Someone's in the apartment; I know it. How? With their own key? Pam stirs, Matt snores, but I’m wide awake and edgy. Much as I want to play some more with her, instinct and experience tell me this needs sorting first. It could be that fucker Dom, setting up a nasty surprise for us.

As quick and as quiet as a cat, I jump down and slip out, prowling through the apartment. The night’s so late it’s become light; the morning’s so early it’s become cool, and I’m ready for whatever it holds. Searching for the source of the sounds, I discover it in the kitchen. A short Pinay in a cleaning blouse & shorts, with sturdy, bare tan legs. Bending over the counter, checking her phone. Round ass stretching her shorts tight. Cleaning items and an apron sit ignored on the worktop while her phone gets her full attention. With its surfaces & fittings gleaming, the kitchen is no less clean than it was yesterday. She’s clearly under-employed. Undetected, I stand there: observing, fantasising, formulating a plan. Do I want to fuck every woman alive? Not quite, just the good ones, the ones who want to fuck, love fucking, the ones who can't help but surrender to their urges. If those urges have been suppressed, even better.

She must be the maid, with her apron & basket of cleaning stuff. Maybe in her thirties, probably got a kid at home, her Mum’s looking after the kid, and the father is long gone. How long since she had sex? More to the point, how long since she had good sex, if she’d ever had any at all. Because from what I’d heard of your average Pinoy, he’s short in every way, including time. Seemed it was my duty to give her the best fuck she’s ever had. Make her day, a day she’d never forget. I could fuck her against that countertop, lifting her off the floor with each thrust, driving my cock to depths that have never before been touched. God, but she’ll moan when I hit her cervix. My cock was growing at the plan I had for him, long and thick. Not yet had a Pinay who didn’t love it.

My cough sent her phone rattling across the worktop, as she spun round to see the source. Momentarily confused, her eyes darted from my eyes to my cock, and back to mine, widening as she took all of me in. Her hand came to her mouth, open in shock, eyes wide now. She was staring at my groin, her eyes fixed on its centrepiece. I took it in hand, wanking it slowly, right there in front of her. Her eyes remained glued. Bet she’d never seen a guy doing that before. Her hand came away from her mouth, her eyes betraying her thoughts, and as she was about to voice them, I put a finger to my lips.

“Shhh, Pam is still asleep.”

Very obedient, these Pinays, especially the simple ones.

“You can whisper what you want to say, if you like, but maybe I should do the talking.”

Her eyes kept glancing down, but fear was written all over her face.

“It’s OK, I’m quite harmless. I’m just a guest here; Pam’s still asleep with my mate.”

Probably best not to tell her the full details at this stage. Especially my involvement in that.

“I’m Pete, and you are?”

“Maria,” she murmured.

“Nice name, Maria.”

She said nothing, but her eyes kept flickering. I took that as a good sign.

“It’s a religious name, isn’t it?”

She nodded eagerly.

“A good girl’s name, right?”

She nodded again, now slow but still silent, as though her mouth had dried. As if on cue, her tongue flickered over her lips like a snake’s. Nerves & excitement, two sides of the same coin, I reminded myself.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Maria?”

“Yes, Sirrr!”

Emphatic. Trying to convince me, or herself?

“But a naked guy with you in the kitchen, that’s got to be giving you some bad thoughts, hasn’t it? If only the thought of getting caught.”

She glanced at the open door.

“No, Sirrr!”

I pushed it closed with my foot.

“Shouldn’t tell porkies, Maria, I can see your eyes.”

Her eyes held mine as I resumed stroking my cock, then they dipped, drawn involuntarily, but submissively.

“Looking at it again, aren’t you, Maria?”

She said nothing.

“And what I’m doing with it. Bet it’s been a while since you saw one, hasn’t it?”

Again nothing.

“Did you see one like this before, Maria, this big, this long?”

Her eyes were still downcast.

Her silence was all the come-on I needed, as I took a step towards her. Her eyes shot up, meeting mine, pleading. “No, Sirrr.” Shaking her head.

“Didn’t see one like this before then?” She was hooked, of that I was sure, and like an angler, I was reeling her in.

“So this is the biggest, is it, Maria?”

Confusion in her furrowed brow now.

“It’s so big because you turn me on, Maria.”

Still shaking her head, she stepped back against a highstool, knocking it, its feet tapping out a staccato warning, before she put her hands on the seat behind her to steady both it and herself.

“You don’t know me!”

“I know, but I know I liked what I saw: your round ass and bare legs. I was taking in that view for quite a while, Maria.”

She seemed to process my words for a minute before whispering, “Not here!”
I didn’t have to ask, "Then, where?" but I did anyway.

“In the dirty kitchen.”

Confused, I resorted to humour.

“Not been doing your job properly, Maria?”

It went over her head.

“No sir, MY kitchen, the other kitchen.”

Now I got it. The place where the real cooking was done, not this vanity room which every condo came with.

Maria took me by the hand, shhh’d me, and led me to the back door. I love a girl with initiative, particularly when it revealed that we were thinking the same thing.

“Oh! I like that, Maria. A dirty act in a dirty room.”

Her smile showed she liked that I liked it too.

“Don’t you think we should get a little acquainted first? A kiss?”

My lips were on hers before she could speak, so she answered by pushing her small, soft body against mine. As I guided her against the back door, my mouth opening hers, tongues meeting, she pressed back with her hips, her crotch grinding against me. Awakened so quickly, she was showing her gnawing hunger. I was swelling appreciably. With the button ricocheting off somewhere, her shorts opened with a hard tug; my hands had them down over her hips in a moment. Forgetting to whisper, she complained, tried to pull them back up, so I opened a new front, ripping her cleaning blouse open. Poppers – how convenient! Her breasts heaved with her struggles, and a deft flick round the back of her bra released them. Tricks a misspent youth had taught me. What a sight she now was – shorts open & down, blouse open, breasts hanging free; I’d half stripped her in just a few seconds. I was going to march her straight back into the kitchen and fuck her right there against the stool, but she grabbed my hand and tugged me into the yard.

Once outside, I slowed her, scanning the place she’d brought me to, taking in the Belfast sinks and wood-burning stove. I’d not seen a kitchen as basic as this before, and it explained a lot about what arrived on your plate in these parts. The smell of fish reminded me of why we were here. Maria was glancing around, holding her blouse closed to cover what little modesty I’d left her. With her shorts still half down, it wasn’t much.

“Like your dirty kitchen, Maria.”
She beamed. I guess she knew it wasn’t much, but it was hers.

“Could be…. It’s where the real work gets done anyway, not in Miss’ pretty kitchen. That’s just for show.”

Oh, a hint of bitterness there. Good things can come out of conflict: changes, shifts of power. File that one for later. Back to the job in hand though. Her hand.

“You could let go of that now.”

A smile played on her mouth as she pushed half her blouse aside, but covered her bare breast with her hand. It was soon shrugged off her shoulders, wriggled out of, and fell to the beaten earth floor. Her hands had performed an elaborate fan dance of modesty, and now her breasts were just covered by her arms. Her performance reminded me of girls I’d had before, shyly performing such an unbidden and brazen act, but ready to fuck like animals.

I leaned back against the stove. “You treating me to a striptease now, Maria?”

The smile still played on her lips. “Could be… You like?”

“So far. Like what you’re hiding, like that you’re hiding them.”

She looked down, play-acting, moving her hands to inspect what they were concealing, before placing them back and caressing her big brown mounds in soft, slow circles. Her look was both challenging and pleading.

“Soft?” I enquired.

Moving to an imaginary tune, she nodded. “They're always soft, in my experience."

“Sensitive?”

Again a nod, and that playful smile returned. Not the right time to ask if she’d done this before, so I didn’t.

“Gonna let me have a feel?”

A playful shake of her head.

“I’ll trade you – yours for mine.” Mine was still thick & heavy, and I watched her eyes move. As she reached out her hand and stepped closer, hers wobbled. Mesmerising. Forget the priests and churches in this country; right before me was proof that God existed - who else could have formed flesh so perfect? She might have been thinking the same. Hers were soft yet firm, so there was one thing we had in common. She moaned as I stroked hers, more when I brushed a nipple.

“You’ve made them all hard.”

“No, you did that,” she breathed.

“Did I make you wet too, Maria?” Her response was lost in my kiss, and my fingers between her sparse curls finding the answer for myself. Soft and sticky like a honey pot. She stiffened as I explored further, deeper, my finger enveloped in her tight hole. One was a good fit; two made her groan, fucking her with them made her cling to me. Seeing as she was so ready, it seemed silly to hesitate.

“Pull your shorts down more.”

So eager, as she wriggled them down her thighs. I yanked her hand off them and whirled her round; she held on to the sink for balance as I forced her forward and down, opening her up as I bent her over. She yelped as I forced myself into her and clung onto the sink as I hit bottom. Tighter than I imagined she would be, probably more than she expected too. So tight it hurt us both, especially after all the fucking last night.

“You’d better like it hard & fast, Maria.”

I gave her a particularly hard one to make my point.

“Oh shit!”

That was a surprise. Didn’t realize she was going to talk dirty too. This was getting better and better. I did it again to see if it was a one-off, and she swore again. Perfect!

“Dirty mouth in your dirty kitchen, Maria?” I kept giving it her, hard, deep thrusts.

“Oh, Sirrr!”

Sir, I liked. Liked it so much that I gave her some short fast ones, the kind I knew would rub her clit. Maria howled in appreciation.

Stuff was rattling from our fucking, the shoddy build of the lean-to no match against my time in the gym. Maria was a match though, clinging hard to the sink as I fucked her hard and fast. A bottle fell over, and what d’ya know, it was cooking oil. Oh, what a gift!

“What…” started Maria as the thick liquid ran down her crack. Back to that swearing when I eased my finger in. I’ve not met one girl who didn’t want it again once she’d had her back door opened, and the way this one was moving her pussy up and down my cock, as I fingered her ass, I wondered if it was already ajar.

“Pour some more oil on your ass if you’re ready for another finger, Maria.”

“But Sirrr?”

“Fucking do it or I’ll take you back inside like this.” She tipped the bottle, and I gave her arm a jolt, so the oil ran down her crack, over my cock, and was probably dripping onto her shorts. Two fingers in her ass distracted her from checking, though. Moans as I twisted them round, reaming her tight ass. Tight, but now lubed, and relaxing as I resumed fucking her. The slurp of the oil on my hard cock as I fucked it into her cunt sounded lascivious.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass now, Maria.”

Her moan was not one of complaint. I grabbed her hand and pulled it back; she knew what to do. Holding my cock against her tight asshole, she swore again as I forced it in. She wriggled forward to escape, but forced up against the sink, she wasn’t able to do anything but moan & swear as I forced my cock up her nicely oiled, tight hole.

“Hurts, sirrr….”

“For a minute. Just relax, baby, I know you’re gonna love this.”

I eased back & out a bit, before sliding forward, slowly. And again, slow movements. She wasn’t complaining now. In fact, she was moving too. Meeting me slow thrust for slow thrust. I knew she’d come round; they always do.

I stayed still, and she stopped too.

“Keep going, Maria, show me how much you like this now.”

She let out a gasp each time she pushed back, then a yelp as I gave her ass a slap, saw it wobble. And again, the crack echoing across the yard. Her yelp chased it.

“Shh, Sirrr! People will hear.”

“Hear you enjoying some... fucking... English sausage?”

“Oh! You a dirty man!”

I held her hips and took over.

“Dirty, am I, Maria? And you, here, in your little dirty kitchen, with my big… fucking… hard… cock… up your ass… - who’s dirty now, Maria?”

I was beyond the point of caring; this was now my ‘me time’. As far as I was concerned, she was now just along for the ride, and it was going to be a hard and fast one, with a sticky pile-up at the end. Not far to go now.

Hard and fast was what she wanted too, going by her moans and groans. But we were good, moving together like a well-oiled machine, slap-slap-slap as my crotch collided with her wet and oily ass.

“Gonna fucking cum, Maria…” It wasn’t a question. “Gonna fucking cum in your tight ass, Maria,” this time through gritted teeth. “Oh… fuck….!”

Somewhere in the blackness I could hear wailing, and it could have been either of us. Sobs too, but they weren’t from me. I pulled my cock out, twisted her round, and down, onto her knees, with my hand in her hair, and guided it to her mouth. The final degradation was sucking me clean, this cocktail of everything, but I hoped my goodbye kiss made up for it.

“Nearly breakfast time, isn’t it, Maria?” Were my parting words.

Behind me, I registered, “Oh! You naughty Sir, you still hungry!”