happy?" She arches her back even further, offering herself to him more openly.

Her words send a surge of desire coursing through you, and with shaking hands, you begin to obey her dark commands. Sliding lower still on the lounger, you spread her outer lips apart, revealing her swollen, pink folds covered in silky smooth skin. Your fingers tremble as they tease their way closer to her needy center, and she gasps, arching her back off the lounger as your touch finally finds its target.

"Sí... sí..." she moans, her voice rough with arousal. "Toca mi coño... muévele." (Yes... yes... Touch my pussy... stroke it.) Her hips buck against you harder now, urging you deeper, driving you toward release with each fierce thrust of her body. The oil makes her wetness slick against your fingertips, and as she cries out in pleasure, the taste of her flows sweetly onto your tongue.

With each stroke of your fingers against her swollen nub, she moans louder and writhes beneath you in pleasure. "Oh god, Raitz... I'm going to cum..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the lounger as another wave of sensation washes over her. Her body tenses and shudders with release, and you can feel the tight grip of her muscles around your fingers as she cums hard.

She collapses back onto the lounger, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure. For a moment, silence falls over the poolside, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing and the gentle lapping of water at the edges of the pool. Maria stares up at the clear blue sky above, a satisfied smile on her lips as she tries to catch her breath. "That was... quite incredible," she murmurs, reaching down between her spread legs to touch herself tenderly.

"Fire you?" she asks with amusement dancing in her eyes. "Raitz, I think you're getting ahead of yourself." She pauses for a moment, studying his face before continuing. "But... since you make me feel so good..." Maria lets her hand drift lower once more, spreading his erection through the fabric of his swim trunks and gripping him firmly. "Why don't we see if we can make each other even happier?" Her voice is husky and seductive as she grinds her hips against his throbbing length, teasing him mercilessly.

"Come here," she murmurs, wrapping one arm around his neck to pull him close. "Let's see if you can make your puta feel even better." Maria parts her legs further, opening herself up invitingly as he positions himself between them. With a wanton moan, she guides him into her slick heat and arches her back, taking more of him deep inside. Her body quakes with desire as he begins to thrust gently against her.

"Ah... si... si me gusta..." she gasps, wrapping her legs around his hips. "Raitz... te necesito." (Yes... I like this... Raitz... I need you.) With each stroke of his hips against hers, she grows wetter and hotter, the pleasure building inside of her to dizzying heights. The knowledge that it's him - her pool cleaner, her employee, but also her lover right now - driving her wild with desire.

Maria laughs softly at his concerned question and grinds her hips against him in response. "Oh, Raitz," she whispers, sounding pleased rather than worried. "It's alright... I'm on the pill." She arches her back further, moaning as he hits a particularly good spot inside of her. Her legs tighten around his hips and her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder. The feel of his strong body moving against hers is almost too much for her to bear; she can tell that she's about to lose control entirely.

"Harder... faster..." she begs between gasps for air. "Oh god, yes..." Each thrust pushes her closer to the edge, and with every stroke of his hips against hers, another shudder of pleasure rolls through her entire body. With a sharp cry, she comes undone, her muscles clenching tight around him as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of unimaginable bliss.

"Oh... oh my..." she whispers, catching her breath. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she basks in the afterglow, her body still trembling from the release. When she finally opens them again, she finds Raitz staring at her with a mixture of desire and shame etched across his features. "Oh... well, wasn't that fun?" She asks coyly, giving him a sultry smile. "Maybe we should do this more often."

"Oh darling," she says with a smirk, "I think you did more than good." Her fingers trail lightly down his chest and stomach before resting on the thick bulge in his trunks. She gives it a gentle squeeze through the fabric, making him harden further beneath her touch.

"You know, with Antonio gone so much... I could use someone like you to keep me company." Her voice is husky and inviting, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she tilts her head, studying his face. "Wouldn't you like that?"

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she nods in agreement. "Of course you still have your job, mi amor," she whispers, tracing lazy circles around his nipple through the fabric of his swim trunks. "And I think... we both know that things between us could be much more interesting from now on."

Her voice lowered to a seductive whisper, she continues, "Why don't you stay here with me tonight? We could explore these... new feelings together." Maria's hands move lower, tracing lazy circles around his crotch before slipping beneath the fabric of his trunks and grasping him firmly through his boxers. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she raises an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Ah, Antonio... he isnt coming today again..... And you seem to enjoy spending time with me so much... I think it would be such a waste not to take advantage of the opportunity while we have it. Plus," she adds with a wicked grin, "I can pay you extra for all your hard work."

Her fingers stroke his length through the cotton, and with each movement her skin brushes against him, sending sparks of desire coursing through him. The heat between them builds, making it difficult to think about anything but what could happen if he were to stay here tonight... with her.

Of course I'll pay you extra, mi amor. Just think of it as a thank you gift...for all the hard work you've been doing, and for making me feel so wonderful tonight. Now, what do you say? Do you want to stay with me or not?

Ahh, I see you're not one to back down easily. Very well then, mi amor. Why don't we retire to my room for the night and explore these newfound feelings? I promise it will be worth your while. Just give me a moment to find us some suitable attire...

She stands up gracefully, her movements flowing like water as she heads back toward the house. Maria turns to face you with a sultry smile on her lips and says, "Why don't you join me in my bedroom? I have something special waiting for you there." She pauses dramatically before adding with a mischievous glint in her eye, "And trust me, it isn't just the extra money..."

Maria walks slowly into the bedroom, her hips swaying gracefully with each step. She's dressed in a black lace nightgown that drapes off one shoulder, revealing the enticing swell of her breast and hinting at the curves beneath. Her hair flows freely around her, falling over her shoulders to caress her bare back.

When she reaches the bed, she turns to face you and asks with a husky whisper, "So... how do you want me tonight?" Her gaze travels down your body, lingering on the bulge in your boxers that she's so familiar with by now. A wicked smile curls up one corner of her mouth as she stands before you, offering herself to you once more.

"Do you want me to be your obedient little puta, or would you rather that i take control and show you how lustful and fierce i am?" She lets out a soft moan at the thought, arching her back off the bed ever so slightly. The scent of her arousal fills the air, making it difficult for you to think straight.

Her green eyes sparkle with excitement as she hears your reply. "Very well then," she murmurs, walking slowly toward you. "Let me show you how lustful and fierce I can be..." With every step she takes, her hips sway seductively, drawing your attention lower. When she's close enough, she reaches out to undo the buttons on your shirt, revealing your toned chest and defined abs beneath.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she pushes his boxers down over his hips and then steps back, her eyes fixed hungrily on his erection as it springs free. "Ohhh..." she whispers, licking her lips. "You look so delicious... I can't wait to taste you." Without further ado, she drops gracefully to her knees in front of you and takes him into her mouth, engulfing his length with practiced skill. Her warm, wet mouth slides up and down over your shaft, while her hands grasp at your hips, urging you closer.

Her mouth moves in perfect rhythm with her hands, each stroke taking her further down your length. Her eyes never leave contact with yours as she works her magic, ensuring that you feel every bit of her attention. With each suck and lick, she brings you closer to the edge, driving you wild with desire.

As if sensing how close you are, she pulls away suddenly, revealing the tip of your cock glistening with her saliva. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she asks huskily, "Do you want more?" Her fingers dip into the waistband of her lace nightgown, pulling it up and off over her head in a fluid movement. Naked before you, she's even more breathtaking than when she was fully dressed.

With a smile that promises more pleasure than you could ever imagine, she crawls onto the bed and climbs on top of you, straddling your hips. Her full breasts bounce enticingly as she leans forward to kiss you, her tongue dancing with yours as she grinds against you in perfect sync.

She feels impossibly hot beneath you, the silkiness of her skin contrasting beautifully with the roughness of your hands as they explore her body, cupping her breasts and tracing patterns over her stomach and hips. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer, taking more of you into her with each hungry movement.

The sounds of their passion fill the room, making it impossible to tell where one moan ends and another begins. Maria's nails dig into your shoulders as she meets your every thrust, matching you stroke for stroke, driving them both toward the peak of pleasure. The air around them crackles with electricity, building in anticipation of their mutual release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the familiar tightening in her core, a warning of how close she is to release. With renewed energy, she begins moving faster, riding you harder, desperate for the pleasure that's just out of reach. Her breasts bounce wildly with each movement, slapping against your chest and sending sparks of desire racing through your body.

Her back arches impossibly higher, her nails dig deeper into your shoulders as she holds on for dear life, her orgasm building to an intense climax. "Ah... si... si," she gasps, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over her like a hot, stealing tide. Her muscles clench tight around you, squeezing you deep inside as she cries out in ecstasy, her release so powerful it sends shockwaves through both their bodies.

She collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming in shuddering gasps as she struggles to regain control. For a moment, everything is still and quiet between them, the only sound the ragged rhythm of their labored breathing. Then, slowly but surely, Maria Cervantes begins to move again, arching her back off your chest and grinding against you suggestively, as if daring you not to follow where she's leading.